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"Um, Shadow."
"Ah ah! Not another word out of you until we get these damn cuffs off!"
Sonic sighed and continued to follow Shadow through the forest to the black and red hedgehog's house, not that he really had a choice.
The incident had started out normal, with the two of them sparring and racing. Bickering and teasing each other, until out of nowhere, Sonic took it a bit too far and handcuffed them together.
He had done it as a joke, a way to annoy his rival, until he realized he didn't have the key to these cuffs. Luckily, they GUN official cuffs, which Shadow had a key to. How Sonic had gotten a hold of these cuffs, Shadow will never know. He was just glad that he wouldn't have to go through too much trouble to get them off.
"Shadow, I just want to apologize."
"Well I don't wanna hear it. You've gone too far this time, Faker. I mean it. I don't wanna hear another sound from you."
"But,"
"Faker, I swear to Chaos. You've tried my patience enough for today. You keep at it and I'll break your hand off instead of going all the way to my house to get the keys."
That got the blue hedgehog to shut up. Immediately, he shut his mouth and quietly fell in step with his rival. Unfortunately, due to his cursed anatomy, it didn't take much longer for that morning's liquid intake to reach his bladder.
'Oh no, not now.' He thought to himself. He took a silent breath. 'Ok, ok. It's ok. Just tell him you need to go. He'll understand. Right?'
But the moment he opened his mouth, Shadow gave him the most deadliest glare he had ever seen. Sonic gulped and quickly shut his mouth, pinning his ears back a bit. Shadow nodded in satisfaction and continued walking, wishing that they could run without the possibility of pulling on the chain and tripping each other.
Sonic sighed. 'Ok. No worries. It's not that bad yet. You can hold it. How far could his house be?'
…
Unfortunately, Shadow's house was farther than he thought it was.
It had been thirty minutes since he first felt the need to go and they still weren't even out of the forest yet.
At this point, Sonic was really starting to feel it now. He was slowing down a bit, and he would stop every now and then to squeeze his legs together. Shadow took notice and became frustrated.
"Hey, Faker. For the fastest thing alive you sure are slow. Keep up! I wanna get these cuffs off today, hedgehog!"
'The forest. Plenty of places to pee in privacy. Just tell him.'
"Shad, I…"
"I didn't say you could speak."
"But I…"
Suddenly, Shadow spun around so quick it nearly startled Sonic enough to lose control of his bladder. The ebony hedgehog grabbed a hold of the blue one's cuffed hand tightly, bending it backwards, threatening to break it. There was fire of anger and hatred in his red eyes as he glared into Sonic's own green ones.
"I mean it, Faker. I will break this hand if you don't shut the fuck up. We are going to my house to get these off, you are going to be silent on the way there, and afterwards I don't wanna see you for the rest of the week, do I make myself clear?!"
Sonic's ears pinned all the way to his skull and he quickly nodded, genuine fear shining in his eyes.
"Good." Shadow said and let go of his rival's hand before he turned and started walking again.
Sonic shakily followed after him, unsure of how much longer he'll be able to hold his bladder silently.
…
It had been another thirty minutes and Sonic was now squirming. He was trying to keep it to a minimum, but his bladder now felt so full he could lose control at any minute now.
Shadow was starting to lose his patience again. Whatever Sonic was doing behind him it was really slowing him down and it was making the chain of the cuffs rattle.
"Would you knock it off back there?!" He growled at Sonic, not bothering to look back at him.
Suddenly, Shadow's cuffed wrist pulled back. Sonic had stopped. Shadow growled and turned to look at him to give him what for, but at the sight before him, he immediately stopped.
Sonic was standing with his legs crossed tightly, his hands tucked between them as he gripped at his crotch. His whole body was squirming, his ears were pinned to his head, and there were small tears coming from his eyes.
It was very obvious that he had to go.
"Faker, do you have to go?" Shadow asked him regardless.
Sonic looked up at him and nodded.
"How long have you had to?"
"..."
"How long, hedgehog?"
"A-about an hour now."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
More tears welled up in Sonic's eyes as he looked away. Shadow's own ears lowered as he was suddenly overwhelmed by guilt.
"Oh."
"I… I can't hold it anymore, Shadow." Sonic whimpered, feeling himself start to leak. "It… it's coming out."
"Wait, can you hold it just long enough to get to that bush?" Shadow asked him in concern, pointing to a nearby bush. He may not exactly like Sonic, but he didn't want him to humiliate himself by peeing in front of his rival.
"No, I… I can't move." Sonic sobbed. "My body won't move. I.. I can't…"
Suddenly, much to Shadow's shock and Sonic's embarrassment, a golden stream of fluid started to cover Sonic's white gloves and run down his legs, accompanied with a loud hissing sound.
Sonic was wetting himself.
The blue hedgehog sobbed as the urine left his body and puddled onto the forest floor, all in the sight of Shadow.
The ebony hedgehog was overwhelmed with guilt.
It was his fault that his rival was having an accident right in front of him.
If he hadn't been so hard on him. If he had just let him speak, this wouldn't have happened.
At last, Sonic's stream ended. His gloves were soaked, as well as his legs. There was a large puddle of pee surrounding his shoes, his socks also soaked in yellow.
Sonic cried and collapsed to his knees, falling into his own puddled. He was so embarrassed and ashamed. His tears flowed down his face and dripped into the puddle, adding more bodily fluid to it.
Shadow acted quickly and knelt down to him, gently rubbing his shoulder.
"Hey. It's ok. It was an accident. They happen."
"Maybe to kids, but I'm too old to be peeing myself."
"Accidents happen to everybody, no matter what age you are."
"Yeah right. I bet you haven't had an accident once in your life."
"... Actually… I had one just last week."
Sonic's eyes widened and he looked up at Shadow in shock. "You're lying."
"I'm not. You can even ask Rouge. We went out drinking last week and I had a bit too much. On the way home my bladder couldn't handle it and I ended up pissing myself right there on the sidewalk. Luckily it was at night and no one was around, but it still happened."
Sonic lowered his head in thought.
Was Shadow telling the truth? Surely he wouldn't just make up a story of his own humiliation to cheer him up, right?
"You honestly did that?" He had to be sure.
Shadow smiled and gently helped him stand up. "I promise, it's the full truth, Sonic."
Sonic let that sink in a bit before he smiled back. A promise. Shadow did not give those out willy-nilly. He was always serious about his promises, and didn't dish them out unless he was fully intended on keeping them. And the fact that he used his real name? He rarely ever uses his real name, so whenever he did, it was a big deal to him. That made him believe him.
"Thanks, Shadow. I needed that."
"No problem. Now let's get home. We'll get these cuffs off and then you can go ahead and take a shower in my bathroom. And Sonic… next time, if you have to go, don't hesitate to tell me. It's bad for you to hold it, and I'd much rather you tell me than let yourself suffer."
"But what if you don't want me talking to you?"
"Don't worry. I'll never ask you to be silent again. I promise." |
A little short story I made, hope you enjoy! About 1400 words long.
Regina walked up to the research center. She sported a white t-shirt and blue shorts. She was hoping to wear something a bit more casual, but she was told to have something simple. Wind blew her curly, messy, orange hair around, as if the breeze was playing around with it. She stood in front of it, unsure if she should go inside. She could cut her losses then and there.
...That probably wouldn’t work. They would hunt her down. Regina took a look at the contract in her hands. She was reminded of the legal binding she had forced herself to sign. At this point, was the money even worth it?
As Regina thought about what to do, she was interrupted for a moment by her bladder. She remembered that she hadn’t peed since last night. Considering her somewhat below-average bladder size, Regina was getting nervous of wetting her knickers. Then again, she was also very good at holding said bladder, which often saved her from public accidents.
The building looked clean and modernistic. White brick walls and short height made it look quite unimportant and uninteresting. Regina knew that it couldn’t be farther from the truth. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and entered the facility.
The first thing Regina noticed was how clean the place was. The air smelt as if someone had spent several days spraying perfume everywhere without a break. After tasting-er, studying the air, Regina figured it was some cheap strawberry-flavored perfume. Chairs were placed to her left, meant for waiting patients. In fact, a few people were already sitting there. Their somewhat worried face didn’t really Regina was about to look around the front office when she heard a voice.
“You are Regina Trysta, no middle name, right?” a voice spoke out to Regina. She looked around to see a man sitting behind a counter. He sported regular business clothes and a burly mustache. Regina thought that he looked only a few years older than her. He seemed to be somewhat tired, and a bottle of water could be seen on his counter.
“”Oh, my bad, yes, that’s me.” Regina replied, trying to act as humble as possible. She was never that good at social interactions, and always ended up messing up social interactions. “I apologize, am I supposed to go to the waiting room?”
“No, no, actually, you’re supposed to start in about two minutes. Please wait here.” the worker informed her. He pointed to a nearby office chair. Regina sat in it, noticing it was one of those chairs you could spin around and adjust the height. She contemplated spinning around for a bit, but she decided against it, thinking it would make her look pretty childish.
“Since you’re here, let me ask you a few questions.” the man told Regina. She nodded, and he followed up. “First of all, what made you sign up for this experiment. Upon hearing the question, Regina looked down and replied.
“I needed the money.” Regina replied.
“Don’t feel so shameful!” the man told her in a motivating tone. “In fact, about half of the people here came in order to gain some cash. So, do you know what this organization is called?”
Surprised by the man’s kindness, she responded. “Well, this place is called the National Science and Humane Testing Research Center, right?”
“Well, the real name is the Secret Testing Society of America. The secret is there for a reason, though. You do remember what happens if you leak info of the practices you undergo? You signed the contract, right?”
“Yeah…” Regina responded. She had remembered the contract. It was very explicit about what would happen if she betrayed the rules and regulations. She shuddered just thinking about it.
“And one more thing before you go, do you have any problems? Such as, say, hunger, thirst, and bathroom needs?”
“Umm, no.” Regina replied. She was definitely lying, but years of both fibbing and hiding her bladder problems from others made it easy to pull out convincingly.
After that, two men in black clothing and black sunglasses walked up to Regina. Already knowing what they wanted her to do, she quickly followed them as they walked through the hallway. As they moved throughout the building, Regina started to question if she should’ve admitted her bathroom needs. She could see several rooms, each with their own number, some of which seemed to be occupied. Regina became a bit scared when she saw several claw marks around the door of Room-69.
Eventually, they came to a halt at Room-121. Regina was escorted inside. The room was quite similar to the average hospital room. More white walls, and a bed in the right corner with a red blanket. Facing the bed was a table with a television on top of it. One of the men pointed towards the bed, not saying a word. Regina obeyed and sat on the bed. The other one spoke.
“The test will begin shortly. Please remain in the room. Any strange things that may happen are figments of your imagination. You are allowed to watch whatever you want, go nuts.” He tossed a remote at Regina, who barely managed to catch it. She watched as the two men exited the room. She turned on the tv and started flipping through random channels.
As she pressed the “Next Channel” button over and over again, Regina started to remember her bladder problems. The pee in her body seemed to bang on the door of her bladder, trying to exit her body. Regina placed a hand over her crotch, trying to switch between channels. The next one she encountered was currently displaying an ad for a water park. Not exactly the best thing to see while desperate. She looked at some more uninteresting channels.
“Brought to you by Raid Shad-”
“Introducing the Cheat Pass! Give your partner one free chance to-”
“And with a grand total of two votes, Jessie has been eliminated!”
Regina was slightly annoyed at this point. She decided to turn off the tv. Looking around for something else to do, she saw nothing.
“This place is kind of boring.” she thought out loud. “What experiment even is this?” she decided that she might as well get comfy and laid in the bed, now with the blanket over her. She had a few more twinges and nudges from her bladder, but she figured she could hold it for at least 30 minutes or so. That was, before she heard a noise.
The noise was scratchy and static, and seemed like it was from somewhere in the room. Regina’s worries about her bladder quickly switched to her survival. She searched the room for anything strange from the safety of her blanket. Not being able to see where the noise was coming from, and why it was getting closer, she covered her body with the blanket. Unfortunately, what little safety she felt from hiding under the feeble cotton was changed when the blanket was lifted into the air. It floated there, leaving Regina to see the horror that laid among her.
The being... she couldn’t figure out what it was. It seemed to be a floating blob of black particles forming to create a creature. In the middle of it seemed to be a red glowing circle, perhaps an eye of sorts. The creature raised out what seemed to be a hand. Regina’s life flashed before her eyes. She closed them in preparation for her final breaths.
The creature’s hand suddenly recoiled. A spraying noise could be heard. Regina opened her eyes, questioning why she hadn’t been slain, but noticed when she looked down.
Her bladder had either finally given up, or was too scared straight to continue. Either way, it burst open, allowing the flood of pee to escape. Urine quickly invaded her panties, and her blue shorts not long after, leaving wet stains on both. Regina tried to stop the flow, but she was powerless at this point. The pee splattered all over the bedsheets, ruining them. Regina’s mind was half-focused on the monster and half-focused on the wizz-riot that was going on inside of her shorts.
It took a few moments before she stopped urinating, and by now, both her clothes and the bed were ruined. Regina started to cry. First at the fact that she just peed herself like a toddler for the first time in 15 years, and secondly at the fact that she would be killed by this monstrosity. The blob moved it’s fingers in a snapping-like movement, and Regina suddenly felt quite sleepy. She tried to get away, but with no energy, she eventually fell asleep.
Thanks for reading! I'm not that good with omorashi stories (or stories in general), but I think this is one of my better works.
I hope to write more stories surrounding Regina! |
Hello everyone!
It's been a while since I last wrote something on this forum, but I am back today with a series of stories. This series will be divided into four chapters - the three first ones being consecutive and the fourth one taking place a few weeks after. I'll upload them during the week.
As usual, please excuse any grammatical mistake that the following text may contain, as English is not my first language.
I hope you enjoy the series!
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The hour digit went from 6 to 7 and the alarm clock began to ring. Lea awoke instantly. Today was to be a special day. She had been working as an intern in a big pharmaceutical company for 3 months and she was to lead the end-of-year projects meeting – or, at least, she was to go from slide to slide on her computer when she was told to. Well, there’s a start to everything.
She quickly got up from her bed and headed to the shower. She waited to be under the warm water to release her bladder – a habit she had taken recently after reading an article on how much water was wasted every year with the toilet flushes. She always took advantage of this moment to inspect her body. In her early twenties, Lea was a tall blonde girl with sky-blue eyes and a cheeky smile. She loved the curves on her lower half but despised her tiny breasts, “smaller than most men’s pectorals” as she used to describe them.
She went back to her bedroom and decided to dress well for what was to come. She usually would make it a point of honour to be as feminine as possible to defend the fact a woman could dress as she wanted – and that this fact could never be an excuse for any bullying or violence – but today, she chose a white blouse, a leather skirt, light-coloured pantyhose and a pink silk panty that was one of her favourites. She didn’t put on bra; she had never felt the need to. A quick breakfast and she was on her way.
Morning was very busy as she had to make sure that all the slides were in the right order for the presentation, that every speaker was aware of the time he had; in a nutshell, that there would not be any flaws. Lea was drinking tea as usual and felt her bladder filling slowly but surely. She would usually go to the toilets after lunch, but today was to be a special day. Just as she exited the canteen, she ran into the service manager and boy did he had things to say. About the presentation, of course, but also about the weather, the birds, the fact that his wife was too fat… He never stopped talking. Way too polite and too intimidated to cut him out, Lea nodded hither and thither, laughing when she had to. Then, in a middle of a sentence, the manager said: “Oh dear! The meeting is in five minutes! You’d better get going!”. “Sure”, she answered, and began walking quickly towards her office.
Now she was worried. She hadn’t been able to empty her bladder after her lunch and she already felt a small pressure in her lower abdomen… And the next chance for relief would be in 4 hours. “That’s OK, I can make it”, she thought. But today was to be a special day.
She quickly got to her office, closed the door and turned on her computer. She connected to the meeting, opened the PowerPoint and began to wait for the other attendees. Because of the sanitary situation, everyone was attending the meeting remotely; hence Lea’s job was simple: make sure every speaker was there and go from slide to slide following the rhythm of their presentation. Pretty boring, but a very important role, and she was proud to do it.
After an uneventful hour, she really began to feel the pressure in her bladder. She cursed the manager for preventing her from going to the toilets after lunch and began bouncing her legs up and down. Another positive aspect of Covid was that she was alone in her office, which was normally not the case for interns. However, her office door had a window on it, so she could always be seen by people going through the corridor.
Two hours in and yes, Lea was desperate. Her morning tea plus the water she drank for lunch had made their way through her body and her bladder was now aching. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and she found it more and more difficult to keep up with the presentation. “There is no way I can hold it for another two hours”, she thought. She was now very worried she would pee herself but could not yet resort to hold her crotch right there in her office where anybody passing by the corridor could see her.
Three hours in and now the pain was excruciating for Lea. She had abandoned all composure and was now holding her pussy through her pink knickers to try and hold it. She could barely focus on the presentation and had to be reminded to go to the next slide many times. Then suddenly, the phone rang. Lea jumped in surprise and felt a tiny leak escape her pussy lips and soak through the fabric of her panties. Now panicking, she answered the call: it was her manager wanting to know why she was not focussing on the slides. She assured him that everything was OK; the last thing she wanted was him coming to her office and seeing her in this state… She hanged up the phone and leaned forward to put it back to its base. Bad idea: she leaked again, a bit stronger this time, and she felt her panty becoming damp. She had to find an idea before her leather skirt, chair and office floor were soaked. She had to pee right now!
She began looking for something, anything she could pee in. She spotted the waste bin under her desk and wondered if this could do, as it had no plastic bag in it, when an even bigger leak escaped her. This time, it was powerful enough to soak her panties to her ass and, to her horror, urine began pooling in the back of her leather jacket between her legs. In one swift motion, she grabbed the waste bin, positioned it under her and began to pee uncontrollably. She tried her best to pull her leather skirt back up and just let go. She was peeing full force in her panty and the relief felt like bliss. Fortunately, her microphone was on “mute” because the pee splashing against the fabric of the panties and through her pantyhose was making a big hissing noise. She peed for what felt like an eternity, then her jet began to weaken, and she was hit with a wave of consciousness: she had peed herself at work. In her office. She quickly glanced at the door window but there was nobody to be seen. Her now dripping pantyhose was totally see-through and her pink panties entirely soaked. Her leather skirt, fortunately, was still mostly dry. What would she do now?
She decided to take off her panties and pantyhose and to go back home with only her skirt. She slowly took her pantyhose off and tried to use the remaining dry parts to wipe her inner thighs. Her panties followed the same way, but there was very little to save on them. She grabbed a handkerchief on her desk and wiped her soaked pussy. But now her waste bin was full of pee and she had to do something about it!
That’s when the manager decided to enter her office. She hastily kicked her panties and pantyhose behind her desk and quickly regained composure. “What are you doing? Why are you not going to the next slide? Everyone’s waiting for you!”, he shouted. “Err… I had a… slight problem with my computer”, she answered, praying God he would not look down to the waste bin. And that was true. In the middle of her screen, a message had appeared: “LEAKS DETECTED. PLEASE CALL SECURITY”. Today was definitely a very special day.
“Oh, very well then. By the way, I have a special mission for you tonight, you will have to come with me”. Naked under her leather skirt, with wet pantyhose and panties one meter to her right and a waste bin full of pee under her, all she could answer was “yes”. |
A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
by brucejedi
Numerous posts inspired this story. The most immediate is Noface’s “An Inconvenient Entanglement” that imagines a world where all women are assumed incontinent. Readers will notice many similarities between his “green” world and mine, though also some important differences. A second inspiration comes from stories where girls must wait until adolescence to toilet-train, and thus experience it as a rite of passage. Satyr’s magnificent “Developmental Biology” is the best example I know. Both story types normalize female incontinence, allowing the characters to experience it without the customary stigmatization and without ABDL undertones. In that sense, the story I present here answers tits’s call to combine omorashi and omutsu, where “a full-grown woman is…struggling with keeping her pants dry” and ends up “failing toilet-training”—or does she?
Chapter 1. Diapers and Panties
Courtney hit the search button once again, not expecting much from the bizarre string of terms she’d entered. Her literature review on women’s athleticwear essentially complete, she was merely checking for anything she’d missed. She was about to close the program when a strange title caught her eye:
“Wolcott, J. (2020). A self-fulfilling prophecy? An environmental theory of female urinary incontinence.”
Intrigued, she clicked on the link.
<Access Denied>
Weird, Courtney thought, never had that happen before. The creak of her boss’s door shook her back to reality. She clicked off the window and looked up from her screen. “Good morning, Mr. Mills,” she said in her most cheerful voice. “How’s your work going?”
“Well enough. Did you finish the lit review?”
“Just now I did, yes. Shall I send it over?”
“Yeah, I’ll need it for my 10 o’clock.”
“Certainly, sir.” Courtney took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Now was her best chance. She’d rehearsed the words all morning, but still she felt her pulse quicken. “I also…wanted to ask you something?”
“Can you make it quick? My meeting’s in five.”
“I was wondering, do you think I could give Monday’s presentation myself?”
He seemed to consider it briefly but then said, “You know, Courtney, I better handle it.”
“But…I’ve worked so hard on all the prep, and I feel like I know it so well…”
The corner of his mouth turned upward. “I’m sure you do, but…could you make through the whole presentation?”
“Of course! I mean, I’d have the slides to fall back on, and—”
“—No, that’s not what I meant. Could you make it through?”
Courtney’s confidence deflated like a struck balloon. “I mean…I assume so…I—”
“—Right…but what if you couldn’t? What if you wet yourself in the middle of the presentation—in front of all our best clients?”
As if on cue, she felt warmth spread between her thighs. The image he conjured must have triggered something in her subconscious. Keep it together, Courtney. He can’t have noticed it. Did he notice? She scanned his face for a sign, then stuttered, “I mean…I’d be wearing protection…”
“Sorry, Courtney. Listen, you’re a fine research assistant, one of the best. But I think you can understand why the answer must be no. Have my slides ready by noon, okay?” And with that, he left for his 10 o’clock meeting.
“Kettle’s hot!” she called after him. Then she reached under her skirt to the symbol of her subservience. Her diaper was bulging badly, almost to the point of leaking. Like her boss said, maybe she was better off behind a desk.
* * *
As she entered the changing room, Courtney caught glimpse of her friend Krystal. The young receptionist was sprawled out on one of the padded benches, wet-wipes in hand. A low divider hid her naked crotch from view. “Oh, hi Courtney!” she said.
“Hi,” Courtney replied solemnly, lying back on the adjacent bench.
“Someone’s having a bad morning.”
Courtney hiked up her skirt and lifted her fanny. She undid the tapes and carefully folded her sopping wet diaper. She sighed a deep sigh.
“Your boss again, huh?”
Courtney took a wet-wipe from her purse and began dabbing her crotch and butt. “Maybe it’s too much to ask,” she said, “but a teensy bit of respect would go a long way.”
“Tell me about it!” said Kristal.
Courtney fished around in her purse. “Crap!” she muttered.
Kristal looked over. “Oh no! All out? I’ve got plenty. You want pink or flowers?”
“Whichever is more absorbent. I almost overflooded mine just now—too much coffee.”
Kristal laughed. “Flowers, then. I love this brand—they’re almost like overnights.”
“Thanks,” said Courtney, fastening the thick diaper around her hips. It felt comforting, especially after the stressful morning.
“I’m sorry about Mr. Mills,” said Kristal. “He can be a real douchebag.”
Courtney glanced at the toilet stall in the corner, her mind flipping between the exchange with her boss and the strange title of that article. Out of the blue, she asked, “You think we’d gain more respect if we weren’t in diapers?”
“Wait, what?” Kristal looked confused. “How would wetting our clothes gain us respect?”
“No, silly. Like if we didn’t need diapers. Like if we had…control down there…like men do.”
“Oh, I see what you meant!” Kristal laughed. “Yeah, that would be awesome. Keep dreaming, right?”
Courtney sighed again.
“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” Kristal suppressed another giggle. “Didn’t you pay attention in health class? We don’t have penises, remember? Control isn’t possible without one—everyone knows that! Fun to imagine, though, huh?” Krystal touched up her makeup before waving goodbye.
* * *
That evening, Courtney sat at her laptop, entering in search after search, but nothing more than the mysterious title ever came up: “Self-fulfilling prophecy”—what could that mean?
A twinge between her legs caught her attention. Often she didn’t feel it coming, but this time she did. She rolled her hips around, hoping to maybe suppress it? But the feeling only intensified. She pressed her thighs together. Nope, that didn’t work either. A trickle emerged, erupting into a spray. Changing her diaper could wait, though. That was one nice thing, at least—using the bathroom at your own convenience, not when natured called.
She tried a new idea. “Wolcott, J.”—what could that stand for: John? Jake? James? Still no hits. Ah ha! How about this? She typed in, “Jane Wolcott female incontinence.”
And there it was, the top hit: A video of the lady being interviewed by some obscure local news channel. Courtney leaned back and clicked play.
~ ~
A balding newsman stared into the camera. “We end tonight with a heartwarming story about a medical researcher chasing women’s equality. Over to you, Kate.”
The screen switched to a young redhead with impeccable makeup. “Thanks, Bob. My guest tonight is Jane Wolcott, who believes she’s uncovered a vast conspiracy targeted at women. I know I’m all ears. So Miss Wolcott, can you tell me about your theory?”
“Thank you for having me. It’s Dr. Wolcott, by the way.” Kate the newscaster smiled politely as her guest continued: “Did you know that boys’ and girls’ urinary tracts are virtually identical at birth, save for the final portion?”
“I didn’t,” answered Kate, “that’s so interesting. So then, why are women naturally incontinent?”
“Well, that’s just it,” Jane replied, “I’m not sure we are. We possess all the necessary anatomy—the urethral sphincter, nerves around the bladder. We just need to learn to use it all. I see no reason why females cannot toilet-train like males can.”
“Wow,” said Kate, “you mean I could be saving a whole lot on diapers?”
Jane smiled. “And that’s not all. Think of it: Freed from diapers, women could finally gain equal status. A lot of the excuses for excluding us from sports leagues, leadership positions, and high-powered jobs, begin to melt away. No one could claim, ‘But what if your diaper leaks in the middle of [fill in the blank]?’”
“We’ve all heard that one!” laughed Kate. “So I hear you brought something to show us?”
Dr. Wolcott held up a strange garment, similar to men’s briefs but without a fly. A hint of lace adorned the waistline.
“Those are pretty,” said Kate. “What are they?”
“Female underwear, patent pending.”
Kate felt the fabric. “They’re so silky and delicate! I’d love to wear those—not that I could, but…”
“What makes you so sure? Like most women I’ve spoken with, I imagine you’ve never once tried to end your dependence on diapers.”
“Well,” said Kate, “there was that time in tenth grade. Vending machines were out, friends were out. It was the end of the school day, and I thought I could make it home in just a skirt. We’ve all been there, right?”
“Did you make it?”
“This may be TMI for cable television, but as I was walking home, I didn’t even feel it coming.” Kate laughed. “It went all down my legs. I can still remember the squishing sound my shoes made the rest of the way. When I got home, my little brother watched me flee to my room in a wet skirt. Since then, I’ve never been so careless.”
Jane nodded. “Every woman has a story like that. The level of self-doubt I see is enormous. But consider how young boys potty-train. It takes time and effort, with no shortage of mishaps. What if the same were expected of young girls?”
“Fun to imagine, isn’t it? In the meantime, is there any hope for the rest of us?”
“Well, that’s where my research comes in. The goal, of course, is to get to these”—Jane held up the silk underwear again—“but we start with these.” In her other hand, she displayed a slightly thicker pair, almost like a woman’s diaper with no tapes. They vaguely resembled something a little boy might wear. “The techniques we use would sound familiar to anyone with a male toddler—for example, setting a timer to remind yourself to try peeing on the toilet.”
“Wow,” said Kate. “Sounds really annoying and difficult. Had any success?”
“Well,” said Jane, “the results are still preliminary. But I’m quite confident that if—”
“—What do the results show?” Kate cut in.
“Unfortunately, the grant agencies haven’t funded a long enough trial. A few subjects start to show progress, but then the funds run dry. It’s quite frustrating.”
“Speaking of which, that’s all the time we have. Thank you for sharing your fascinating work, Miss Wolcott. To all the ladies out there, how would your life be different if you weren’t reliant on diapers? Share your thoughts on our website! Back to you, Bob.”
“Thanks, Kate,” the balding man replied. “It’s fun to hear divergent views, isn’t it—no matter how far-fetched. So Kate, would you wear those—what should I call them, ‘panties’ maybe?” He smirked.
“I’ll stick with diapers, thanks. I prefer my clothes to stay dry.”
“And there you’ve heard it from our very own Kate Kovac! Good night, everyone!”
~ ~
Courtney sat staring at the screen. “Crap!” she muttered, noticing the time. Her boyfriend would be home at any minute, and she hated greeting him with her diaper this wet. She retreated to the bathroom to change.
* * *
An hour later, Courtney lay naked next to her lover, a broad smile across her face. A plastic lined towel beneath her protected the sheets and mattress. “That felt awesome, babe,” she sighed. “Could you hand me my diaper? Don’t worry, it’s dry.”
“You mean this one?” Kyle dangled it just out of reach.
“Hey, stop! Can I have it, please?”
“Whoops!” He tossed it on the floor beside him.
“You’re mean,” Courtney said with a pout. She reached across him to grab it.
“Wait. What if you left it off for a bit?”
A chill ran through her. “You serious?”
“Like, how long do you think you could last?”
“Without making a mess? I have no idea—it’s totally random.”
He touched her arm gently. “Do you ever feel warning signs?”
“Sometimes.”
“Suppose you felt one right now. Think you could make it to the toilet?”
The thought scared her. She gazed down longingly at the diaper on the floor. “Why are you asking, sweetheart?”
“I’m curious.”
“Um…honestly no, I don’t think I could.”
He hugged her from behind, clutching her naked chest in his arms. “What does it feel like when you wet?”
“Well, this is getting rather personal…” She glanced at her exposed crotch. “Are you sure you want me in your lap like this?”
He pulled the towel up around her bottom, shielding himself and the bed—but not her legs—from a possible accident. “How’s that, better?” He brought his hand down close to her sex. “So what’s it feel like?”
She considered the question. “A lot of times, like nothing. If it’s just a leak, I feel a bit of warmth in my diaper—that’s about it.”
“You don’t feel when it starts to come out?”
Courtney shook her head. “But if it’s a larger wetting, I do. A sudden pressure builds…and then releases.” As she spoke, something hard pressed against her back. “Oh my gosh, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” A lot of men had wetting fetishes, but she didn’t know that about Kyle. He seemed embarrassed, so she turned the conversation in a new direction. “What’s it feel like for you?”
“Hmm, I guess like that pressure you describe, but building much more slowly. I hardly think about it until I know I have to go.”
“How do you know?” Courtney asked with genuine curiosity.
“It’s instinctual, I guess. As a girl, I’m sure it’s hard for you to understand.” He retrieved her diaper from the floor and held it up. “I like the lace details on this style,” he said.
“Cute, right? Honey, I really need it back now. I’m getting nervous.”
He smiled and placed it in her lap. Relief washed over her as she fastened it. She had not yet had an accident in bed with him, and she intended to keep it that way. |
A/N: Written as a commission
Serena hopes that her battle against Valerie will go well so that she can get her sixth badge without any complications. She has come so far on her journey, and is getting so close to the goal at the end of it all, with each badge bringing her one step closer. It has been a lot of work, training to get this far, and she has had her fair share of trials along the road- trials that she knows are not at an end just yet, not by a long shot.
For now, though, the only thing that matters is the battle against Valerie. First things first, she has to worry about the trainer battles, and the puzzle to get her to the gym leader. She is told from the start that she will step on floor panels that will teleport her into rooms, and she has to try and follow the right sequence so that she can make it to the main room, where Valerie waits for her. Naturally, there will be trainers in most of these rooms to challenge her, so unless she is incredibly lucky, she will end up with a few battles along the way, before she finally reaches the gym leader herself.
Serena is ready to get started, but as soon as she is teleported into the first room, she feels something strange. She is not sure what it would have to do with the panel, but she knows that her bladder was empty when she came in. After all, she never goes to a gym battle without visiting a bathroom first, never wanting to end up in an uncomfortable situation with a battle that might last a long time, depending on how it goes. However, once she takes her first step into the first room she has been brought to, she feels a nagging from her lower stomach that makes her think that she has to pee.
It is nothing to concern herself with just yet, but she hopes that it is not going to get any worse, because she probably has a while in here. She doesn’t think, at least at first, that the teleportation could be responsible for it, but she has no idea where else it could have come from. Either way, there is a trainer to battle against in her, dressed adorably in traditional Johto attire. From what Serena has heard, Valerie originally comes from Johto, and likes that sort of fashion.
There seems to be something off about the trainer, the whole time that they battle. Serena is not able to tell what it is at first, but by the time the battle is won, she has started to piece together that the trainer seems to be really nervous about something, fidgeting around and trying to hide just how much she fidgets. If Serena didn’t know better, she would say that her opponent has to pee right now, which reminds her of her own steadily growing need. Fortunately for her, it has not actually grown that much during the battle, so she hopes she will be able to forget it before long.
However, as soon as she is brought to the next room, she feels a sharp pang from her bladder, one that signals that her need has grown much more intense, in a very short time. She still does not know how the floor panels could possibly be responsible for it, but it has been instantaneous both times, as soon as she appears in the next room. There is certainly nothing else that could be causing it, especially nothing that makes more sense than that, so she does not know what else to blame it on.
Of course, she is not to the gym leader yet, and has yet another battle to endure, but this one is a little bit harder to focus on now that she knows that she needs to pee, and is not able to push it out of her mind nearly as easily. The only thing that catches her attention more than her own bladder is the fact that this trainer looks like she needs to pee as well, shifting in place, never standing still for long, and looking pained any time any water moves are used.
It seems a strange coincidence that both trainers that Serena has had to face so far have needed to pee- provided that was actually what was wrong with the first one, which is starting to seem more likely, now that these weird circumstances are becoming more apparent to her- but if they both have to, and she has to, after stepping on the floor panels, it makes her wonder if there is something wrong with this gym. Once again, she does not know exactly what could cause it, not able to come up with a real explanation, but when she thinks about it, she really does not know much about how the floor panels work to begin with, so it’s not like she would know either way if there were something to mess with the fullness of her bladder.
Either way, she is both dreading going to the next room, and curious about what will happen, about if it will really cause her need to spike. If it does, that is not going to be good for her, but at that point, there will be no denying that that is what is causing it. And if the next trainer that she meets looks like she has to pee, then Serena is going to have to admit that there is something off about the gym that is effecting everyone there.
She pauses for just a moment after her victory before she steps onto the panel and is sent out of the room, right into the next one. Immediately, her legs snap together, a powerful wave of desperation making her whimper. There is no doubt in her mind now that this is what is causing all of her troubles. It takes her a moment to regain her composure enough to be able to step forward, to be able to walk without keeping her thighs pressed tight together, in order to fight off the continuous waves of desperation, making her feel like she might lose it and soak herself at any moment. Serena has not been this desperate in a long time, and she has no idea what to do in a situation like this, when she still has to keep going, still has to keep battling, and still has to keep stepping on these panels, which will no doubt continue to increase her desperation, while she has no idea just how long she will be able to keep holding out like this.
The trainer that she comes upon this time is outright holding herself, hand jammed between her legs as best as she can manage with her outfit. She blushes a deep shade of red when she realizes that she has been seen like this and tries to put on a front of normalcy, for all the good that will do her right now. The trainer has to keep her legs pressed tightly together too, it seems, and once Serena comes to stand in front of her, she feels a little better about how obvious it is that she is just barely holding it together.
Both of them are bursting to pee, but neither of them can do anything other than battle right now, the trainer because it is her job, and Serena because she has come here to challenge the gym, and she does not want to forfeit when she has come so far, just because she really needs to pee. Besides which, she is pretty sure that if she were to leave to go to the bathroom and then come back, she would end up in the same position all over again, the floor panels causing her bladder to act up and leaving her a pathetic, desperate mess. She would just keep coming to this same point until she got it into her head that she needed to see it through until the end. It is better that she comes to terms with that now, rather than continue grappling with the same problem over and over again.
At least this way, she will eventually be able to get it over with. She can only hope that, by the time she has gotten it over with, that she will be leaving with a dry skirt and dry panties. And a gym badge, as well, but she is determined not to let anything get in the way of her winning, not even if that involves her completely humiliating herself at the end of it all.
This battle feels like it goes on forever, with both trainers openly squirming, and her opponent frequently going back to try and hold herself again, as if she has forgotten all of the shame that caused her to do so in the first place. It must be just as tortuous for her as it is for Serena, but eventually, the battle comes to an end, and she has to accept her fate at the hands of another floor panel.
This time, when she appears in the next room, she doubles over immediately, a hand going beneath her skirt to hold herself, a spurt of urine leaking out and dampening her panties just a little bit. Serena has never had to pee this badly in her life, and she has to squeeze her legs together tight, rubbing them around her hand while she grinds against it, biting her lip hard as she tries to fight the powerful impulses of her bladder. If the next room she goes to after this one is not the main room of the gym, she knows for sure that she is going to wet herself, and even if it is, she still can’t be too sure that she is going to make it out of her with her dignity intact.
If the last trainer seemed excessively desperate to her, it is not in comparison to the way that this one is left openly dancing around as she forces herself to keep holding it. Even seeing that Serena is here is not enough to make her calm down, too desperate to bother being embarrassed about it as she prepares for battle. Serena can’t say that she does not feel sympathy for her, considering the fact that she can’t stand still at all. Though she keeps her thighs squeezed together through the battle, she hops from foot to foot, squirming around desperately as she fights her bladder just as fiercely as she fights her opponent.
Soon enough, she has to hold herself again, and this time, she is not sure if she can let go. She keeps a hand between her legs at all times, trying not to let anything distract her from the battle, trying not to let this cause her to mess up when she has already come so far. Wet or dry, she is going to make it to the end of this, so that she does not have to go through this ever again. Grinding against her hand, she groans under her breath, willing it all to stay in, fighting so that not even another drop escapes.
She manages to make it to the end of the battle without letting that happen, but on the brief walk to the next floor panel, she does leak a little bit more, her hand still firmly between her legs. Serena hopes this is almost the end, that she is nearly there, and she takes only a moment to steady herself before she steps onto the panel, and is transported to the next room.
At first, she is not able to tell where she has ended up, and that is because the wave of desperation that hits her this time is so powerful that it causes a huge spurt to leak out, enough to soak past her panties, a little bit dribbling down her leg, much to her humiliation. But then, once she has a chance to clear her head, she realizes that she is exactly where she needs to be, the location of her final battle. Valerie stands before her, which means that she has finally almost made it to the end, that it is finally almost over, if she can just hold it for a little while longer.
But then she notices something, and that is that Valerie seems just as desperate as she is, absolutely trembling, her legs crossed and shaking, a hand pressed to the front of her ornate outfit. Serena wonders then if, every time she uses a panel and increases her own desperation, if it has increased the desperation of the others in here as well. That is the only explanation she can think of, even if she will never be quite sure how something like that could work. That makes her wonder how the other trainers are holding up, or if any of them have suffered the humiliation of wetting themselves just yet, though that thought does not make her own struggle any easier to deal with.
She takes a shaky step forward, but then has to freeze up, holding herself and moaning as she fights against her urge to just let go, to soak herself and be done with it, all so that she does not have to deal with the pain from her bladder anymore. Looking up at Valerie, she sees the gym leader is not composed at all, face flushed as she squirms and writhes where she stands.
“Welcome,” Valerie says, her voice showing obvious signs of strain. “As you can see, we’re having a bit of…a bit of trouble with our floor panels today. We are not quite sure what the trouble is, but…well, you can tell what it is causing…I am…I…”
She stumbles through her introduction, trying so hard to keep her mind on what it is that she is supposed to be saying, but it is hard for her to maintain focus. Serena feels a stab of pity for her, understanding exactly what she is going through, since she has also been pushed to her breaking point. Neither of them seem like they are going to last much longer, let alone through an entire gym battle. Serena knows that for a fact, but since she has made it this far, and since there seems to be no way to escape this fate, she knows that she just has to keep walking forward, until she is standing directly in front of Valerie.
During this time, Valerie manages to get through her introduction. Every other gym leader that Serena has faced so far has said it all quickly and concisely, but none of them have been struggling with their bladders quite like Valerie is. Really, it is impressive that she can think to say anything at all right now, considering just how hard she is trembling, completely unable to stand still. That is something that Serena can relate to all too well, and once she is in front of Valerie, she is not able to just stand there.
Instead, she is left hopping from foot foot, holding herself and biting her lip, squirming and dancing while the designer finishes talking about her desire to grow closer to her Pokemon, to become as much like a Pokemon as possible. It seems like that goal is not the most important thing on her mind, her bladder demanding too much attention. The two of them are supposed to start their battle now, a battle that Serena knows that she can’t afford to lose after everything she has been through, but before that battle can even start, she loses the one that she has been fighting against her bladder.
Her knees buckle and her dancing comes to a sudden end as she gasps, holding herself tighter, knowing that this leak is more than just a simple leak, but there is nothing she can do to stop it, before she is flooding her panties, urine gushing out of her, soaking through the fabric and running down her legs, soaking into her tall socks as it does. It soon begins to puddle on the floor beneath her, and she looks up at Valerie, biting her lip, humiliated and ready to apologize for the mess that she has made, only to realize that now, Valerie is suffering the same fate.
The gorgeous woman has her head hung low, not even bothering to hold herself as she wets herself, her elegant clothing soaked and ruined, her bladder unable to take another moment of this. Neither of them were even able to start the battle, much less make it to the end, and both will have to battle it out completely soaked. Serena is not sure how Valerie feels about all this, but she can at least feel a little bit better that she is not the only one, and that she has not actually made a fool of herself by doing this. After all, it is not her fault that the floor panels were having strange, bladder-agonizing troubles today.
“I am truly sorry for all of this,” is the first thing that Valerie says, once the two of them have stood in silence for a moment, bladders completely empty, and the pattering sound of urine puddling on the floor having faded away. Serena feels worlds better, though she is still a bit sore from holding so much.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replies, panting a bit. “It’s not your fault. But…now that that’s over, can we have our battle now?”
Giving her a hint of a smile, Valerie replies, “Absolutely.”
Serena has won many battles since entering this gym, and this is her most important one. The only battle that she has lost so far is the one against her bladder, but she does not count that, since she is far from the only one. Now, the only thing left to do is to make sure that this battle results in another victory. Then, she can finally get out of these wet clothes.
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Hello there!
Here is the second chapter of the series featuring Lea. This one comes just after the first so I would recommend you read it before:
So that evening, instead of taking the bus back home, Lea followed her manager on the car park and was surprised of the relatively warm breeze she felt on her now naked legs. It seemed winter had forgotten to come this year. She struggled a bit to climb into his big Range Rover and they left.
During the 30-minute drive, he explained that they would be visiting a factory the company acquired a few months ago, Waterfall Inc., which was making purified water for injection. Her mission was to follow him and take notes. He did not know how long it would take – visits like that can go from one hour up to six or more, depending on what is discovered. Lea was pleased to spend the evening there instead of having to respect the lockdown alone in her little apartment, but as crazy as it might have been, she had to pee – again. She couldn’t believe it, as she had emptied her bladder in such spectacular way barely one hour before, but it seemed to have broken the seal.
They arrived at the factory and went through the usual security checks – including the metal detector. Lea wondered if the operator behind his screen could see she had no panty on, and what effect it would have on him. But he said nothing, so she carried on with her new task. The tour began, and quickly Lea was bored. The director had opted for an “office tour”, during which they could only see the process through windows so that they didn’t have to change into lab clothes. Her need to pee was building slowly but steadily: at first, she only felt a discomfort in her bladder. Then, she had to subtly shift her weight from one leg to another whenever they came to a halt. She tried to distract herself from her need by taking notes, but the tour was so boring that she kept coming back to thinking about it.
“Well I think that’s all!”, the director said. Lea couldn’t believe it, a few more minutes and she would be getting to a toilet! In fact, she was having a hard time not to break into a full pee-pee dance. Her bladder was now swollen, and she could see the bulge on her leather skirt. She was crossing her legs in a hope to keep composure but was quite fidgety. “One moment”, her manager answered, “I would like to see your warehouse”. “Oh right, no problem!”, the director answered. “Oh NO, this cannot be true”, Lea thought. The three of them left the meeting room and headed towards the exit.
The warehouse was located in a remote corner of the factory. At this point, Lea could feel her aching bladder with every step she took and there was very little she could do – of course she could not hold herself in front of those two guys! The group came to a halt near the warehouse and the director began explaining how it had been built and when. Lea was trying to concentrate on taking notes, but the pressure she felt was too much. She knew she would not be able to hold it very long and, sure enough, a few minutes after, she felt a leak escape her pussy and slowly trickling down her left leg. She looked at her manager in shock but he was absorbed in the director’s explanations.
Lea was crossing her legs and using all her willpower to stop peeing, but to no avail. The lukewarm air on her bare legs did not help at all and the trickle going down her legs was tickling her. She felt another wave come and another spurt escaped her pussy lips, pooled in her inner thighs for a moment and slowly went down her legs. She was peeing herself – once again – and there was no way she could help it. She had to find a solution. Right now!
But there it was, crystal clear despite her mind being entirely focused on not flashing her young pussy to two important managers and peeing an ocean just before their eyes. In big bright letters glowing in this unusually warm winter night. “WATERFALL INC.” Lea was standing on grass, the two men were absorbed in their discussion, her leather skirt was covering her private parts, and she had no panty on: she could just pee there without being noticed.
Her leaks were now incontrollable. She put her legs together and tried to pee as slowly as possible. For the first few seconds, she could not control her flow, and a hissing noise could clearly be heard in the night. Lea quickly clenched her muscles as the director and the manager both turned towards her and tried to find the source of this noise. Lea pretended to be taking notes (a task she had abandoned way earlier, focused on her need to pee) and the director said: “we sometimes have animals coming from the nearby forest”. During this whole time, Lea was focused on not peeing herself while the two others were looking at her, and as soon as they turned back, she resumed leaking on her legs. She could feel her heels becoming wetter and wetter as her bladder emptied and began worrying about the noise she would make when she was going to walk.
Then, abruptly, the director said: “well, let’s get inside then!”. Lea was in the middle of leaking and had not at all emptied her bladder. She had quite a hard time clenching her muscles to stop peeing. The inside of her legs was totally wet, and so was the inside of her heels. Fortunately, they did not “splosh” as she walked towards the building. But Lea’s now tired bladder had had enough of these “stop and go” and screamed for relief right now. She nonetheless managed to stay “dry” for the rest of the tour. The director shook hands with both of them and, before she could open her mouth to ask for the toilets, her manager said “well, let’s go then, I don’t want to get home too late, I will drop you off at your place”. She wasn’t sure she could hold the rest of her bladder for 30 minutes, but what choice did she have? |
second part of the third installment of my saga
Ja’Lana in the uromancer’s lair part 2
Now with 100% more uromancers and lairs
This story contains urination, tickling, water sports and actual death. not for the squeemish, you have been warned.
They reached the mountains when the sun was already setting, conferring an ominous look at the barren landscape, sparsely dotted by frozen trees twisted in terrifying poses.
«Well this looks…promising» joked Malina kicking a mound of freshly fallen snow «How exactly are we going to find this lair? Place is duller than a temple of Mara.»
«Simple we…» Haylindel confidently rose a finger only to immediately lower it «Well we could…uh…look around for…»
«You have no idea, have you?» interceded Ja'Lana
«It’s not like I have no idea…well yes, I have no idea where it is SPECIFICALLY but I have a good hunch on where it MIGHT be»
Haylindel cleared her throat
«You see, there are very few places where the Mistress could hide her lair. First of all, a mage of her status and pride would NEVER settle for a cave, not only would it be degrading but there wouldn’t be enough space to set up a laboratory and expanding a cave lair requires a lot more effort than, say, a ruined keep. So we can write the caves off immediately.»
she stopped to ponder looking at their surroundings
«Another thing we need to take into account is her need for live subjects. She must have picked a place that is both well hidden and hard to come by by accident but not SO hard to reach that she would have problems dragging her victims inside…or even baiting them in…»
«So, no caves, place hard to happen upon by mistake but easy to access if you know where to look…» summarized Malina while aiming a snowball at Ja'Lana’s ass «She also must want some sort of vantage point. A cliff perhaps?»
Ja'Lana scratched her chin
«Well but if that were the case we would spot it right awa...HEY!» the snowball hit true «You little…» she jumped on the laughing goblin trying to wrestle her into submission. Malina could have stopped her with her gloves but she was having too much fun with this.
They kept rolling around until Ja'Lana face ended up planted under a bronze-skinned foot.
«Girls?» Haylindel was looking at them raising an eyebrow «I hope our…experience of last night didn’t make you two forget that we are searching for an ancient and potentially murderous arch-uro…» her sentence was cut short by Ja'Lana’s snowball hitting her in the face
«Fine…» she continued, wiping the snow from her face «…you asked for this. Titillo…» her belly slightly bloated while minuscule sparks left her fingertips and fluttered around the two rascals.
At first nothing seemed to be happening, then they both started feeling light jolts all around them.
Each jolt made them squirm at first, as the little sparks settled around some peculiar zones of their bodies and then disappeared under their clothes.
«What was that abo…hohohoh…» Ja'Lana started rolling around «stohohohp! Please! She is SOHOHORY!»
«What wrong Ja'Lana? What is happening to yhoohohou?» Malina shortly joined her khajiit friend rolling in the snow. It was like hundreds of tiny tendrils were teasing their armpits and sides all at once and, no matter how much they tried to defend those spots, their assault wouldn’t stop.
Haylindel waited a couple more seconds then snapped her fingers, the sparks fizzled out of existence, leaving the two winded, staring at the sky, as her belly deflated.
«Please…huff…don’t do that again…huff…she really thought you would make her…PISS…herself…that would have been…huff…bad…she doesn’t like…huff…PISSSSSSSSSSING HERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSELF…»
Ja'Lana smiled as she heard water hitting the snow.
«I hate you» mumbled the elf while fixing her skirt «Let’s just get back to business, shall we? To answer your question, no, we wouldn’t necessarily spot her lair if it was a cliff as there are a number of ways to mask things with magic, even castles if needed. Still, we are surrounded by mountains, this will take ages» she let out a disgruntled groan, then her eyes sprung open as a revelation hit her.
«Let’s find someplace to make camp, I think I have an idea»
After setting up camp they started eating while Haylindel resumed her explanation
«I did some research before embarking in this mission of mine, and I remembered probably the only detail that can help us.» she pulled out a map and unfolded it in front of her two companions «While it’s true that all the victims were discovered in the woods between Morthal and Dawnstar, not alll of them are FROM Morthal and Dawnstar.» she pointed at a spot in the map «We are here and the victims were found here, here, here and here» she pointed at more spots, all north-west of their position «considering that north of those locations there are no mountains, I’d say her lair must be south of there.»
«How so?» asked Malina
«Quite simple, because of Reliable Remulus»
«The fuck is a Remulus?» Ja'Lana spat a chicken bone in the fire
«Remulus was a traveling merchant. His corpse was found among the others, right here, east of Morthal. He used to drive his little cart all the way to Whiterun to sell pelts, then he would buy mead in Whiterun and sell it in Windhelm, from there he would buy steel that he would sell in Riften for pelts, then back to Whiterun. Rinse and repeat for his entire life.»
«And this matters because…» asked Malina while picking her nails with her knife
«Well, he always did the same trades in the same order using the same route. THIS road right here» she pointed at a line on the map that connected Windhelm and Whiterun.
«Wait…» Ja'Lana leaned on the map to see better «this doesn’t make sense. That road doesn’t even come close to the forest…except…» she turned her head south «…Except when it nears that hill. But even in that case, it’s still too far away from where the corpses were found, which means…her lair is somewhere north of that hill and south of the forest? Isn’t…isn’t there an abandoned pass around that area?»
Haylindel smiled
«Precisely. She must have used the pass to reach a sheltered area on the top of the mountain. Possibly a preexisting structure, like a ruin or an old fort that she later repaired and camouflaged with illusion magic, it should be in some sort of natural alcove, even with illusion magic the falling snow would quickly pile up on it and, last time I checked, floating mounds of snow aren’t something you see that often, nor are mysterious tundra mountains that don’t have any snow on them.» she looked around, settling her gaze to a short mountain west of their camp
«The only place that matches all these conditions…is THAT mountain. It’s near the pass, overlooks the hill, has a weird cliff that creates an alcove and it offers a decent view of the forests where the corpses were found. We need to discreetly search in that area and I’m sure we will find it.»
«And how do we do that? That castle must be in such an advantageous position that she probably already spotted us, what if she teleports us into her torture chambers while we sleep?» replied Malina now perched on Haylindel’s back, the elf almost jumped for the surprise
«When…How…you were sitting there a second ago!»
«Don’t you know?» smirked the assassin «Never take your eyes away from a goblin if you care for your valuables» she gave her breasts a quick squeeze and jumped off of her.
«Ahem…anyway» Haylindel blushed while she adjusted her top, attempting to cover a nipple that slipped out «rest assured, that will never happen. It’s a common misconception that wizards can simply snap their fingers and whatever or whoever they want just poofs in front of them. Teleportation doesn’t work that way. A wizard can teleport to a known destination but can only do so themselves unless said wizard has access to something belonging to the person they want to move, knows precisely WHERE that person is and has their consent. Missing any of those things will result in a failure. As for her spotting us…possibly. But unless we do something stupid, in her eyes, we are just three people camping. She has no idea who we are, who is expecting us and if we have friends nearby, so she will probably play safe for now. The last thing she needs is giving away her location.»
«Basically this means that she has a way to either lure people in, or at least near the pass, or she can somehow move them from a distance?» asked Ja'Lana now holding Malina on her lap.
Haylindel bit her thumb
«Yes…worst of all, there are countless methods to do both those things…she could be using illusions to either scare people into entering the pass or to lure them near it…or even alteration magic to move things like vines to drag them in…or summon a daedra to do the dirty work for her…heck, she could even become invisible and bonk them on the head…this doesn’t help in the slightest, we need to know how she does it but there is simply no way for us to find out. Well, unless we get captured.» she rubbed her temples and sighed «well, we aren’t getting anything done tonight, it’s too dark and we are too far away for her to try anything without us at least noticing. However, just in case…» she drew a circle in the air with her arms, her bladder swelled way more than when she almost fried Malina and a dim white light circled their camp «this should do it.» she added as her bladder deflated «i set up a guardian circle, it will last for the night and will both alert us and damage anyone or anything trying to get too close and that means us harm. I think we can go to be…» she was interrupted by Malina raising her hand
«Quick question, is there a way to test that seal you placed on Ja'Lana before we are in a spot where we can’t take chances?»
Haylindel yawned, clearly tired from the long day and that last spell she cast
«Uh…sure…even now if you want. You remember the words you chose for the refill effect and the massive release? Well, first say the word for the refill, then say “seal” and then try to use the massive release one. If she loses it, the seal doesn’t work. If she can’t go, then it DOES work…oh and to undo the seal you just say “unseal”. I know, nothing original but the good thing is that only you can give this commands, so even if the Mistress figures them out she won’t be able to use them.»
Malina looked at her friend and grinned, her gloves started to glow and Ja'Lana quickly jumped on her feet
«Wait! One moment!» she said taking off her pants «ok, now you can go.»
«Fill» Ja'Lana’s bladder filled up completely «Now that I think about it, can I do it more than once? Fill.» Ja'Lana’s bladder was now bulging, the khajiit shoved her hands between her legs
«Malina please, she can’t hold this much! Use the seal, USE THE SEAL!»
The goblin giggled «Fine, se…FILL!» Ja'Lana’s bladder was now so full that she collapsed on the ground and started leaking «Aaand…SEAL» the leaking stopped but Ja'Lana was now banging her fists on the ground, biting her lip.
«Please! This is too much! Just…just try the seal and let her pee!»
«You would love that, wouldn’t you?» Malina’s eyes had the same devious gaze as the day before. She started caressing the huge bladder bulge sending mixed sensations of pain and pleasure to the poor khajiit «do you feel the need to let all of this out?» she pressed on her bladder, Ja'Lana let out a moan and tried to spread her legs hoping to ease the pressure, but nothing came out «Wouldn’t you love to let this huge ocean out? Let the waters rush and splash…i bet it would feel almost orgasmic, maybe i should fi…»
«Malina, ENOUGH!» Haylindel’s voice boomed all around them, snapping the goblin out of her lustful haze «Do NOT fill her more, I specifically wrote it in the instructions: the more you fill her bladder the more exhausted she will be afterwards, we can’t afford to have her collapse tomorrow! Finish the test and free her.»
Malina huffed «Fine…I’ll try the regular command first, the one that relaxes the muscles. Release.»
nothing happened
«Alright, this one is blocked, now…»
«This one is NOT blocked!» lamented Ja'Lana «She can feel her muscles relaxing, she can feel her body wanting relief but…she just can’t! It’s TORTURE!»
«Calm down, I’ll use the last command and I’ll free you, I promise. Ahem. PSHHH.»
Ja'Lana started shaking, she arched her back as to let it all out but nothing happened
«THIS IS EVEN WORSE! She is being squeezed like a towel but nothing comes out! HELP HER!»
Seeing Ja'Lana writhing in pain broke something inside the goblin’s heart, almost like she remembered something she had long forgotten
«Oh Crap! UNSEAL! UNSEAL!» she helped Ja'Lana opening her legs as her bladder finally started emptying
«You want some help? Here, I’ll relax your muscles, Release!»
what was at first a small uneven drip was now a steady stream that quickly turned into a small river when Malina started calmly rubbing Ja'Lana’s belly.
«Ahh…ahh…please…never again…she’ll be a good girl…don’t do that again…she…she…oooh…» Ja'Lana fell asleep in Malina’s arms, her stream still going steady.
«You overdid it» commented Haylindel, eyes twitching and legs crossed at the sight of Ja'Lana’s release «I…was clear enough in my instructions, f…filling…the bladder is dangerous…if you do it too much or too often she WILL DIE.» the seriousness of her tone was undermined by her lifting her skirt mid sentence to let out her own stream «Now…let that poor girl finish and clean her up, then go to sleep.»
It took five minutes for the unconscious Ja'Lana to finally empty her bladder, after that Malina cleaned her, dressed her and brought her on her bedroll.
Before going to sleep as well she leaned on her friend and kissed her forehead
«I’m sorry» she whispered.
The next day Ja'Lana awoke to find Malina kneeling near her with a worried look on her face
«How are you feeling? Are you ok? Can you stand? I made you breakfast, it's eggs. Do you like eggs? If you want I can…» Ja'Lana covered the goblin’s mouth with her furry index finger, trying to stop the barrage of questions that her pounding head could hardly follow
«This one is fine, she just has a terrible headache. As for last night, she accepts your apologies…and the eggs. Still…» she looked at the seal painted on her waist «she doesn’t think this thing works, she could feel everything…it was so painful…»
Haylindel sat near her, offering the khajiit a wooden cup filled with a green liquid
«Well, the seal I used can’t prevent you from feeling pain or the…stimulus…so to speak. It just plugs you up so nothing can get out. Trust me, that pain you felt was nothing compared to what would happen if the Mistress were to break it. I doubt you got your life sucked out of you before. Now drink this potion, it should help you with your headache. And you…» she turned her head towards Malina «DO. NOT. FILL. HER. MORE. THAN. ONCE. It may not seem like it but a triple fill like yesterday could result in a person spending three days in bed just to recover. You are lucky our kitty, here, is a though cookie.»
Even after drinking the potion, Ja'Lana was still a bit woozy so they spent the morning scouting the mountain side from a safe position in the nearby frozen woods, using the spyglasses Malina “borrowed” from a shop a few months ago. For most of the morning nothing out of the ordinary came up, the mountainside was dull, the hills were dull. The whole morning was dull, really.
Then it happened.
They saw a small group of people approaching the hills from a distance. They looked like soldiers but, on closer inspection, their mismatched and poorly maintained leather and hide armors identified them as common bandits.
Their leader, a middle aged redguard woman that stood out from the rest of the ragtag group thanks to her bulkier iron armor, toned physique and ebony skin, was shouting something at her men but they were too far away for the hidden trio to be able to hear her.
«She is angry.» commented Malina still looking trough her spyglass
«Yes, we can see that, dear.» added Haylindel putting hers away
«No, I mean she is PISSED at her men» the sound of running water reminded her that she just said the P word
«I’m trying to read her lips, can’t make out much but she is calling her men “lazy milk-drinkers” and she is trying to rally them with some sort of speech about…i THINK her husband being killed in this area? Maybe her brother? Either way, I think she knew one of the victims… » Malina stood quiet for a second
«Now she is speaking in a language I’m not familiar with but, going off from the hand gestures, she is either informing her men of what she will do to their assholes if they fail or she is telling them a really passionate story about that time she caught a mudcrab “this big”…wait! Something just moved! Over there!»
Malina pointed her spyglass at a wall near the pass’ entrance as Ja'Lana and Haylindel did the same.
The icicles and the snow near the pass started to shift and melt, merging into a giant puddle that slowly crawled its way to the small group of bandits, none of which noticed the shimmering mass until it was right under their feet.
And by then it was too late.
The water sprung up, swallowing the screaming bandits and their still stoic leader that tried all she could to break free. All her attempts were in vain as the water around their bodies froze, forming a block of ice floating on a bed of still liquid water that quickly dragged its prey back in the cave.
«We need to follow that puddle!» exclaimed Haylindel springing to her feet.
«Are you crazy?» shouted Malina as both her and Ja'Lana began running after her «It’s almost midday, SHE WILL SEE US!»
Haylindel raised her hands and, suddenly, disappeared.
Ja'Lana was gone too.
Then Malina noticed the small shimmer around her hands and the footprints forming in the snow beside her.
Invisibility.
«I STILL have a bad feeling about this!» she commented while approaching the pass and slowing down, however, they were too late as the cave was completely silent, no sounds of water, no muffled screams, just a thin trail of water going deep into the pass.
An icicle that sounded like Haylindel broke the eerie silence «Alright, before we go in: do NOT touch the water. ANY water. We don’t know if she can just capture things with it or if she can sense them too. Follow m… never mind»
They followed the trail of water to a seemingly impassable wall of ice, a quick inspection revealed a gap that an illusion spell made look smaller than it really was.
They crawled in, Haylindel taking the front, Ja'Lana in the middle and Malina closing the line behind them, trying to be as quiet as possible and to not touch the still present trail of water.
After a minute of crawling, the tunnel opened up in a cave revealing a large keep.
Its architectural style confirmed Haylindel’s hypothesis of it being an ancient ruin, it was completely engulfed in the ice walls and had two stone and ice paths branching from the middle tower, each leading into the ice walls and possibly into the vantage points the Mistress used to scout for victims.
Still protected by their invisibility, they followed the main path up to the outer gates, then looked for a way in. Most of the holes in the walls were patched by thick ice and the cave walls were too smooth to be climbed.
All except one.
The cave that housed the keep had several openings in its ceiling, one of which was large enough that the light coming from it had slowly carved a hole in on of the higher ice patches.
They quickly reached the wall with the faulty patch, right before their invisibility fizzled out of existence.
«Ja'Lana, I’ll need your help» Malina tied the end of a rope to her waist «throw me as high as you can. The wall becomes rougher after a few meters, if I can get past the smooth part I can climb the rest of the way up on my own and drop the rope once I secure it.»
«Sure come her...ooof» Ja'Lana had forgotten how heavy the pipsqueak actually was
«On three…huff…one…two…THREE!» the goblin flew up high and sunk her nails in the rougher ice, quickly skittering upwards and disappearing inside the hole.
After a few seconds a knotted rope was dangling in front of them.
Ja'Lana motioned Haylindel to go first as she watched their back, then followed the elf up the rope.
They found themselves in an old and forgotten attic, scattered with debris, loose planks, cracks and holes that let light seep in from below.
Malina gestured for them to follow her and she pointed at a larger crack a few meters away.
«I took a quick look around, given the dust and debris scattered around, nobody has been here for ages. We have access to a couple of rooms, then the ice blocks the passage. For now we are safe here.» she gestured all around her «Judging by what I could see from the cracks, we should be above her lab or something.» she pointed in the distance «Over there leads to a dimly lit corridor and take a look down here, I can see the bandits still on ice. It must be the room where she keeps her prey.» she whispered «Hay, what can you make of it? They don’t look good to me…»
The elf sighed
«Yup. Those people are already dead, most likely they couldn’t handle the sudden dip in temperature and…wait…where is their boss, the redguard woman?» a scream answered her question.
A scream followed by…laughter? They quietly climbed over a broken wooden beam and noticed another crack this one showed flashes of light coming from below, each flash followed by more screams, more laughter.
«This one has a bad feeling, please don’t be tickling, please don’t be tickling…PLEASE. DON’T. BE. TICKLING!»
It was.
Peeking down, the trio could clearly see the former bandit leader, completely naked and secured on a metal table covered in glowing blue runes. Each time a rune lighted up, a magic spark would erupt from the table, hitting the dark skinned bandit now on her soles, now around her sides, now her armpits. Ja'Lana recognized the familiar channels that led from the redguard’s crotch down to a large glass container
Besides the table stood a robed figure, a gray haired young breton woman that would rhythmically raise one or more of her fingers, each movement creating more shocks
«noooHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEHEHEHET!» the bandit leader went ballistic as more sparks tickled her soles «YOHOHOHOU WHOHOHOHORE!»
«My my, so disrespectful» taunted the Mistress «I just finished telling you how all of your friends died on their way here and you LAUGH?»
she scrunched her left hand and the runes under the bandit’s feet and armpits glowed again, followed by a spark shortly after
«You biAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!» the woman tried to unsuccessfully insult her
«I…I won’t…I won’t give in to YOU!»
the Mistress chuckled
«Oh dear, that does NOT matter in the slightest. You don’t have a choice about this. You will die. Like all your dead friends. Who died. In that room over there.»
More sparks formed around her clitoris, the redguard’s eyes widened
«you wouldn’t daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!»
another shock
«Stay away form thaaaaaaaah!»
two more shocks, each one more prolonged than the others
«nooooh! Oooooh! Yeeeeeeeeess!»
the Mistress smiled
«See? You DO like hearing about your dead friends. Let it all out, dear, let it all out and die like your friends. You know…most of them peed themselves before dying, really humiliating, oh and one of them…»
As the sparks intensified, the bound woman let out a deafening moan and arched her back while tears ran down her cheeks.
«Oh my…Did you just come?» the Mistress laughed «You DID! You came while I was describing how your friends died. My, you are a nasty person indeed.
She raised her right hand and a globe of water enveloped the redguard’s midsection and gave it a tight squeeze, forcing a few drops of urine out of her body
«You see dear, I don’t NEED you to “give in”. I don’t NEED to torture you in order to get what I want…»
a tentacle protruded from the water bubble and started teasing the bound woman’s clit.
«I merely ENJOY doing it. Now…i think this has gone on long enough.»
she clenched both her fists, all the runes started glowing brighter and brighter while the water around her midsection formed dozens of tendrils around her belly and sides and the lonesome tentacle started cruelly polishing her sensitive nub.
A mixture of laughter, curses and panicked screams filled the room, Ja'Lana couldn’t believe that those sounds were coming from a human and not an agonizing monster.
Under the combined effects of the tickling sparks, the tendrils and the squeezing water bubble, a small stream started pouring down her crotch, growing ever larger with every squeeze and every shock.
Her eyes widened out while laughter started dying down, her face freezing in an unholy mixture of bliss and terror.
Then the container finally filled up and her body wilted away.
«Why tickling? Why? WHY?» Ja'Lana was murmuring to herself
«Why are the gods so cruel with her? She wants to go home, she…»
Malina hugged her, managing to calm her down a bit.
«A good haul» cackled the Mistress appraising the contents of the glass container
«Well, they DO say that redguards are a lively bunch.» she unlocked the shackles holding the former bandit leader
«Take this one away, I need to extract what I can from her friends back there. Maybe I can still save something…» the same blob of water that brought them in carried the poor woman out of the room.
The Mistress turned to follow it as the bright lights coming from floating crystals revealed her body.
According to the College’s archives the Mistress was a hundred or so years old, yet the only thing that would suggest her age would have been her white hair because her skin was perfect and devoid of wrinkles, her lips velvety and sensual, her chest ample and firm and her belly…huge and bulging.
At that sight, Ja'Lana and Malina dropped their jaws but Haylindel went completely pale.
«This was a mistake» she muttered while getting up
«A mistake. A mistake» she kept repeating silently walking to the hole in the wall they used to get in
«We need to get out. NOW!» she shouted under her breath as Malina and Ja'Lana kept staring at her.
«This one is confused. Your reaction is a bit excessive…well…she is a bit uncomfortable at the idea of killing this Mistress given her…err…condition…»
«Yeah…i’m not sure about this either» chimed in Malina «And I’m the ruthless one here. It doesn’t feel right…»
Haylindel blankly stared at them, eyes darting from one girl to the other
«What…what are you talking about? What condi… » her eyes widened with the sudden realization «oh dear…» she sat down, her back pressed against the wall, holding her head with her hands «Girls…the Mistress isn’t pregnant. She…That…that was her bladder!»
The look of surprise in their faces quickly morphed into confusion, then disgust…then terror.
Malina was the only one that managed to form a coherent sentence
«You mean that…all that…is…» Haylindel didn’t let her finish
«Yes.»
«But…shouldn’t that thing go down after the spell is done?»
asked Ja'Lana sitting next to the elf
«How…WHY? What’s the point of having…THAT?»
Haylindel sighed, trying to regain composure
«Remember when I told you that uromantic rituals have high rewards and even higher risks? I wasn’t exaggerating. There are quite a lot of rituals all capable of increasing your power…the only limitation is what you are willing to put on the line.»
Malina joined the two sitting next to Ja'Lana
«The ritual I tried to perform was, admittedly, a minor one and you can see the price I had to pay for a botched result. The doesn’t mean, however, that there aren’t other rituals, with more powerful restrictions…and effects.»
Haylindel rested her head on the wall
«The Mistress must have performed THE ritual.»
«Stop beating around the bush!» huffed Malina «What did she DO?»
«She performed the hardest and most dangerous uromantic ritual: she tied her LIFE to her bladder.»
Silence fell in the room
«The ritual she performed grants her immeasurable power and immortality…wait…no, immortality is not the right word here, eternal youth. Yes. That’s the one. She…the ritual allows her to steal the magic power and the essence of her victims by transferring their…“fluids” to her.»
Ja'Lana suppressed a retch
«That’s disgusting!» added the goblin «Why would anyone do that?»
Haylindel continued her explanation
«Well, not only the user becomes more powerful the fuller their bladder is but they also gain the years of life their victims would have naturally lived. That’s how she managed to survive this long…and why she looks so young. All those people…»
«Wait, isn’t this a good thing for us?» asked Ja'Lana «If we manage to make her lose control she will become powerless, that way we can…»
«No.» Haylindel interrupted her «You would be right if we were talking about someone young or still within the threshold of a normal lifespan. The Mistress has been doing this for years and now relies completely on the life force she steals. If she were to lose control she would die instantly. Which is why she must have taken all the precautions in this world to avoid that scenario.»
Haylindel massaged her temples
«Right now she is like a lich, a semi-immortal being that relies on…its…PHYLACTERY!»
her eyes lit up with hope and she sprung to her feet
«Maybe we have a chance at this! There is NO WAY she can hold that thing in with her willpower alone, not even a spell like the one I used on myself, or the seal I placed on Ja'Lana would be able to hold it back without at least constant searing pain. She must have some sort of…fetish… »
«Oh, she has a fetish, alright…» commented Malina
«I mean an OBJECT…or in this case, a container she can redirect all the pain and stress into, something that she can use as a backup if anything were to happen to her bladder.»
«WHAT exactly could happen to her bladder?» Malina looked at her confused
«Well, she may be a powerful, ageless mage but she is still mortal, even if she seals the…exit of her bladder, she is still vulnerable to attacks. Say someone hits her belly with a sword or an arrow, it’s still gonna get pierced and…well…“it” will come out of the hole. She needs a phylactery that can hold some backup power and life force, enough to hold a few liters in order to cast a mending spell and ensure she doesn’t just die on the spot…IF we could find it we would have the upper hand, we could use it as leverage or use it against her…»
«Good, that’s progress» cheered Ja'Lana «What does it look like?»
Haylindel took out a piece of parchment and drew a diamond on it. Then added four arrows that crossed its sides, all four pointing at a swirl in the middle of the seal
«I don’t know WHAT she is using but it must have this symbol painted, sewed or etched on it and can’t be too big, it’s probably a big jug or a water skin.»
Malina scratched her chin
«Why can’t it be big? Wouldn’t it make more sense to use a container as huge as possible?»
«Well…yes. But, despite what the common people think, magic has rules and limitations. These kind of seals need to be placed on both an object and on the user’s bladder and redirects whatever is affecting the big container to the smaller one»
She gestured at the drawing she made
«It’s really not that complex once you think about it, the square represents the smaller backup container and the arrows pointing at the swirl inside represent all the negative effects being redirected to it. This means that, if the Mistress’ bladder was smaller than the container used, then SHE would feel all the pain and pressure in its place.»
Malina’s ears perked up
«Wait! What would happen if we were to break off the part that has the seal and stick it on something definitely bigger than her, like a cauldron? After that we could fill it to the brim with water and she would be incapacitated by the pain and…I’m wrong aren’t I?»
«Oh you are not wrong but that wouldn’t work.» Haylindel stifled a giggle
«If you were to break the container and stick the seal to something else you would need to perform a lengthy ritual to bind the seal to it, which would also require the Mistress to be present, and I have the slight feeling that wouldn’t work out so well. That was good thinking, though, you sure you don’t want to join the college?»
Ja'Lana stood up and stretched
«Alright, we know what we are looking for, how do we proceed?»
«Well…» Haylindel bit her thumb «…we are hiding in an attic right above her laboratory…» she began pacing back and forth «…even if we are in a safe position and can move unnoticed, we don’t know the layout of the place nor the amount of security measures she has implemented… » she looked at her companions and sighed «…i’m afraid we need to risk it and just go in blind. One thing for sure is that the phylactery won’t be below us. It’s far too important to be left in a room that can potentially damage it. It’s most likely being stored in her chambers, possibly in a hidden safe. The question is: how do we look for it?»
«I have an idea.» chirped the goblin girl raising her hand «I’m small and fast, I can go down in the lab and have a quick look around and, if I find books, I’ll come to report, maybe we are lucky and the book you need is just sitting there. That way we won’t need to bother with finding leverage. If not…i can try looking in the nearby rooms.»
Haylindel begrudgingly nodded
«Fine, but before you go, seal Ja'Lana up, you never know.»
Malina obeyed then quietly climbed down into the now empty room.
The laboratory was surprisingly clean, despite its owner’s peculiar interests, beakers, potions, philters, everything was carefully cataloged and filed, unfortunately, the only book in the room was the Mistress’ journal, so Malina climbed back up to report.
«No luck, only book down there is her journal that catalogs all the victims she captured, when and where they were captured and the amount of “essence” they provided. She has been doing this for centuries, way before she joined the college, but she used to only drain one or two people every ten or so years to keep a low profile.»
Haylindel grumbled
«I don’t like this at all but we have no choice…Malina, are you SURE you are willing to explore this place?»
The goblin gleefully pinched her butt
«Don’t worry, you hired the Brotherhood and we are going to take care of this. We have a reputation to uphold, you know?» she pointed at the far end of the attic
«I’ll check that corridor out, I should be able to make my way around by climbing on the ceiling. You…well, you two stay hidden I’ll give you a shout if I’m in trouble.»
She approached the cracked floor, poked her head out and looked down both ends of the dark hallway then took off her boots, revealing her bare feet with stirrups underneath. She scrunched her toes and did a bit of stretching, then took a deep breath and dove trough the broken planks, all that Haylindel and Ja'Lana could hear now was the skittering of the tiny nails on the ceiling.
The place was deserted, sporadically lit by feeble candles that cast ample shadows for her small frame to hide in. Keeping a mental note of where the lab was she moved forward, sticking to turning right every time she found a splitting corridor.
Every now and then she would find wooden doors on either side of the hallway, most of them were open and contained ruined bedchambers, abandoned storage rooms with dilapidated furniture or simply debris.
The doors that were closed wouldn’t stay like that for long, as Malina would either pick the lock or spy from the huge keyholes. Those rooms, however, only contained food, raw materials and some of the many victims’ belongings, the last room was the icy room where the frozen bandits were stored, now with a menacing blob of water calmly sucking out every drop of essence for its mistress. She decided not to dally too much around that thing because, despite moving as quietly as she could, Malina couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been watching her since her second right turn, yet, every time she stopped to check her surroundings, she could see nothing out of the ordinary.
She continued moving forward until was back at her starting point and moved forward without even looking in that direction so to not give away her friends’ hiding spot, just in case.
This time she chose to go left at every fork.
More empty rooms, more debris, more dead ends.
A different door, clearly newer than the rest and well maintained, she approached it and placed her ear on it but couldn’t hear anything on the other side, she tried to peek from the keyhole and was ecstatic to see a fireplace and an armchair.
That was it!
She didn’t bother to try and open the door, instead she looked around and above it and smirked at the sight of a tiny crack in the wall above the door’s frame, nicely hidden in the shadows. She quickly skittered towards it.
The hole was small for an average human but she could fit in with some effort. She was about to get down when she noticed the figure sitting on the armchair, calmly flipping the pages of an old book.
It was hard to make out any detail about it but, thankfully, a convenient plume of fire brightened the room for a split second, revealing the book’s cover “Secret Dangers of Uromantic Rituals”.
That was probably the book Haylindel needed. But the sudden flash of light revealed something else:
a glass case covered in runes and containing a red water skin with a golden diamond etched on its side.
Her mission was complete, all she needed to do now was to get out of the hole, find a safe place and wait for the Mistress to fall asleep.
She gently pushed herself back…but she didn’t move an inch. She felt her plump ass being held in place by the stone around her, ironic since she was mocking Ja'Lana just a few days ago for the exact same reason.
Cursing herself under her breath she tried to shimmy her way out, trying to make as little noise as possible.
That’s when she heard them.
Giggles.
High pitched and muffled giggles coming from behind her
«Teehee… what did I tell you? She is stuck! Should we warn the Mistress?» said one tiny voice
«No, let’s have fun with her first» replied another, nearly identical voice
«She has been a good spy so far, we almost didn’t catch her sneaking around. How long do you think she will last?» asked the first one
«Let’s find out» concluded a third voice.
For a second there was only silence, then all three of the mysterious voices spoke in unison
«Coochie coochie lil’ spy…»
She felt something wet and cold race over her bare soles and she gritted her teeth.
«Tickle tickle, green soles»
She felt tiny claws scratching under her stirrups and she bit her lower lip.
«Kitchy kitchy, twinkle toes»
She felt slimy tongues go in between her toes and barely managed to stifle a giggle.
The three aggressors kept assaulting her feet, licking her soles, scratching her heels and sucking on her toes, by biting down her index finger, Malina managed to stay quiet but all the attentions on her feet were rapidly turning her on, and all she could do was wiggle her helpless toes.
«It’s not working, sisters» said the first voice «Maybe she isn’t ticklish?»
«Impossible » said the second voice «Look at how her toes are wiggling! Ana, go check what’s the problem.»
«What? Why me, Bea? I’m busy, her soles taste so good. Send Cassie, she is just standing there doing nothing!» said the first voice
«That’s not true! I’m enjoying the show and…oh FINE!» complained the third voice while something liquid and cold started sliding inside her stirrup and up her legs, deliberately tickling as much as it could while it passed. «But you will make up for this » the third voice continued her complaint «I was right about to…Oh…»
Malina’s eyes widened as the slimy puddle stopped.
At her pitifully damp crotch.
«Oh siiiisters? The skank is enjoying thiiiiis…» the puddle now known as Cassie didn’t even wait for her “sisters” to respond and converged on her aching clit and labia.
Malina never felt anything like this, it was like having her clit sucked by jelly while a malleable dildo made its way in and out her pussy, tickling every inch of her insides, all the while the other two mysterious attackers cranked the tickling up to eleven as now both her feet were being enveloped in a slimy tickly substance.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to pull herself out of that mess while biting down on on of her hands to keep quiet.
Then, as she started to feel her ass getting loose, the Cassie puddle began swirling around her clit, taking her by surprise and causing a high pitched «EEP!» to escape her lips.
Everything stopped as the figure resting on the armchair slowly stood up and snapped her fingers and the last thing Malina saw was a giant slime engulfing her.
«She doesn’t like this, Malina has been gone for too long…» Ja'Lana was pacing back and forth, biting her nails «What if she got caught? This one should go and check…»
Haylindel shushed her and whispered a concerned «Ja'Lana, LOOK!» while pointing at the cracked ceiling over the lab.
A small green body was being carted by the same watery blob to the same torture table that claimed the bandit woman’s life, quickly followed by the menacing robed figure of the Mistress and three floating beings, no bigger than canaries who quickly secured the goblin’s limbs and ripped her clothes to shreds using their sharp claws.
Her two friends watched in terror as the Mistress raised her hands, engulfing the tiny body in bright blue sparks, Malina came to with a scream
«AAAAAAAARGH! Wh...what the…oh fuck…» she finally realized where she was. Her gaze moved from the Mistress to the three floating creatures that accompanied her
«Which…which one of you is “Cassie”?» a fairy-like creature with a bowl cut that covered her eyes meekly raised her hand and muttered
«Uh…me?»
Malina glared at her then smirked
«I’ll remember that, just you waAAAAAAAAAAAH!» her banter was cut short by another shock as the Mistress cleared her throat
«I’m sorry, am I INTERRUPTING something? YOU, young lady, broke into my home in an attempt of, I presume, getting rid of me.» she held Malina’s shoulder pad sporting the Brotherhood’s sigil «I do want to know how your…associates…came to know about me. I’ve been very scrupulous about covering my tracks and I’m pretty sure that none of my victims ever made it out to tell the story.» she pointed at the cellar where the bandits were stored «You can’t be one of them, of that I’m sure, their leader would have spilled anything after what I did to her so, hear me and hear me WELL, because I’m going to ask this just ONE time» her tone changed drastically as a more powerful shock hit the goblin «WHO SENT YOU?».
Malina gritted her teeth, trying to maintain composure.
«Well…it’s a long story…» she caught a glimpse of an orange blur and a light blue blot in one of the cracks in the ceiling and quickly masked her head movement by looking all around the room «I wasn’t really hired to kill anyone. It was a weird contract but I was tasked with finding an artifact in this general area. I’ve been crawling in your base for a while now and…AAAAAAAAARGH!» the Mistress didn’t even flinch
«You expect me to believe that, you pathetic waste of oxygen? Fine, if you don’t want to talk I’ll just…»
one of the floating creatures creatures, this one sporting side bangs covering her right eye, gleefully raised her hand to intercede
«It’s true! It’s true! We saw her! We followed her around and she has just been rummaging in every store room she could find!» the Mistress smiled as she petted her tiny head
«Really now? You followed her for that long?» her smile faded as her grip strengthened «AND YOU DIDN’T THINK OF WARNING ME? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU PATHETIC ELEMENTAL REJECTS?!» the fairy was flung across the room and collapsed on the floor after hitting a wooden crate
«BEA!» shouted the other two as they flew to their sister
«Let this be a lesson, you shrimps! I made you and I can UN-make you as I see fit! You are supposed to guard this place and yet you let this…WHORE inside MY home!»
«HEY!» the bound goblin shouted back «Don’t blame those three! It’s not their fault if you didn’t follow the universal dungeon regulations!»
The hag looked at her in disbelief, her eye twitching
«What...the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!»
«It’s…it’s the fhiiiiiiiiiiiiiirst…»another shock hit her bound body as Malina tried to continue her “explanation” «…the first thing they teach you in dungeon delving 101: the important rooms are always on the right side of the map, that’s why it’s called the RIGHT side. If you had placed your bedroom on the right and always right, I would have stumbled upon you and you would have caught me but you had the BALLS to put it ALL THE WAYS TO THE LEFT AND ALWAYS LEFT! You can’t blaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!» the Mistress didn’t let her finish
«Fine, you want to be a smart-ass? You want to be FUNNY?»
«Oh…oh no…please…» Malina’s face fell, knowing full well where that was going
«Oh YES, yes indeed, let’s see how you like when I’M being funny, you don’t expect me to ignore when free essence is delivered directly into my home now, do you?»
Ja'Lana and Haylindel watched in horror as blue sparks formed around Malina’s feet, her tiny body tensing up as the tickly sensation made its way through. The goblin, however, didn’t laugh, she didn’t scream.
She smirked, looking directly at her torturess.
«Honey, I’m a DOMME, I do this shit every day. This isn’t torture, it’s Fredas evening for me! Is this all that you learned from that shitty old YELLOW book you left in your chambers? Also, I’ve never seen someone keep EMERGENCY BOOZE in a glass case! You must be nuHUHUHUHUHUUUts!» sparks formed around her breasts and sides and, this time, she laughed.
«Ticklish boobies, huh? Good to know…» the Mistress smiled evilly and charged another shock.
High above the lab, Haylindel and Ja'Lana could do nothing but watch as their friend was tortured, sparks teasing and tickling her sensitive chest and sides, shocks vibrating between her toes.
Ja'Lana couldn’t bare to keep looking at her friend like this, as Malina’s face was now permanently frozen in a look of despair, her eyes wide open, endlessly moving left…then up…then left…TWICE.
She understood.
Ja'Lana grabbed Haylindel and dragged her away from the hole
«It’s a code! Malina just told us where the thing is!» the Khajiit pointed at the crack leading to the corridor
«From there, all to the left, there must be her chambers! And the last thing she said? “Emergency BOOZE”?»
Haylindel’s eyes lit up
«THE PHYLACTERY! We need to reach that place as soon as po…»
«NO WAIT NOHOHOHOHO!» Malina’s screams interrupted her mid sentence «DON’T TICKLE THEHEHEHEHERE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T HOHOHOLD IT!»
Haylindel raced back to their vantage point, only to see small yellow droplets forming around Malina’s crotch
«NO! It’s too late!» the elf cried «She is almost losing control, if we go get the phylactery we won’t make it back in time and…» she looked at Ja'Lana that was now crying and something snapped inside the elf’s mind «I know what to do, come here.» she bared Ja'Lana’s chest and hastily painted another sigil on her abdomen, a diamond shape with four arrows pointing at a swirl then painted the same thing on her corset «I’m going to need you to bare this with me. YOU will go grab that fucking thing while I hold her off. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, this WILL be painful as you will feel EVERYTHING I feel, but it’s the only way.»
she walked over the part of the attic overseeing the cold storage
«Wait for me to start the distraction, then run for that stupid bedroom and bring me that phylactery!»
she smashed the planks with a lightning bolt and shot another one at the reinforced door, sending shards of wood and metal flying everywhere, at the same time, Ja'Lana sprinted down the corridor.
The Mistress turned around just in time to deflect the bulk of shards heading her way then laughed
«I KNEW she wasn’t alone! I admit, I was expecting you to come out sooner, I guess you enjoyed watching her suffer?»
Haylindel answered by shooting three quick bolts at her, the first two were deflected but the last one hit the Mistress square on her bulging belly
«You disrespectful little bitch! How dare you…» she caught a glimpse of Haylindel’s bladder inflating and deflating «Oh? Don’t tell me you found the notes I left at the college. My my, so there was someone stupid enough to actually perform that shitty ritual? You realize that you could never perform it correctly, right? I cursed that ritual myself and left it there on purpose to fuck with overly eager students like you!» she smiled looking at the bound goblin and giving her another shock «Then I already know what you were looking for, little bitch. You want my book. You want to know how to fix yourself…you want to get rid of those annoying ssssssssssssssssside effectssssssssssssss I created.».
Haylindel couldn’t help but to cross her legs, the seal she placed on herself already pushing its limits trying to keep her bladder in check
«You three!» the Mistress glared at Ana, Bea and Cassie «Go to my chambers this instant! She is not alone! Take the slime with you and STOP WHOEVER IS IN THERE or I’ll send you back where you came from!» the fairies begrudgingly nodded and left alongside the slime.
Another bolt grazed the hag’s face as she laughed again
«You really want to fight me, elf? You think you can beat me when I know your weakness?» she taunted looking at the now bloated Haylindel «Look at that bladder of yours!» she shot a magic bolt at her feet, causing the Haylindel to jump to the side «I bet there is an ocean swirling inside it! How long do you think you can hold it? Five minutessssss? TEN minutessssssss?» Haylindel winched again as her belly inflated more and another bolt flew towards her opponent, missing miserably.
The Mistress, however, didn’t miss and a crackling white bolt struck Haylindel’s stomach.
It felt like thousands of fingers were tickling her bladder inside and out which caused her to fall on her knees and shove a hand between her legs. She tried to form a magic shield with her free hand, but only managed to block direct hits to her belly, meanwhile the Mistress bombarded her with tickling bolts, hitting her everywhere else, each sending ticklish shocks to the her poor aching bladder.
The Mistress was now laughing even harder at her opponent’s pathetic attempts to fight back, easily dodging her weakening blasts and alternating between throwing potshots at Haylindel and shocking Malina’s bound body.
Despite each shock making her more aroused, Malina was cheering her friend as best as she could
«YOUHUHUHUHU CAN DOHOHOHO IIIIT! I believ…..FUUUUCK! I BELIEVE IN YOUHUHUHHUHUH…HAHAHAHAYYYY…»
Malina’s eyes widened as a big spark formed around her crotch
«WAIT NOHOHOH! HAY! STOHOHOHP HEHEHER!»
The Mistress turned to face the bound goblin
«Oh? Is something the matter?» she didn’t even bother dodging Haylindel’s next bolt that shamefully hit the ceiling
«Don’t be so rude, elf, I’m talking to your friend here why don’t you ssssssssssssssit and sssssssssssssstay put for a moment?» Haylindel couldn’t help but spurt a bit while collapsing to the ground in agony
«Now then.» the Mistress approached Malina «What was that about? Is the little whore about to cream herself? Would that make it difficult to hold it? Let’s see if I can help you with that…»
on Ja'Lana’s side, a few minutes earlier
It took Ja'Lana less than a minute to reach the door to the Mistress’ bedroom and kick it open. Judging by how much her bladder was inflating and how strong she felt the need to go, the battle must have already begun.
And Haylindel was losing.
The bulging Khajiit darted for the ornate bookcase and started rummaging through the tomes, all the while crossing her legs and biting her lip
«Come on! Come on! Where is that…AH! There it is!» she bagged the runic tome then shifted her attention to the glass case, gently tapping the glass with her dagger. Nothing happened. She slid her blade under the glass and lifted it slowly. Nothing, again. She threw the glass on the floor and grabbed the engraved water skin.
«HOLD IT RIGHT THERE…you…fuzzy intruder!»
The three water fairies had reached the room, together with the guardian slime
«Put that thing back and…uh…SURRENDER» commanded Cassie «If you won’t then this slime will capture you!» she didn’t sound convinced at all.
Ja'Lana looked at them, then at the slime getting ready to jump her, then back at the fairies.
«You…don’t seem to like that woman very much.»
silence
«This one saw what she did to you, Bea, right? Are you feeling ok?»
«It DID hurt but…i’m fine…thanks…» mumbled Bea «This doesn’t change the fact that you need to come with us to the Mistress to be harvested. You…»
Bea stopped mid sentence seeing Ja'Lana bending in half from the pain
«What…what is happening to you?» asked Ana, concerned
«This one…this one can’t surrender. Her friend needs her…you…» another surge of pressure made her wince «…Gods dammit, Haylindel, didn’t they teach you how to dodge at the college?…» she murmured while pulling herself together
«This one can see you don’t like the Mistress, there must be a way to help each other here. She could…WHAT?»
thanks to the surges of desperation she was sharing with Haylindel, she didn’t notice the slime crawling under her until it had already swallowed her feet up to the ankle. The gelatinous form seeping into her boots was now happily teasing and tickling her feet
«Uh…HEHE…NO! Not fahahahir! Leave her paws alohohone!»
The slime started rising, tickling higher and higher until it reached the underside of her belly, tickling her in an attempt of making her lose her balance.
«NO! NOT THEHEHERE! HEHEHELP!» the fairies watched as she started to panic and fell on her back, the slime quickly engulfing her and beginning to dissolve her clothes.
Instinctively Ja'Lana used her hand to cover the still fresh seal that was linking her to Haylindel, she wasn’t a mage but she had the feeling that washing that thing away would be bad for her friend
«PLEASE! Don’t stand there, help her!»
Bea looked at her sisters and they all shook their heads
«We can’t help you…just…let go of that thing and…»
«NEHEHEHEVER! She won’t let her friend die! Shehehehehe…shehehehe will…HMPH!»
her speech was cut short as the slime now completely engulfed her, the only thing still sticking out was her outstretched arm holding the water skin.
Ja'Lana was laying there, naked, desperately holding her breath while the slime was having its way with her immobile body, as countless water tendrils were tickling her sides and enlarged belly, invisible fingers were scratching the soft pads under her paws and slippery tongues were making their way around her crotch, devilishly licking her rapidly swelling clit.
«This is it» she thought «This is how her story ends…tickled to orgasm underwater…by a slime…what a stupid death…» as her consciousness faded, she could see Ana frantically pointing at the water skin, shouting something at her, Bea was crying and Cassie…Cassie tackled her arm making her lose her grip.
She closed her eyes as the phylactery fell on the slime, she waited, expecting to fade away silently.
Suddenly, air rushed in her lungs as the slime holding her exploded as soon as it came in contact with the water skin.
«HACH! COUGH! Huff…what…what was that?» asked the confused Khajiit trying to get back on her feet «Did you do it? You said you wouldn’t help me…»
Ana fluttered in front of her
«No, we said we COULDN’T help you…we…we agree with you. The Mistress summoned us two hundred years ago to serve her and…well, she has been a bitch to us ever since. The slime exploded because she put a sort of safety on her phylactery. If any of the creatures she has summoned tries to touch it, they explode.»
Bea took over
«Even if you have that thing… » she paused as Ja'Lana shoved a hand between her legs, her belly inflating even more «…your friend won’t win. Sooner or later your bladder will give in, your makeshift seal will break and your friend will have to take the blunt of it once more.»
Cassie sat on Ja'Lana’s shoulder
«We know what the Mistress left at the college. It was a cruel thing to do but there is nothing you girls can do to stop her…it’s a pity, you looked so nice…»
«What if…» Ja'Lana tried to get back up as another fit of pain ran trough her «…what if this one breaks the damned thing? If her seal breaks, Haylindel will feel everything…it…GODS…it should be the same for that whore…» the fairies looked at each other
«Well…yes. But still, your friend is too weak now and the Mistress won’t lose any power if you do that, she will just kill you all and make a new one…and probably make new helpers too…»
Ja'Lana painfully raised back up
«Does the mistress…» she suppressed some giggles as she was now feeling the effect of the tickle bolts hitting Haylindel «…doehehes she have a plugghihihing sigil? The one thahahat…gods dammit whahahat is with mahahages and thihihckling?» she mustered all the strength she had
«DOES SHE HAVE THAT THING THAT PREVENTS THE PISS FROM COMING OUT?»
The sprites looked perplexed and started to mutter to each other
«Did she put that on too?» asked Bea
Ana looked at Cassie
«Dunno, I think she did…did she forget? Didn’t you take a close look at her crotch and belly yesterday? When she was asleep on the armchair?»
Cassie blushed
«I did…i didn’t say anything because I thought she would get mad but…there is no such thing on her body…I…I even tried to tickle her bellybutton and a tiny spurt came out. It was blocked by other minor seals immediately after but…yeah, she doesn’t have that one. I actually know why…»
Ja'Lana and the two sprites looked at Cassie confused
«Well…she…i saw her…she likes to pee. She keeps the phylactery close to her, then she pees until her bladder is empty and then she puts it back in…it’s gross and weird but I think…i think she gets off on that…»
Silence filled the room for a few seconds, up until Ja'Lana or better, Haylindel, was hit with the barrage of tickling bolts, causing the Khajiit to jump around the room, laughing like a maniac, as some drops started to escape her.
There was no time left.
She looked at the phylactery, still laughing, then back at the fairies
«Thihihis one…this one has an idea so sthuhuahahapid…so stupid it might just wohohohrk!»
She bared one of her claws and went for the glowing seal.
Meanwhile, back to Haylindel and Malina
Haylindel was still writhing on the floor, both hands clutched between her legs, while the Mistress was now paying full attention to the bound goblin in front of her
«So, my little green slut, was there something bothering you?» Malina rapidly shook her head, as much as she wanted to talk back to her, to make her snarky remarks, she couldn’t. She had to muster all the strength she had left to tune out the sparks that were now focusing exclusively on her genital area.
«You told me you were a domme, don’t tell me a mean girl like you can’t handle a few sparks on her coochie. Oh my…» she feigned surprise at the sight of the goblin’s erect clit «What’s this now? Why, it seems mr. clitty wants some attention. Good thing I invited mrs. hummers.» she pulled out a long purple gem from her pocket. One of the runes that spanned its entire length started to glow, causing the crystal to lightly hum and vibrate and Malina’s eyes to widen in fear.
The Mistress playfully hovered the crystal over Malina’s nipple, causing it to stiffen, she traced all the way to her other nipple and circled it, then slid the crystal down her tiny body, being extra careful to circle around the goblin’s now bulging belly.
Malina tried to close her legs but her bindings were too tight. She clenched her fists as the humming gem caressed her belly. She bit her lip when it approached her aching clit.
She wanted to focus, to blot out those feelings but, despite all that, she wanted it. She wanted that orgasm, knowing full well what would happen afterwards. As the gem pressed on her mound, the Mistress touched the crystal’s second rune, giving the gem a pulsating effect
«Mmmh…no…st…stop…» she tried to protest
«What’s wrong dear?» the Mistress’ voice was eerily sweet and calming «Don’t you like this? Doesn’t it feel good?» she touched the third rune and the gem’s vibrations intensified. She then proceeded to insert the gem in Malina’s moist cavity
«NO! MMMMMMMH…NOT LIKE THIS! Don’t make me cuaaaah...no! If I cum…if I… »
«What happens if you cum?» her tormentor giggled «Is it going to be so much more difficult for you to hold it?» she began sliding the crystal in and out «Will a pesky orgasm make you lose control of your body?» Malina nodded in tears as the Mistress added a twisting motion to the gem
«Then let the Mistress help you feel great. One. Last. Time.» she moved her thumb over to the last rune
«Goodbye little slut. Have a nice last org…»
She suddenly let go of the crystal that was then free to hum itself out of Malina’s body, the Mistress’ eyes shot wide open as sheer panic coursed trough her.
She looked at Haylindel but she was still recovering from her fight, and yet, she could feel it. Her belly was churning. Her insides were being compressed like they were in a vise. Her bladder was spasming.
«No! Who is…WHO IS DOING THIS?» she had to grab the torture rack to avoid falling on her knees
«SHOW YOURSELF! I COMMAND YOUHUHUHU! WHAHAHAT? WHAT’S HAPPEHEHEHENIHIHIHIHNG?»
Suddenly the door leading to the hallway was kicked open and out emerged a naked, bulging and utterly pissed off Khajiit that, to the Mistress’ horror, was holding the enchanted water skin, tickling its underside with her sharp claws.
«Step. Away. From. Her. FRIEND!» Ja'Lana grabbed the phylactery with bot hands and twisted it. The hag’s bladder did the same as she collapsed on the ground, urine spurting out of her.
«HOW? How are you doing this? You can’t be from the college! You can’t be a better mage than ME!» she managed to get back up, her legs still shaking «There…there is no way. You…you can’t have performed a counter ritual…you…» she finally managed to focus on the sigil on the water skin. She finally saw what had happened.
She saw the arrows on that seal. Each one of them was now pointing in both directions
«You…how did you know to do that? NOT EVEN MY MINIONS KNOW THAT!»
Ja'Lana smirked as she squeezed and tickled the phylactery some more, causing the Mistress to roll on the floor again, her belly deflating even more
«Oh it was just luck. This one just thought “if the seal sends the feelings in the direction of the arrows, maybe she can add more arrows”. And, wouldn’t you know it, IT WORKED! Now, STEP. ASIDE!»
The Mistress rose to her feet once more, her hands sparking with magic
«Don’t…don’t you dare do anything like that again! Now pass me that thing. SLOWLY! Or else I’ll kill the goblin slut. I’m serious! I will…»
She moved her electrically charged hand where she remembered Malina’s body to be.
Nothing was there.
She slowly turned her head and was horrified to see the torture rack completely empty.
«You know… » a chirpy voice chimed in from behind her «It’s like I always say. Never take your eyes away from a goblin if you care for your valuables, BITCH!» a powerful kick struck her behind her knee, forcing her to fall forward and onto the torture rack
«OUCH! How…where…when…HOW?» she tried to cast a spell but an azure blur hit her hand with the strength of a bullet, slamming it down and locking her arm on the rack. Her other hand quickly followed suit.
The fearsome Mistress was now immobilized, snarling at the three intruders and at the three traitors floating around Malina’s head.
«YOU THREE! I should have sent you back to the depths of Oblivion! You fucking…GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!»
Ja'Lana interrupted her tirade by tickling the water skin with even more malice as the three water sprites giggled in unison.
«You should have treated us better, that’s what you should have done!» commented Ana
«Yeah, you summoned HELPERS not SLAVES!» echoed Bea
«YEAH, FUCK YOU!» concluded Cassie.
The Mistress realized quickly she was losing, she was immobilized and had already lost a few years worth of life thanks to that meddling cat. Trying to hide her panic she began to bargain
«Now…let’s be reasonable…we…uh…started on the wrong foot…maybe we can just…forget this all? I’ll even help you get rid of that curse. I swear…what are you doing? WAIT!» the fairies nonchalantly began removing her boots and tearing her robes open with their claws.
«W…wait…it doesn’t have to come to this…» Malina started cracking her knuckles, Haylindel created crackling sparks between her hands and Ja'Lana devilishly wiggled her tail closer and closer to the phylactery’s bottom
«NO! You NEED me! If you kill me now you will NEVER remove that curse!» two small blue heads popped up from under her armpits while a third popped up between her breasts
«That’s not true.» chirped Ana
«Yeah, WE know how to do that too. We have been with you for two hundred years after all.» confirmed Bea
«Girls… please! Allie, Baby, don’t let them do this to me!»
Everything stopped, the fairies scowled at her.
«What did you say? What did you call us?»
«A…Allie and Baby?»
«YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW OUR NAMES?! TWO HUNDRED YEARS AND YOU DON’T KNOW OUR FUCKING NAMES?» Cassie simply exploded
«Of course I do…uh…Denise? Isn’t that your naHAHAHAHA! No! DON’T TIHIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHEHE!» Ana and Bea started tickling her hairy armpits while Cassie traced her little claws around her nipples.
«Do you mind if I join in, girls?» Malina approached the bound feet wiggling her fingers.
«WAIT! I MIND! I MIHIHIHIHIHIND! NOHOHOHO!»
Ja'Lana smirked feigning ignorance
«She wonders what will happen if her tail touches this water skin…»
the Mistress’ laughter skyrocketed as the fluffy tail connected with her phylactery
«NOT THE TAIL! NOT THERE! NOHOHOHOHO! STOP IHIHIHIT!»
Her tormentors relentlessly tickled her for what seemed to be an eternity.
Malina’s claws ravaged her soles, Ja'Lana kept adding pressure on her bladder, being very careful not to push her too far in order to prolong her long overdue suffering, finally, the three fairies were having their was on her upper body with Cassie eagerly jerking and licking her now fully erect nipples.
Each passing moment she could feel more of her pee slipping away
«I don’t know about you» taunted Malina «But I don’t think it’s only pee flowing from between her legs. Oh by the Gods! SHE IS BLUSHING! Do you like being tickled like this? Oh then you are going to LOVE this!»
The tormented had braced herself between fits of laughter, fearing the worst to happen.
But nothing happened.
The fairies stopped tickling and teasing her, Ja'Lana stopped squeezing the phylactery and Malina…
Malina was now standing on the table, her minute physique looming over the bound woman who was trying desperately to catch her breath and while keeping her bladder in check.
«Huff…Huff…what…you…you stopped? Am I…am I free to go?» she looked at the goblin with begging eyes. Malina just smirked and pointed at something behind her.
It was Haylindel slowly cupping her hands around the Mistress’ ears.
Ja'Lana whistled to get her attention and, when the hag looked at her, she unplugged the water skin and emptied it on the ground, breaking the seal in the process.
At the same time, the horrifying sound of rivers and running water invaded her ears as Haylindel finished casting her dreadful illusion spell.
The Mistress shook her head, begging to be let go as she mustered all the willpower she had left to not wet herself right then and there.
«PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS! I’M SORRY! I WON’T KILL ANYONE ANYMORE! I’LL JUST…»
Malina covered her mouth with her big toe, cutting her off mid sentence.
Then smiled and opened her hand to reveal a glimmering purple crystal.
«NO! You WOULDN’T! YOU CAN’T!»
The goblin turned her back to her, comfortably sat on her bulging belly causing another spurt to escape.
«PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!»
«Oh what’s the matter?» Malina giggled «Is the bad bitch afraid of mrs. hummers?» she touched the fourth last rune «Let mommy help you feel great. One. Last. Time.»
she shoved the vibrating crystal deep inside the aching pussy, making sure to press it against her bladder as much as possible and using her free hand to vehemently stroke her clit.
At the same time, Ja'Lana started licking the bound feet with her raspy tongue while Ana, Bea and Cassie assaulted the Mistress’ bulging belly and Haylindel turned the sound of rivers into raging waterfalls.
Her laughter filled the entirety of the ruins, causing some ice spikes to fall from the ceiling.
«NOOOOO! NOT LIKE THIHIHIHIHIHS! HAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T END LIKE THIHIHIHIS! I AM THE MISTREHEHEHEHESS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAhahah…ahahhhh…» her laughter died as her bladder gave out. What once was a white haired beautiful woman was now rapidly turning to dust, leaving only mrs. hummers happily vibrating in a pile of white ash.
The three fairies scoffed at her remains and Cassie even spat on them
«Good riddance!» she added kicking a small mound of dust «Never in my life I’ve met a c*nt like her!»
Malina approached Cassie while at the same time sneakily pocketing mrs. hummers
«Are you ok, Cass?»
«Yeah, I’m fine…thanks.» she stifled a sob «you girls helped us big time. We won’t forget it.»
«Don’t mention it. By the way, since you probably have nothing else to do now, why don’t you come with us?»
The three sprites rejoiced at first then got sad again
«We would love that…but…» muttered Ana
«We need to help your friend first, we need to hurry! Quick!» Bea pointed at some materials in the lab
«What’s the rush?» Malina was confused «What’s with you three all of a sudd…OUCH!» Haylindel inexplicably ripped a few strands of hair from the goblin’s head «WHAT WAS THAT FOR, HAY?!»
«Shush, can’t talk. No time. Explain later.»
The elf quickly grabbed the three fairies and held them together with the lock of goblin hair.
Her eyes glowed white as she mumbled words incomprehensible to Ja'Lana and Malina. Shortly after she shouted
«BIND!» and a warm light filled the room.
Ana, Bea and Cassie looked at each other then cries of joy filled the ruins
«You didn’t have to do that for us!» cried Ana
«How can we thank you? This is too much!» echoed Bea
«I LOVE YOU BIG SISTER ELF!» shouted Cassie.
Malina cleared her throat
«Ahem. Could someone please tell us mortals WHAT IN OBLIVION WAS THAT?»
Cassie glomped the goblin’s cheek, laughing like crazy
«IT MEANS WE CAN STAY! WE CAN COME WITH YOU!»
Haylindel giggled
«Let me explain. You see, with the Mistress dead, her spell would have started to fade away. ALL of her spells.»
Malina gasped
«You mean…»
«Sadly, yes, if I hadn’t performed this spell quickly, the magic keeping these three alive would have disappeared. I…didn’t have time to explain…or to think this trough…so…congratulations Malina, you are the proud owner of three water sprites now…well…you can consider them assistants. The spell I used was more powerful and…took quite the toll on me.» she gestured at her belly, so inflated that looked like she was about to give birth to an elephant. «However, I bound them to this realm using you as an anchor.»
Ja'Lana looked at Bea, confused
«Could someone translate for the non mages?»
«It means that now we can stay even if something happens to you girls…not that we would want that! We will make sure to protect you!»
«That’s…all so nice to hear but…» Haylindel started to visibly cross her legs as the swirly sigil disappeared from both her and Ja'Lana’s bellies «I think that ALL of us need to take care of something rather…URGENT.»
Cassie blushed
«Oh…right, the lavatory is over th…» she couldn’t finish her sentence as Haylindel just let loose on the floor, crossing her eyes in pleasure as if she had never peed in her entire life.
Shortly after a deep hissing noise could be heard from behind a barrel followed by a high pitched «AAAAAAH!».
Ja'Lana was the only one left standing, biting her lip at the sight of the two girls relieving themselves. Her eyes twitched towards her goblin friend
«M…Malinaaaa? Aren’t you FORGETTING SOMETHING?»
a giggle could be heard from behind the barrel followed by
«Unseal»
the Khajiit rushed for the door Cassie was pointing at but, before she could take a single step she heard the dreaded
«Reeeelease!» coming from behind the barrel.
She cursed under her breath as her bladder emptied herself in the middle of the room.
«You know she will make you pay for it, right?» muttered the angry cat cleaning herself with a piece of cloth.
«Mh-hm» Malina nodded smugly
«You also know that now she has more friends to help her doing that, right?»
«Mh-hm…hhhmmm» Malina closed her eyes as she splashed some cool water on her genitals
«You are looking forward to it, aren’t you?»
«Fuck yes I’m looking forward to it.»
Ja'Lana hugged her from behind
«Don’t you ever make her worry like this again.»
Malina kissed her cheek
«I won’t.»
They found some clean clothes for everyone then finally went to sleep in one of the empty rooms.
The next morning they were woken up by their three new friends bringing in breakfast, after that Haylindel used the materials in the laboratory to begin her preparations.
«How long will it take to get rid of that curse?» Malina approached her chewing on a piece of meat
«I…» Haylindel’s eyes glowed again, her hands tracing symbols and runes on her belly.
A bright flash engulfed the room and almost blinded the goblin
«…I think I’m done. Well…done-ish. That fucking whore was lying, the curse can’t be lifted. Not completely at least.»
Malina’s ears drooped down
«You mean that after all this…you still can’t hear the “p word” without wetting yourself?»
Haylindel sighed
«Afraid so. However, I managed to unbind my magika from my bladder so, even if I piss myself…» the sound of liquid hitting the stone filled the room «I…should be fine…» she paused as a rush of pleasure pervaded her «not good…I’m afraid I’m starting to like this… I’m turning into a freak…but still, at least now I can fight without worrying about my bladder again.»
She looked at Malina and Ja'Lana that had now entered the room
«I must thank you girls, you provided all the services I paid for and more. So, as thanks, you can come and crash here whenever you like. Just the two of you tho, got it?»
Ja'Lana finished munching on a fish
«You are staying here? This one thought you would go back to Winterhold, aren’t all your friends still there?»
The elf laughed hard
«Sis’, fuck Winterhold and fuck my “friends”! You two have been more friendly to me in a week than those assholes have been in years. I’ll make myself at home, there are a lot of books and tomes here, maybe in a few months I’ll be able to completely nullify the effects of that ritual. In the meantime…» she hugged both of them «I’ll make a special room for you two for whenever you want “privacy”. I can imagine you can’t get a lot of that at your sanctuary.»
Both of them awkwardly laughed
«Oh we are not…this one...she isn’t even sure she…you know…»
«Right, Ja'Lana is still a bit confused about all this…»
Haylindel raised an eyebrow
«Really? Oh…well I’m sorry…i just thought…that you…you know…were on the other side…with your name and everything…if that’s not the case may I ask why you are using a male name?»
Ja'Lana spat out the wine she was drinking
«A WHAT?!»
Haylindel was even more confused now
«Your name “Ja'Lana” has the prefix “Ja” and that is used by young-adult…Khajiit boys…I never said anything because I thought… the fact that you kept using “she” was confusing tho…»
Ja'Lana fell on a chair, shocked.
«All this time…she had…a male name? She must have looked so stupid! That’s why all those who hired her…they all looked at her in that weird way…»
Malina approached her and put her hand on her shoulder
«Lana…i don’t understand, didn’t your parents tell you about…names?»
Ja'Lana ears dropped
«She…never met them. She was but a kitten when her caravan was…she only had this wooden amulet they left to her…and it only said “Lana”. When she heard other khajiit being named they always had a prefix so…so she picked one that she felt was cool…»
Malina hugged her tightly
«Well, I don’t care about your name. Your name doesn’t define you! You aren’t a boy, you are a woman! A big strong kitty woman!»
Ja'Lana couldn’t help but giggle and hugged Malina back
«Yes, she is a strong kitten. She is the STRONGEST PUSSY AROUND!»
the goblin laughed and suddenly felt tiny slimy hands on her hair.
Ana, Bea and Cassie snuck behind them and joined their hug, quickly followed by Haylindel
«Oh yeah.» commented Malina
«Group hug. Happy ending.»
they stayed like this for a few minutes, then Haylindel broke the silence
«So…about that room…should we?»
Malina and Ja'Lana answered in unison
«Fuck yes.»
They didn’t get much sleep in the following days, then they finally went back to report to Astrid.
Little did they know, however, that their peace would soon be disrupted
To be continued in:
Ja'Lana and the vigilant of Stendarr
Edited February 3, 2021 by spoilerman
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I basically got the idea from the game of musical chairs and I thought it would be funny to do that with toilets. Originally I thought it was going to be at a party itself where you have a bunch of people who are holding it and not getting to go to the bathroom, but then I thought it made more sense to put it in sort of a public situation that it took a totally different path from there, but I am pretty happy with how it turned out and I hope that you will enjoy it as well. Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/4403.html
Musical Toilet Seats
Jill, Angela and Clarissa all had been traveling for a long time and all had been drinking quite a bit and their bladders were all getting rather full.
"I think that we should pull over the next rest stop as I'm totally bursting!" Jill said.
"I knew I shouldn't have drank all those sodas, but I thought that we would have rest stops more frequently," Angela said as they pulled into the rest stop. "Luckily it looks like it's not very crowded, so hopefully there won't be such a long wait for the toilets."
The three of them all went racing towards the ladies room to find two stalls available but both were both occupied.
"Dammit I really have to go!" Jill shouted. "The only good thing about this whole situation is it's fun watching you to squirm as well!"
"Yeah the same is true for me," Angela said as she laughed. "There is nothing more fun than seeing two women squirming out of their minds and ready to explode!"
"Hey you guys want to play a game, a high-stakes game?" Clarissa asked as an evil smile grew upon her face.
"What do you mean a high-stakes game?" Jill said as the three of them stood there with their legs crossed leaning against the wall waiting for the toilets to become available, all visibly squirming and shifting legs.
"Look I think that we all enjoy seeing each other desperate, and we all would really like to pee at the moment, but why don't we play a game where one of us doesn't get to go to the bathroom," Clarissa said with that same evil smile.
"But what type of game can we play in a public restroom like this?" Jill said as she crossed her legs and uncrossed them. "I don't know if I really want to play a game right now, as much as I like watching you squirm, I really do have to go to the bathroom, like super bad."
"I know my bladder is just about ready to explode," Clarissa said as she put all of her pressure on her heel and bit her upper lip.
As Jill watched Clarissa clearly in agony evil thoughts began to infiltrate her brain. At the same time though she felt that her bladder was getting overly full.
"But what is this game, just hurry up and tell us, because as soon as that bathroom opens I am going to piss up a storm!" Angela said as she leaned against the wall with her legs tightly crossed.
"Well have you ever heard of the game of musical chairs?" Clarissa asked.
"Yeah I've heard of the game musical chairs, I don't get what that has to do with the game that we can play in a public bathroom though," Jill said as she scratched her head and flipped her hair.
"I suggest that we play some type of variation on that game called musical toilet seats!" Clarissa said as she laughed.
Angela and Jill looked at each other before looking back at her. "Musical toilet seats?!" they said simultaneously.
Clarissa nodded. "Yeah, in the game musical chairs we all play music and then when the music stops we all try to sit down, except there aren't enough seats for everyone. The way I see it there are only two toilet seats and three asses and three very full bladders. So I suggest as soon as the stalls become available I start playing some music on my playlist and then when the music stops we all make a race for the the available stalls."
"What happens to the person who is last?" Jill asked suddenly feeling nervous at the implications of the game.
Clarissa smiled. "They don't get to go."
"At all?" Angela asked as she hopped from foot to foot.
"How about until the next rest stop, which looks like it's about at least an hour away from here," Clarissa said as she looked at her phone's GPS.
"An hour?!" Jill shouted as she looked at Angela who looked equally distressed.
"Of course if you are too chicken and don't want to play the game I fully understand," Clarissa said as she grabbed herself and gritted her teeth. They could both tell that it looked like she had to go really really bad. They all had to go but it looked like she had to go worst of all.
"I don't know, an hour's a long time to go when you are already bursting," Jill said.
"Well of course if you don't want to," Clarissa said as she tightly crossed her legs and bent at the knees and started breathing in heavily while trying to flap her arms like a chicken. Jill had to admit that she looked really attractive and was clearly very much in agony. Clarissa wasn't good at faking things and Jill could tell that she was going completely out of her mind. The thought of her being stuck like that for the next hour was incredibly enticing and hard to resist.
"I'm game if you are," Angela said looking at Jill, albeit with a look of apprehension and fear as her eyes looked like they were watering. Jill knew if she was the only one who backed down they would know how badly it was she needed to go to the bathroom, and the prospect of seeing Clarissa have to spend the next hour in the car in that state of such obvious desperation was too much to pass up.
"Okay fine I am in," Jill said as the three of them all shook on it.
The three of them stood there waiting as they hopped from foot to foot until the two women occupying the stalls in front of them had washed their hands and left the bathroom.
"Okay, so are we going to do this thing or aren't we?" Angela said as she looked longingly at the toilets like she could barely stand still.
Clarissa took out her phone and got up her playlist. "Okay I'm going to play the tune to all around the Mulberry Bush and when it stops then we all charge for the toilets, and the first two to get to the toilets get to go to the bathroom and the third one is out of luck!"
The three of them looked at each other nervously before nodding as Clarissa started playing the music as the three of them walked around in a circle. Finally the music stopped playing and the three of them began racing towards the toilet and much to Jill's horror Angela and Clarissa ran into the stalls and slammed the doors shut behind her as she ran up to them and began pounding on them.
"No!" Jill said as she pounded on the doors. "Guys I think I changed my mind."
"Sorry but you lost fair and square," Clarissa said as she let out a loud hissing burst of pee as Angela did likewise.
"I know, but I think I really really have to go," Jill said as she pounded on the stall doors. "Please, I was a good sport, just let me use the bathroom!"
"Sorry Jill, you lost," Angela said as Jill heard her rolling the toilet paper roll and then flushing the toilet as Clarissa did likewise.
"No come on, open up," Jill said as she pounded on the doors some more.
"We're not coming out until you leave the bathroom," Clarissa said.
"Come on guys this isn't fair," Jill said as she kept pounding on the stall doors. "I know that we were just having fun but I really do have to go."
"Sorry you agreed, and since you agreed those who agree don't get to pee!" Clarissa said. "We are waiting, and until you go back to the car and send me a picture of you in the car with your phone I am not going to come out of this bathroom."
"But you can't just stay in there forever!" Jill said.
"We could lock the stalls from the inside and then crawl out from underneath so that there is no way for her to get in," Angela said.
"Oh come on now, that's just being mean and inconsiderate to everyone who comes after us needing the toilet," Jill said as she danced outside of the stalls.
"Well if you don't want to inconvenience everybody who comes to this rest stop then I think that you had better get to the car and take that picture," Clarissa said.
Jill was furious but she decided to run out of the bathroom, got in the back of the car and took a picture of herself. She sat there nervously in the back of the car until she saw Clarissa and Angela walking casually towards the car with big smiles on their faces.
"I'll drive, I am feeling a lot better now," Angela said as she got in the drivers seat.
"I'll sit back here with Jill for moral support," Clarissa said as she got in the back seat next to Jill.
"Moral support my ass, you just want to see me uncomfortable!" Jill shouted.
"Just like you wanted to see us uncomfortable, but unfortunately you lost, so now you're going to have to sit on it, and hopefully that won't involve sitting in a very wet car seat," Clarissa said as she began bouncing up and down on the seat.
"Stop, let's just get going," Jill said as Angela very slowly, deliberately slowly, started up the car and got back on the highway.
"Don't worry it looks like there isn't that much traffic," Clarissa said as she looked at her phone. "I am sure that we will be at the next rest stop sooner than you think."
Jill sat there in the back of the car with her legs tightly crossed and her nails digging into the seat shaking her feet in agitation. She couldn't believe that she agreed to play this idiotic game, the only thing more idiotic than playing a game like that in the first place with the fact that she actually lost said game.
"Watch the bumps!" Jill said as she started grabbing herself. "I wish I had never agreed to play this stupid game."
"I can't wait until we get to the rest stop and play round two," Clarissa said.
"No, no round two, you guys both got to pee and when we get to that rest stop my ass is going right down on that toilet seat and I'm not going to wait for you to play a musical jingle to do so," Jill said as the car hit another speedbump causing her to whimper.
"Oh what I wouldn't give for a traffic jam right now," Clarissa said as she and Angela laughed.
After that the two of them didn't say very much, but Jill noticed that Angela was looking in the rearview mirror a lot more than she normally would and smiling.
"Do you have to shake the seat so much like that," Clarissa said.
"I can't help it," Jill said as she squirmed around in her seat. "I have to go so God damned bad!"
"Well how would you like it if I just kept shaking around and making lots of movement in the seat like that," Clarissa said as she started bouncing up and down.
"Hey if you don't want your car to get soaked you had better stop it right now!" Jill shouted as Clarissa stopped bouncing up and down to shake the seat around. As much as Clarissa was enjoying this she didn't want her car seat to get wet.
Finally they pulled up at the next rest stop and Jill practically was ready to bolt from her seat as Angela and Clarissa ran ahead of her and right into the ladies room and into the two empty stalls as they closed the doors behind them.
"You bitches, you open up right now!" Jill said as she pounded on the stall doors. "You already got to go an hour ago and I have been holding it in this entire trip!"
Clarissa began playing the Mulberry Bush tune from inside the stall as Jill continued to pound on the door.
"Let me in!" Jill shouted as she continued to pound on the doors as the sound of the toilets flushing drove her frantic.
An hour later they had arrived at their destination and Jill burst through the door and ran into the bathroom, slammed her ass down on the toilet seat and screamed at the top of her lungs as she began to let loose with a powerful stream of urine before coming out of the room causing everybody at the party to stare.
"What?" Jill said trying to hide her embarrassment. She couldn't believe that they locked her out of the bathroom a second time and that she somehow managed to survive all the way till the party.
"Well I'm glad that you managed to arrive here safely and everything while high and dry," Stacy said as Jill contemplated the fact that her panties did get a little bit wet this time around. "Anyway the party is about to start, have any of you ever played the game musical chairs?"
Angela and Clarissa simply looked at each other and started laughing as Jill fainted and fell backwards onto the couch.
"Was it something I said?" Stacy asked as Angela and Clarissa continued laughing. |
Here's a thread for stuff I write in 2021, since 2020 is long gone. Usually for bribes, commissions, or gifts.
Read at your own peril.
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[This one is a commission from the site admin, @Kyuu ]
‘Just one more hour…’
It had been a terrible day at work, for poor Blair. Seven people called in, the neighboring stores closed down, and their shift was too short to get a prolonged lunch break.
Not to mention it was below freezing outside, and the work uniform rejected any form of outerwear over the company sanctioned blazer and shirt… With tight, form-fitting khakis hugging every inch of Blair’s slender body.
‘One more hour, and I can finally…’
“I’m here, Blair.” a voice called, prompting a turn, a pout, and a frown from the worker.
“You’re here an Hour early, Shu.” Blair snapped, turning back towards the register. “It’s been hell today. There’s no help, there’s so many people, and...and..”
“It’s okay, calm down.” Shu answered, pacing over and giving Blair a gentle shoulder rub. “I love your hair today.”
Blair turned back with a half-smirk, running their hands through their wavy brown hair, and twirling their ponytail.
“Figured I should put it up today.” Blair answered, hopping from foot to foot. “But you gotta get out of here, or my Boss’ll flip. I can’t have anyone standing by my register chatting with me.”
“Something wrong, sweetie?” Shu called, before getting pushed away by the slender brunette.
“No, and if you don’t want to get bullied all the way back home, you’ll drop it.” Blair snapped, moving back to the register. “I haven’t been waiting for hours to get my break or anything. Keep it in your pants.”
A grin crossed Shu’s face, as he backed off from the bouncing worker, and decided to pay a visit to the in-store food joint…. Glancing over at the brunette as they worked….
Blair wasn’t much smaller than him in general, but Shu always considered himself the submissive one in their relationship. Blair was always barking orders, issuing commands, and bossing him around…..
So, Shu was definitely enjoying seeing Blair on the backfoot. Every few customers, Shu could see Blair crossing one leg over another, and bending slightly over the register.
“Mmm….No breaks, eh?” Shu called, as he placed his order…. Getting a large drink, and a sandwich. “Sounds like it’s time to have a little fun..”
Shu settled into a spot to eat his dinner as he watched Blair slowly start shifting and wriggling from afar, making sure to duck down when their gaze turned towards him.
‘Mmm… Blair looks so fun writhing around like that.’ Shu thought, feeling himself tense up. ‘I wonder how long it really has been..’
Blair had called him earlier to get a ride home from work due to the temperature, but Shu hadn’t expected to get a show with his taxi service. Normally, he just charged gas money when Blair got uppity, but this time….
‘I’ll enjoy this a bit more..’ he thought, glancing at the clock nearby. ‘Just forty five minutes Blair… Can you make it that long?’
It was another ten minutes before Shu finished his food, and the lines hadn’t quelled even a bit. A few workers had come to Blair’s aid, but they apparently couldn’t help with the staffing issues, as none of them seemed to stay for long. Shu decided to detour around some of the lanes so he could appreciate Blair from different angles….
One from the side, where he could see Blair shifting their hips back and forth… From the front, catching a firm glare, and a tensed scowl….He could have sworn Blair was biting their lip to try and get their mind off of the pressure, before Shu went behind the register and stared at Blair’s firm, tensed bottom through the khakis.
They weren’t a very flattering pair of pants, but Shu could still watch Blair wriggle back and forth, lowering a hand between their legs as time slowly, and steadily crept by.
“Nnnngh...F...fffffuck…” Blair groaned, starting to gently squeeze and rub at themself. “Fuck..how can we not have anyone until closing..”
Shu could feel his pants getting tighter as he listened to Blair pant and groan…. Watching as they rocked back and forth between customers…. Rubbing, and squeezing roughly.
There was only twenty minutes left… It was time for Shu to make his move.
A quick trip around the store, and lightly palming the drink from the restaurant, Shu eventually approached the lane of his love, grinning as Blair sneered.
“What do you need?” Blair hissed through clenched teeth, as Shu lifted his basket.
“Oh, just a few things..” He called. “Some Lemonade… A water hose… A Sprinkler.. And, these..”
Shu set a box of adult diapers on the counter, and Blair’s face went even colder than before, leering.
“Don’t even fucking think about it..” Blair snapped, a bright red appearing on their cheeks, as Shu gave a smug look back.
“Well, I think someone might need it.” He called, pulling the straw to his lips and slurping up the remnants of his soda, and rattled the ice.
“Agggh…F..Fuck..” Blair snapped, their whole body shaking in a full body quiver. “Fuck..Fuck..Don’t..don’t you…”
Shu could feel himself getting harder as he watched Blair bend completely at the knees and grab their crotch with both hands, groaning loudly and swearing softly.
“Problem?” Shu teased lightly. “Just ten more minutes, and you can…”
“Ssshhh…”
“I’m just teasing you.” Shu started. “It’s not like..”
Ssshhh..Ssssshhh..Shhhhhhsssshhhhhh
Shu’s eyes went wide as he stared at Blair’s figure, watching as the brunette quivered involuntarily, and a dark stain could be seen trickling down their inner thighs. Shu could feel his mouth go agape as an aggressive spray of desperate need forced it’s way through clenched hands, and strained muscles.
“Aaaaaahhhnnn.. Haaaaaaahhhhnnn…” Blair could only groan, face burning bright red, and eyes beginning to well up with tears. Shu felt his pants getting even tighter as he turned to look at several people walking his way, as he waved his arms away.
“This line’s closed!” He called, flicking off Blair’s light. “They’ve uh.. Gotta close! Scheduling, and..”
“Shu…” Blair uttered out softly. “I’m….going to the bathroom..”
“Ah… Yeah, yeah sur-” Shu started, before feeling himself being dragged along with Blair, who yelled something borderline coherent at what Shu could only presume was Blair’s replacement…..
As someone radioed for a cleaning lady, Shu felt himself being pulled into the family bathroom, unable to even sputter out a witty remark as Blair shut and locked the door.
“I...uh, I don’t have to go though..” Shu eventually remarked, as Blair suddenly pushed him against the wall with an aggressive kiss, running their hands around his neck.
“You’re a fucking asshole..” Blair groaned, as Shu felt hands sliding down his back. “Not content to just watch, but coming up to me and making me……”
“All you had to do was hold it.” Shu fired back with a smug grin. “Not my fault you couldn’t do that..”
Blair cut him another glare, before kneeling down and unfastening his belt, pulling out his tensed excitement and running their fingers over it.
“Of course you’re hard over this…” Blair snapped, as Shu felt the warm wetness of a tongue over his most sensitive part. “You’re such a creep, getting off to me pissing myself..”
“Mmmthh… Well, you know me..” Shu moaned, as he glanced downward. “You know, I’d really like it if you could show me...you know...”
“Hmmmthh…” Blair groaned into his cock’s head, running a hand down their own shirt. Truthfully, Shu had asked Blair about this kind of thing before, but he was constantly rebuffed on the advances. It was too weird, the cleanup was a bitch, it felt wrong, etc.
Once in a blue moon, he could get Blair to wait for a bit to go to the bathroom, but having witnessed an accident like this…
He wanted to be able to burn the image into his head for ages to come, as Blair’s hand went over the wet crotch of their khakis. Shu groaned softly as Blair pulled back off of his cock for a moment.
“Fine…. Just this once…” Blair called in the same curt, cold tone… Before unbuttoning the soaked pants, and pulling them down. Shu felt his cock practically spring up in excitement as he saw Blair’s tight blue boyshorts…Positively soaked from the top of the waistband, to the bottom, as even he could see Blair’s excitement attempting to free itself from their underwear.
“Still can’t believe you get off to this..” Blair quipped between breaths, constantly taking Shu’s member into their mouth and backing down… Wrapping his excitement in warm wetness for scant few moments at a time, and teasing it with a few tongue lashes under the base of the head. Shu could feel himself getting closer with every session, and every time Blair took him deeper and deeper into their mouth…..
Shu could feel his excitement twitching as Blair pulled off him once again, and groaned out another comment that made him practically jump in excitement.
“And I’ve got to walk out like this..” Blair snapped. “Everyone’s gonna see I...I wet myself.”
Shu barely had any time to internally process the thought, before Blair took him into their mouth one last time, Blair’s lips brushing up against his hips as he felt the telltale signs of release….
The building pressure, the relentless advance, and the pulsing of his cock. One of his hands pulled on Blair’s ponytail to signal he was about to spray, though what happened next took him by surprise…
The first sputter of release went into Blair’s mouth, but quickly his cock had left the brunette’s mouth still firing, as he then sprayed over Blair’s face…. And with a quick movement of the hands, he felt his cock pressed against his waist as it sprayed one last time….
All over his shirt, leaving an uncomfortably warm, wet, white mess on him.
“Agh...Blair you bitch..” He snapped, looking down at his shirt. “How dare you…”
“Serves you right.” Blair called, standing back up and buttoning their pants. “If i gotta walk out with wet pants, you have to walk out with a cummy shirt.”
Shu frowned, not amused as the brunette washed their face…. But, before he could protest any more, he felt Blair press against him… The pissed pants now long cold, but a certain something pressing against him warm and throbbing.
“I’m not done with you, either.” Blair whispered, theirself. “You’ll really get it when we get home.”
Shu shivered slightly, and mentally prepared himself to walk out into the store. (And hopefully, escape without being seen by anyone he knew).
He had certainly won a battle here, getting to see Blair finally dip into the world of omo, but he had a feeling he had a ways to go for the war on their romance.
“Heh...Bring it on, dear.” |
And here's a new commission, a continuation/finale of an old classic...
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“This is it, everybody! The finale of Saril’s Special Show!” A curvy, sensual woman in a business suit started. “Hold it! Omo-Idol!”
The woman flourished her arms, beckoning over the screen, as she twirled around.
“With us today, we have our lovely trio of contestants who struggled, strained, shifted and squirmed their way to the ends of this agonizingly long class…”
She gestured over to a trio of girls, the camera zooming in on each one in turn from top to bottom.
“First up, Maya Kamizono! Whose slender frame, and shy demeanor are keeping her from holding up her hand and asking.” Saril started, gesturing at a petite girl with short, black hair with a slender frame, a white school uniform top, and a blue sailor skirt….With the only eccentricity being the mask on the side of her head, looking like an Oni spirit.
“Umm…” she starts quietly, as Saril completely takes over.
“Next up, Winona! She’s a little teapot, short and stout. When she gets all steamed up, hear her shout.’Oh my lord it’s com~ ing~ out~!’”
“That’s not how the song goes..” the girl called, resting her hand on a face. She was another slender woman, with long teal hair and a gentle smile. Her dress draped over her whole body, showing the gentle curves of a refined, dignified lady..
“And lastly..” Saril called, panning the camera over. “Miss prim and Proper… The most Dignified of them all: Emily Cole! Whose piddle habits are not to be discussed, no matter how frequent they may be….”
“That is NOT true.” she quickly protested, her long, raven-shaded hair turning with a sharp glare to their devious hostess. “I am a perfect lady, who only goes to the washroom when it’s necessary.”
Her blue checkered dress draped over her, and a cute blue ribbon held her hair in place enough to keep it from going every which way on the outside. Saril chuckled, and twirled her finger.
“Yeah, sure.” She mused. “Anyways, I’m sure you’re all dying to figure out what the Finale of Omo-Idol’s challenge will be.”
There were several murmurs of agreement and nods, as Saril gestured out with the camera.
“Well, the final challenge of Omo-Idol…” Saril started, as the camera panned out to show that they were out on a large track-and-field style course. “Is to ‘Get Fit!’”
The girls paused for a few moments to gawk at the area on screen, as the brilliant sun shone down with it’s warming rays…. And quickly started to grow to an uncomfortable level.
“Today will be a three course challenge.” Saril started, clapping her hands. “You’ll be doing the hundred meter sprint, the triple jump, and lastly, the Shot put! Whoever wins the most out of the three will be considered the winner of my Show, and our first Omo-Idol!”
Winona and Emily looked at Maya, who had been a surprisingly fit character in the past events with a little worry, as she quickly turned to Saril.
“So...what’s the catch this time?” She asked, as Saril turned.
“Hm…? What do you mean ‘catch’?” She asked. “I have you three slender girls here, and i’m going to make you get all hot and sweaty. What more do I need?”
“Ah…” Maya started, as Saril snapped her fingers.
“Oh, if you insist.” She mused, as the table near them was suddenly adorned with gym uniforms. A white, nearly transparent shirt, and tight shorts that would hug their butt and hips firmly.
“Shouldn’t have said anything…” Maya remarked gloomily, as Saril clapped her hands.
“Now, get changed, and meet up here in ten! We’ve got a show to run!” Saril commanded, as the girls all picked up their outfits and glanced around.
“Surely you don’t expect us to..” Emily started, as Saril raised a finger. “.....Right..”
She shouldn’t have expected Saril to give them any privacy, or Modesty after having gotten this far in the show. There were definite highs, and prominent lows, all sorts of angles, positions, and incidents that still sent a flush to their faces upon recollection….
So, changing out in the open summer’s air into some positively fetishistic gym uniform seemed delightfully mundane by Saril’s standards.
“Not like there’s any shame with just us girls.” Winona called as she started to pull off her dress, showing a pair of lovely teal undergarments that matched her hair.
“I..I mean, yeah… Not like we haven’t seen before..” Maya added quietly, even as she took off her uniform top, and started to slide off her skirt, leaving a small white bra, and flowery, white panties.
“Well, I’m not going to let her have her way..!” Emily snapped, even if she was already starting to change too… Showing off a bright orange pair of panties, yet a complete lack of a bra.
Soon enough, the girls were all adorned in their gym uniforms, and starting to already feel the heat, wiping the sweat from their brows.
“Oh, don’t you all look lovely.” Saril mused. “Now, everyone get in position. We’re about to start the first leg of our final three events! The 100 meter sprint! This is an event all about being fast! Just run from one part to the other as fast as you can! And don’t worry, there’ll be more than one run, to avoid any potential contention over who actually won,unlike those pesky official races. Any questions?”
“Yes, My lady..” Winona called, pulling out her shirt a little. “Do you.. Have anything for us to drink? It’s dreadfully hot outside…”
Saril gave a wicked smirk for a second, before grinning.
“Ah yes, of course..” She called. “We have some refreshments for you! Ice cold, and ready to refresh! Just say the word.”
“Please.” Winona called, as a tray of athletic bottles was brought forth, each marked with the girl’s names. Winona quickly took hers and began to partake, while Maya and Emily eyed it warily.
“What’s in the bottle..?” Emily called as Winona continued to drink heavily, clearly feeling the heat.
“Oh, just a special drink cooked up by our assistants..” Saril called. “Something about having the perfect hydration levels? Regardless of how much you drink, it’ll give you all enough energy to keep at it without sweltering in this heat. Have to keep a level playing field, after all..”
“I’ll pass..” Emily started, as Maya handed hers back.
“Yeah… I’m good for now..” She called, as Saril chuckled.
“Very well…” She stated, as Winona passed hers back too. “Everyone, take your positions! We’ll start the race on my mark!”
The girls all moved over to the track, as Maya bent down with her hands propping her up. Judging her to be more adept with athletics, the girls quickly followed suit, as Saril held up a conjured gun.
“In three..! Two…! One…!”
BANG!
The girls all took off in a sprint at this case, running as fast they could push their svelte bodies. As they expected, Maya had taken off faster than the other two, but Winona was steadily catching up. Emily scowled as she tried to push herself harder, and run faster….But, in a matter of moments…
“And… It looks like Winona takes the first sprint!” Saril called out, as the teal haired girl jumped a bit for joy.
“Phew… I could use another drink..” She called, as the tray was brought out again, and she started to partake.
“I...I could use one now too..” Maya added, slumping over before the bottle was passed to her, and she started to drink from it. Tentatively at first, but short sips gave way to quick, greedy gulps… as Emily crossed the finish line.
“I….I...Same..” She called out quietly, feeling her face burn with shame at having lost the first race…. And, with the prolonged heat. When she was presented with the bottle, she started to drink heavily from it as well, feeling her whole body energize itself….
The sweltering heat seemed to phase right out of her, and she could feel her exhaustion slipping away. Her eyes blinked a few times, and she could feel the cramps in her muscles subsiding immediately. It wasn’t just a refreshment, it was likely a treatment of some kind!
“Are you girls ready for round two?” Saril called, as the trio turned and nodded.
“Mmm!” they all called, refreshed, and raring to go.
Emily took her position at the starting line, followed by Maya and Winona. There was another pause, another conjured gun, and…
BANG!
The three were off again, but this time it went wildly different. Maya’s quick sprint seemed to last much longer than before, Winona and Emily still being behind by about four seconds worth each, as the surprisingly fit girl crossed the finish line with space to spare….
“Whew..! Just needed The energy!” Maya called with a bright smile, as Emily was able to keep pace with Winona this time….
“Oh… Definitely need some more after that..” Winona called, starting to partake of the beverage again, as Emily gripped her hands into a fist, and took the drink again.
‘I will not lose after coming this far…!’ she thought, as the drink passed through her, and helped her feel at ease again. ‘Even if I can’t outrun Maya, I will at least outpace Winona.’
The trio was at the starting point again, and Saril conjured another gun….
BANG!
Maya took off like a rocket again, but Emily refused to be outpaced by Winona this time. She pushed her body to it’s absolute limits, running with every fiber of her being as Winona kept a narrow lead…..
Yet, as Maya crossed the finish line and celebrated her victory… Winona’s pace suddenly shifted.
“Ah…!” She gasped out, but Emily wasn’t paying attention.
She passed Winona up in a flash, and took a healthy (If still annoying) Second place!
“Well, I’d love to make you all run some more, but it’s clear who the winner was.” Saril mused, tapping a conjured screen, which showed all three of the girls from behind at the starting spot… The camera focused to show off their gym-shorts clad butts….And, every so often, up the loose gym shirts. Emily lit up as she saw a quick flash from her chest, but Saril didn’t seem like she wanted to point it out… As the results on screen spoke for Maya’s clear superiority in sprinting.
“So, we’ll be moving onto the next round! The triple jump!”
“I...see..” Winona called, as Maya beamed.
“Sorry, but I’ve trained for a while.” Maya called. “My dashing speed is unmatched!”
“Hm..? Ah, yes...We’ll see how the rest of this goes.” Winona called out quietly, as Emily clenched her first.
‘I must win… I WILL win..’ she told herself, as the girls all moved to where Saril was standing, along a single-line track, and a sand pit with markers.
“It’s time for the second challenge of get fit! The Triple Jump!” Saril called, with a flourish of her hands. “The girls will have to make a little sprint up the path, then at the line… They’ll do a hop, a skip, and a Jump!”
The Hostess made each motion in turn, her ample bosom bouncing with each movement.
“And try to make it as far as they can! Don’t worry, this sand isn’t rough, or coarse.. And it won’t get in anywhere.”
The attendant rolled his eyes, as Saril turned to the girls.
“Now then..” She started. “Who’d like to try first?”
“I’ll do it..!” Emily called out before the others could, as she had to make up for her previous showing in the sprint…
“You just need to make your final jump before this line.” Saril called, moving a distance, and pointing. “If you cross it, your run won’t count. Understood?”
“Yes…” She started, as Saril grinned.
“Very well then…”
Emily tensed her legs once more, and braced herself.
“In Three...Two...One..”
BANG!
Emily knew she wasn’t quite built for these activities, but she wouldn’t give in just because of a disadvantage! She ran as fast as she could, gauging the distance to the end.
“A hop..” She started, about two thirds of the way there. “A Skip..”
She looked down at the line as her foot planted in front of it, an embarrassing margin for an athlete, but it was clearly within the line.
“And a Jump!”
She pushed off as hard as she could, and threw herself with reckless abandon towards the sand. As she fell into the sand, it was…
Surprisingly, cool. It didn’t seep into her outfit, nor did it grate on her skin.. It was almost like she’d fallen into a cool pillow, as a bar popped out from where her bottom hid the material…
“Two point three Meters!” Saril called out, as she winced…
She had moved a distance,yes… But, she had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t a very good jump. As she was pushing herself up however…
Pang!
A sudden surge of need quickly hit her body, as she scrunched herself up, looking at the other girls. Winona had crossed one leg over another, and was holding her waist…
While Maya was bouncing in place, with her knees bent lightly inward….
“Ah yes… “ Saril mused to herself. “Now the real show starts.”
Emily started over to the girls at this, trying not to let the need show as she walked, foot-by-foot, with her legs clamped together…
“Next up, Winona!” Saril called, as the teal haired girl gave a light flush.
“I...Erm.. Okay….” She stated, as she slowly pulled her hand from her shorts. Emily could see her lower half tensing up, and watched her clench her hands…. As she began to run…
“A h...Ah..” Winona called, stumbling from where she wanted to take the first jump, forced to take the second ‘jump’ a short bit away, and a jump from way before the marked line….
A soft whumpf, a bright red blush, and a flustered face later..
“One point two meters!” Saril called. “Oooh, tough break…”
Winona took longer to stand up than Emily had, both of her hands moving to squeeze at the front of her shorts in growing need… As Emily crossed her legs over a bit tighter…
“Perhaps I...Drank too much..” Winona called out quietly as she finally made it to her feet, starting over to the trio with a much more prominent display of her posterior on the camera, as she stuck it out.
“Next up, Maya!” Saril called out, the short haired girl flinching.
“Ah…! Ah, yes..!” She started, as she braced herself. Emily could see her body quivering as well when she braced for the run, the girl wiggling her hips a little too much, before the signal came out.
BANG!
Like with the sprint, Maya had excellent form, and speed. Emily could feel her heart sinking as the girl started her jumps, looking like she knew exactly where to go.
“Hop….Skip...An..And Jump.!” Maya called to herself, soaring a good distance past the raven haired girl’s mark in the sand, and landing with a soft Whumpf…
It was over… She had lost, because of the girl’s athletic prowess. Oh, if only…..
“No good!” Saril called out, the sign flicking up a big X, despite her over four meter leap.
“Awah?! Why not?” Maya called out, giving a telltale shiver as her hands buried in her crotch once more… And Saril gestured to a monitor.
“You had a little slip up at the end there..” She called, gesturing to the camera… Where Maya was telling herself to jump, her foot had pushed her off in a slight angle… And her foot crossed over the line, disqualifying her amazing jump. “So, unfortunately for you, this round goes to Emily!”
Emily felt herself well up with pride, as Winona glanced to Saril.
“Wait… only one round?” she asked, as Saril twirled her fingers.
“Well, not a lot of eye candy when the bouncers aren’t very..Bouncy.” She started, running her hands over her own, ample chest. “Besides, do you really want to be bouncing and crashing that cute little bum into the ground over and over again? I shouldn’t have to remind you, but soaking yourself in the middle of a challenge is grounds for...”
“In..instant disqualification..” Emily called out, with a visible shudder, and a flush recollection. Yes, until the challenge was over, you shouldn’t dare pee. Unless the challenge called for it, an accident was completely out of the question for anyone hoping to win. She’d been screwed by that rule in the past, and wasn’t going to flub it up at the finale…
“Good, you remembered.” Saril mused. “Now, let’s move onto our final Event! The Shot Put!”
The girls all nodded and scuttled along… Maya beginning to hop in place and whimper softly, as Winona went very silent… Tenderly rubbing herself, and trying to hold herself without looking too troubled…
Emily herself was feeling the incessant, maddening panging urge starting to build up, and as the group made it’s way to the arena, Saril seemed positively giddy at the sight of their growing agony.
“Mmm.. So, this last one is easy.” She called, picking up a metal ball. “You’ll be spinning around, and tossing this thing as far as you can. We’ll do up to three tosses, if you’re all still dry by then.”
“O..Okay..” Maya called, as Winona nodded… And Emily grit her teeth.
“G..Got it..”
“Now Maya, why don’t you start us off?” Saril mused. “Give us a goal to shoot for.”
“Ah?! O..Okay..” Maya called, moving to grab the ball…
And nearly stumbling straight to the ground. She had to grasp it with both hands, and shakily stood herself up with it.
“Oh yeah, it’s quite heavy..” Saril added after, with a smug look. “You may need to use both hands for it. Hope you don’t need them for anything else~”
Emily slightly swore under her breath at this, as Maya whimpered, and moved to the starting spot. Saril grinned, a myriad of markers showing up in a cone before the girl, who started to spin around to gain some momentum.
“Feel free to let go when you’re ready.” Saril called, as the short haired girl spun.. Spun.. Spun...And then…..
“Hyyyyaaa….! EEP!”
Maya’s spin had left her facing the group, and flinging the ball towards their hostess. Saril caught it easily with one hand, as she tut tutted.
“That’s a bad sign.” She mused, as Maya’s hands went back to her shorts. “Next up, Emily!”
The proud, and confident girl moved to grab the ball from Saril, with both hands, as her legs twisted up in small knots to keep from losing even a drop. She felt her body nearly collapse under the weight of the put, as she moved forward on shaky, trembling legs.
“When you’re ready!” Saril called, as Emily bit her lip, and thought…
She had to spin around like Maya had, and let go… Just let go… Just Let go…
Ssssh
‘DON’T LET GO LIKE THAT!’ she thought, actually dropping the put right in front of her feet, as her hands dipped to her shorts for the first time proper… And a whistle could be heard.
“And, that’s also a Foul.” Saril called, gesturing. “Winona, if you please.”
She had let herself lose a single drop (Or at least, what felt like it.).....She had to really be careful with how she phrased things to herself from here. A leak was often the herald to a complete cessation of control… An utter, agonizing failure of the bladder…
She knew all too well that if she let herself give way to these small losses, her body would soon comply with a complete declaration of war….A war she could not win.
‘I have to focus..’ she thought. ‘But… How can I win this..? How can I lift that ball when..’
“Ahhhh… Haaahhh…!”
She was yanked out of her train of thought by Winona stumbling to her knees from grabbing the ball….
Ssssssshhh.. Sshshhhhhhhhh..psssssshhhhh
And a significant…. No, a complete explosion of pent up piddle soon started to flow out of the woman as she bent at the knees…. The sound feeling like someone was twisting a knife in Emily’s lower belly…
“Aahhhhhhh...Ohhhh… Ohhhh gosh..”
As Winona’s face melted with the telltale signs of relief.. A flushed face, a slack jjaw, and a smile that went from ear to ear. Even as Saril’s whistle blew, and the girl fell down into the puddle of her own shame, Emily couldn’t help but wonder if Winona was the real winner there..
“Well, looks like it’s down to two.” Saril called, with a chuckle. “But, perhaps we should make a..different sort of thing our last challenge. This one seems to be a bit… Unbalanced.”
The attendant gave Saril a dirty look, as she turned to Emily and Maya.
“So, what say we finish this with a classic?” Saril mused. “A good old fashioned Holding contest! Last girl to pee, wins. No tricks, no more exercise, no more drinking.. Just one bladder against the other.
“I..I’ll accept!” Emily nearly shouted out, as Maya gave a small, meek nod.
“Y..Yeah.. s..sure..”
“Perfect!” Saril cooed. “Then, let’s get the weather calmed.”
The air around them suddenly grew to a manageable, less hot, and humid level.
“The cameras set..”
A camera could be seen zooming in on the girls faces, their crotches, and their bottoms.
“And let’s wait and see what happens.”
This was it… The finale of Omo-Idol. The purest, and simplest of challenges to overcome…
Outlast the other girl’s bladder to win. Emily could repeat the words ‘Hold it.’ in her head ad nauseum, but it wouldn’t make the other girl any more desperate.
Had they been fiercer rivals, or perhaps even enemies, the girls might have tried to trash talk one another… Tempting them with remarks of rivers, floods, leaks, and the like…
But, by this stage of the game, the girls had a sort of mutual respect, and admiration for one another. Emily couldn’t rightfully say she believed she’d be facing Maya in the finals… But, here they were now.
‘Only, I’m at the disadvantage..’ Emily thought. ‘I leaked a little…. I can’t let any more go..!’
She had long since dashed out the shame of holding herself, deeming it a necessary evil to win the contest at it’s last stages….Bouncing from foot to foot, and kneading her pressured puddle producing parts with steady, shaky precision…
“Ahhhnn.. Ahhh..” Maya whimpered, rocking her hips back and forth as she held. Emily glanced at the girl with a worried look… Pondering for a scant few moments that she might lose…
…
‘No…! I won’t lose! Not after it’s come this far…!’ she thought to herself, as she steeled her muscles, and fought back the tides of desperation for just a bit longer…
Just a… Bit longer…
….
Thirty minutes passed, and both girls were still holding on… Maya scrunching up her face and bending slightly at the knees…..
While Emily stood tall and proud… Despite biting her lips, and borderline attempting to plug herself up with her fingers…..
It was like a crazy spell… A maddening mantra, inside of the girl’s head…
‘Hold it just a bit longer… Hold it a bit longer… Hold it longer… Hold it.. Hold it..!’
While her opponent slowly started to kneel into a squat, rubbing at herself tenderly, and whimpering…..
Emily was trying to stay still… Trying to stay firm… Trying to will herself to keep in control as the moments ticked on….Every single one feeling like it would be her last..
“Ahh.. Ahhh. Ahhh..!” Maya started crying out, as she shifted and squirmed from her squatting position. “I...I..I can’t… I just can’t do it…!”
Emily forced a smile of confidence as she stood.. Raising her head up to glance at the skies..
Ssssh..Sssh..
“Aaaahhh.. Haaaahhhaaahhh..”
As Maya’s slender body finally started to cave in, and she pulled her shorts aside. The girl’s tender, tinkle-troubled twatty was on display for a few scant moments...
SSSSSSSHHHHHHH..SSSSSSSSHHHHH
As Maya’s bladder finally ceased it’s halting commands, and gushed out her long held shame and need…. Forming an almost laser-like river of recycled waters out of Maya’s personal faucet. It was the sound of victory… Of another defeated rival’s shame… Of her now growing, positively swelling pride….
“And the winner is….! Emilyyyyyy Cooooollle!” Saril’s voice called out, as the girl smiled broady.
‘I….I did it..!’
She could feel warmth welling up inside of her, already threatening to force it’s way out the same way her waters were conspiring to do.
“So Miss Emily, Do you have anything to say about your victory?” o, Saril called with an imaginary mic, holding it out to her.
“A...A….”
“Hm? I’m sorry, we didn’t catch that..” Saril called, as the camera suddenly pulled back over Emily’s body.
“Ahhh.. Haaaahaaaaaaahhhaaahmmmmmmggghaaaah..!”
SSSSSSSSSHSSSSSSSHSHHHHHHHSHSHHHH
The warmth was no longer merely figurative, as Emily’s dam finally burst…. An absolute spray of piss gushing past her clenched, gripping hands… Spreading over the entire front end of her shorts, creeping up her back end, and even splashing onto her shirt.
“Mmggghaaaahahahnnnn! Feels...So..Good…” She could barely force out, as her most shameful, and embarrassing habit came to light… How she was an absolutely loud pisser, in more ways than once.
“Aahhnnnnn..Nnnghaaaaa...aahnnaahhaahhh..”
She couldn’t help it.. She couldn’t stifle it…. She couldn’t control it anymore. She always had a bad time of groaning from sheer relief whenever she finally could release her bladder in any meaningful way….
But with both hands having been on holding duty, and this feeling like the biggest piss she’d ever had in her life, Emily could only sit back (Or in this case, stand on the wobbliest, wettest legs on set), and let nature take it’s course.
“Ahhhhnnnghh.. Mmmmmmthhh..Mmmmmm!!!”
She felt amazing.. It felt so impossibly good to finally finish the contests.. To finally win the game she’d been competing on for weeks… to finally get to piss once again… And to have her pride and confidence in her victory to be well earned, and justified…
“Mmmmghh.. Mmmmm..”
Though, as soon as she could stop spraying all down her legs… As soon as she got down from the high of letting loose an absolute lake of her own creation… As soon as the warm, gushing waters would finally cease, and she could catch her breath from the amazing, positively orgasmic experience of letting loose, and having it all come out….
She would no doubt positively die of embarrassment, from her shameful display….
‘Mmmmghhh… But it was worth it… For this feeling..’
She wished she could just revel in this sensation forever.
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Some of you who have been on the site for a while may remember this, but it's a fic I posted a few years ago and deleted, but have fixed up for my return! I was spiritsl then, and I just wanted a new name that sounded better to start posting stuff. Pretty much everything I write for fun, as opposed to what I've written for sale, is about robots! If that's not your cup of tea it's entirely understandable!
I'll be posting some art for this story soon, but if my character descriptions are at all lacking just think of these bots resembling Transformers more than humans. That being said, I've admittedly dabbled in pee stuff for the aforementioned series but am not NEARLY brave enough to post it here. y
There's some dub con in the story below and some mild bondage, but otherwise nothing that should be more alarming than peeing robots. If you've read this far; enjoy!
Stepping into the elevator with just the slightest bit of a hurry, Flare turned just in time to see Tulip hobble in behind her as the door swished shut. Stooped over, the younger femme immediately leaned back against the wall, her hands firmly tucked between her legs. She'd had to pee for the past half hour now, and Flare had watched her go through all the stages of desperation, all the way from subtle squirming to shameless crotch holding.
"Only a little longer, you'll be fine." she encouraged, impressed by her own ability to keep a straight face. Though she was playing the part of the concerned but slightly amused friend, the older femme was enjoying the show in a far more intimate way. It was she who had slipped Tulip the substance causing her desperation, after all, and she intended to savor the fruits of her efforts. At that moment, with the object of her affection nearing the breaking point, it was certainly proving to be worth the work.
The same femme who was typically too shy to draw any kind of attention to herself was now squirming and whining in her spot, her pink cheeks flushed a more saturated hue from a mix of effort and embarrassment. Her exceptionally curvy figure was accentuating every tilt of her plentiful hips, and her delicate hands had almost dissapeared betwixt her thick thighs in order to successfully clamp over her crotch. Hitting the button for the fortieth floor, Flare forced herself to keep her expression neutral and her fingers from trembling, as hard as that may have been. She'd adored this tinier femme from afar for so long, keeping her lust hidden in this moment would prove to be the final leg of the challenge.
"Just relax." she encouraged the bouncing femme, praying her own pale face wasn't showing any color. Blushing in the hue of her fiery accents, the same that gave rise to her name, made moments such as this a real challenge. She could feel the heat increasing over every inch of her polished metal exterior. "My apartment's right by the exit on my floor. You just need to hold on a little longer."
"Easy for you to say... Ooh!" Tulip keened, her entire body folding downwards to fight an especially bad spasm. The pressure was so immense beneath her pelvic plating it actually hurt, with the epicenter between her covered lips throbbing at every rapid pump beat. It didn't help that she'd begun to sweat from the exertion, building up beads of clear coolant on her pretty pink exterior.
Oh, but her cute little sounds... The older femme was growing impatient herself, but for an entirely different relief. She'd been wanting this for so long, and had only recently found the opportunity to make a move, her anticipation between her own legs was killing her. Tulip claimed to be only "artistically" interested in other femmes, brushing off her longing glances at especially attractive individuals in public as "appreciation for their build", but Flare had been around long enough to know better. Not to mention how her optics lit up whenever someone she was so obviously attracted to mentioned needing to pee. It'd be hard to find anyone more obviously repressed.
"Ngh... I've never had to go this bad..." Tulip whined, leaning against the wall to have some physical support. Everything beneath her retractable plating felt hot and wet, to the point she wasn't even certain if some had leaked out. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself in front of Flare, her best friend and someone she found... quite invigorating. Even the laid back bot would certainly be horrified if she had an accident! "I don't even remember drinking that much..."
"Really? You downed quite a few. They must have just gotten away from you." Flare replied, having expected such a remark given how the quantity of liquid she consumed didn't match what had been produced. "Regardless, we're almost there." The blinking numbers signaled only twelve more floors to go, assuming no one else needed the elevator, God forbid.
"If I can last that long..." she whined, sinking down against the wall with a keen of renewed pain. Another spasm hit the soft bladder that was distending her flexible stomach plates, creating a visible swell in testament to her dedication. As determined as she was, the obstacle did seem insurmountable. It felt like everything could pour out at any given moment...
"You've held it for this long, you're not having an accident here." Flare insisted, realizing a moment too late that her emphasis on the last word sounded more than a little odd. Fortunately enough for her, Tulip was too preoccupied holding back a flood to notice any unusual pronunciation. In fact, upon inspection, she appeared too focused to notice anything beyond her painful need to pee. As much as she hated to admit it, that was proving very beneficial to the older femme. In the cramped but well lit elevator, she had a perfect and up close show all to herself, and it was growing impossible not to stare. She found her optics wandering and her mouth watering the final few moments of their ascent.
To her, Tulip was delectable; short and sweet with a precious pink coloration to match, and a body that did nothing but complete the package. A whole head shorter than Flare, the lightly built femme had the biggest and bluest optics on her friendly face, and often unintentionally stunned the older femme just by looking up with those big blue orbs. But her rare pink colored metal and unique proportions, namely her small shoulders and bust accented by broad hips for a more curvy figure, really did Flare in. The heel accents she wore for a bit of additional height were like the icing on an already delicious cake.
In contrast, Flare noted as the finale inched closer, she was quite the opposite. Tall and thickly built with a far more "robust" appearance, the orange accented white femme couldn't help but wonder what fun their physical differences would offer. Her strong arms could easily heft the smaller femme like a doll. The very idea only increased her excitement, and for an instant she wondered what that would be like in the current situation. Could she hold her aloft and spread her legs-
Ping
The door opened wide as they reached the appropriate floor, revealing a thankfully empty hallway. Leading the way, Flare hurried over to the first door on the right, silently putting her plan into its final motion. Pulling her card from her pack, she went to slide it in the monitor beside the door right when Tulip came up beside her, barely able to walk due to her thighs being so tightly squished together.
"Hurry..." the younger femme whimpered, bouncing on the spot and doing an adorable little dance. Her tiny heels tapped out a rapid rhythm as she hopped from foot to foot. "Please hurry..."
You're not helping me focus, Hun... the older femme mused to herself, swiping her identification card with fumbling fingers as she bit her lip. The sounds of desperation from the femme were now closer to her audio receptor than ever, and the hard panting broken only by gasps and keens of near defeat made focusing on anything else close to impossible. Biting her lip, Flare fought against the aroused haze settling over her consciousness, typing in her combination and preparing to act fast. Tulip was stooped over now, her knees bent and her hands squeezing the fork of her legs for dear life. Both femmes felt immediate relief when the door whooshed open, but for far different reasons. Keeping her thighs together, Tulip hurried inside, grateful just to be close to the end of what had nearly been a disaster. Though she hobbled with every tiny step, her expression was still one of triumph.
Staying just behind, Flare slipped a quick hand over her countertop, subtly grabbing a small metallic bracelet in a single motion. Keeping it behind her, she made sure to have it just out of sight but ready to go. Tulip had just crossed a few mere feet when Flare took over, putting an arm around the femme in a gesture of support.
"Here, to the left and down this hall." she instructed, keeping a quick pace for the sake of her friend. Wealthy and tasteful, Flare had a none too small but thankfully streamlined apartment, so they made quick progress. Yet to both it took forever to get past the living room and down said hallway, the distance seeming to stretch in their mutual desperation. Tulip was near to shedding tears upon reaching the bedroom and, at last, the glorious bathroom. She could have wept for real when she finally stumbled in on her friends arm and saw the toilet, its highly polished white porcelain almost glittering in welcome as the lights were turned on. She'd made it...
The sigh of dramatic relief from the young femme told Flare that now was the time to act, and before Tulip could take another step the bracelet was snapped onto her upper arm. In the blink of an optic, the pink femme froze, becoming a living statue just feet from her promised relief.
"F-Flare?" she stuttered, still capable of speech and having felt the touch on her arm, but having no clue what was going on. Commands to move her feet did nothing. A glance of her mobile optics revealed a silver bracelet shining with tiny lights and humming with a strange force. "What did you-"
"It's a system override ring." the older femme explained proudly, circling the frozen younger and standing tall at her front. Misstep and stooped to aid with holding her pee, the younger femme looked even smaller than ever before her towering friend. From her side, she pulled forth a second item, a tiny remote that was just one touchscreen. "And I have the control."
"I... I don't..."
"You've seriously never heard of these?" she replied with somewhat genuine but mostly theatrical surprise. It followed that a bot who was unironically as naive as they came didn't understand BDSM equipment. "They were used just to control convicts once upon a time, until a rather brilliant marketer found they had fantastic potential for... other uses." Going around to Tulip's left, she admired the simple metal band clamped to the upper arm and its pulsing lights. "With this, I have full control over your systems; though there are limits of course. I obviously can't take away your ability to speak or control your essential systems, and all your vitals are kept within a safety zone, but..." She came around to face the femme at her mercy, leaning down and locking their optics with a smirk. "I'm in charge of everything else. Your base temperature, your movements, your waste systems..."
"Okay, I get it, you could make me pee myself if you wanted to. Very funny." Tulip strained in a rush, whining in pain as her desperation loomed without any way to move and alleviate the discomfort. Being in a bathroom made her entire situation so much more agonizing. The toilet was agonizingly close, so much so that she'd only need to take a few tiny steps and turn around.... A high keen forced itself past her lips as the coolant dripped down her forehelm. "Now please, please let me go! It's so much, but I'm gonna lose it soon!"
"Not until you hit your physical limit or I hit this button." Flare countered, pointing to the little control keys on the screen. Tulip watched the older femme hover a digit over a glowing icon shaped like a droplet, her optics wide with awe and a bit of fear. That one single dot was all that stood between her and an accident, and knowing that shouldn't have made her throb down low the way it did.
"Why are you even doing this?" Tulip questioned, sounding far more confused than hurt. Flare was incredibly flirty with everyone, and had hinted quite shamelessly at a wide array of kinks, but she'd never done anything like this. Not to mention the timing! "Is this payback for that old lady joke? I told you, I wasn't-"
"Payback?" Flare laughed, unable to help herself. What she had planned was so incredibly far from unpleasant. "Hun, you asked me for this." she said, returning to circling the femme. "Remember our girls night last month? After a few drinks, you told me... well, a lot of things. One was that you'd always wanted to try another femme-"
"Out of curiosity, nothing else!" Tulip blurted out in her defense, blushing far harder as the memory came back to her in full force. Flare only smirked and kept right on talking. "You also mentioned how desperation was a huge turn on that you wished someone else would someday try with you. I told you that I could help, and you said that you'd like it."
"I-I was drunk!" Tulip countered, wincing at the thought of all those delicious drinks in the face of her bloated bladder. The memory was fuzzy, but not at all incomplete, and she recalled the conversation with a blush of intense pink on her much less saturated face. She could clearly remember how handsy she'd wanted to get too, and had to stumble through an explanation to salvage her crumbling worldview. Not that there was anything wrong with femmes who liked other femmes, but she'd certainly know by now if she was one of them, and she certainly wasn't partial to change. "I didn't mean-"
"Oh, but you did. You weren't wasted, you were loose. Loose enough to be honest." Flare purred, leaving the femme with that thought to go over to the nearby sink. From the bottom drawer beneath it, she took out a small, unassuming box, opening it to reveal two unlinked wrist bands. They resembled her current immobilization device enough for the still desperate femme to worry what could possibly happen next. Flare held one in each palm as she grinned devilishly, letting Tulip ponder her intent before leaving her field of view to act.
"And now I'm going to fulfill my promise." came the tease from behind her. Unable to see what the older femme was doing from her current position, Tulip let out a sound of pained frustration, wanting so badly to move her legs and bounce for just a little bit of relief. Had she known she was being surveyed like a delicious meal, her tune might have changed.
"What does any of that have to do with this?!" she said, unable to even squirm and alleviate some of her pain and growing impossibly impatient to pee. "How am I supposed to enjoy this?!"
"Hun, this is how I'm going to get off."
Tulip felt her jaw drop without her control.
"...What?"
"I'm going to need an orgasm too, fair's fair and all, and watching you have an accident is how I'm going to get it. Not that you won't enjoy it too..." Flare elaborated, smiling at the absolutely floored expression the comment received. Or more importantly, the floored but not at all displeased look her words elicited. She could see the little twinkle in the other's optics; she wanted this on a deep, primal level. Getting that want to the surface was going to be her greatest achievement.
"You're... You're going to make me pee myself? Right here?" Tulip squeaked, watching the older femme step in front of her like some kind of manipulative goddess holding her fate in her palms. Never before had she felt so tiny or so hot, but she attributed that to her body's exertion over any kind of desire on her part.
"Well... not right there, no." Flare replied, lifting the cuffs back up for Tulip to see and dangling them from her fingertips. "I'm going to move you first." The younger femme only gulped, completely at the mercy of her friend and losing her ability to think coherently. Taking Tulip's wrists, Flare pulled them from between the other's legs without resistance, free to move her captive into any position she desired. Tulip let out a moan at the loss of much needed pressure on her crotch; even if she couldn't pee herself at the moment, it sure felt like she could. Yet something about the way the stronger femme took control was so... fascinating.
Snapping a cuff onto each wrist, Flare took the femme by the shoulders, looking her in the optics with a grin as she lifted her so she would stand straight. Such sudden movement drew out a moan at the increased pressure it created down low. Tulip could feel the full swell of her bladder now, the distended bulge making itself known on her usually flat tummy and pressing down like a solid force on the exit. Carefully hefting the immobile femme up by her underarms, Flare moved her to the wall just across from the toilet and to the left of the shower, smirking all the while at her silently shocked friend.
Upon arrival though, Flare suddenly found herself having to make a choice. The cuffs would attach to the wall and restrain Tulip, but she needed to decide if the femme would be facing her or not, and at the moment that choice was a heavy one. Both ways definitely had advantages, but which sounded more appealing once the plating covering the good bits was out of the way? If she had her back to the wall, Tulip would give an excellent show with facial expressions alone, not to mention her small but perky bust bouncing while she struggled to hold... But, turn the femme around, and she'd get a perfect view of a fat ass jiggling away and a better vantage point to watch the flow when it happened... But of course, given that the greatest draw for her was how the young femme reacted to these situations, it seemed more fitting to focus on her face. Making up her mind, she turned Tulip so she faced away from the wall, lifting up her arms to restrain her. There was a far from unpleasant gasp at the action.
"Do-do I really have to do this?" Tulip asked in a breathless whisper as Flare pushed her wrists against the wall above her head. The heat and fog of before were nothing compared to what she felt as the cuffs were shut. Submission on this level was making her body tremble with feelings she'd never experienced, and somehow her desperation was blending with those emotions for a cocktail that was irresponsible. Need for a whole other kind of release began building in her already busy lower body, making her pant hard to catch her breath. The cuffs latched on to the wall with a magnetic grip, leaving her elbows just a little slack. The older femme didn't immediately answer her, and instead took her by the chin, making some delicious and electric burst travel up her body. Quite unexpectedly but not undesirably Flare pulled her in for a kiss. Going wide opticed initially at the act of kissing a friend, Tulip relaxed after a few moments of the sensuous touch, closing her optics just as Flare pulled back. It was far beyond her to deny her feelings for the other were just platonic after that...
"Tulip, I'm going to make you feel good in ways you didn't think were possible..." she purred, looking at the femme with a hunger evident in her quick lick of her lips. Giving a quick peck on the submissives cheek, the older femme trailed her lips back to Tulip's audio receptor, whispering to send shivers down the young femmes spinal strut. "And all you've got to do... is have this little accident for me. That's all. And it'll be a great way to try out wetting firsthand, right?"
"But I... I can't..." Tulip whimpered, trying to shake her head on instinct. Now it wasn't because she didn't want to, but... "I can't go with you watching..."
"Pretty soon, you won't have a choice." Flare reasoned, stepping back to give the other some space. It occurred to the bound bot she was being given a real choice. If she really wanted, she could ask insistently to be let go and would probably get what she wished... Yet, why did that idea disappoint her? Why did some little but incredibly powerful part of her want to play along? Perhaps she could... just do that, yes. Play along for as long as she felt like it. The internal decision seemed to register on her features, as evidenced by how Flare lit up, yellow optics gleaming as she picked up the remote to flip through its settings. "I'll leave the timing of things up to you. But for now, let's see... I'll dial up your sensor sensitivity, keep your temperature hovering around cozy... and just for fun, I'll make sure you can't put your thighs together."
More than a little wary of the powerful device, Tulip watched the older femme enter the instructions, quite aware that she could make her lose all control with the touch of a button. That thought reminded her of what she was going to be doing very soon, impossible as it was to believe she could actually pee herself. Blushing, she tried to take her focus away from the soon to be flood from her tank, but to no avail. In her entire adult life, she'd never once come close to having an accident, and had certainly never been this desperate. But now... how much longer could she possibly last? The thought made her still covered privates tingle in nervous anticipation.
"Now be ready hun, once I hit this button, it's up to you to hold it in." Flare said, making the femme tense every synthetic muscle she had even if she couldn't move. Squeezing the area between her legs, she focused all of her willpower on keeping her exit sealed, determined to fight for as long as she could. After all, if she held out long enough, Flare might concede and... why was she thinking like this? Why did she want and not want this at the same time? Perhaps the war between her dignity and desire was what gave the latter so much strength, because she decided to just let each emotion do what it wanted. Right now the present was the only thing that mattered.
Hitting the key, Flare released her from the paralyzation, and Tulip immediately bent down to try and hold it all in. To her great surprise and horror, the urge to pee suddenly grew to be almost unbearable, and she had to squeeze with all of her might to hold it back. What's more, like Flare had said, she had no ability to bring her thighs together, as the programing made pushing them closed as impossible as bringing two similarly charged magnets together. With her hands similiarly restrained, it was all a matter of willpower and clenching her lower body. With clenched dentals, the femme persevered, holding back her pee and not letting even a drop escape by the time the initial rush had passed.
"Impressive." Flare praised, setting the control back down on the sink. Approaching the femme again, she slipped two digits beneath her chin to raise her helm and look at her. "But when you do finally give, we don't want you to make a mess, do we?"
Tulip didn't have an answer, and was far too preoccupied with her problem to think over the meaning. Flare only smirked and released her chin, sinking to her knees so that she was eye level with the femme's squirming hips. Struggling though she was, Tulip still felt a rush of arousal at the closeness, quite aware of the intensity of the other's gaze. It was as if her plating was suddenly see through.
"Keep your hips steady." Flare ordered, sliding a finger beneath either side of the pink codpiece. Just shy of touching the sensitive metal radiating so much heat, the older femme had to resist licking her lips at the scent she caught on her olfactory receptors. It was rich and sweet and made her want so desperately to dive in... Quivering but remaining otherwise still, Tulip let her do as she wished, biting her lip and blushing hot. With a skillful and synchronized flip of her wrists, Flare touched the necessary spots using just enough pressure to trigger a reflex in her submissive, making the entirety of her lower covering retract. Pale pink lips were exposed to the hungry optics before them as a thick behind jiggled freely out of view.
Gasping at her exposure, Tulip couldn't avert her gaze even as the femme leaned in to admire her, no matter how much she should have been trying to focus instead on holding it. A second gasp escaped her when two exploring hands looped around to took a firm hold of her weighty cheeks, squeezing eagerly before sliding forward to massage her thighs. Emitting a shaking sigh, she struggled to focus on holding her pee while dealing with the heavenly burst of delight down low. Even her lust couldn't explain the raw physical pleasure the touch gave her.
"Oh... Why does... why does that feel so good?" she asked in a rush as careful hands stroked up and down her thighs. Relishing in the trails of pleasure Flare's fingers left behind, she arched into the touch, growing increasingly aware but less concerned about her exposure as she became wet with want.
"I tuned up your sensory nodes, remember?" Flare teased, barely keeping her voice straight. Loving the expressions she was earning for such little effort on her part, she couldn't help thinking over how long she'd wanted to do this. Now it was happening and so much better than she'd ever anticipated. "Everything you feel is amplified. Pleasure... pressure."
To demonstrate, she pressed a single finger down on the femmes extended stomach, drawing out a loud keen of surprise from Tulip.
"Okay, okay, I get it!" she gasped, shocked into a state of awareness by how close she'd come to losing it. Something hot may or may not have beaded between her already wet lips, and in the absence of an ability to check on it she whimpered for mercy. "Please don't do that again!"
"Wouldn't dream of it." Flare assured, standing up to look down at her again. Tulip was still sweating, and the coolant on her chest reminded her there was another phase to her plans. "But now that you're bare down there..." She scanned her optics more thoroughly over the pink femmes chest covering, where two rounded plates kept her small breasts protected and supported. As desperate as she was, Tulip immediately saw her intentions. Gulping, she felt her blush intensify and her arousal fog her brain further, to the point she wasn't sure how she was holding it while so preoccupied. Flare had actually seen her bare chested before, but it had never been in a situation like this. Taking her into her arms, Flare reached around to the femmes sides, trying not to tickle so that she could avoid making her pee too soon. When she found what she was looking for, Flare wasted no time flicking two other pressure pounts, but took her sweet time pulling back once her prize was exposed. Relishing in the steady reveal of the femmes bust, she reveled in the appearance of the soft mesh breasts to the open air, their nozzles stiff at attention. Even the soft and smooth material was flushed hot pink at the exposure. Smirking, she dropped her face and kissed the tip of the left, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.
"Ohhh..." Tulip moaned in absolute ecstasy, relishing at being touched in ways she'd only imagined before no matter how unexpected it was. Her overpowered nodes magnified the pleasure created by the skillful femme's tongue tenfold, almost allowing her to entirely forget her pressing needs down low. A sound of loss escaped her when the attention stopped, but it was quickly replaced by whines of pain when she came back down to earth and remembered her current predicament. Stepping back, Flare stopped to just stand and admire the naked and desperate beauty before her, trailing her optics over the femmes curves and gazing at her exposed privates with impossible want.
"Well, while we're waiting..." Flare announced after she'd finished soaking in the sights, nearly breathless and flushed a bright orange from it all. Recalling her next phase of action, she felt a surge of electric pleasure and excitement travel up and down her body, to the point she nearly stumbled over her words as well as her feet.
"I think I'll get some relief of my own." she said at last, backing up to the toilet and taking slow, deliberate steps to tease the desperate femme. Realizing what she was doing just as Flare prepared to sit down, Tulip let out a whine and desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together once more, tormented by what she couldn't have but also overwhelmed by what she was about to see.
"Flare! That's just mean!"
"I don't see why." Flare replied with a laugh. Consciously retracting her pelvic covering, she bared her plump white lips with pride. The way her audience widened her optics to such an impossible degree at the sight was more than a little flattering. Spreading her long legs, she sat down slowly, feeling a tingle in her urethra as her own modest hold sensed release. Keeping her legs parted wide to give the other femme an unobstructed view between her powerful thighs, watching her reactions all the while, Flare felt almost giddy as she watched the reactions to her show. Her poor captive was almost going from pink to green with envy.
"You can let go any time you want. All you've got to do is relax, and..." Closing her optics, Flare let out a sigh as she let go of all the drinks she'd had at their meal, taking a moment to get a flow going with her arousal. Clenching down just a tad, she was rewarded with a steady but leisurely flow in seconds, one that arced sluggishly from her pussy. The unmuffled pattering of urine hitting porcelain rang out loud and clear in the bathroom, followed by the trickling as it splashed and flowed downwards into the waiting water. Another long and overdramatic sigh accompanied the release.
"Flare, come on!" Tulip pleaded the instant she got her voice back, which happened to come from an envious spasm rocking her bladder. The bulging storage space wasn't at all happy to see what it couldn't have, and to keep it from emptying she resorted to what little was at her disposal, bouncing and pulling on her restraints. She doubted anyone would have been able to take the sound and sight of sweet relief so tantalizingly close in her current state. Flare ignored her and spread her legs wider while leaning back, giving her a perfect show of the steady flow from her lips. Tulip, normally too bashful to watch such a private act, couldn't force her optics away. The loud hiss accompanying the visible stream seemed to taunt her, tempting her with the unimaginable relief that was all too easy to achieve. Sweat began beading all along her body once more, collecting quickly in response to her exertion and high temperature. In a cruel twist, some began tickling her heightened nodes as it dribbled down her inner thighs, reminding her far too much of another bodily fluid. Breathing hard and fast, she squeezed down low with renewed vigor, but it was too much and for an instant she went beyond a breaking point "I'm... I-I can't... Ah... Ah!"
A single spurt squeezed past her lips, spraying from the intense pressure so that only a few drops made it directly to the ground. The rest splashed onto the inside of the femmes thighs, making her optics go wide as she felt the hot liquid fill the crevices of her lips and run in heated pathways down to her ankles. A shock of stimulants filled her veins as the pee chilled, her overpowered sensory nodes allowing her to feel the damp trails every individual drop had left down her legs. A deep sense of shame and shock settled over her at the realization of what she'd just done. For the first time in her adult life, her body had relieved itself against her will. Even if it was only a few drops, the rush was dizzying, and another kind of wetness renewed its presence between her legs.
"And so it begins." Flare announced, finishing up her modest stream with a final spurt. Not bothering to wipe and picking up an unremarkable box from the sink beside her, she let Tulip watch in renewed fascination. A pretty little vibrator fell into her palm, and was so obviously built for its intended purpose even the naive femme knew straight away what she was looking at. Widening her entrance with one hand, Flare turned the device on with a click of her thumb, making it hum almost eagerly in her palm. Keeping herself open with two fingers, she inserted the curved length to the base, holding the entire thing in place with one hand so that its extending "bunny ears" firmly hugged her clit. A small moan escaped her at the delightful sensations, and she settled comfortably on the seat to enjoy the lovely sight before her.
Putting her head down at the overwhelmingly hot image, Tulip returned all of her attention to not losing control again, knowing she would if she watched the other pleasing herself so erotically. Wishing she could squeeze her thighs together to aid herself, she tried to ignore the humming so apparent in the air. Whatever the override device was doing to her, it really made it nearly impossible to have her thighs any less than two inches from each other, which was only making things even more difficult. Regardless, she had to work with it, and she was confident in her ability to do so. Shifting her weight from side to side, she tried to focus on anything but her need to release, knowing that Flare was thoroughly enjoying watching her. But hey, if she got an orgasm before she lost control, then what need was there to torment her any longer? She'd truly be quite content knowing she brought the other to climax...
The only sound in the room that followed for a solid minute was the gentle hum of the vibrator and the labored ventilations and grunts from the ailing femme. Sitting back and relaxing, Flare relished in the steady stimulation of her clit to go with the image before her, feeling her whole body heating up with arousal. She'd fantasized about this for quite some time, and to finally have it happen for real was beyond anything her imagination could have ever created.
Watching the femme bounce and whimper in defiance to her body's needs, Flare couldn't resist the urge to mess with Tulip a little more, if only to make things more interesting for them both. Leaning over in her seat to the sink on her left, she turned the knob on to start a steady flow of water, watching for Tulip's reaction all the while. With surprising speed, she snapped her head up at the sight, locking her optics on the source of the noise and then moaning in near agony.
"Flare, come on! It's bad enough... that you... peed when I can't... Oooh!" Straining from sheer effort, Tulip began ventilating hard in her struggle to maintain control, sweating harder from the toll it took on her. The pressure on her pussy had been painful before, but the teasing sound of running water made it impossible for her to blot out any of that overwhelming urgency, and instead made her all too aware of how easy it would be to relieve it. Now shameless, she began hopping from one foot to another in a degrading but somewhat effective potty dance to ease her suffering, feeling the contents of her full tank slosh around inside her. Biting her lip to restrain a moan, Flare felt her sweet spot let out a surge of pleasure at the provocative sight.
But it wasn't enough, not yet...
Reaching back over to the sink, Flare pulled the stopper down, letting some water pool before she slowed the flow to a thin stream. The resulting trickling sounded painfully similar to a sluggish urine stream splashing into water, and Flare could only smirk as she watched her torment take effect.
"No no no nooo..." Tulip moaned in weak defiance, letting out a plethora of pained squeals. A keen of despair passed her lips as a familiar hot dampness appeared at the fork of her legs, and she realized she was losing once more. The thought made her tummy surge with butterflies that did nothing to help her situation beyond making it feel so impossibly good. Something raw and primal was taking over, and despite a lifetime of staying in the lines that absolutely thrilled her.
That's it hun... That's it... Flare mused to herself, massaging the toy in circles over her sweetest spots. A generous amount of lubrication from her arousal made it much easier. Her optics were locked on the meeting point of the femmes legs, waiting for the inevitable waterfall while also enjoying her adorable pussy moving with her every step. The bouncing of her breasts added more fuel to her lecherous thoughts as she set them free. Let it flow...
A hot squirt of pee jetted out with an accompanying hiss, splashing against the floor and creating a fist sized puddle on contact. Tulip gasped and reflexively clamped down with renewed vigor, but couldn't stop a second leak in the wake of the first. Rather than coming out in a clean spurt, this one sprayed as a result of her squirming, and her inner thighs were once again covered in a splash of urine. A loud gasp escaped her as the hot liquid rolled and dripped off her legs, making her feel damp and slick as it collected around her feet. The itchy wetness she felt was made worse as she became aware of a previously undetectable draft, and with it she felt the cold drops meander their way to the floor. Thighs quivering, she realized that the leaks hadn't even offered any relief, and she now had to go even more than before. Groaning, she bounced on the spot, trying desperately not to step in any of her own miniature puddles. God she had to pee! She didn't even know it was possible to be this desperate!
"Flare please..." she begged, hoping to appeal to the femmes sense of mercy. A stubborn and well cultivated sense of shame refused to allow her to submit, and to placate it she pleaded for a toilet, no matter how good it felt to see Flare watch her so intently. "I have to go so bad..."
"I know..." Flare replied, a little strained from her mounting sensations of pleasure. A delightful tingling had begun to fill her from her hips to her feet, and between such wonderful feelings and the tell tale coil she knew her body was getting quite close to its climax. "And we both know how you can fix that."
Whimpering with pain, Tulip felt herself facing the reality of having an accident with far more weight, and could barely process it. Flare was bound to be hitting her peak soon, but could she really last that long? The device magnified all sensations, including the ones currently tormenting her from between her legs, and she doubted she could stand much more of the unnatural level of desperation. It was as if a full waterfall was sealed up inside her belly, and was ramming itself against her tiny hole until she would inevitably fail. Despite her own common sense, she looked back to the still running water of the sink, and her optics fixated on the thin trickle of clear, sparkling water flowing into the gathered pool. On a desperation induced whim, her mind conjured up the image of said stream flowing out of her, bringing with it the thought of heavenly relief from her current nightmare. God, it would be so easy too... Just a matter of spreading her thighs and letting it all go. Why was it important to hold it in anyway? It wasn't like she was in public or anything, and it would be quite easy to clean up once she was done, not to mention that Flare was waiting for it in the first place. Why torment herself any longer?
Unable to ignore the logic of the argument and too far gone to even try and debate it, she spread her knees and closed her optics, giving in to her primal needs and relaxing everything keeping it in.
A powerful stream started up without hesitation, arcing neatly and pattering against the tile floor to join with her previously collected puddles. A loud sigh of absolute satisfaction, so intense it bordered on a moan of ecstasy, slipped from her as her body finally got the relief it had yearned for. Even after only two seconds of peeing she felt infinitely better. She was tempted to moan again from the feeling of relief, but stopped when her own conscious thought finally broke through the haze of satisfaction.
No no no! You're a grown femme and you're peeing yourself! Stop!
Crying out, she tried to force her exhausted muscles to close down and stop her own self created accident, struggling immediately with her legs unable to cross and aid with the efforts. To her horror, the stream didn't just cease like the previous leaks, and the still surging torrent collided with her quaking legs to cascade down them in thick rivulets, soaking them in full. Keening in fright at the surge of uncontrollable heat, she ignored her dripping legs and focused only on stopping her accident. Managing to make the flow fluctuate, she finally stopped it entirely, but was left standing in a lopsided puddle and even more desperate for relief than ever before. Dripping from the hips down, she resorted to whatever method she could to hold in her pee, no longer in control of her vocal chords as she let out a new sound with every movement. It felt like the entire worlds water supply was weighing down on the fork of her thighs, and she couldn't even cross her legs to relieve the pressure!
Watching the entire display through lidded optics, Flare had to bite her hand to keep back a moan, feeling her orgasm drawing near. She was holding it off for as long as possible, waiting for the desperate femme to finally give in so she could synchronize her finish with the perfect sight to go with it. Thankfully enough, she knew she didn't have to wait much longer.
Tulip felt hot tears of agony in the corner of her optics, but she ignored them with what little willpower she had left. Flare was close, she could tell just by looking at her, and surely she only had to hold on for a few more minutes. Until then she'd stay in this confusing blend of pain and need and pleasure she couldn't hope to comprehend. Just being on display was something she had never known would be so intriguing...
Suddenly she became aware of a new sensation spreading outward from between her legs, filling her with a warm feeling that she couldn't identify. At first, she passed it off as just being a part of her body's torment, only to then come to the rather surprising truth. Her body didn't care about her dignity or about the promise of a few minutes wait, it wanted full relief, it wanted it now, and it was going to get it whether she liked it or not. The primal need she'd felt was taking over completely. Despite her resistance, the sensation continued to spread, and all she could do was stand and let her body take over. She was helpless in the face of nature.
Ventilating hard, Flare immediately recognized the femmes subtle but undeniable change in demeanor, and saw it as what she'd been waiting for all along. Oh hun, yes... Let it happen, I'm ready for you...
Tulip took quick, panicky ventilations as she felt herself losing control, letting out a string of increasingly high pitched cries until she finally felt her body take over in full. In one swift movement, she spread her legs wide and swung her hips forward, letting out a keen of defeat as she lost the war with her bladder and started to pee.
The hissing that accompanied the jet of urine was loud enough to be impressive, and the spattering as it collided with the floor was even more so. Tulip had imagined that if she ever were to have an accident, it would be met with tears and shame, not to mention a full struggle until the end. But at that moment, with the source of all her pain cascading out of her, she could only tilt her head back and moan in delight, giving in entirely to her body's need. Just as the device had magnified her pain while holding if, it magnified her relief while urinating, sending waves of nearly orgasmic pleasure throughout her entire body that sent her soaring high. The ocean she'd been holding back surged out with power genuinely impressive to behold, participants for such a tiny femme, much to the benefit of her audience.
Watching the femme finally give in, Flare felt her own release come at last, her pussy clenching rhythmically in a fantastic orgasm that filled her entire body. Hurrying, she turned off the sink, wanting to hear nothing but the sweet sound of flowing urine. Moaning in absolute ecstasy, she traced her optics over Tulip's beautiful form, hips spasming on the toilet seat as she drank it all in. The younger femme had lolled her head against her arm, her jaw going slack and her optics closing in overwhelming pleasure as she finally settled back in an exhausted daze to enjoy her relief. Her legs weren't even supporting her weight as she kept them spread, instead she was hanging freely from her bonds. Moving her gaze downward, Flare focused on the pee still flowing freely from between Tulip's quivering and parted thighs, fixating her optics on the lovely sight and listening intently to the sweet hiss as it charged out of the femme. The sparkling yellow stream flowed cleanly from Tulip's lips to the floor, creating such a perfect sight she wished that she could stick a hand, or any part of herself, beneath it. The small puddles beneath Tulip had since been engulfed by one single miniature lake that continued to grow, encircling her feet and going beyond. A few stray rivulets slid straight down her thighs, intermingling with the sweat that had collected there and dropping down to join the puddle below.
Coming down from the initial high of the release but still dazed from the euphoria, Tulip opened her optics and lifted her head, spiraling back down to earth with confusion as to how she could feel so good. A feeling of wonderful relief was surging from down low, and a hot wetness was cascading down her legs in thick rivulets to tickle the sensitive mesh there. With optics still lidded, she followed the source of thr loud hissing and looked down past her breasts and tummy to observe herself directly. A stream squirted away from the meeting point of her thighs and splashed into a puddle at her feet, with a few smaller trickles from the same source racing down her legs. She also felt hot spurts squirting backward between her ass cheeks, creating a strange but not at all unpleasant sensation as it dribbled down her cheeks to drip down the less affected backs of her thighs. It took her a moment to put the pieces together in her haze, but she was eventually able to recall everything, including her audience as she continued the longest pee of her life.
Truthfully, she didn't even feel ashamed. There was no room for anything in her besides relief as her bladder continued to shrink. Hanging her head to the other side with a renewed sigh, she remained limp on her feet, relying on the support of her cuffed wrists to keep her standing. Opening her optics just a but, she looked down and watched herself pee, a bit amazed at how much she'd made. A puddle beneath her reflected so clearly that she could not only see her face, but the inside of her legs as well, letting her watch the stream pour out from between her lips. The clear yellow fluid had spread far on the white tile, and she realized then that she was standing right in the middle of a genuinely impressive lake. Casting her optics upward to Flare, she saw that the femme had since come down from her orgasm, and was now watching her limply as she enjoyed the afterglow.
"Goodness hun, you had to pee didn't you?" she commented after the femme didn't slow down after a solid minute, her overworked bladder still pushing out its contents eagerly.
"Mhmm..." Tulip murmured bashfully, uncertain herself of where it all could have come from. She could more or less feel the gaze on her privates, and the sensation of being watched during something so intimate admittedly heightened her sense of submission. It was as if she was peeing for the other femme, and that idea was far from unpleasant, even in her exhausted state. Leaning her head against her arm, she actually smiled dreamily as she signed once again, feeling herself drop below the halfway mark.
At the first sound of her hissing stream fluctuating from its impressive spray, Tulip looked down once more to check her progress. Her own puddle was still growing, but her stream had finally begun to ebb, and true relief started to settle in as it did so. At last, the flow slowed to a trickle, but stopped abruptly. Flare clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Oh come on... I know you've got more than that. Let it all out."
Blushing at being caught, Tulip closed her optics, hesitating for a few moments before pushing out the rest. A steady trickle about as thick as a pencil, started up, dribbling down to tinkle against the puddle below. The delicate stream sent small droplets splashing onto the femmes ankles, going for about twenty seconds before stopping. When the last drop had fallen, Tulip went completely limp where she stood, standing in her drained ocean and dripping her from the waist down. Tired, vulnerable, naked and impressively wet, she wanted nothing more than to wipe herself down and go to bed. Hearing footprints splashing toward her, she looked up to see a very satisfied face looking down at her, one on a femme equally naked from the waist down.
"You were perfect, hun." Flare praised, unsnapping the ring off her limp shoulder. Tulip blinked in tired confusion, unaware just how much she'd delighted her friend. The squirming, the leaks, struggling even when she was already soaked, and then finally giving in only when her body couldn't take any more... God, it was a good thing Flare had recorded it all with her internal gray box. This would be ideal masturbation fodder for months. Unlocking the femme's restraints, she caught her as she fell, supporting her against herself. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up..."
"Okay." Tulip rasped, letting herself be half dragged to the large shower in her dazed state. Flare opened the sliding door and guided her in, and the thought of a warm wash was too good to hesitate accepting. Her entire body felt tingly as she sat her wet behind on a stone bench, still exhausted but not yet satisfied as she pondered everything that had just happened. Unexpected as it may have been, she felt good, and perhaps it was just the relief but she smiled softly as the other closed the shower door with them both inside. "What now?"
"I have plans." Flare said idly, grabbing the handheld shower head and turning it to a warm spray. A devilishly enticing smile lit up her face as she brought it over, the same expression she'd had when all of this began. "Let me show you how I'll pay you back..." |
She wouldn’t let him go. 1: The interview
Jamie sat in the bland waiting area with its neutral walls and standard low fabric seats. He was every bit as nervous as he had been at the dentist a month before and waiting for his daughter to be born 6 months before that. He legs felt like jelly, his heart racing, and worst of all his mouth felt dryer than a desert in the midst of summer. He hadn’t even been able to say his name at the reception desk, having to hand them his interview appointment instead. As he looked around anxiously his eyes rested on a vending drinks machine in the corner. Pushing himself to standing he tentatively walked towards it and punched in the numbers for a bottle of cold water.
Sitting back down he opened the bottle and gulped down a quarter of it quickly, hoping his voice might relax before he was called. The clock on the wall appeared stuck as he continued to sip continuously on the bottle for comfort as he tried focussing on what he might be asked.
By the time his name was called he glanced at the bottle in his hand and, realising it was empty, he dropped it in a bin as he followed the smartly dressed red haired young woman who had appeared looking for him.
Hearing the click click rhythm of her high heeled shoes on the hard flooring Jamie watched as her bottom wriggled sexily as he walked behind her. Deliberately looking away he thought about his partner and baby at home and smiled.
Walking into the boardroom the first thing Jamie sensed was an air of tension and formality. As the young lady he had followed slipped behind the formal solid desk beside another two suited and somber females he sensed immediately that this interview wasn’t one to crack jokes in. He gulped quietly as he sat on the only seat available facing the three ladies. Despite being in a formal suit with a shirt and tie he still felt inadequate and under dressed in contrast to the imposing females opposite him. As a full jug of iced water say in the middle of the table Jamie could feel the sweat gathering on his forehead as one of the woman poured the jug into four glasses and slid each one in front of a different person.
As the first question was fired Jamie’s voice box seemed to close in fear, and when nothing came out despite his mouth opening and closing he heard one of the females cough then comment loudly.
“I suggest you take a sip of water and try speaking again. Thank you.”
Jamie did as instructed but still his voice was husky and quiet.
“Take some more. I insist. We can not proceed further here until we can hear you. We don’t have all day to wait.”
Shaking with nerves Jamie did as instructed again until his glass was empty but his voice was at least loud enough to finally be heard. It was 45 minutes later before the questions from the ladies finally ended and Jamie left the imposing formal room and was lead out.
“If you could sit here please until we call you for part 2. There’s a kettle and biscuits over there but please remain in the corridor until called. Thank you.”
Jamie sat on the plastic chair in the empty corridor, flashbacks of sitting outside the headmasters office at high school filling his mind. The walls were bare and Jamie glanced up one end to see a fire exit at the far end but the other end seemed to go on forever with no exit in sight. A few doors marked ‘meeting 1’, ‘board room 2’ and so on were interspersed along both sides but other than a small table, which had clearly been temporarily placed for today’s interview, the corridor was otherwise empty.
Jamie sat crossed legged. Now wasn’t a good time to be needing a piss but the bottle of water in the waiting room and two further glasses in the interview had more than filled his bladder and he tried to think of anything but a toilet. He sat for a few minutes before standing and going over to the table where a kettle was plugged in and mugs, disposable milk sachets and sugar with plastic spoons sat waiting. Jamie looked up and down the corridor hoping to see a toilet, or at least signs to one, but there was nothing. Making himself a coffee and picking up a plain biscuit he returned to the plastic seat and returned to sitting with his legs crossed.
Twenty minutes later his coffee and biscuit were finished and he returned to the table to put his now empty mug on it. Now wanting a toilet even more he decided to wander a little further along the corridor slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to touch his penis to help hold. Moving was helping but there was no sign still of a bathroom and no-one around to ask. Jamie paced the corridor, walking back and forth from the plastic chair to the door marked boardroom 3 over and over wondering how much longer he’d be kept waiting.
Finally he heard voices as he walked quickly towards the chair as he saw the three woman who had just interviewed him earlier come out of the room.
‘Did we not say to wait on the chair?’
Jamie so desperately wanted to ask for a bathroom but he felt so intimidated and awkward than he just hung his head and sat back down. That was until one of the woman looked down at him, smiled coyly and whispered, ‘Is everything ok?’ Gulping shyly Jamie looked her in the eye and quietly answered. ‘I was, I was just looking to see if there was a bathroom I could maybe use please.’ The woman checked the other females were not watching before she covered the side of her mouth and mouthed back. ‘If you can wait a bit longer I’ll show you when I can.’
Jamie nodded but his feet were tapping now and he could feel his member throbbing in his boxers. Wait a bit longer? He really wanted to say that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait but he didn’t want to cause a fuss and this woman seemed his only hope.
‘I’ll update him on what we discussed and then show him out. I’ll join you both for our last one at 11:30.’
Jamie watched as the other two woman, including the red head who had lead him to the room, walked briskly away without even replying.
‘You may come back in now Mr Fuller’
Jamie slipped back into the board room wriggling on the chair shyly. He just hoped this wouldn’t take long as he desperately needed a piss!
It was impossible to get comfortable and at first Jamie sat with one leg over the other swinging his leg but then he quickly turned to the side then as discreetly as possible he scissored his legs in and out or swung them up and down. He knew how unprofessional he must seem but as every minute passed he craved to urinate stronger and stronger.
‘So is there anything else you would like to ask?’
Jamie swallowed hard, squirmed some more, slipped a hand into his crotch and crossed his legs again.
‘I do apologise but do you have a bathroom I could use please?’
‘If you remind me at the end I will show you on the way out.’
‘Thanks. Is there much longer to go may I ask?’
‘Not too long. So I just have some paperwork now. Let’s start with who your references are...’
Jamie could feel his face redden as he used his hand between his legs to squeeze his desperate penis. It was starting to hurt he had to go so badly and he knew his squirming was getting beyond acceptable now. In fact he couldn’t sit still as he wriggled again on the firm seat.
‘It’s a Mr. Shepherd from Infinity Beyond and a Ms Sharp from Wilderness Incorp. There addresses and details are on my CV.’
Jamie looked straight at the woman in front of him now. As she looked up from writing he stared into her dark green eyes as her curly blond hair rested neatly on her shoulders. His eyes pleaded with hers as he hoped she would see the urgency in his face as he bit down on his bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly. As a wave of intense urgency engulfed him Jamie leaned forwards and grabbed his quivering crotch before regaining his composure again and looking up.
‘Sorry. I really do need to use the bathroom please. Could I have a break at all?’
‘I said when we are finished! Please remain patient!’
Patience was the last thing Jamie felt as he bounced around on the seat now gripping the edges with both hands. With his body tensed and pressure mounting by the second he squeezed hard and drew a breath muttering softly, ‘I don’t think I can hold much longer!’
‘Mr Fuller! That’s enough! Either you wait or I will withdraw our offer of employment right now!’
No longer caring that he was disgracing himself Jamie opened his legs and hooked his ankles behind the legs of the formal chair as he pressed both hands over his throbbing aching crotch. As he tried to answer as quickly as possible the final questions he pressed, squeezed, rubbed and moaned openly as the woman peered at him open mouthed and wide eyed. Momentarily forgetting his surroundings due to the pressure and stress Jamie verbally answered the questions whilst unzipping his suit trousers and rubbing himself. The blond haired suited woman stared in disbelief at what she was seeing. Still Jamie couldn’t stop.
‘Shit! I’m dying for a piss! This is ridiculous. God I’m absolutely bursting! I’m actually gonna have an accident!’
The woman stood in silence, her eyes fixated on Jamie’s crotch, his fingers manipulating his half hard penis through his trousers and boxers and his palm massaging his member as his mouth opened and closed and his eyes glazed over. A soft moan could be heard through Jamie’s tightly clenched teeth as he felt a warm leak seep into his underwear and damped his trousers. He looked up aghast at the formally dressed female staring at him in shock as his eyes beseeched her to allow him to go to the gents to finish what he had accidentally already started.
‘Stop! I demand you stop that sir! Now!’
Jamie wanted to cry! ‘I’m trying! Honestly I am. Please please may I go to the toilet!’
‘Absolutely not!’
Shaking, angry, terrified and beyond bursting, Jamie half stood, half sat, both hands still clutching, twirling, clenching and squeezing his desperate dick as he hobbled forwards dribbling warm urine as his suit trousers fell clumsily down his thigh. Grabbing the jug from earlier, his bottom lip trembling, he pulled his aching cock out from the leg of his boxers as he held it into the clear jug as urine rushed into it furiously as the interviewer looked on.
‘Fuck!’
The jug filled almost to the brim as Jamie smiled relieved and placed it nonchalantly onto the formal board meeting table before making himself decent once again and smiling cheekily to the woman in front of him.
With his voice clear and solid for the first time he coughed and looked right at the suited lady.
‘So do I still have the Job?’
‘Absolutely! How soon can you start?’ |
I simply haven't been able to get this story to feel like the series it was intended for in my published works on smashwords, but I didn't want it to go to waste so I decided to share it here! Thea Gardner is a young woman having a very unfortunate evening, but it goes from bad to worse when she bumps into her boss while desperate to pee! Can she get what she needs from her office before things get dire? Can she keep her very pressing needs secret? Find out as I post the whole story over the next few days! Your comments might just influence where things go!
Luck was rarely on my side, but even by my usual standards of misfortune this had morphed into a particularly unpleasant day, enough so that I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done to earn the ire of the universe on a Friday.
On edge to avoid even more mishaps, I tried to keep my nerves from spooking me as I inched my car further up the dark parking garage ramp, so jittery that every shadow seemed to harbor something insidious. Even during the day I was paranoid about navigating the creepy cement structure, so it was predictable that darkness would make it worse, but in my current state it was probably the scariest place I'd ever seen.
Of course, it would have all been more bearable, perhaps only mildly off putting, if I wasn't so desperate to pee.
Keeping my legs locked together whilst putting gentle pressure on the accelerator was no easy task, but the benefit of having even the tiniest bit of aid holding it in made the struggle worth it, especially with my anxiety making it so much harder to relax in any capacity. Fear had me clenched up tight enough to make the swell of my bladder throb in time to every beat of my heart. I was almost as furious at myself for drinking the three cans of juice that had filled it as I was for forgetting my credit card in my office, the stupid decision that had led to me being here now. At least the former dumb move hardly would have been an issue if I had just taken stock of the essentials in my purse before hurrying home. Had I been that careful I'd still be at my apartment now, relaxing after a much needed pee and waiting on my delivery to arrive... Knowing what I was missing only made my bad luck feel like more of a punishment for my recklessness.
My name was a welcome beacon in the darkness, though the bright yellow Thea Gardner hardly stood out over my parking spot as little more than a faint flicker. Still, I parked with expedience, uncertain if my window of opportunity was limited. When did this place lock on the weekends? Hopefully not until later, because if I couldn't get inside and find my card I'd have no choice but to shut down and replace it to avoid theft. As I had no intention of wasting a weekend on the phone, I made speed my prerogative. Hurrying in any way was much easier said than done though.
Wincing as I unbuckled myself, I pressed a firm hand against the front of my flowy white skirt. Ordinarily it was a favorite piece of my wardrobe, owing to how soft and comfortable it was as it loosely hugged my hips, but at present it was anything but. At the moment it felt a great deal tighter around my waist than it ever had. All but squished beneath the loop, my bladder made a point to protest the lack of room every time I moved.
Whimpering as I left the seat and hobbled into a standing position in my little tan heeled sandals, I struggled to rise any higher than a stoop with so little room inside of me to stretch, my legs squeezed together as I held my car door for support. Without an audience to worry about, I didn't feel at all shameful shoving my spare hand into my crotch, my delicate fingers jamming themselves against the entrance as I used my hip to bump the car door shut. Clicking the button on my keys to lock it behind me, I took a breath of preparation to steady my nerves, and waddled straight for the employee entrance.
It didn't take a lot of brainpower to know that getting out of here as fast as possible was in my best interest. A petite blond woman without the ability to run had little to gain from lingering in a dark garage, even one for an upscale stock transfer firm, and thus I wanted to be on my way out as soon as possible. It would be safest for me as well as my panties to do so.
Whining just a little in my pain, I kept my guarding hand between my legs as I shuffled my way to the elevators I could only pray were unlocked. If they had yet to close and were still running full service... well, then there was a fairly good chance I was going to be able to make it to my office and back without any further issue. Fate willing, the bathrooms on my floor might even be open for use! I could take care of two very pressing issues at once and head home to relax.
Interlocking my legs once I arrived at the security panel, I prayed to every force in the universe before pressing the button, knowing that the quality of my entire weekend hinged on whether or not I got a response. It was impossible not to berate myself one last time for rushing home and deciding that the best way to use my free time was to goof off and down a bunch of my favorite fruit juices whilst I did so... I'd been so lost in my own decadence I hadn't even noticed my desperation until I was rushing out the door to retrieve my card!
In a rare show of mercy from the universe, the elevator pinged its ascension when I tapped the button, taking a load off my graceful shoulders so quickly they visibly slackened. Powerful lifts hummed behind the doors without delay, making me sigh in relief even as I remained in my guarded position to hold my pee, endlessly thankful for the good fortune that had smiled down on me for once. Granted, the liquid sloshing inside of me didn't just dissapear once one problem was solved. Every moment marked a gradual increase in desperation as the lift sped my way, encouraging me to take the limited but mostly sufficient amount of time to plan every step I would take. At last the elevator cabin locked into place, banishing terrible thoughts as I prepared to hop inside the moment the doors slid open...
Only to be confronted by a blur of red and a terrifying shout of alarm behind the doors that sent me into full panic.
"Eek!" I cried out helplessly, stumbling backwards with a hand in my crotch and almost falling flat on my ass in the frenzy. A solid cement wall at my back saved me from tumbling but also left me no further room to retreat, not that my legs could have carried me far. Heat in my panties spurred me to keep them locked tight despite the instinct to run, and I froze before the unexpected occupant like a deer in headlights. My eyes stung in the light of the elevator so badly I couldn't see little more than their blurry silhouette amongst the blinding whiteness.
"Thea!?" A familiar voice said just as the stranger stepped forth, their appearance growing much clearer as the primary light fell behind them. Bright red hair on a tall female figure immediately brought me out of my panic, allowing me to recognize a body that I would have struggled to misidentify.
Freya Quinn, my boss and an exceptionally high figure in the company, as well as my hopeless crush, stood before me with an equally frightened expression. It was a far sight from her usual upbeat smile, especially with her fraught expression showing we'd obviously scared each other something fierce. Somehow she managed to radiate authority even when spooked, her wide eyes relaxing as she sized me up and her face returning to one of in control calm. It was a talent I had little capacity to appreciate as I usually would, thanks to my combination of surprise and desperation. Whether her arrival could have possibly been any more inconvenient was a debate I had no time to attempt before she spoke. "What are you doing here?! I thought you went home hours ago."
Words were always tough around Freya, but in that moment it seemed as if I'd forgotten how to speak at all. While her gorgeous body had the ability to tie the tongues of total strangers, I was pathetically smitten with her body and soul, and was overwhelmed enough by surprise and desperation alone to be rendered speechless. Such inconvenient silence was something I at least had experience with when it came to Freya. Finding my voice, I was flustered enough by the circumstances that I had to force myself just to squeak out the simple and honest truth. "I was! That is... I did! I... I was ordering something to eat at home when I realized I left my credit card in my office. I came back to get it."
Freya put a hand on her ample chest and sighed in relief. The purse in her hand was lowered back down to her side, and I realized in a flash it had likely been lifted to swing when she'd briefly thought I was a threat.
Considering I had probably scared her near to getting a punch from her bag, it wasn't surprising that my mundane answer was a welcome anticlimactic explanation, though for my part I was still far from relaxing with my current predicament. "Oh, is that all? Goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack..."
And you almost made me pee myself! I thought on reflex, not angry at her but still so shocked from the scare in my delicate state that it was impossible not to be on edge. Had I not been the type of person to keep an almost paranoid hold on my bladder, that little jump could have resulted in a very humiliating show for the woman whose approval I craved more than anything. Just the thought of such embarrassment made my mind switch topics of its own volition to something more casual. Occupying myself with getting loose blond hairs out of my face and tucked behind my ear, I tried to think of a way to move on from this little encounter with as little lingering awkwardness as possible, hoping that nearly getting clocked by a purse wouldn't color our relationship in the future.
"I just finished a late night, but the doors shouldn't lock for another fifteen minutes or so, and even if they do, I have a master key." Freya said without another word on my part, probably thinking I'd just been startled into scared silence as she moved back into the elevator. All at once the offer surprised, terrified and delighted me. Watching her hold the door open, I found myself completely unable to move from the spot. On one hand this beautiful woman was offering me an act of unparalleled chivalry, and the very thought of that ordinarily would have inspired a lovely fantasy to play with over and over again in my bedroom, but right now I had a very pressing issue that I never wanted her to discover. My hesitation only drew a kind smile and an outstretched hand of invitation. "Come on, we can go grab your card together."
"Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself. It's my own stupid fault I forgot it." I replied as politely as I could, recovering enough to stand tall and remove my hand from my crotch in a way that made it look like I was just adjusting myself. Despite the discomfort it caused to lose the support I kept my face neutral. If at all possible, I wanted to get this done independently and without a fuss, and then put the whole thing behind us without another word. Mostly because the image of forgetting my credit card was not a good one even without the aching need for a bathroom. To my hidden mortification, she waved her hand and dismissed my concerns.
"Don't worry about it. I've got nowhere to be and this place is a lot less creepy with company. Besides; I'd hate for you to end up stuck inside if you get delayed."
That last point ended any potential arguments before they could leave my mouth. As uncomfortable and risky as it would be having her close while so preoccupied, the thought of getting trapped in my workplace overnight was a nightmare of another level. Nothing frightened me more than the image of being locked in and alone, so as awful as I was certain hiding my need to pee would be, it certainly beat out a whole night by myself in a creepy corporate building. Especially one with potentially locked toilets...
"Well if... if it's no bother..." I said as my mind finalized the decision it had to make, my feet finding their balance to hide my previous waddle as I committed to enduring the lesser of two evils. Smiling with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, I took my spot in the elevator opposite her, putting a length of distance between us to better hide my desperation. Hopefully she would think I was just respecting her personal space and not trying to be rude. Fully aware of my bladder complaining every second it wasn't relieved, I kept my smiling mask and spoke cheerfully. "I definitely wouldn't mind a little help!"
Freya beamed with delight upon hearing my decision. "Perfect. Floor five then, your office isn't too far from mine." she said with confidence, making my heart sing a happy note upon hearing her accurately recall the distance. I had to force back a goofy smile; she actually sounded happy we worked so close, and she knew it right off the top of her head! It was an impossibly silly thing to celebrate, of course, being that we were on a team and coordinated with each other often... But none of that logic made me feel any less good to see her key in the number. Leaning just a tad to swipe her card in the panel, her long and wavy red hair spilled over her shoulders as if to tease my affections, the gorgeous locks flashing orange even in the artificial elevator light. Tall as she was, it took her a moment to tap in her information, and despite having just a few seconds to wait I forgot myself and stared. Few people would have blamed me for being hypnotized; towering over a good portion of our coworkers and curvaceous in a way that typically required a corset to achieve, her thick frame brought out the most primal parts of one's being. Wide hips and an immense chest met in a waistline that cut in for a picture perfect hourglass, resulting in a silhouette so striking it made you wonder why she wasn't a model with such mesmerizing beauty. Even my shy self couldn't help but submit to the desires created by her bewitching good looks, no matter if my feelings were hopelessly one sided.
"Really glad I decided to stay a little longer today! I'd hate to think of you here all alone." Freya said with a turn of her head in my direction, forcing my face to tilt upwards in a flash to hide my staring. I knew such ogling was rude, but I struggled with etiquette whenever she came close, despite all my practice keeping impropriety in check. Being in an elevator with an uncomfortable need to pee was a new factor to contend with.
"It'd be my own fault. I managed to forget one of the only things I can't go without!" I replied quickly, burying any hint of my mortification behind a well rehearsed mask of polite enthusiasm. Despite my longing for connection, I had become so accustomed to disorganized thoughts around her I'd developed quick reflexes to save myself in situations like this one. Being caught off guard would surely result in my fluff addled brain spouting gibberish.
It occurred to my horrified self that, per my own foolishness, I probably was more at risk of slipping up on that front than ever before. Beneath my pretty white skirt my pussy was pulsing in constant, insistent reminders every few seconds to communicate my need for a bathroom, and my mind was in no way unaffected. If anything, the feelings she stirred within me were only threatening to blend with my desperation.
Smiling at my words and heedless to my struggle, my boss leaned back against a railing, her freckled nose wrinkling as her expression shifted to ponderance for a moment. Too weak to resist, I slipped right back into my trance, admiring her beautiful blue top as we descended in silence. It was a deep and rich color, somewhat akin to navy, and it was beautifully tailored to her curves. Had my brain been less scrambled I would have loved to compliment her style, but the opportunity faded when she broke the silence first. "I have a feeling you may have left it behind in a hurry to get home, hm?"
Hearing her sudden "guess" was like watching someone tell the future, and an unfortunate one at that. Based on the carelessness I'd displayed to start this whole mess, was she assuming I'd been lazy and forgetful enough to lose something important? A rush of anxiety squeezed my bladder like a vice, drawing attention to a wetness I prayed was sweat as I rushed to save my image.
"N-not in a rush! I would never-"
"Sweetheart, we're off the clock, you don't have to lie to me. Everyone loves getting out early for the weekend." Freya said, cutting me off with firm but reassuring words and another playful handwave. Hearing the "sweetheart" threw me for enough of a delightful loop to briefly banish all complex thought. I knew she preferred honesty and relaxed informality, but being on the receiving end... In an almost tortuous whiplash, my body surged to giddy heights from the previous depths of its previous worry, and the parts of me under stress felt the shift most intensely. Tingling lips beneath my panties made me wish strongly for something to rub them against, but I was still in enough control to immediately quash the urge. Instead I smiled politely at her welcome reassurance and waited for her to continue.
"Believe me, I've been working here long enough to know people leave as soon as they can. I can't even begin to count how many mad dashes I've had to make back to this office after forgetting something in my own rush for the exit."
Freya was skilled at setting a chill atmosphere through her openness, making it easy for me to relax and forget we weren't just having a chat in the elevator on our way in for the day. It simply seemed far too relaxed for us to be the only two left in the whole building before it closed for the weekend. Still, I happily took the mood over my previous panic, especially as it was a great way to distract myself from inconvenient urges. A firm but subtle squish of my backside into the elevator railing allowed me to hold it with little enough effort, making it much easier to resist the urge to squirm. Feigning comfort didn't eliminate my problem though, especially as I felt the cold railing against my pussy and how it blocked the exit like a dam built before a waterfall. Thankfully just enough mindfulness remained for me to keep talking. "If it had been anything else I would have left it, but I really don't want to have to replace it or risk it being hacked, you know?"
"Absolutely! I know I can't enjoy myself with something like that hanging over my head, and I don't let much get between me and my spring Saturdays. I couldn't even resist wearing this outfit just to celebrate the season change. Are you going to take advantage of the beautiful weather we've got coming in?" she said as we pinged down another floor, enticing me with an innocent enough question. The hug of her skirt and the brilliant blue of her top, which contrasted beautifully against the pale skin of her heaving breasts, took my thoughts to less than pure destinations for a single glorious instant. Oh, what I wouldn't give-
A small bump in the elevator's descent shocked my full bladder with enough force to knock me out of fantasizing, thankfully before I could get lost or do anything I'd otherwise regret.
"Mostly just relaxing. I've been looking forward to some me time with tax season in full swing..." I replied with just a touch of strain in my voice. That little bounce had made it clear I was reaching some concerning levels of desperation, ones which would require me to be quite careful if I wanted to avoid any incidents. Knowing the key to that was saving time, I committed to moving the second we reached our floor, well aware that any kind of delay would cost me dearly. Not that there was any chance I'd ever let something happen, of course!
Freya put her hand to her chest at my mention of tax season, more for dramatic effect than anything else. "Oh, you're preaching to the choir..." she sighed in total agreement, her calm demeanor giving me a touch of relief to see my lackluster acting was still working. Between my locked thighs and infatuation, I had plenty reason to be worried, particularly with her current outfit making it so hard to ignore her assets. Even the hand so playfully held to her chest tempted me by drawing attention to how ideal my height was, as a simple friendly hug would have put my face right between her breasts. In the midst of a thousand yard stare at this revelation my eyes caught her looking me over with a pondering expression on her face, and I was drawn from the heaven of my imagination. I'd done it again!
A barren corner of the elevator suddenly became of great interest, and as I looked away I pressed myself hard against the railing at my behind, clamping down when my shame sent heat surging to places I didn't need the extra stimulation. My throat went dry as she suddenly spoke up, and for an instant I was left fearing I'd been caught this time in my uncontrollable staring, all despite managing to avoid detection so many other times.
"But I can tell you've been working hard. You didn't even have a chance to change out of work clothes, you must have been exhausted when you got home!"
I had to blink in total bewilderment while I processed her heartfelt sympathy. The presumption was unintentionally quite flattering; she thought highly enough of me that she had mistaken my laziness for hard earned weariness. A surge of unbidden heat tingled my pussy and threatened to relax the tightly clenched exit, forcing me to push down hard on my lips to keep my unwanted arousal from opening the floodgates. I was only in my office clothes because I'd been too comfortable to change, as the moment I'd gotten home I'd dumped my whole self on the couch and started binging. In the hours that followed I had only gotten up to grab some drinks, the very same plaguing my bladder now, and had I not needed my card for the delivery order I'd tried to make I'd probably still be lazing around right now. That was one more thing I could never tell her.
"Yeah I... I was super tired, so I didn't change." I said in a mumble of lame agreement, mortified to think back on how my indulgence had caused all of this. If only I'd been diligent enough to realize I had to pee before running back here, or had the control to prevent myself from drinking so much in the first place, or if I had just been smart enough not to forget my damn credit card...
The elevator shifted a fraction before stopping at our destination, giving me some relief with the sign that the better part of the ordeal was over. Though in fairness, the word ordeal only rather loosely fit despite the discomfort, as getting time with the lovely woman escorting me was never without benefits. Had I not been in such a pressing need for a toilet running into her would have been a delightful surprise.
"Here we are! Sorry, I can't turn on any additional lights, once they're off for the weekend they stay off." Freya said as the doors opened to our floor, revealing the rather standard layout of cubicles that led back to more traditional rooms and offices, creating a mixed look of open and closed space. Everything was still and quiet in total contrast to the bustle of business hours, filling me with a touch of fear at the sight of the now unrecognizable and otherworldly space that stretched out into near total darkness. Even the world outside the windows seemed uncharacteristically dark. Gulping down juvenile fears, I put on a smile as I realized I wouldn't have to do this alone. |
Here's chapter two! As she grows more desperate, so does Thea's situation!
"That's okay, I know the way by now." I said honestly, having walked to my office so many mornings in a sluggish daze that the path was inlaid in my subconscious by now. Wincing as I left the railing behind, I took quick but short steps to keep the pressure low as I left the elevator, a gait that was close enough to my usual shy movements it wouldn't call any attention. Walking in heels was extra awkward and uncomfortable though, especially with every step making my bladder bounce just a bit inside of me. I doubted I'd ever look at my favorite fruit juice blend the same way as before, delicious strawberry mix aside, now that I'd felt the full weight of them in such an inconvenient moment. Good God, the swell of my bladder felt as solid as a rock within me...
"Gosh it's so dark in here now... Working late is so much less creepy with good lighting!" Freya said a little after the elevator had closed, taking its light with it to leave us in even more total darkness. A touch of renewed fear made my need to pee somehow even worse, the instinctive coiling of every part of my body mixing quite poorly with the parts of me that really needed there to be no additional tension. Sweat became perceptible between the gap of my thighs when a painfully obvious solution all but smacked me in the face.
"Wait, I have my phone, duh!" I said out loud as I popped said device from my purse, finding the immediate relief of light to be a godsend down low.
Freya made a noise of approval as I clicked on the flashlight, bringing a brilliant surge of light from the tiny LED that turned the darkness into far less of an imperceptible blanket. After a second of easier navigation I heard her snicker at my side, something that was quickly explained by a voice so laden with mock admonishment I had to turn my head in confusion even before she'd finished speaking. "You millennials, always bringing out your phones..."
Snorting in genuine surprise at the out of nowhere quip, I giggled much harder than I usually would have thanks to the combined absurdity of the comment, the location, and the person saying it. A painful spasm in my bladder was well worth the levity, and in the bright white light of my phone I saw her eyes twinkling with almost juvenile delight at her silliness. It was especially silly when one knew that Freya hardly had any reservations about phone use even while in the office, and only hesitated to use hers because she was a little older and hadn't grown up with them, though her looks would never allow one to guess she wasn't a millennial herself. With the lightness of her little joke I felt even more grateful for her company, and was quite surprised by how quickly we arrived at my window adjacent cubicle.
"Here we are!" I said cheerily, shining my light into the thankfully tidy workspace. Showing off my organization skills was never off the table for me, even in moments like this one, and I took care to sweep the light over my spotless desk to highlight the lack of clutter.
It was the lack of something else that turned my mood to confusion in an instant.
Stepping inside, I swept the length of my desk with my light once more, certain that I must have just missed what I knew had to be there. Nothing but an empty tabletop stretched from corner to corner, without a single instance of the telltale plastic shine I had been so certain would greet me upon my arrival. Confusion turned to panic as I approached the desk to look with more intense scrutiny, hiding my growing unease under a veneer of calm lest I give away that I should have already found what I needed. Pounding blood in my ears made me dizzy as I scanned like a ravenous hawk looking for prey, my eyes darting over every solid inch of space whilst my heart hammered in my chest. The throbbing of my pulse became perceptible in the increasingly damp confines of my panties, where I could feel just the faintest hint of a tickling right outside my overburdened urethra, as if the panic was seeping into my muscles to make holding that much harder. Between that and the fact that my credit card was potentially stolen I couldn't hold back a soft sound of fear when I expanded my search to the floor.
"What's wrong?" Freya said from the doorway, adding the additional humiliation of having an audience to my list of already overwhelming troubles. There was hardly enough computing power left in my brain to formulate a lie with all of my thoughts focused either on the desperate search or my increasingly pained pussy. It was agony to bend over with my bladder as full as it was, but with still nothing turning up I had to take the chance on the slim possibility the card had been knocked underneath something during my hasty exit. In the darkness I crammed a hand down low as I dropped to my knees, ass facing upwards in a shameless display I was too distracted to tone down, even as I crawled about and sent my white skirt bouncing at the apex of every spastic step.
"J-just a second..." I stuttered between thinly pressed lips, finding nothing and growing more certain by the second my card was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately I had no ability to even ponder where it could be now, as thinking in any kind of depth was well beyond my panicked mind's capabilities. All of this frenzy was greatly increasing my already pressing need for a bathroom, turning it from uncomfortable to uncontrollable and making it quite clear I had a very real limit on the amount of time I had left. None of this made it past my mouth as I kept searching in a vain effort for what I knew wasn't going to be there. "I um... I know I left it here..."
Freya made a soft sound of concern from behind me, where my butt was still bouncing with every hobbled crawl, ample cheeks jiggling hard under the soft tent of my skirt. I was heedless to the fact I was giving her a show even when she blurted out something in realization. "Oh, did you leave it on your desk?"
"Y-yes?" I replied without needing to think, confused enough by the query that I turned around and directed my phone light in her general direction. Sitting back on my heels to keep a hand secure but hidden between my thighs, I had to crane my neck back to look up at her in the doorway, and was briefly distracted from my agony as I beheld her from such an angle. From my spot on the floor her height was overwhelming.
Smiling with the delight of someone bearing very good news, Freya looked down at me like a merciful goddess from atop her heels, heaving chest almost blocking off a portion of her face thanks to my current perspective. My pain was nonexistent and my jaw slack as I looked up at her like an awestruck worshipper. "There's a good chance it got taken to lost and found then! Important things left in the open are picked up by janitors and dropped off there for safekeeping."
The news was a much needed second chance for things to actually work out the way I'd originally hoped. If my card could still be found and easily retrieved, then I had the chance to grab it quickly and get out of here before nature inevitably called. Invigorated enough to regain a far more secure hold on my bladder, I stood back up on my heels with only a tiny wobble.
"Where's the lost and found?" I asked quickly, feeling a great ocean inside of me slosh just from the shift back to a standing posture.
Defiant with my newfound hope, I didn't even wince to acknowledge it as the liquid settled back to pressing down on my pussy, throbbing against the exit as it had before. I wouldn't allow it to hold me under its control while there was still hope.
"Second floor, and I have access to the locker they keep things in. Usually you have to file a claim, but I trust you." Freya replied, taking her card out in preparation as I left my little cubicle to join her.
"Thanks! Let's hurry!" I said as I took the lead, grateful for the new information but not at all willing to deal with my discomfort a moment longer than necessary. At this point I could say without a doubt I'd never had to pee so badly in my entire life. Remembering that my companion had no idea about that, I quickly offered a joking explanation to justify my rapid steps, tossing a look over my shoulder I prayed was relaxed but cheery. "The dark is, uh, super creepy!"
"No kidding, I can't believe how different it looks from the day!" Came the easy reply, the other woman keeping pace with me easily thanks to her much longer legs. Just one graceful stride ate up a number of my less than confident steps. In the quiet following her response I took a glance in her direction, suddenly more aware than ever how grateful I was she'd made the offer to accompany me, and how fortunate I was to have her here with me now. Without her I never would have thought of the lost and found. What would have happened to me if I hadn't run into her before coming down? Would I have been left to search alone in the dark until the locks engaged? The very thought of facing this darkness alone, without her warm and comforting presence to guide me... Imagining such terror made it clear all my discomfort from hiding my predicament was already worth it thanks to what security she gave me.
The elevator came just as another spasm in my bladder cried out for my attention, challenging my ability to remain stone faced but not proving itself to be anything I couldn't handle. It was impossible not to feel a sense of victory as Freya scanned her card and keyed in the proper floor, her calm expression telling me I had locked down my secret like a pro, a feat I never would have thought shy little me could pull off. Granted I still had a very long way to go, but with things playing out like this I would probably be getting out of here before my needs got critical. I'd have my card, I'd be able to speed home and get relief, and I'd have this special little bonding experience with the woman I had such a potent crush on. Having to pee would be nothing more than a footnote when I looked back on this.
"It's been a while since I've checked out the lost and found, being the manager means everyone recognizes my stuff and brings it straight to me. But the security team that manages it is so diligent I know your card has to be there." Freya said as we dropped to the second floor. Wringing my hands on the rail to have something to soothe my need to squirm, I smiled and nodded in agreement, mind going blank when the rapid deceleration created a brief surge of pressure that I hadn't noticed on our last elevator ride. For a moment the full weight of my bladder felt as if it was pushed straight against the exit, and felt like the force of the elevator fighting momentum to stop its descent added additional gravity to just my body, specifically in areas that I really didn't need any increased strain. The pain was so intense that my surge of confidence briefly faltered. To comfort myself when the sensation ended I reasoned that I was only feeling it now, as opposed to our last ride, because I was less distracted by Freya than I had been before. I reassuringly told myself my need to pee couldn't be increasing that quickly, and I still had plenty of time to get everything done.
"I've never even been on this floor. Where do we go?" I said as the doors opened to show the dark second story of the building. It wasn't too different from our own setup, but I was happy not to waste time as Freya took the lead, guiding me past some cubicles and to a row of more traditional offices with their own doors. Walking as close as I could beside the other woman for safety, it was hard not to notice a growing epicenter to my discomfort that twinged with every step, its size and unfortunate location between my legs telling me it was the exit straining to keep up its hold. The tiny hole was struggling a bit more with every passing moment, something I assured myself still wasn't a problem considering the speed of our progress, and just an uncomfortable inconvenience. With the light on my phone I made out a number of official looking names and titles on shiny plaques, all of which I scanned to occupy myself as we walked. Anything but my painful need was a welcome thought.
"Should be right in here... Oh gosh, someone left this door open!" Freya said as a single tug on the knob swung the door outwards, surprising me enough that I lurched backwards with a squeak. Something hot blossomed in my panties at the movement, making me choke down a gasp of horror as my hand dropped on instinct, the light of my flashlight spiraling chaotically as my phone ended up between my legs whilst my body clamped down for unified resistance. New wetness made the center of my panties cling to my pussy as droplets I prayed were sweat tickled the inside of my upper thighs, making my eyes go wide in panic even as I regained control. By the grace of a usually unkind God my boss didn't turn and discover me with my hands between my legs, instead reading my reaction behind her back as innocent surprise while she calmly analyzed the situation. "It's not broken, someone just straight up forgot to close up. I'll have to call them on Monday for a serious chat, but at least the lockers are still secure."
Removing my hands from my sandwiched thighs so I could walk, I followed her with speed borne far more from anxiety than before, finding my heartbeat to be a rapid hammering against my ribs. Adrenaline was surging through me like it never had before, to the point where I was almost dizzy with alarm. Thankfully the lockers she'd described were clearly marked for their respective floor, enabling me to point out our own in a hurry. "This one?"
Checking where I'd aimed my phone and my light, she nodded in confirmation, taking another burden off of my mind for a heavenly moment of relief. It was here, we'd made it and what I needed simply had to be here. "That's for everything found on our floor, yup. Just let me scan my card..."
There was a strange and embarrassing urge to shift my weight to each foot as she opened the locker, and I almost gave in during the brief window where her back was turned, wanting so badly to do the silly little dance if it meant just a little less pressure for my pussy to deal with. Getting to a bathroom as soon as we were done here would be my greatest priority, even if I didn't want to admit that I would be in very real trouble otherwise. The very idea of not making it bordered too much on absurdity for me to accept it. Despite my own situation I was convinced grown women simply didn't pee themselves, they held it no matter what, especially in the presence of their gorgeous boss. Keeping my legs crossed the few agonizing seconds it took her to open the locker, I watched with wide eyes as it was opened and caught a bright plastic sheen the moment she was out of the way, its size and color unmistakable even in the dark.
"There it is!" I cried out in near jubilation, tears threatening to turn me misty eyed as I snatched up the little blue piece of plastic and hugged it to my chest. A familiar number beneath my name was as welcome a sight as a treasured friend, and made it abundantly clear the card was mine. Everything had indeed worked out just fine. "Thank goodness..."
Looking over me whilst I shamelessly embraced the little rectangle, Freya cast a glance inside the locker and whistled in awe at the contents. "Good Lord, this thing is bursting. I'll also have to remind everyone else this exists, seems your not the only one!"
Though her word choice struck a very sensitive nerve, I realized when she said it that I had barely noticed the bulging amalgamation of jackets, mugs and knick knacks in my fixation on my credit card. My lack of interest hadn't changed now that I had what I needed safely in my hand. While I did feel a reflexive touch of pity for all the poor souls missing their things, my only focus now was getting out of here, to the point I could barely feign interest in anything else as I slipped the card back inside my little purse.
"Sure. Let's get out of here for now though, I'm sick of the dark!"
Clicking the locker shut, Freya made a soft chuckle of what sounded like agreement, moving with some additional speed but not as much as would have been ideal for me. There was no way I'd tell her to ever speed up, but it was hard not to feel the prickle of impatience down my spine as she went back to the door at a regular pace. Only my continued need to hide my desperation kept me from bounding ahead. In fact, the moment we parted ways I'd probably take off like I never had before, and I would absolutely be driving as fast as the law allowed to get home. As she reached for the handle I did a quick series of calculations in my head, running through how long each step of the way would be on my journey home. To my relief, I reasoned I would be safely back at my own apartment comfortably within the window of time I presumed I had left until-
And ominous click of the lock shattered my internal scheduling. |
Second to last post! Things get a little more steamy in this portion, but we still have one final section before our grand finale. Please let me know what you think in the comments, I'm always looking to improve my writing!
"What's wrong?" I gasped on reflex, going around to see Freya holding a knob that was frighteningly locked in place. Heart going stone cold still at the sight, I looked to her face in distressed pleading for an answer, not bearing to accept what I was seeing and hoping I was hallucinating things in my plight. Lovely waves of red hair swept wildly over her shoulders as she threw a glance back to me.
"Oh... Nothing! Card is just being a pain. One second..." she explained in a hurry, ordinarily in control voice twinged with enough worry to set my heart back to hammering. Between my bulging bladder and the immediate torrent of fear I felt certain I was about to burst at that very moment under the strain of it all. Trembling enough that the beam of light from my phone did the same, I watched with nonexistent hope as the panel beside the door was swiped by the identification card, only for it to buzz out disapproval and flash red in rejection. Tears misted my vision at the sight.
"Why isn't it opening?" I said as unrestrained worry cracked my voice, watching her attempt another swipe only to get the same results. Shoving a hand down on reflex and rubbing my thighs together at the surge of desperation that came from my panic, I felt the wetness of my panties more clearly than ever against my pussy, and I had to pray the dampness came from sweat. It would hardly be a stretch to imagine I was leaking now though, as the tight ball of my bladder felt more like a solid stone of agony my body could barely contain, and the idea of droplets squeezing out was quite feasible. At that thought of dripping my way to a full accident the horrible reality of the situation dawned on me. Without a way out, we'd be stuck in here for God knows how long, and I'd barely had minutes to spare when everything had been going to plan. Now my prospects were looking far... damper. My voice almost cracked with emotion again as I continued to try and hope for Freya to save us with a surprise idea or tool of hers. "You have access to everything, right?"
"I do! I mean, I should, unless..." she drifted off and took a much closer look at the panel, and whilst her back was turned I began to shift my weight between my trembling legs, going back and forth in an anxious little jig to have some kind of relief. It was of little help when I saw the unthinkable captured by my shaking phone light; fear on her always unshakable expression. "Ah, this isn't great."
"F-Freya?!" I cried out in hopeless agony, voice so strained it barely made a whisper despite my frenzy. The details of whatever she was about to say mattered little to the conclusion I'd already arrived at. The door wasn't going to open, we were the only people in the whole building, and there was no other way out of this tiny room and certainly no toilet or privacy within. I could feel sweat gathering in fat beads on my body as my breathing grew fast and labored, the inevitable end of this nightmare dawning on me with agonizing clarity. Without a way out I'd eventually be forced to pee where I was, and right now I was in a very small room with my beautiful boss as a witness... Hell itself couldn't have come up with a more torturous punishment.
Still not looking at me, Freya began fiddling with the panel as she talked, backside jutting out like a shelf as she bent down to be eye level with the source of our current imprisonment. While the sight of her ass presented without a hint of modesty ordinarily would have dropped me to the floor, as it was I was too far gone to see much of anything in detail, my fear and desperation making me feel like the world was somehow moving on and leaving me frozen in time. Even her voice was little more than a muffled echo on the edge of my perception. "I'm thinking... When we had our last upgrade not all the units were able to handle the new program, so they were left out to be added later. This must have been one of them, so my card is useless here."
"We're stuck?! Forever?!" I gasped in terribly dramatic fashion, the pain and humiliation of my predicament so great I couldn't control the volume of my voice. Our imprisonment may as well have been forever with how critical my need for a bathroom was; in fact, just these few additional seconds of waiting were far more than I had to spare. Even with the most optimistic of attitudes it was impossible not to realize I'd be wetting myself before I could even hope to reach a toilet, no matter how hard I tried to hold it. There was just too much to keep in for any significant length of time, despite how terribly I wanted it to stay inside of me. The mere thought of how inevitable it all was made me sniffle in preemptive humiliation. Whitened knuckles marked a frantic grip on my pussy through my skirt that was almost painful, the numbed tips of my fingers sealing the exit to the best of their ability, but they were hardly going to be able to keep it up forever. Beneath them my urethra ached to open and let the floodwaters descend, a desire the most forbidden parts of my mind echoed with glee, so much glee in fact it was hard to keep pretending I would have a say in the matter after my little hole reached its physical limit. The speed of all this physical development was greatly enhanced by my recent loss of hope.
"No! Definitely not... I just need to get a hold of someone who can get us out. Worst case scenario; the night guard shows up for his shift in about an hour." Freya said as she gave up on swiping her card through the panel. Barely visible frustration on her beautiful features vanished in a single breath, replaced by a certain smile in sync to her turning around on the spot and standing tall. As was so often the case when things got rough, she kept her outward appearance confident to reassure those around her, despite me being her only company. No matter her intent, the agony of having her eyes on me was immediate. In the nick of time I withdrew my hands from my skirt, and in the same movement I was crossing my legs to replace the lost pressure in a manner I prayed was inconspicuous, though it wasn't nearly as effective as using my fingers. I turned my head to hide the tears dotting the edges of my eyes to ensure there was no trace of struggle, still determined to hide my desperation at all costs.
While her efforts were appreciated, there was no solace in any of them, especially her promise for our rescue. An hour was several times over again the amount of time I had left at best. Every bit of strength and willpower in my body working in tandem would still see me having an accident in a quarter of that much time. What would Freya do when that happened? My infatuated heart almost broke at the very real possibility of her being disgusted with my weakness, as I knew no amount of easygoing attitude could allow such a successful woman to look past a juvenile loss of control like an accident. Being in my office clothes would only make it worse, thanks to my pretty white skirt offering no way to hide a stream and being right in the line of its fire. The only way to save it would be to, even more unthinkably, squat down and pull it away from my release when the time came. My pristine cotton panties were already a lost cause and would probably be worse by then...
My voice was a soft whimper of crushed defeat in the darkness. "An hour? Oh no..."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't even think before I closed the door behind me..." Freya apologized, her gentle tone stinging because I knew it was destined to change the moment she became aware of my predicament. To think I'd been so close to getting out of here dry and being able to look back on this as a precious bonding moment between us... I'd never been foolish enough to believe she'd ever have feelings for me in a million years, but a nice and cordial work friendship would have been a lovely prize. Hard throbbing in my pussy mocked me with how my image in the eyes of the other woman was soon going to be so damaged I'd never be able to fix it, and as the sweat on my body thickened with every moment I had to wonder just how much longer I had until hitting my limit. No matter what the answer was, time was hardly passing like it was supposed to, and I felt more like I was in a torturous alternate reality than an office.
Seeing my uncontrolled expression of terror, my unknowing boss smiled sweetly in reassurance as she took out her phone, soft blue eyes catching just enough light to let me see the kindness I didn't deserve within. A fear of the dark or an aversion to cramped spaces of some kind was probably all she chocked up my reaction to be. "Let me get to work on some phone calls real quick, and I'll see if I can get us some help."
"O-okay." I croaked with just enough volume to be heard, backing up to give her and myself much needed space. As soon as her phone was out and her back was turned I ceased paying much attention to Freya or anything outside my own thoughts; which were quickly consumed until nothing but my need for a toilet remained. Knowing I'd never get out in time didn't just humiliate me, it created some terrible, forbidden temptation to just take control and find relief in a corner. It would be mortifying, crass, and undignified sure; but at least I would be in charge. The alternative was fighting until I couldn't anymore and peeing down my own legs in hopeless denial... Just the strain of being forced between these two awful choices made me want to cry again, and it occured to me I'd never been in a situation that more perfectly exemplified what it meant to be between a rock and a hard place. Turning my own back to my boss, I let my face twist into a grimace of pain and humiliation, my hands dropping once more to wedge between my thighs. Their added strength would at least buy me a little more time.
Without the distraction of conversation or movement there was nothing to keep me occupied, leaving me to experience the full force of the unpleasant sensations in my body for the first time. Every agonizing little detail registered with perfect clarity, inside and out. My bladder was large enough to create a prominent swell on my midsection, which jutted out ridiculously on my usually flat tummy as its cargo sloshed about. The overburdened organ was so sensitive it begged for the removal of all outside pressure, even the light push of the thin elastic band atop my skirt. Obviously that wouldn't be happening... Holding the swell with one tender hand, I used the other to burrow deeper between my thighs and block the exit using my own fingertips as a seal. Sweat from my exertion greeted my fingers as they tunneled beneath my skirt, my wrist straining as I contorted like a pretzel to fit all of my hand between my thighs. Not heeding the pain, I kept my focus on blocking the tiny hole that would soon give in, an inevitability made even more apparent by how incredibly wet my panties were on contact. The cotton must have been soaking up everything, allowing its greedy fibers to drink to the point of saturation.
To my greatest horror of all, the wetness was obviously not just from accidental tinkles. A few droplets of urine mixed with the sweat of my exertion made it damp as expected, but the slickness of arousal was thick and plentiful over the pronounced mounds of my pussy. Hot lubrication was almost dripping through my panties, showing no sign of stopping and making it nearly impossible for me to lock my hand over the exit without slipping.
"Thea?"
The gentle whisper reminded me I still had an audience to contend with, and I held back a keen while lifting my phone to mime casual scrolling. Despite our imprisonment I was determined to keep up my act, even with no chance of escape. Knowing it was a futile effort made me no less willing to share my predicament. Strained as could be, I tilted my head in vague acknowledgement of her presence, voice barely more than a croak as I replied. "Y-yes?!"
"Is something wrong?" Freya asked from behind me, heels tapping softly against the carpet as she took a few steps. I didn't need to turn around to figure out she was approaching. The proximity awakened a new kind of fear in me; one quite akin to a vulnerable prey animal caught in the open. Like that helpless animal, I froze, save for the mindless scrolling of my thumb on my phone screen to maintain my illusion. Her voice was a gentle whisper just behind me. "Is there something wrong that maybe is a little... private?"
Every word was a blow to my already pitiful confidence, but her last hit my entire being like a truck, shattering my world around me. Spinning my upper body around, I pulled slick fingers from my crotch and tried to let my skirt fall into place naturally, praying the white fabric didn't betray me. Heat from a few additional droplets seeking an escape forced my legs together like a vice, leaving me in a position so ridiculous and suspicious that if my desperation hadn't already been obvious, it had to be like a fireworks display now. Not that I was capable of doing anything better.
"It's... I just never got to have dinner!" I croaked out with something that only resembled a smile. Heavy sweat tickling a path down my nose didn't help me hold still, in fact, enduring the delicate touch atop every other struggle all but broke me on the spot. Determination born from delirium, and an inconvenient infatuation with her, were all that kept me from confessing. All of that together forced me to keep acting and to stand in a manner far less likely to arouse suspicion. The posture required leaving my narrow back facing my boss whilst I drummed up another excuse. "And I don't like the dark... And I'm c-claustrophobic."
The hopelessness of it all hit me like another wave of urgency to pee. Even with my back to her my pose and rigid posture made it abundantly clear something was wrong, and the hand I now needed between my legs wasn't especially hard to spot, making it quite easy to guess what the source of all the fuss was.
"You don't have to be embarrassed." Came the gentle voice again. Biting my lip from the pain of another spasm on the tiny hole I was relying on, I felt heavy tears fill my eyes to the brim, certain she would change her tune in the seconds left before she figured everything out. What would she be like then? How would I endure the humiliation of having a captive and disgusted audience? Most importantly, would she ever want to see me again?
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
I jolted with such force that a new burst of warmth blossomed in my panties for a single instant.
"O-of course not!" I cried out in a harsh tone made all the more jarring by how much it contrasted with the gentle words spoken just moments before. Twirling halfway to face her, I let a few tears fall as the not so tiny leak allowed a few hot droplets to roll down my thighs. They hadn't even reached my knees when the other woman looked to me with obvious but good natured pity.
"Thea, it's alright." Freya said in a still caring voice, her tone and expression soft and compassionate despite everything telling me she should have been anything but. I'd mentally prepared myself to endure whatever well deserved dressing down had to have been in my future, so to be met with this sweetness was... almost worse. Why wasn't there any of the disgust I'd expected in the dim white light reflecting off her eyes? Taking another step towards me, she spoke a little more plainly, but with genuine care as if her words would hurt me if they came out too fast. "If we're going to be in here a while you can just go in the corner-"
My bladder spasmed at the suggestion as if it were intent on forcing me to take the offer. Such enthusiasm made it the one part of me that didn't recoil in absolure horror when I processed what was being suggested. "No, I could never!" I keened in humiliated refusal, the very thought of it all drawing heat to my face quickly and intently enough to turn select parts of me a pretty pink. Wrestling control back to whatever dignified part of me still remained, I blocked out the fact I'd just been told to pee in a place that wasn't a toilet by the woman I adored and who would be present for the very act she was suggesting. No part of me was able to handle a reality where such a thing could happen, and that probably would have been the case even if I wasn't bursting. Swallowing hard and faking a smile, I used every ounce of willpower in my tiny body to stand normally and face her with a weak expression of mock calm. Tightly clamped legs begged to jiggle for some modicum of relief after every word. "It's not that bad, I mean. I'll be absolutely fine until we figure this out."
Furrowed brows and a thinning of her plump lips told me she was unconvinced. Of course; how could anyone fall for my pathetic attempt at acting? Even in the low light I was sweating like a marathon runner, and my body was twisted in a clamp over my pussy, not to mention my constant crotch grabbing... By the grace of a rarely merciful universe she didn't look willing to argue despite the obvious lie.
"If you say so. Just... it's okay if you change your mind, alright?" She said, picking out her words carefully after the pause. For my own sake I had to pretend I still didn't know what she was talking about, and kept my fake smile going as I nodded in a comical bob of my head. The instant she turned I inhaled and sighed a stabling breath, quiet as could be, before catching sight of a chair I'd missed in my earlier turmoil. Knowing it was easier to hold it while sitting, I hobbled over in a heartbeat. Pressure like a tsunami crashing to the shore sloshed inside of me, but numbed fingers found and sealed the exit while my butt settled on the plastic chair, allowing me to slouch down and open up a few precious millimeters of space for my bladder to fill. The tiny hint of relief was like a gift from God.
A second phone flashlight was activated before me, surprising me enough that I tried to figure out what Freya was doing as she set it up on a desk and aimed the beam at the door, illuminating the entire expanse of old wood keeping us prisoner. From my perspective the beam doubled as a beacon in the night to transform her body into a spectacular display. Her thick figure moved with slow calculation in the white light, and despite all my suffering I was drawn to watch by an almost magnetic pull, my eyes tracing the hypnotic contrast between the white phone light dancing across her curves and the pitch black of her surroundings. I forgot about questioning her activity in the blink of an eye. When she bent to be eye level with the lock I soaked in the view like a wilted flower beneath a much needed rain, and the irony of such a massive thirst now of all times mattered little as I acted on what it did to me.
Numbed fingers still buried in my panties found themselves moving again, initially in clumsy twitches, then in determined laps about the front of my soaked underwear. Each passing loop closed in tighter on my slicked up clit. A mix of pee and my own arousal allowed my touches to glide without resistance over soiled fabric, and growing shamelessness made me all the more eager to take advantage of this. Having a full bladder was proving to be the greatest aphrodisiac I could have asked for, the pressure of my internal ocean squishing up against my clit and pussy to bring heat and delight I hadn't appreciated until now. Somehow masturbating was actually buying me time, as if my slit could only handle the demands of one primal need, which encouraged me to rub harder to ease multiple tensions at once.
Dropping to one knee, Freya kept up her diligent work, back turned so that she was blind to my debaucherous enjoyment of her perfect body and how my need to pee made it so much better. Wetness so considerable it got through my skirt to the chair beneath me only made it that much easier to pleasure myself, but I kept my movements tight and restrained to the wrist pumping my fingers, a tiny fragment of self control reminding me to avoid drawing attention. Had it not been for that lingering dignity I probably would have spread my legs and given in to all temptation, including my desire to relieve myself. Oh, the very thought of letting it all gush out onto the chair while I rubbed my clit and enjoyed all of Freya's bountiful hips and ass in her tight skirt... But certainly she'd hear me and turn around, wouldn't she? I'd be a sopping mess of piss and arousal, my once pristine white skirt sagging beneath the weight of it all while I desperately rubbed out all the tension I'd been building, and yet the idea of her seeing me in such a state was far from a deterrent. Biting my lip was the only way to stop a needy whimper from bursting out at the thought.
"I'm going to try something with the lock, hold on..." Freya said, now on her knees in the dim light. Briefly startled but too horny to think clearly, I only paused for a moment to ensure she wasn't looking before I continued. The quick break let enough clarity build for me to finally put together the obvious; the thought of having an accident in front of her was thrilling. Such humiliation was arousing like nothing had ever been before, even with how ridiculous it was to think she'd ever react with anything but horror to see me piss myself in the middle of masturbating. Logic barely made a dent in my thought process. While this had started more as a last ditch effort to hold it, it was now a foray into forbidden kinks and delights my coherent mind would have never entertained, though keeping myself from having an accident was still a nice bonus. All of my body remained still to hide my efforts, save for the still dedicated pumping of my hand into the hot wetness of my pussy through the fabric of my skirt and panties. How lovely it would be for her to take part if I did start peeing myself, her beautiful face looking up at me while she kneeled before this chair for better access, her hands taking hold of my delicate ankles to spread them and encourage my stream-
"I don't suppose you have a hairpin do you? Ah, never mind..."
Debauchery once again came to a halt at her voice, though this time I felt a flare of dissatisfied frustration at having lost so lovely a train of thought. Freya was still in front of the door, but once again didn't turn around after answering her own question, instead reaching up to run her fingers through her great waves of red hair. Making a small sound of satisfaction, she pulled forth an object so tiny I wouldn't have known what it was if she hadn't mentioned it previously. Twiddling it between her fingers like a tiny treasure, she spoke over her shoulders in a tone as amused as it was sincere.
"There's always a few lost up there."
When she turned back to the lock I heard a barely perceptible metallic scraping, akin to a key turning a lock but far more delicate and with strange clicking to accompany it. Befuddled enough to momentarily forget how busy I'd just been, I had to blurt out the only question that seemed to explain what I was seeing.
"Are you... Are you picking the lock?"
An amused and devious chuckle replied first, and she sounded so incredibly proud of herself as she answered in depth, her shoulders rotating in calculated circles as her hands worked with a level of dexterity I never would have guessed she'd be capable of. It was a sight so illogical I struggled to accept that I wasn't just hallucinating; few people probably had such a skill, and fewer still that were anything like Freya. My awe made me quiet as a mouse while she talked. "It's a lot easier than it looks. The system may be advanced, but the mechanism is as simple as they come, almost like having all that high tech equipment is a huge waste of money when it isn't used right..."
Gasping a quick sound of eager approval after an especially loud click of release, she continued to work her magic, and seemed to find a delightful rhythm as she did so. Humming out a barely audible tune, she shifted her shoulders in time to every swell of the tempo, taking on a persona that was familiar but so different from her usual self at the same time. All of her usual confidence was there, but now she had an aura of daring about her, though perhaps said change was just the result of my own perspective. Seeing her demonstrate a skill many would have called errant or unruly just got my fingers working again between my legs. I'd never once been attracted to behavior that wasn't upstanding, but then I'd never been close to peeing myself in a locked room, had I?
"Shit, broke it." A dissapointed voice announced, and a split hairpin went flying over her shoulder. Combing her hair with her fingers, she reassured me as she brushed through the thick locks in a search for more, her voice distracted but no less sincere for it. "Hold on, plenty more where that came from."
I was already rubbing again by the time she had a new pin in her hand. Here was a woman who seemed to truly have an answer for everything, and being so close to her in such a perilous situation was awakening new parts of me that I was delighted to discover, especially as my hand worked beneath the loop of my skirt to gain more direct access to my sopping panties. Fabric soaked well beyond salvaging met my eager fingertips, and I blindly started to rub in a sloppy bid for more raw pleasure. A kind of deep instinct told me the masturbation was the only thing keeping my entrance from opening then and there. It was a strange realization to have, even knowing from past experiences how impossible peeing was when aroused, but I embraced the buzz of exertion in my pussy nonetheless.
"Please, please, please..." I chanted on whispered gasps, far too silent to hear but resonant enough to feel the rythym every time the word passed my lips. Any outcome would have been acceptable in that moment. If she opened the door and I made it to a toilet, I'd be just as pleased as I would be wetting myself right there, so long as she was here to be a part of it. In the fog of lust, it was hard to believe she wouldn't be. I was so turned on by my desperate and heated state, it was so easy to imagine her feeling the same, and then taking advantage of my attraction towards her. Oh, I'd submit entirely to her without hesitation... Picturing my piss soaked legs spreading to allow her access to my pussy made the raw delight beneath my fingers and within my throbbing walls intensify to a hot coil I knew was the build-up to an orgasm, albeit one more powerful than any I'd ever experienced before. Panting harder, I slipped beneath the soaked fabric of my panties for even more gratification, wanting nothing more than the bliss of release however I could get it.
"Got it!" |
At last, the finale! Sorry it's a bit late, had to polish it up! Please let me know what you think in the comments!
A loud and victorious cry hit my ears like a siren song, tempting me with what had to be too good to be true.
"R-really?" I gasped out from my chair, fingers still in direct contact with my soaked pussy as I whiplashed back to the real world. It sounded far too good to be true, to the point where I was momentarily certain I had slipped into hallucinations. Seeing Freya stand tall and turn the knob certified that I was indeed in the realm of a wonderful reality.
All at once, I pulled my hand free of my panties, leaving them askew over my pussy to reveal more than a little tender pink. Uncaring as I tossed my damp skirt back into place, I hobbled up on a surge of unimaginable adrenaline, riding the high of my almost orgasm to a newer kind of ecstasy. The very possibility of going in a toilet was the second wind I needed to hurry beside my miracle worker boss. My crush just might have turned to love as she opened the door.
"Yes, let's go!" she said quickly, moving out of the way for me. There was an unspoken permission for me to go first, and I took it with all the gratitude one could give, triumphing over my bladder at every step. Though I'd had to resort to some... questionable practices, I had emerged from the room more or less dry. Slickness between my legs hardly mattered in the face of what I'd managed to keep inside!
Without a word, Freya took the lead, and suddenly I understood something else without needing to ask. She was guiding me to the bathroom; I could tell because the layout was similiar enough for me to put together our destination. That meant she knew I had to go, but at this stage, what did that matter? I did have to go, and I was far more okay with her knowing that if it meant relief was moments away. My askew panties rubbed across my heated pussy with every step, and though I was slick with sweat the sensation didn't bother me in the slightest. I didn't even need to grab myself in the wake of it all; I was going to make it!
Freya got her card out as we reached the bathroom doors, and my eyes actually grew misty at the sight of the sign gleaming in bright LED lights. Never again would I take a toilet for granted. Rubbing my thighs together as the initial burst of adrenaline began to fade, I watched my hero of a boss run her ID through the scanner. "We can use the bathroom over here, I just need-"
A blinking red light and a buzz of rejection nearly crushed me on the spot. Sobbing in defeat, I felt a high powered spurt escape me on the spot, spraying my inner thighs with what had to be a million hot droplets of pee. My hands shot to the fork of my legs and shoved my skirt in with them, dampening the white fabric to an undoubtedly obvious degree. Not that it mattered anymore; I was out of hope. A second blossom of wet heat against my fingers drew another quiet sob of defeat past my lips.
"Motherf- really!? This whole floor must not recognize my ID!" Freya exclaimed, more frustrated than I'd ever seen her as she grabbed the knob and started to shake the door. Though her effort was valiant and well appreciated, the entrance didn't budge, making it clear there was no hope of getting in. I'd have collapsed to the floor if my knees weren't locked together in such a vice.
I started to become incoherent once again, the ocean of piss surging down against the exit overwhelming me with needs making it quite clear I was no longer in charge. My fingers were almost numb from squeezing myself so tightly for so long, and in the mess of wet heat it was impossible for them to get a solid grip regardless. A few tears slipped down my flushed cheeks as I made sounds I barely understood. "Oh no... Ahhh... Ah... I can't... I..."
"The elevator system will definitely kick me out too!" Freya said in frustration, holding her chin in rapid and tense thought as she refused to give up. The dedication was truly appreciated, but I knew it would be ending soon. I probably had seconds left before it all came gushing out, and there was no way she'd remain supportive after a full blown accident. I'd probably have to submit my resignation out of shame... Another burst of tears trailed down my face in time to a number of hot droplets cascading down to my ankles in ticklish trails.
A solid but gentle grip on my arm made me snap my watery eyes open in a panic, and I found myself looking into an expression of pure determination. Freya's beautiful locks perfectly framed her face as she spoke to me with all the motivation one could give in so few words. "If the lockers responded to my card- No time to explain, let's hit the stairs!"
"Stairs?" I gasped as another spurt hit the fabric in my palms, turning it more soaked than damp. Not wanting to hope in the face of such overwhelming desperation, I couldn't even bring my lower body to move at first, thinking perhaps she just didn't realize how little time I had left. I could almost feel the floodgates preparing to give way...
"I can access the bathroom on our story, so if we can get to the fifth floor in time you can use that one!"
Her use of in time did not go unnoticed. Nor did the fact that I'd raced up those stairs many times in the past, and the bathroom was just beside them... If I could just hold it another minute, this little mess would be all there was, and I'd get to have the greatest relief of my life. I knew in an instant it would be the longest shot of all, but in another I realized there was nothing for me to lose. I quite literally had no other options. Biting my lip and dizzy from the insanity of it all, I found the strength to nod and clamped down one final time, intent on giving my all in one final rush to release. Either I'd make it, or I could never show my face in this building again...
"Okay!" I squeaked in the highest voice possible, barely able to get a sound out under the force of my strain. Each leg was like a lump of stone I had to swing forward initially just to move, taking impossibly ridiculous steps in my little heels as I tried to walk without once releasing the hold on my pussy. Sweat was apparent on every inch of me now, and I felt almost certain I had gained the same amount of cardio as a marathon runner in the short amount of time I'd been here. Had this nightmare truly begun as just a simple errand?
Freya having her hand on my arm eventually gave me the strength and motivation I needed to take off at something like a run the entire short trek to the stairs. Swiping her card and getting the green light, she opened the door for me once again, moving with an urgency that suggested she knew quite well what was on the line. Thankfully I didn't have the mental space to comprehend such things as I faced the dimly lit stairs. Each was like a mountain in its own right, but in my now instinctive rush to pee somewhere appropriate, I didn't feel too daunted. Every moment came and went as a challenge of its own. Still biting my lip, I prayed an incomprehensible plea for mercy as I hobbled forth at top speed.
The first step was a gauntlet in and of itself, from the strain of lifting my leg to the agony of bouncing upwards, it all sent my bladder spasming hard enough to draw endless whimpers from my open and panting mouth. By the second I was seeing white, but my body kept going. Each individual stair made my bladder bounce and my urethra strain in turn, but I kept going until I reached the top of the first flight of stairs, ignoring how a draft was now impossibly apparent between my wet inner thighs.
An audible trickle pattered against cheap tile as I was halfway up the second batch, and I keened as more struggled to come out. The war between myself and my bladder was finally at its peak, and in the closing stretch to be perfectly ill timed. Thin rivulets danced down my thighs in uneven intervals. Freya coached me every step of the way, giving me the strength to keep fighting even as the distance to go seemed to only increase in length. I realized with a cry that the floor I needed might as well have been a hundred miles up for how impossible it felt to reach it. My lifetime of shyness was proving unable to conquer my primal needs in the final push, and a second trickle down my thighs seemed to prove that.
I wanted to cry as the reality hit me; I wasn't going to make it. The struggle was just too much, I was too tired, and it all had to come out sooner rather than later. A tiny slip of my heel on one of my own little puddles sealed my fate.
A solid gush of pee, albeit brief, made me stop at the apex of one of the last floors I'd needed to climb. Wobbling where I stood, I concerned Freya enough she got behind me on the spot, but her efforts only put her in the last place I wanted her to be. A second gush surged out without force to hiss as it did so, and on instinct I pulled my skirt free of the line of fire, despite it already being soaked everywhere I had been holding it. My sopping panties, still askew, now offered no resistance to my bared pussy. From her vantage point my boss could see everything from floor to ass as I surrendered to it all.
There was a burst of warmth as a waterfall began to cascade freely to the floor, my thighs parting in welcome as I was hit with the one thing release had to give; *euphoria*. My tears stopped in their tracks and my mouth opened wide in a moan of solid pleasure, and I tilted back my head to sing out the relief as my hair clung to my sweat soaked forehead.
The hiss of my urination was almost dwarfed by the spattering as the high power stream met solid tile, and soon after the trickling of the flow down the stairs joined the sounds echoing in the stairwell. Anyone several floors up or down could have clearly heard the orchestra of sounds I was making in that moment.
"Ahhhh... Ah..." I sighed in delight, stooping over an inch to push and help it come out faster. Despite the speed some of the gushing pee split off from the main stream to run down my legs, tickling them with hot and wild rivulets that raced down my thighs and calves to drip down my heeled sandals. I could smell the warm and well hydrated rush on every breath. In the exhausted daze of it all, I rested my palms on my knees, getting a look at the waterfall I was creating on the stairs in the process. The pale cream tile made it obvious how far my release had spread even in the dim light, and how it was continuing to pool on each individual step before overflowing to the next. I could see the slow progress it was making all the way to the bottom...
Alongside my still very present, very watchful boss, who had a clear view of it all and was inches away from the flood.
On reflex I flinched, and my stream fluctuated in response though it didn't stop. Unable to keep it from surging, I tried to look over at Freya and explain myself or offer some kind of apology, but nothing was forthcoming. I was a blur of emotions that couldn't even look her in the eye as I tried to speak. "I-"
"Shhhhh."
There was reasurance in her shush, but it was undoubtedly just as much a command. A gentle finger pressed itself against my lips, and the contact was so thrilling I whined against it, my whole body trembling hard enough to briefly intensify the force of my stream. Something in the way she stepped to the top of the flight and looked down at me made it clear she approved, and whether that was most obvious in her lidded eyes or her encouraging coo couldn't have mattered less to me. Not even the impropriety or the absurdity of my crush showing blatant interest at what should have been my lowest moment mattered. I just wanted to please her as she whispered into my ear, standing back only so she could watch me. "Relax.... Keep going."
I obeyed without reservation, even if defiance still wasn't an option at fifty or so perfect capacity. My bladder continued to empty itself in good time, resulting in a powerful stream and a puddle so engorged I had to wonder how tiny little me had held it all in. Another glance revealed the waterfall had indeed made it to the bottom of the flight, and I surged with pride at the sight, biting my lip to contain a moan that would've echoed up and down the building.
At last, the flow began to fade as I neared completion. The pain and discomfort all went with the urine now somewhat sluggishly arcing to the floor, and I sighed in bliss as my bulging tummy finally returned to normal as well. Everything below my waist was a hot, wet mess but I'd never cared less. Even as the stream became a tinkle and the hissing dulled to a faint pattering I was nothing but satisfied.
"Good girl." Freya purred in absolute satisfaction of her own, watching as I obediently pushed to clear every last drop. I'd forgotten what emptiness felt like when, finally, I realized there was nothing else left in me. Though there was a considerable mess on me, I was drained, and the sensation was heaven in and of itself. I could barely see straight as I opened my eyes to look up at the larger woman observing me. She smiled at my expression of hazy bliss, chuckling to herself as she admired me and my impressive ocean.
"My, I bet that feels better." she teased, playful and sincere at the same time. No longer a prisoner to my needs, it occurred to me for the first time her reaction should have been... different. Even if not disgusted, she certainly shouldn't be looking at me with such open desire for peeing myself in what was technically her building. Yet at the same time I enjoyed it too much to care about what was proper.
"I... I couldn't hold it..." I mumbled plainly, still immobile from my stopped position in the center of it all. Only a slim shred of dignity got me to release the hold on my skirt, allowing it to fall back in place and expose the sizable patch of wetness where it had been pressed into my desperation earlier. My shoes hadn't fared much better, and were so soaked amidst the puddle I was hesitant to even take a step lest I risked tripping.
"I can tell. I really did try to get you to a bathroom, but I'll selfishly admit that this... this is a lovely turn of events. Well beyond what I could have hoped for when I bumped into you in the parking lot." Freya said dreamily, eyes glazing over a bit as she played the memory in her mind.
I was shocked into standing upright so quickly a few still clinging droplets were knocked free to patter into the puddle below. "You knew I had to go then?"
"Sweetheart, it was more than a little obvious. You were jiggling around like an overstuffed water balloon, and don't think I didn't notice you holding yourself." she said with a laugh, offering me a hand so I'd be balanced as I stepped away from the stairs. Wet footprints marked my progress, and when I stopped I found my delicate hand held more tightly in hers. Gently but passionately, she held my little palm up for inspection, revealing the wetness that wasn't all due to my accident. My face turned hot pink at her devious smile and subsequent revelation. "Or your little show in the lost and found..."
Knowing that my desperation fueled lust had not only been discovered, but enjoyed, made my heart hammer in my chest. Blushing a vibrant red, I tried to wonder if she'd just heard me or had actually snuck a glance as I'd worked furiously to delay my accident, and found my head too empty to hypothesize. All I could do was try to squeak out a reply in the face of such an inexplicable turn of events. "O-oh-"
"I think we both know you've been admiring me for some time. To avoid intimidating you, I held off, but this has made it quite clear..." she said, pausing to hold my hand closer and inhale the sweet scent of my efforts. My wet legs wobbled in the face of such a brazen act. Freya wanted me, and had been feeling such for a long time now, to the point she'd enjoyed the physical aspect of my desperation likely even more than I had. Looking me up and down like a true sight to behold, she confirmed my thoughts with a more blatant statement of facts. "We share some very common interests..."
"Yes..." I replied softly, still in a daze from the rush and revelations and exertion of the evening. Between being buffeted between so many different emotions and experiencing such carnal delights I had precious little energy left... Not to mention I still hadn't eaten.
"Why don't I take you to my office before you head home? You can clean up, and maybe we can discuss our weekend plans in greater depth, hm?"
It was obvious what she was implying, and I happily complied, unable to believe I'd only been expecting some idle time to myself at best. As I took my first new steps on her arm and left my now stilled waterfall behind, I looked forward to whatever she had planned. No matter what it might be, I knew one thing for certain, it would be very easy to go into work from now on. |
She wouldn’t let him go: the cab driver
Jackson hated driving in the city centre with its spaghetti junctions, complex one way systems and stopping every few minutes at more traffic lights, but what he hated even more than that was public transport. The thought of who had sat on the seat before you, who had coughed, sneezed or wiped all sorts in the area before you grossed him out. If he could only utilise chauffeur driven limos everywhere life would be dandy. In fact a private jet would be even better!
Yet this afternoon, try and he could, he couldn’t avoid having to be at a big meeting in the centre of the city. He needed to impress, in fact he tingled at the thought of shaking hands with certain people who would be there. Connections were everything in his game. Today mattered greatly.
Jackson smoothed his Valentino trousers and straightened his silk tie. If first impressions mattered he had this nailed. Finishing his coffee he placed his mug in the sink for the cleaner and picked up his laptop bag. Time mattered greatly and he smugly grinned as he thought how ingenious his plan to get a prestige private cab company to transport him was. He looked out from his wide full length windows as he waited for the cab to pull into the gated private car park.
It arrived right on time and Jackson gave his hair one last run through with his fingers as he stepped out the luxury cottage and into his own stoned driveway. He paused as he looked at the inconspicuous back cab and blinked as he saw something startling about the driver: she was female! Why this mere fact had never occurred to him as a possibility he didn’t know as he shook his head and climbed in. A female cab driver? Well as long as she got him to his meeting on time maybe it wasn’t such an issue after all. It wasn’t like he’d need to make conversation or anything.
Sitting back on the leather seat in the rear area he confirmed his destination before belting up and fishing out his phone from his pocket and a bottle of juice from his bag. He popped open the bottle of liquid and guzzled some as he scrolled through fresh emails. He may as well get comfortable as the journey would take at least an hour.
‘Off anywhere special then?’
‘Emmm. Yes. A very important meeting actually so please make sure I arrive on time. I have some work to do while you drive so would prefer not to be interrupted if that’s ok.’
‘As you wish sir.’
The journey continued in silence, only interrupted by the clicking of buttons on Jackson’s phone and the whooshing noise of emails being sent. At one point Jackson looked up and through the glass to the front of the cab as he saw the back of the drivers head and shoulders. The long shiny black hair that fell down softly on the drivers back reminded him that he was being transported by a female and the tender smaller hands he could see on the steering wheel and gears made him wonder just how old the driver might be. He hadn’t seen her face at all but her voice had definitely been firm but young sounding. He finished his bottle of juice and looked out the passenger window. Taking a moment to glance at his Apple Watch he was surprised to see he’d only been in the cab around ten minutes so far but a nagging thought he had forgotten to do something filled his mind. As he thought back to what he had been doing before leaving he still couldn’t work out what he might have forgotten.
Less than ten minutes later it hit him with a jolt: he hadn’t been to the toilet before leaving! How has he forgotten such a basic thing? Passing a sign for services with a picture of toilets had suddenly made him realise he could actually do with a visit to the gents. Sigh. He’d just go as soon as he got to the building in the city.
As the journey continued on the motorway Jackson passed the time on his phone reading through documents and attachments and sending yet more emails. He was becoming slowly more uncomfortable though and frustrated both at the time the journey was taking and his filling bladder.
‘How much longer? Are you sure you are going the quickest route?’
‘Another 40 minutes left sir. And yes this is definitely the most direct route. Don’t worry you won’t be late.’
Jackson sighed and crossed his legs at the ankle. He was a young, professional, important man and he certainly wasn’t going to be bothered by the fact he needed a piss. He returned to his phone and looked out the window at the traffic. Another 15 minutes past and Jackson was getting more restless. He wriggled in the leather seat, restricted greatly by the seat belt and rested one hand lightly at the top of his leg. Another minute later and he felt he needed to move again. Why had he not used his own toilet before leaving? He berated himself in his mind as he tried to think of anything other than toilets, urinals, water, or taps. He’d been bursting before now and always managed to hold on so this time would be no different.
‘We still on schedule? The traffic seems a bit heavier here.’
‘Yes sir.’
But no sooner had she spoken the words when the flow of traffic slowed and the cab trickled along at not much more than walking pace. Jackson pushed back in the seat as his bladder reminded him it was full. Used to being in full control of everything in life Jackson grimaced as the realisation that he couldn’t control the traffic or his own bodily need dawned on him. Not only that but this unnamed female had more control than he did right now. He tapped his foot in annoyance.
‘Damn traffic!’
‘You ok there sir? It looks like roadworks ahead but we should be moving faster again soon. I won’t make you late.’
‘So exactly how long until I get there? There’s definitely no quicker options?’
‘At least 25 minutes sir. Just relax. I won’t allow you to be late.’
It wasn’t the thought of being late stressing Jackson but he wasn’t going to admit what was, not to this female driver anyway. He wriggled forwards and looked in the internal mirror as the driver checked it simultaneously. Her striking blue eyes and long eyelashes looked right at him. There was something sexy and enticing about them but Jackson had much bigger things on his mind right now: he really needed to get to his destination. He really needed a piss!
Hoping the driver couldn’t see him fully Jackson slip his hand from the top of his leg more towards his dick. He longed to grab it, rub it, squeeze it even, but he really wasn’t sure what the driver could see in her mirror. Still his dick longed to release and if he didn’t touch it soon it might take matters into it’s own hands. He leaned forwards and rubbed himself as best as possible.
‘Do you drive this way often?’
‘Quite a lot yes.’
‘You’d know if there was something like, you know, any sort of service areas before we reach the centre of the city at all?’
‘Not from here on in, no sir. We are due to leave the motorway in around 15 minutes then it’s in town driving right to your destination.’
‘Oh.’
Jackson wasn’t sure what to say, or more so what to do. He moved again in the seat and tapped his leg faster. Should he say why he wanted to stop? Might that change things? He stared out the window lost in his own struggle of holding back and holding on. He tried crossing his legs but the seat belt was too tight. He stretched a leg out and fidgeted. The cab was moving but not anywhere near fast enough and his bladder was pulsating steadily. He was dying for a long and urgent piss. He slid a hand onto his dick and pressed down leaning forwards.
‘Sorry to bother you again mam.’
‘I thought it was you who didn’t want interrupted sir?’
‘Well yes. But things have...em...changed. It’s just...’
‘You won’t be late. I thought I told you that?’
‘Yes yes I know that! Sorry for snapping it’s just that...well I could really do with stopping somewhere if that was possible?’
‘Stopping? I thought you said you mustn’t be late?’
‘Yes that’s correct but I won’t be a few minutes. Are you sure there aren’t any services around here?’
‘Sir we leave the motorway at not this but the following exit and then you will be less than four miles from your destination.’
Jackson was getting more and more stressed. How much more obvious did he need to make it? Could she not see his squirming in the mirror, hear the tension in his voice, pick up the hints in his questions? Was she really so stupid he needed to spell it out?
‘Look I know that but I really need a fucking piss so would you fucking pull in somewhere so I can go!’
‘Sir please don’t speak to me like that! There’s nowhere to stop and if you continue with that language I will drive right past your destination and make you wait longer!’
‘Bitch!’
‘Right sir if you don’t quit this I will simply turn at the next junction and return you home! For your information, and for my security, I should now inform you that my in cab cameras have now been switched on and your words and actions are now being recorded. Please sit back and tone down your attitude and I shall get you to your destination as soon as possible.’
Jackson could feel his anger building but three small flashing red lights in the back of the cab warned him off saying any more. Instead he wriggled more and tried to hide the fact his hand was pressing on his crotch. Surely the driver wouldn’t actually turn around? Surely she would do exactly as he asked, demanded even, and pull in at the first available opportunity? Jackson wasn’t sure what stressed him more: the fact someone had control over him or the fact his bladder was about to burst into his one thousand pound suit! Tapping his food, bouncing on the seat and pressing his crotch hard he could feel his breathing getting shallower and his heart racing as his body fought harder to hold on.
Finally he heard the cab indicators clicking. Squirming uncontrollably now Jackson sat anxiously as his mind willed his body to wait.
‘Please can you pull in somewhere. I don’t know...a coffee shop, a burger place, anywhere! It’s getting to be a real emergency here!’
‘Sir you asked me to get you there on time and that’s exactly what I am doing. You surely aren’t going to tell me you can’t wait just four more miles now?’
‘For your information I’ve been waiting the whole damn journey! Now for the love of God woman would you get me somewhere to piss NOW!’
‘Sir quit your language! You hired me to get you somewhere and that’s exactly what I am doing. And I should remind you that you are being recorded. Might I add any damage to my vehicle will be invoiced directly to you and non payment could result in the release of the recorded evidence. I am sure neither of us wish that to happen do we?’
Jackson pressed both hands over his balls and dick as his dick shook with urgency to release. He rocked back on forth on the leather seat muttering to himself under his breath as the cab stopped at yet another red light. His hands frantically massaging, pressing and playing with his anatomy he couldn’t help but realise now how hard he was getting as he felt his entire penis swell with urine.
‘Ughhhh. Fuck! No!’
Jackson knew he was starting to lose it as the head of his penis moistened with warm urine and a spurt shot out uncontrollably.
‘Let me out! Let me out NOW!’
But the driver only laughed.
‘Sir can’t you see your destination right ahead? And right on time it seems.’
‘Shit. Shit. I can’t stop this. Fuck!’
The cab pulled in right at the front of the building as Jackson saw people he recognised and bent his head down.
With one hand he pressed to release his seatbelt and with the other he circled his dick with his hand and squeezed as hard as he could. Grabbing his bag he stood up in the back of the cab but as he pulled the door handle down he knew it would happen. Another spurt.
‘You bitch! I’m pissing myself because of you!!’
‘I think someone needs to work on their self control don’t you.’
Still with his hand clutching himself for dear life Jackson swore before sprinting inside swearing under his breath as urine continued leaking down his inside leg.
Meanwhile the driver smiled as she pulled out and headed home. |
Lea was a tall blonde girl in her early twenties. Her lower body showed lovely curves - her ass was firm and well-shaped, and her long legs had been the object of many boys' fantasies. She wouldn't have called herself chubby, though, as she had a thin belly and small breasts that gave her some sort of complex. But all in all, she was a good-looking confident young girl.
Lea was now approaching the end of her internship in a big pharmaceutical company. She had learnt many things and was a bit sad to leave all her colleagues. But on this day, she awoke happy: she was going to go in the lab for the first time of her life. One of her colleagues was looking for help to do some tidying and, as she had finished her internship report and didn’t have many things left to do, she happily accepted.
She arrived at the company early, parked her car and immediately ran into the colleague she would be helping in the lab. “Hey Lea”, he said, “want to take a coffee before we start?”. Lea accepted and they headed towards the break room. She hardly ever drank coffee, but today she made an exception as she wanted to be well awakened.
They then went to the changing rooms and her colleague explained all the procedure to her. “Put this hygiene cap on your head. Here, take this lab overall, go into a cabin and keep nothing but your underwear on.” Lea put on the cap, headed towards a cabin and, removed her T-shirt and her dark jeans. Here, wearing nothing but her white cotton panties, she couldn’t help but feel a bit silly. She then put the overall on. It was not exactly the definition of sexy, but it was definitely thrilling to do something else than paperwork. She then washed her hands as instructed and they were ready to enter the lab. “One last thing”, her colleague said, “your badge is not valid in the lab, so you’ll have to stay with me the entire time”. “No problem”, she answered. As if she would leave…
They entered in a labyrinth of corridors leading to production rooms. They turned left, and right, and left, and quickly Lea was not able at all to tell where they came from. Everything was bright and white as in a hospital. They walked for nearly five minutes, her colleague opening various doors with his badge along the way, until they entered what resembled an office. Well, it was an office, but you had to wear a lab suit to enter. And you were not allowed to drink, or to eat. So it was even less appealing than a regular office.
“Your mission, if you accept it”, said her colleague in a very bad impersonation of a famous movie, “will be to take those syringes (he showed her a big cabinet), mark them with the right number (he aimed at a paper on the table), put them in order and get them back on the cabinet. I’ll show you”. He opened the cabinet and revealed six shelves full of syringes piled topsy-turvy without any logic. “You take one syringe from the top (he picked one at random), look at its number, find it on the paper (he flipped some pages), mark the other number on it (he wrote something on the syringe) and then put it in the appropriate box. You think you can do it?”
The skills required for this task being reading, walking and writing, Lea found the question a bit insulting but answered nonetheless “Yes, no problem.” “I’ll pass the syringes to you and you’ll write”, he decided. The first two hours went on quite uneventfully, then Lea began to feel her bladder slowly filling. It seemed the coffee had gone through. It was not bad at all, though, and she asked her colleague in what she hoped was a curious and innocent tone: “what do the people working here do when they want to go to the toilet?”. “Well”, he answered, “they have to go through all the corridors, get changed and then they can go. We once had an accident in the lab and had to go through Stage Security.” Lea shivered at this mention, she well knew that Stage Security implied a decontamination of the whole lab ans she surely didn't want to be remembered as the girl responsible for that.
Time ticked by very slowly as she did the same thing over and over again. After what seemed an eternity, but was in reality 30 minutes, the twinge in her bladder was stronger. She now remembered why she hardly ever drank coffee: it had a strong effect on her bladder. She knew she would need to pee in the upcoming hour – nothing to really worry about, but definitely something to take into account. She pondered for twenty minutes, trying to gather the courage to ask her colleague for a break. A stronger wave hit her, and she had to cross her legs: it was more than time. She opened her mouth but simultaneously, an alarm signal triggered. Lea stood in panic, eyes opened wide, and her colleague put his head up. The signal fainted as quickly as it appeared. “Don’t worry”, he said, “I will go and see what is wrong. Don’t move from this office”. And he was gone.
Lea sat on her chair and evaluated the situation. She had to pee quite badly. Her full bladder was pounding with her heart and she had to cross her legs to hold her pee. She was now locked in this office, as her badge didn’t work, and didn’t know how long her colleague would be. She crossed her legs and tried to think about something else, but it was not easy.
Ten minutes after, her colleague still hadn’t shown, and Lea was now holding her crotch. Her desperation came in waves and she did everything she could to prevent herself from leaking. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, tapped her feet on the ground but felt the pressure build up even stronger as time passed by. “Oh my God, I’m gonna pee myself, please come back”, she thought. She even began to look around to see if there was anything to pee in, but to no avail.
The door suddenly opened and startled Lea, who turned instantly towards it. Then, to her dismay, she felt a spurt make its way out of her bladder and dampen her panties. She immediately crossed her legs and the newcomer, who appeared to be her colleague, told her “The situation is under control now (if only!) but we have to leave the lab. Please follow me”. Lea was not quite sure she would be able to get up without wetting herself, but she had no choice. She slowly got up and the biggest wave of desperation hit her. She doubled over as she felt another leak escape, dampening her panties even more and making them cling to her pussy. “What’s going on?”, asked her colleague. “Nothing”, panted Lea, “I banged my knee. Let’s get out of here”.
The return trip was excruciating for Lea. She couldn’t grab her crotch now that she was in full view of everyone, but crossed her legs every time they stopped. She felt herself leaking two or three more times and, when they finally reached the changing rooms, her panty was soaked. She didn’t dare looking if her lab overall was visibly wet but, as it was white, there was a good chance no one had noticed.
“That’s where we sever. I’ll see you outside”, her colleague said. Lea opened the door, hastily closed it behind her and, finally alone, could give her crotch a good grab. The situation was worse that she had expected: her lab suit was wet to the middle of her thighs and she still was dribbling a bit of urine in her panties. She took small, mincing steps towards her drawer and began fumbling with the padlock. She leant forward to unlock it and a wave of desperation like she had never experienced before hit her. She leant forward, hands pressed against her crotch, but could not prevent herself from peeing a good second in her panties. Now she knew she could not make it to a toilet. She hurriedly took her clothes with her and dashed to the nearest cabin.
Running had been too much for her distended bladder. She began peeing uncontrollably in her panties and could feel her urine pouring down her legs. She closed the cabin door as fast as possible, leaned against the wall, and enjoyed the bliss of letting go. She didn’t care that her hissing sound could be heard, or that her white panties were now completely see-through under her lab overall so that one could have perceived her pussy lips. She just peed, and peed, a pool of hot yellow liquid forming quickly under her foot. Then, the jet turned into a trickle and she came back to reality. What had she just done?
She cautiously unzipped her lab overalls, now completely sodden and clinging to her legs, revealing her now completely useless white panty. She took that off, too, and, completely naked, tried to mop the urine pool with the dry parts of the clothes. At least, she thought, Stage Security had been avoided. |
Hello everyone! This is my first story in a series I'm doing based off the girls from Hololive Productions. Let me know what you think and if there are any girls/groups from Hololive that you'd like to see written about.
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“Okayu~~~” The brunette dog-girl threw herself on the cat-girl waiting at the front door, showering the feline with kisses before being given the chance to react.
“Koro-san, you don’t have to do this every time I come over, you know,” Okayu said, returning Korone’s barrage of love with a simple kiss to the cheek.
“I know, but I have to because it’s Okayu.” The dog took her best friend’s hand and led her into her house and furthermore into her room. The first thing Okayu noticed upon entering was a game she hadn’t seen before on Korone’s TV.
“Bare Knuckle?” the cat questioned.
The dog nodded in response and noted, “It’s a Master System game! I was planning on playing it on stream tomorrow, but I want to play it with Okayu first.” Okayu smiled and sat down on the cushion laid out on the ground for them to sit on. “I’ll be right back,” Korone said as she turned and left the room. She had told Okayu to skip lunch, so she reveled in bliss as she thought about what yummy food she could’ve brought for them. At that same moment, she felt a small pang in her stomach. She realized she forgot to use the restroom before coming over, and she was very intent on not using someone else’s toilet for that sort of thing.
“Oh well,” she thought to herself, leaning back a little. She figured she’d just have to eat light today.
After a while, Korone came back with some tea, and furthermore with Okayu’s biggest weakness: onigiri. Various kinds too. Needless to say, her eyes sparkled with glee, but returned to normal when she remembered the state of her stomach. She’d have to pass, as much as it pained her. “Where did you get them, Koro-San?” She had decided to open up conversation to get her mind off her stomach.
“I made them! I’ve been working really hard to make these for you so I made lots. I hope you like them!” Korone’s smile was blinding as she sat down next to her friend. All the while, Okayu’s heart sank from the gravity of the situation she’d just been put in. She knew Korone always gets hurt if Okayu refuses anything she offers, even if it’s so much as water. But this was different. Her best friend just poured her heart out to make something specifically for her. If she didn’t indulge in it, there would be no doubt Korone would be heartbroken as a result. That being said, her body wasn’t exactly acting in her favor, and the way it sounded, there would be way too much for her even if she was completely empty.
“Hmm? Is something wrong Okayu?” the dog asked, breaking the purple-haired girl’s introspection.
Okayu sighed. “Nah, it’s nothing. I was just in awe of the onigiri. They look great!” While technically not lying in her statement, she wondered what the next few hours would have in store for her. She would just have to resign herself to deal with it. After all, Korone’s happiness was worth the struggle to her.
After a couple hours, Korone got tired of Bare Knuckle because Okayu kept killing her. In turn they decided to watch some comedy show Korone liked. Okayu didn’t quite get it, but if it made Korone happy, it was fine by her. If anything, it gave her the ability to keep her stomach under control by gently massaging it with her hands. She’d eaten around five of the rice balls, which usually is plenty for most people. But if anyone knew how quick she could tear through onigiri, it was Korone. The pained cat knew she’d have to keep going to keep the act up, but she knew her endurance was slowly deteriorating. What’s worse, the tea had started making an impact on her bladder too. She had no problem peeing in someone else’s house, but she knew that if she went to the toilet, more than just pee would come out of her, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if it was her best friend’s house. She’d need to get home sooner rather than later before things start getting uncomfortably close. She wasn’t sure what the results would be, but she had to try.
Okayu waited until Korone was done with her laughing fit to speak up, but got her train of thought derailed when the dog-girl had spoken up first. “Okayu, you can be honest with me, you know,” Korone started, much to the other girl’s confusion. “Okayu hasn’t eaten much since she got here. You don’t like the onigiri, do you? You wanna go home, don’t you?”
There it was. Before she even had the chance to ask about going home, Korone had gotten a preemptive strike in. Even then, the statement was far from the truth. Okayu loved the onigiri, even more-so knowing it was made with her friend’s love. As if the gods couldn’t have made it any worse, Korone started to tear up as she held her head down in shame. The cat-girl sat mortified, as her stomach churned slightly and her heart fell to the depths of the ocean. She was reaching a stalemate, but she couldn’t stand to see her best friend cry, even at the risk of her own embarrassment. She’d have to hold it. She was sure she could last at least a little longer.
“Sorry, Koro-san,” the typically lazier of the two said, pulling the more energetic girl into a hug. “I’ve been kinda distracted today, so I wasn’t thinking about eating. The onigiri are great!” She kissed the sobbing dog and held her until she calmed down.
“So, you aren’t going home then?” the girl retorted.
“No, I’m not going anywhere.” With what, Okayu resigned herself to another two or more hours of her torment, while probably having to eat more of the rice balls. To her, however, it was worth preserving Korone’s smile.
Another hour had passed, and the two girls had decided to start watching clips of their fellow v-tubers on YouTube. As they sat there, watching the possessed being of what was once Akai Haato cooking a spider, Okayu started to lose her composure. Since the minor meltdown with Korone, she’d eaten three more onigiri and drank around three more cups of tea. Her head and stomach were spinning and crying in pain as she committed all of her willpower and strength to keep her front and rear exits closed. Suddenly, a slight fart escaped from her rear, with the caveat being that it felt a lot more wet than one usually does. She realized now that not leaving was a severe mistake, as now even the slightest movement could make her lose control. Korone, on the other hand, was none the wiser, laughing herself to death at the chaos on the screen. Sitting in her torment, Okayu reached only one solution for herself: she would have to use Korone’s toilet.
“H-hey… Ko-Koro-san, I nee-” Okayu had no time to state her case before Korone pushed her somewhat hard during one of her laughing fits. That was the final straw for the cat-girl, as without hesitation, her anus started to open against her will, and a sharp gasp escaped her mouth, much to Korone’s surprise.
“Okayu!?” Korone turned as she bore witness to Okayu’s living nightmare. As if she couldn’t control her own body anymore, the girl got up on her knees with her legs spread, preparing for the worst. Turning and using Korone to brace herself, Okayu started to expel her waste into her purple panties. As Korone stared into her friend’s teary and fear-filled eyes, the cat-girl pushed more of the soft, warm and mushy mass into her underwear. In a matter a seconds, but what felt like minutes, Okayu had completely emptied her bowels into her panties, where it started expanding outwards to make room. Although Korone couldn’t see the bulge expanding in the back of Okayu’s now brown-stained pants, the smell was undeniable, especially for a dog. As they stared at each other, both equally mortified, Okayu’s bladder also started to give out.
“I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry Korone,” Okayu weeped as she openly demonstrated her lack of control over her body. Korone held Okayu tight as she realized why Okayu hadn’t eaten much.
“It’s okay,” the dog-girl rubbed Okayu’s back, “it’s my fault isn’t it?”
After being completely empty in both her bladder and bowels, Okayu started to calm down under Korone’s comfort. In a way, she felt good to have it all out her after her last couple hours of torment. “Sorry Koro-san,” she sniffled, “I made a mess.” She wanted to keep apologizing, but was suddenly interrupted by grunting sounds coming from her canine companion. Before she could ask what Korone was doing, her nose noticed that the smell of feces was getting significantly more potent. “She can’t be…,” she thought to herself, until she looked down to see a puddle forming around her friend’s knees.
“What are you doing!?” Okayu pulled back to face Korone again.
“It’s my fault Okayu had an accident,” Korone said between her panting as she continued to voluntarily push out her own wastes into her white panties. “I won’t let Okayu be embarrassed alone.”
Okayu sat perfectly frozen as she processed what Korone was doing, but eventually found herself leaning into her friend, saying, “You’re so weird, Koro-san.” She giggled a little before letting out a simple “Thank you.”
After both girls finished their business in their underwear, they sat in place, holding each other in a warm embrace. After a few minutes, Korone jested, “You stink, Okayu.”
“Look who’s talking,” Okayu clapped back.
Both girls giggled to each other and agreed to clean up their collective mess. After a long-needed shower, cleaning of their clothes and the mess in the room, they found themselves dead tired. With nothing more than an exchange of head nods, they got in Korone’s bed, holding each other close, ready to sleep after what ended up being a long and bizarre day. |
Putting the P in PC Gaming: Remastered
HuniePop fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: This story has been updated from its original version, mostly just little things noticed by a new editor. Contains hard curse words. Also, the narrator has no set gender, so feel free to imagine them however you wish.)
“What? No, not there!”
Her voice startled me. “N-no?” I replied, trying to hide my growing panic. “Then what if I…”
“Have you ever even done this before? This should be instinct by now!” I felt my ego deflating with each word. I had done this before, multiple times actually. But everyone slips up once in awhile, right?
“W-well, I thought it looked like the right thing to do at the time,” I mumbled.
“Oh my God, seriously!? We discussed this on like day one!” At this point, I could hear her chair spinning around, and I knew she was looking right at me. “You never attack a Chaos Knight when his shield is raised. It’ll just bounce the damage back onto you!”
I lowered my head and covered my face in shame. “I-I’m sorry! I know you’ve told me a million times, but… well, stuff happens?”
Truth be told, I remembered that the exact instant my character was caught in an explosion upon striking said shield. He had immediately fallen over with zero hitpoints and the “You have died. Please wait to be revived” message box popped up. I swear, I’ve seen that box so often it’s permanently seared into my memory.
“Oh… Oh no,” Nikki said in a much calmer tone. I heard her turn back around and mumble “I did the thing again,” while she went to work murdering the last few enemies in the wave. “I’m sorry,” she said in her normal shy voice. “I’m getting too heated over a video game again. Stupid me.”
Now I know it’s not okay to yell at people and stuff like that, but seeing Nikki know she did something wrong and feel bad about it just erases any desire to scold her for it. Besides, who hasn’t gotten mad over a game before?
“Hey, I get it,” I said, “Super high-value loot on the line and a teammate’s not pulling their weight. I’d be getting pissed, too.”
“The teammate usually isn’t the person you’re dating.” I saw her avatar take down the Chaos Knight that killed me, ending the wave.
Now that we had some down time, I got out of my seat and moved over to her. She took a drink from her giant jug of iced tea, then put her head in her hands and sighed. “I need to stop hanging out with Audrey. I think her bitchiness is rubbing off on me.”
I decided to go full cheese and put my hands on her shoulders, making her lift her head out of her hands. “Well don’t worry,” I said. “No matter how bitchy you might get on the outside, I know my sweet, sexy, nerdy girlfriend is on the inside.”
“Oh my god, stop saying words,” Nikki said while trying not to smile and blush brightly at the same time. It’s amazing how some really cheesy phrases sound great when they’re said to you.
“Alright,” I chuckled, “I’ll just do this instead.”
I lightly pecked Nikki on her cheek, which only made it that much pinker, and stepped back. I then patted her shoulder and returned to my chair, ready to hopefully not get my virtual ass kicked anymore.
Maybe I should give a little background before I continue with this story.
Ever since Kyu came into my house to help me spice up my nonexistent love life, I’ve done almost nothing but go on dates with cute girls. I’ve met and gone out with all kinds of ladies, like a sexy teacher, an adorable yoga instructor, a pretty schoolgirl, and even a porn star! I won’t lie, I dated some of those girls to the point where we had sex, and a few of them really knew their way around my naughty bits.
But Nikki Ann-Marie was different from the rest. Up until very recently, she was a shut-in like I had been before my run-in with a love fairy. She was a gamer at heart, and preferred to be on her own instead of going out and getting wasted every night like some of the other girls she knew. The night we finally did it, she even confessed to me she was a virgin.
Not that the sex didn’t still end up being great, mind you.
Since we started dating, she’s gotten better at leaving the house and chatting with others, but mostly with people she found common ground with. I was still her favorite person to chat with, and she was definitely mine. We just connected in a way none of the other girls had with me. Maybe it was the fact that both of us were loners up until very recently, or that neither of us had decent social skills. Maybe we were destined to be with each other by some higher divinity.
Or maybe I just found nerdy blue-haired girls to be sexy as all get out.
Seriously, even with her back turned to me and playing a game, I still couldn’t keep my eyes off her. While I had lucked out on rock-paper-scissors and got the proper gaming seat, Nikki was seated on a cheap computer chair that had its back broken off. She was wearing her gray sweater and dark short-shorts like the night I met her at that club. Most of her legs and feet were on display, and the shorts gave a pretty nice curve to her butt.
“Soooo, are you gonna start moving?”
“What? Oh, right!” I whipped back around and returned to my screen. Sure enough, my avatar was back on his feet and ready for battle. “Thanks for carrying my butt through a wave again.”
“Just don’t die again. We’ve almost used up our revive tickets.”
“Seriously?” I opened my character’s inventory. “Have we gone through our whole stock already?”
“Yeah. I was hoping we’d be able to save them for the boss, but then, well…”
“Chaos Knights, right.” I sighed.
We were playing another one of her MMO’s for tonight’s gaming session. Souls of War Online, or something like that. As it turned out, they were holding a special event raid tonight; hold out for twenty waves of enemies plus a boss, and win a guaranteed ultra-rare loot drop. Who could resist that?
It couldn’t be easy, of course. The enemies were relentless, giving us little time to breathe, let alone come up with an efficient way to counter them. We’d been trying for a few hours already, with a lot of experimenting with different loadouts along the way. I only had a measly ten hours or so of experience, so much of our extra lives lost were on my end. In my defense, these guys were so hard, they’d even caught Nikki off-guard a couple times already. I didn’t know how we were going to make it through another…
“Hey, what wave are we on?”
I looked at the corner of the screen. “Looks like we’re on wave 13 of 20, and we still have a boss.”
“Oh man,” she mumbled again. Her voice was strangely tense this time.
“Something the matter?” I asked.
“Um, no, it’s just…” she stammered, “I don’t know if I, er, we are gonna make it to the end.”
I raised an eyebrow, then lowered it as she couldn’t see it anyway. “I don’t know either, but at least we’re farther along than we’ve ever been.”
“I… guess so,” she replied.
I tried to think of something to say that would cheer her up, but I knew better. Nikki had always been a pessimist, so I figured winning this raid for her would be better than any inspirational line I could come up with.
And so, we carried on with our fight, battling through wave after wave of incredibly tough baddies. I tried my damnedest to stay alive, but I still got killed a few times. I may have gotten good hand-me-down loot from Nikki, but I didn’t have the experience to not die like the pros.
Even Nikki was having trouble dealing with these guys. When I wasn’t too busy keeping my character alive, I noticed she was making mistakes too, like casting the wrong spell or even attacking a shielded knight, and some of those mistakes got her killed as well. Every once in a while, I heard her let out a whimper and bounce her foot on the floor. I figured that it was just the jitters, that she was getting nervous the closer we got to winning.
At last, we reached the rest period before the pre-boss wave. Only thirty seconds separated us from one last wave of bloodthirsty monsters. Things weren’t looking too good for us. I was down to my last life, and Nikki only had a couple left in her as well. It was a good thing that only one of us needed to kill the boss to win, because it was looking more and more like Nikki would have to carry the raid for us.
“Okay, I know I’ve said this at the end of every wave, but I still can’t believe we’ve been holding on for so long,” I said.
“Um, yeah, m-me too,” she replied.
“I mean, we’ve been under some serious pressure these last few waves.”
“I-I know.”
“Seriously, I thought I would’ve lost control of myself and made a big mess of the whole night by now-”
“Ohhh, shit.”
“Huh? What’s wrong?” I spun around on my chair. That was definitely not a good “oh shit” I just heard. Sure enough, she was hunched over and looking down, with her hands in her lap.
“Um... nothing,” she said, “I just… forgot to pee before we started this. Really regretting that now.”
How I found this moment to be hot, I will never entirely know.
“Oh, er….” I started to feel my own face getting warm, and it wasn’t from the heat of two computers running in the same room. “How bad is it?”
“It’s, um, pretty bad,” she replied, her legs wiggling a bit. “I kinda had to go when we started, but I thought I could just ignore it until we won.” She looked over at the empty jug on her desk. “I really should not have drunk so much tea.”
“Well, we can just pause the game, right?”
“Not for online play,” she sighed.
“Really? Damn, modern gaming really has its drawbacks,” I said. What a time to not be playing on LAN. “So what if we-”
I never got to finish that sentence, as we both heard the horn blow to signal that the next wave had started. I could already see enemies spawning in and charging towards us.
“Sorry babe, I guess you’ll just have to hold it.” I returned to my keyboard and went back to murdering enemies.
“I’ll try, but I won’t make any promises.”
And just like that, we were back in the chaos, doing everything we could to not get our asses kicked. These guys were harder than ever, and they were coming at us from all angles with all kinds of nasty attacks. They weren’t giving up that sweet loot without a fight.
Despite the craziness, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Nikki’s predicament. I know as much as anyone how much it sucks when you really have to pee but can’t, and I could imagine how much it must hurt for her to hold in all that tea-induced urine. That said, it wasn’t all worry; there was something about it that made that familiar tingly sensation in me, like the kind I got right before I got a girl into my bed so we could-
“Fuck!”
I spun around on my chair because that curse was too strong for it to be due to the game. “What, what happened?”
Nikki was looking straight at her monitor as still as could be. “I-I leaked a little just now.”
“Oh crap, what if we-”
Just then, I heard a scream coming from my monitor. “Oh no, please don’t be…” but it was. In the time that I wasn’t moving, my character was blown to bits by a kamikaze enemy. The words “You have died. There are no more revive tickets available” were on the screen in bold, spirit-crushing letters.
“Fuck! Aw man, Nikki, I didn’t mean to lose focus like that!” I said as I watched the remaining monsters go after her character.
“It’s fine,” she said, to my surprise. A couple seconds later, her avatar casted a large area-of-effect spell that blew away the last few enemies in an impressive display of computer graphics. “To be honest, I had kinda expected things would go this way.”
I lowered my head in shame, but quickly remembered the more urgent issue in the room. “So how are you holding up, er, leak notwithstanding?”
“Not good. I really gotta go,” she said, the strain in her voice more apparent than ever. I glanced at her and saw her rocking back and forth to keep her pee from spilling out. “Oh man, it actually hurts now.”
As intriguing as it was, I wasn’t gonna let her wet herself if she didn’t want to. I’ve entertained some weird kinks in the name of love, but never against a date’s consent.
Since my character was dead for good, I stood up and walked over to Nikki. “Babe, we’re between waves. Just run to the toilet, and I can take over your character. I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly before you get back.”
Nikki shook her head. “I can’t do that. I’ve read some nasty stories about this boss. He can one-shot you right at the start of the fight if you don’t know how to deal with it, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Nikki, you’re about to pee yourself. Is that really worth some digital loot?”
At this, Nikki looked at me and gave me the most serious face I’ve ever seen on her. “It’s not just the loot. I’m a gamer. It’s in my blood to see every challenge I take on through to the end. I’ve come way too far to quit just because I had to run to the potty like a little kid.”
I wondered if she could get over peeing her pants in front of her lover, but I wasn’t about to argue with her. The determination in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to convince her otherwise; she was a gamer through and through.
I couldn’t get a single word in anyway, for a loud roar from the monitor grabbed our attention. The boss had revealed itself as the Chaos General, a foe clad in armor so badass that words could not do it justice.
It was definitely a good thing I was not controlling Nikki’s avatar.
Nikki said nothing to me in response. She just put her trembling hands on the keyboard and mouse and went to work fighting the boss.
What followed next was some of the most impressive gaming skills I had ever witnessed. This boss was meant to be taken on with a full party, yet somehow Nikki was holding her own quite well, even against multiple attacks that could have killed her in one hit.
But the problem with a raid boss was they always had loads of health, and this guy was no exception. What should have been a twenty-minute boss fight was already going on for close to an hour. The strain on Nikki’s body only grew stronger with each passing minute; she didn’t stop moving her lower body the entire battle.
I could only imagine how painful it must have been for her to keep holding on. I had never felt so bad for Nikki since the day I met her.
Still, there was a part of me that found the situation arousing. The way her hips wiggled in her chair and her legs bounced on the floor. The subtle moaning and lip-biting. The thought of all that pent-up pee pressing inside her, eagerly awaiting that moment when her strength would give out and she would have that final release. I never thought about being a fan of this kink until this session, but I may just have to add some files to my hidden computer folders when I get the chance.
“Come on, just a little further… Oh fuck!”
In an instant, Nikki yanked her hand off the mouse and jammed it between her legs. She grit her teeth harder than that one time we played Street Fighter to see who had to scrub the toilet during her monthly apartment cleaning. To say the stakes were high that night would be putting it mildly.
“Ugh, dammit! I can’t hold my pee and fight this guy at the same time!” said Nikki. She had one eye closed from the sheer effort of holding her bladder. “Oh man, oh man, I really don’t wanna piss my pants.” I could see her open eye growing moist, as if she was going to tear up.
I wanted to help Nikki as badly as she wanted to pee, but just like her, I was having trouble coming up with a solution. There was no way she would willingly wet herself, definitely not with me as a witness. Unfortunately, the toilet was not an option either. This boss required constant attention and know-how to beat. I knew next to nothing about how Nikki’s character played, so I had just as much chance of casting something that would blow her up as hurt the boss.
I glanced all around the room looking for some kind of answer. The wastebasket next to her was one of those wire things with a bunch of holes, so that was out. There didn’t appear to be anything else that looked like it could hold the large amounts of liquid. If only she hadn’t had so much tea during our session…
I wondered why it took me more than a second to figure this solution out.
With determination in my eyes, I looked at Nikki and said “Stand up.”
“Wait, what?” She quickly glanced over to me.
“Stand up and keep fighting him. I’ll deal with the rest.”
Her eyes got even bigger. “Wait, what!?”
“You have to trust me on this one. I won’t let you wet yourself, I promise.”
“...Okay, I trust you.” She slowly stood up and added, “Whatever you’re gonna do, make it quick!”
“You got it!”
As soon as she was standing, I reached to her sides and put my fingers in both her shorts and underwear. I knew she didn’t have a zipper on her shorts, so I yanked them straight down to her ankles.
I heard her whimper and saw her subtly tense up from her naughty bits suddenly being in full view. I took only a quick moment to assess the situation. First off, her butt looked as lovely as ever. Second, I could see a damp patch on the inside of her panties, about the size of a tennis ball. Most importantly, I caught a small spurt falling into her shorts, meaning I only had precious few seconds to make this work.
I grabbed her tea container off the desk and untwisted the cap as fast as I could. Once it was undone, I threw it aside, hearing it clink against the wall and floor. I then reached around and pressed the container right between her legs, making sure it covered as much of her happy place as it could.
“You’re good,” I said as I looked up to her. “Just let it go.”
As soon as I said that, a small spurt of mostly-clear liquid leaked out of her again, this time into the confines of the jug. A second spurt followed after, then a third. It wasn’t long before the spurts turned into a light trickle running down the inside of the cup before reaching the bottom. I guessed she still wasn’t relaxed enough with this whole idea to just go full force.
I checked Nikki to see how she was holding up. She wasn’t even looking down at me; her eyes were glued on the monitor, and she was still desperately trying to win against the boss. Her cheeks were as red as before, and she was still biting her lip. Whether it was out of determination or not, I couldn’t tell, though she was moaning a little bit now. She stayed this way for at least a minute, the only motion coming from her hands and the tiny tinkle from her nethers.
Suddenly, a loud cry roared from the monitor. The boss had stopped attacking Nikki’s character and gone into the throes of a dramatic death animation. As he faded away, the words “Quest Complete!” showed up on the screen with a triumphant flair.
“I… I won,” Nikki mumbled. I noticed her eyes getting a certain sparkle in them, the same one I saw right before our first kiss, or when she found that rare Super Nintendo game at a yard sale. Her open mouth slowly contoured upward as the feeling sank in.
I then heard the biggest sigh Nikki had ever let out, this one not out of disappointment at something I did, but one of pure relief. That’s when I noticed a distinct noise coming from around my ear level. I turned back and saw a sight that amplified my interesting case of “the funny feeling”. Her stream had gone from a tiny trickle to a solid spray, shooting out of her with force.
I tried to be a respectful significant other, honest! But for some reason, I felt compelled to keep my gaze between her legs. I won’t lie, part of it was so I could sneak a peek at her privates while she tinkled, but I had other reasons. There was that naughtiness of watching another person doing something private with them knowing it. Well, at least watching something that I found attractive.
But I felt happiness too. I was glad that we had finally beaten the challenge event and gotten Nikki what she wanted, but more than that, I was happy that she was happy she wasn’t having an accident. No peeing her pants like a little kid, this girl was staying dry and stain-free. I can imagine it felt really good too, finally answering her aching bladder’s demands and letting it all out.
And boy, did she have a lot to let out. It had to have been at least a minute, and she was still peeing at full force. I could make out the subtle hissing noise coming from her opening over the sound of water hitting water and her moans of bliss. She had already filled the jug halfway; I was worried that she was gonna overflow the thing and get both of us messy.
Luckily, that didn’t come to pass. A few seconds later, her stream began slowing down just as the pee had reached the three-quarters mark. She gave out a few more spurts, and then she was finally done, right as the bottle was almost full.
“Ooooh, man.” Nikki sighed and opened her eyes for the first time since the flow really started. “That felt too good.”
“I bet it did,” I said with a chuckle. I left the bottle between her legs to catch a few more drips before I moved it away.
“Holy shit!” Nikki suddenly exclaimed and leaned forward, making me jump a little.
“What, what!?” I said.
“Look at this gear we got! This is all super-rare stuff!” She cracked a big smile that put my worries at ease once again. “Oh man, I can’t wait to try these weapons out!” She said with glee.
“Heh, may want to re-equip your leggings first.” I pointed down at her shorts.
The smile on her face dropped as she looked down and realized she was still very much exposed. “R-right. Um, I should probably dump out that jug first. Maybe clean myself a little, too.” She gingerly stepped out of her bottoms and covered her crotch with a hand.
“Not gonna put them back on?” I asked as I handed her the emergency toilet jar and stood back up.
“Well, I peed in them a little. Gonna need a new pair.”
“You know, I could take my pants off so we’d be even,” I said while trying not to have the biggest shit-eating grin on my face.
“Not on my $400 gaming chair, you aren’t!” Nikki said with a smirk.
I glanced over at the expensive chair with a white seat. “Yeah, that’s probably for the better.”
Nikki started to head for the bathroom, but stopped before she reached the door. Instead, she turned around to face me with an adorably shy expression. “Sooooo, thanks for helping me with my problem. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve done something like that for me.”
“Don’t mention it. I only did it because you’re a girl worth doing that for.”
“Shut up,” she replied with a giggle, her face turning more red. She was becoming too adorable to resist making a move.
“Aw, come here, you.” I reached around her free shoulder and pulled her in. She looked at me for just a moment before closing her eyes and leaning in. We shared a kiss for a good few seconds, the warm feeling flowing through my body and re-energizing me. Not even the growing stink of the pee jar could dampen the sensations.
Man, if only more of our gaming sessions went like this.
Unbeknownst to the two gamers in the apartment, a strange girl with pink hair, a provocative outfit, and cutesy wings was floating in the air and peering through their window. She had been watching for the entire session, especially the part where the blue-haired girl peed into a jar. While the two of them were kissing, the fairy giggled to herself.
“Another satisfied client.”
As the blue-haired girl walked into the bathroom, Kyu was reminded of the pressure growing between her own legs. She smiled and turned around, raising her legs so they were out of the way. She reached a hand down there and pulled her panties to the side, for she never wore anything resembling pants.
A delicate yellow stream soon trickled out of her, traveling almost straight down and breaking up into tiny droplets long before it reached the grass below. Kyu sighed in bliss, both from the relief of emptying her bladder and for only further fanning the other tingle between her legs.
Twenty seconds later, the stream came to an end. Kyu stayed there for a little longer to let any remaining drips fall out before putting her panties back to normal. Satisfied with her work and still in the mood, she flew off, looking for her next client and potential mate.
Edited February 8, 2021 by MasterXploder
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She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager
Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift.
He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off.
‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’
Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date.
‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’
Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague.
‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’
Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty.
It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least.
4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now.
4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo.
‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’
It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder.
By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away.
‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’
‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’
It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait.
As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette?
Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter.
‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’
Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed.
‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’
Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie.
‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’
Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently.
Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter.
Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny.
‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’
Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak.
‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’
‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’
‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’
‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’
‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’
‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’
‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’
‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’
Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear.
‘I am.’
The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly.
‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’
Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly.
‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’
Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen.
Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW!
As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now!
Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton.
He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt.
But oh a customer! Yikes!
Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully.
Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter.
Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright.
‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’
But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf.
Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again.
‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’
Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement.
It had been some shift indeed. |
Last night I was about to start writing something more serious but I was kind of in a fetish mood and I thought about how this one time I was on a bus ride and the bus driver stopped and the men all peed in a field and the women basically just had to keep on holding. I thought that someday I would get around to writing a story based on that. That happened to me actually when I was very young but in the story that I decided to write I just made it more contemporary with older characters, not that I ever say what their ages are were anything. So I made this a little bit more dramatic and it ended up turning into a pretty long story.
The weirdest thing though is that right before I started writing this story I checked my email and I got an email from my friend Dennis from Belgium who told me and almost exactly similar story about women being desperate on a bus and them not stopping to go to the bathroom but with them stopping every so often so that men could pee in a field. The fact that I read that right before I was about to go write a story like that was some amazing synchronicity, and I figured that that was a sign that I should definitely write that story right away. The way I see it if that isn't a sign from the universe nothing is! And for that reason I decided to make Dennis the antagonist in my story once again, so if you are reading this I hope that you enjoy it!
It also brings up the interesting fact that while men generally don't experience desperation as a regular part of life and they just don't get the fact that women are really uncomfortable holding it in a lot of situations, Men don't get how anxious they are to use a bathroom because the men were able to use the bathroom several times whereas the women have to keep on holding it. It really illustrates the point that men and women are living totally different worlds when it comes to relieving themselves. I suspect most women can probably relate to a story like this. Also can be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/4735.html
Men Peeing on the Side of the Road
The bus had been traveling for more than two hours and many of the passengers were regretting the fact that before they set out on this journey that they had stopped at a café and that many people had had a cup of coffee or two or three. Jill didn't really like coffee all that much, but she had a fair amount of juice, and of course had her bottle of water at her side at all times.
"Are we going to stop for a rest stop soon?" Jill asked as she looked out the window to see that there were a large expanses of fields and fields with no sign of human civilization for miles. It was almost hypnotic, and for a while that had been distracting her from the fact that she needed to go to the bathroom, but now that she took her eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of endless cornfields with no variation for miles on end, that was when she became irritatingly aware of just how all of that juice and water was making its way to her bladder and getting difficult to ignore.
"We are supposed to stop for some type of rest stop sometime soon," Dennis said as he looked at his watch. "I have to admit that I probably drank a little too much as well, so I hope that we get there soon."
"We had better," Jill said as she went back to looking out the window and trying to ignore her bladder but finding it increasingly difficult to do so. Finally 15 minutes later the bus pulled into the rest stop which looked like it was the only place for many more miles and miles on end.
"Everybody off," the bus driver said. "Everyone be back on the bus within 15 minutes."
Jill bolted up as soon as the bus stopped and started pushing Dennis towards the aisle.
"Okay okay, calm down, we all have to go to the bathroom," Dennis said realizing that he really had to go pretty bad.
Everyone soon stampeded off of the bus and headed towards the rest area that looked pretty run down, like it hadn't been properly maintained in a while. Everyone started going immediately towards the bathroom areas, but as Jill approached one of the women in the front of the bathroom shook her head looking annoyed. "It looks like it's locked."
"What do you mean it's locked, isn't there some type of key or something?" Jill asked.
Jill walked over to the men's room area where she saw Dennis. "They locked the ladies room!"
"The men's room seems like it's locked as well," Dennis said.
"I am sure that somebody must have the key for the bathroom," Jill said looking around. "Who would we go to about asking about that?"
Dennis looked around. "This place looks like it's pretty much abandoned. I don't see anyone we can go to who is going to open the bathrooms, it seems like it's just a locked bathroom in the middle of nowhere and the windows look all dark."
"I guess we had better ask the bus driver, maybe he will know what's going on," Jill said as she went over to the bus driver. "Excuse me but all of the bathrooms appear to be locked, do you know who we can see about getting the key?"
The bus driver walked over to the bathrooms and found them both to be locked and scratched his head. "I don't know what to tell you, it looks like they just are totally locked."
"Well do you think maybe you could find some way to open them?" Jill asked growing impatient.
The bus driver shrugged his shoulders. "Look lady I don't know what to tell you, the bathrooms are locked, so the bathrooms are locked, there's nothing I can do about that. But hey there's a field right there, go crazy! In fact I think I'll be heading out there myself."
"Well a lot of help he was," Jill said as the other woman from before came over.
"What did the bus driver say?" the woman said pressing her knees together.
"He said there's a field, go crazy!" Jill said throwing up her hands in frustration.
The woman looked at the field and then looked at Jill and Dennis. "Well I'm certainly not going to go in a field, that's for damn sure."
Dennis looked at the two of them and then looked over at the field. "Well hey if you gotta go you gotta go," Dennis said as he started walking towards the field as Jill stood there with the other woman looking at each other in disbelief as they saw all of the men heading off to the bushes in the field and lining up in a big line and just letting loose.
"Unbelievable," the other woman said shaking her head. "That's what's great about being a guy, the world is your freaking toilet. I'm Janice by the way."
"Jill," Jill said as she shook the woman's hand as the two of them continued staring at the long line of men relieving themselves right in the field across the street from the rest stop. "Okay I just can't watch this any longer," Jill said as she turned her head away and laughed as Janice did likewise and the two of them continued laughing.
"This is really just completely ridiculous, I mean what the hell are we supposed to do," Janice said as she folded her arms and stomped her feet.
A minute later Dennis came back with a look of relief on his face walking loose and easy with a confident stride.
"Enjoy yourself?" Jill said shaking her head and throwing up her hands.
"I didn't realize just how badly I had to piss until I started going," Dennis said with a laugh. "Do you think you ladies are going to go water the bushes?"
"No!" Jill and Janice said simultaneously as Dennis started laughing.
"It's not funny, I seriously need to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she placed her hands on her knees. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"
Dennis looked over at the field and shrugged his shoulders. "I mean no one is stopping you from using the field."
"Yeah I know," Jill said shaking her head. "I'm not going to squat like some animal so that everybody can see me pissing in the middle-of-the-road like that. In fact I don't think I could even do that without peeing all over myself."
Janice nodded in agreement. "This is just completely ridiculous."
Dennis wasn't exactly sure what to say as he saw all of the men coming back from the field looking extremely satisfied, but he could see that not one single woman seemed like they joined the men. There were probably at least 15 women just standing around the rest stop with their arms folded looking annoyed.
"Is everybody done stretching their legs," the bus driver said as he came over with all of the other men who came over to see the women all standing there shifting around.
"More like crossing our legs," one woman shouted as everyone started laughing before a couple of women started groaning in aggravation.
"All of the bathrooms are locked," Janice said.
The bus driver shook his head. "Hey there's nothing I can do about that. Like I said, if you really want to go use the field I'm not gonna stop you, we will give you a couple of minutes, we'll even give you some privacy."
The men sort of stood there nervously laughing while the women stood there looking less than amused. Several of the men went over to the women that they were with, in most cases probably wives and female relatives, and it looked like several of them were arguing and the women were making hand gestures of aggravation.
"Damn this is a tense situation," Dennis said before laughing.
"It's not funny Dennis!" Jill shouted.
"Sorry, I realize that this isn't a laughing matter, but it is kind of funny isn't it?" Dennis said again with some nervous laughter before opening his eyes again and seeing Jill and Janice standing there looking aggravated.
Finally the bus driver whistled. "Well ladies if you aren't going to go in the field we might as well all get back on the bus."
"Wait a minute, what are we supposed to do about the bathroom," Janice said. "We all still have to go!"
Several of the women started raising their hands and shouting yes and yeah and starting to mumble to themselves.
The bus driver threw up his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you lady, the bathrooms are locked. Now do you want to go in the field or not?"
"I want to go to the bathroom!" Janice shouted as most of the other woman nodded in agreement and mumbled yes and yeah.
"Well what can I tell you, the bathrooms are locked, there's nothing I can do about that, it's not my fault," the bus driver said.
"Well are we going to stop somewhere else for the bathroom?" Janice said tapping her foot nervously.
"I guess we can just stop at the next stop," the bus driver said.
"And when will that be?" Janice asked.
"It will be when it will be, I don't know, there aren't that many rest stops out here in case you haven't noticed," the bus driver said. "Look I can't just stand here and argue with you all day, all I can tell you is if you want to use the field go use the field, otherwise I say everybody just get back on the bus and the sooner we get back on the bus the sooner we will be at the next rest stop."
Women all began grumbling as the men started walking back towards the bus and the women eventually started trailing behind them.
"Completely ridiculous," Janice said as Jill nodded in agreement.
"Geez women," the bus driver said under his breath as everybody got back on the bus and took their seats. "Is everybody buckled up and ready to go?"
"Yes!" several of the woman shouted with clear agitation in their voices.
Janice sat in the seat in front of Jill and Dennis next to a man that Jill presumed was her husband.
"I don't know why you couldn't just piss in a field," the man said shaking his head.
"Dammit Dave not every single woman just wants to take a piss in the middle-of-the-road like a guy does," Janice said. "You just don't get it."
"Amen to that," Jill said.
"I don't know, I don't see what a big deal it is, just go in the field, it's no big deal," Dennis said as Jill and Janice glared angrily at him. "What, it isn't!"
"Ridiculous," Jill said as she slumped back in her seat and began looking out the window with her hand resting on her chin and just trying to ignore the situation.
The bus continued driving for about another 15 or 20 minutes and Dennis couldn't help but notice that Jill seemed to be getting more agitated with each passing minute. In fact he could hear several of the women sort of groaning in aggravation and seemingly saying things to their husbands, brothers, boyfriends and other male companions.
He thought that he should probably try to be sympathetic as he was starting to feel a little bit bad about the way he had behaved before. "Are you holding up okay Jill?" Dennis asked.
"Well I still have to pee if that's what you mean," Jill said as he noticed her legs were now crossed as well as stretched out under the seat in front of them.
Dennis shook his head. "Don't worry I'm sure that there will be another rest stop soon."
"I sure hope so," Jill said before she went back to looking out the window and began tapping her fingernails on the window in frustration.
Several more minutes passed as the endless fields of corn and wheat and other crops continued to pass by in a hypnotic pattern, which for a while distracted some of the people from all of the attention that their bladders were demanding. Then however the bus hit a speed bump and there could be heard lots of audiable groans as that happened.
"Okay this is just getting ridiculous now," Janice said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed her way past her husband and started walking towards the front of the bus.
"Hey passengers are supposed to remain seated while the bus is in motion," the bus driver said.
"And we were supposed to get to another rest stop," Janice said. "When are we going to get to the rest stop?"
Several of the women in the bus started making nods and sounds of agreement with her.
The bus driver pulled over on the side of the road as he got up and looked at everyone. "Look ladies I realize that you really need a bathroom, but there's nothing I can do about that, all I can tell you is that we will get to a rest stop when we get to a rest stop."
"It's just I've had a real lot to drink," another woman said as she grabbed the bus driver by the arm.
"Hey that's not my fault," the driver said. "Look I am sorry about the situation but there is nothing I can do about it. Now if everyone could please just take your seats and we will get to a rest stop as soon as possible."
"Come on Janice, he's going to get us to a rest stop as soon as possible," Dave said as he waved her back as she stomped angrily down the aisles and pushed past Dave into her seat and sat down and buckled up.
"Okay now everybody please remain seated for the rest of the bus ride," the bus driver said as he walked to the front of the bus and started driving again.
"This is unfreaking believable," Janice said shaking her head.
"Well look Janice the bus driver can't help it, the bathroom was locked, that's not his fault, you'll just have to wait," Dave said.
"You guys just don't understand, you got to go to the bathroom," Janice said.
"So what you're going to penalize me, no pun intended, just because I can relieve myself more efficiently," Dave said. "Look you have to realize that there are some things that are beyond your control. You just are simply going to have to wait, I wish that you could have used the bathroom but there's nothing that can be done about that. Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much."
"You didn't spare on the liquids," Janice said. "You never have to, cause guys can pee anywhere."
"Well I assumed that there were going to be bathrooms," Dave said shaking his head. "But yeah when there aren't I can improvise."
"So did I, but it doesn't matter if there is no bathroom when you are a guy like that," Janice said as Jill sat there nodding and Dennis simply looked at her nervously. He knew from experience that Jill was practically eating this up and agreeing with everything that Janice said, and he wasn't going to even begin trying to argue, so he decided that he would just sit back and enjoy the show.
Eventually the bus quieted down but everyone could see that Dave and Janice were arguing quite loudly and it looked like several other women were discussing the situation with their men in equally angry tones.
The bus ride continued for about another half hour when finally the woman who complained about having drank too much from before stood up.
"I really need a bathroom and I need one right now!" she shouted.
The bus driver stopped the bus. "Look lady I told you before there is nothing I can do about that. Now if you want I can pull over on the side of the road and anyone who wants to go on the side of the road feel free, but everybody else please remain seated."
The woman looked positively mortified at the idea, but she was standing there grabbing herself and she soon ran to the front of the bus and went out the door and ran off into the field. Several of the other women in the bus sort of looked over in her direction but without getting up themselves.
Dennis started getting up before Jill looked at him. "Where do you think you're going?"
Dennis smiled nervously. "To relieve myself?"
He sat back down as the woman came back onto the bus looking much relieved but extremely embarrassed as she sheepishly sat down.
"Does anybody else need to go while we are stopped, because I don't think we are going to be stopping again until we get to the rest stop," the bus driver said as several men sort of looked around at the women before reluctantly getting up and charging towards the front of the bus, including Dennis and Dave.
"Un-freaking believable," Janice said shaking her head and folding her arms in agitation.
"This is just cruel and unusual punishment, and we didn't even do anything wrong," Jill said. "It's been over three hours now, in fact three hours and 12 minutes."
Janice laughed. "Counting every minute just like I am aren't you?"
Jill laughed and nodded. "I know, it sounds ridiculous."
Janice laughed. "No, when you really have to go you notice the time a real lot more."
"Tell me about it," Jill said shaking her head.
The men quickly piled back onto the bus and Dennis plopped down in the seat next to Jill causing the seat to bounce a bit and causing her to glare at him angrily.
"Get everything taken care of," Janice said to Dave who simply shook his head and said nothing.
"Now everybody else please remain seated, I promise that we will get to a rest stop as soon as we see one but until we do there is nothing else I can do," the bus driver said.
The bus driver started driving again and everyone couldn't help but notice that this time he was speeding up a little bit more, which increased some of the speed bumps, but most of the women were staring ahead at the front of the bus like they were in a trance.
Jill found herself checking her watch every couple of minutes. As three hours and 12 minutes turned into 3 1/2 hours and turned into three hours and 45 minutes she was finding it increasingly hard to sit still. Dennis wanted to complain about the fact that she was shaking the seat around but he knew he dare not say anything. He had to admit that he couldn't help but enjoy the situation and he wondered how many men on the bus were thinking similar to him.
Finally four hours and 13 minutes into the trip they arrived at the next rest stop. The second the bus came to a halt most of the women started bolting out of their seats, having already unbuckled their seatbelts as soon as the rest stop was within sight.
"Now everybody please exit the bus in an orderly manner and get back here within –" the bus driver began saying as he saw people pushing past him. "You know what, take your time."
"Go go go," Jill said as she tried to push past Dennis.
"Calm down girl," Dennis said as he quickly made way into the aisle as all of the men and women started piling off of the bus.
The men got off the bus at a more leisurely pace but all of the women started charging towards the rest stop, literally stampeding towards the bathroom, where unfortunately there was a rather large line. The women all groaned as they all got in line.
"Un-freaking believable," Janice said as she stood in front of Jill in the line, now her signature catchphrase.
"Yeah we finally get to a bathroom and now this," Jill said. "And I bet it won't even be the nicest bathroom I. I have seen my share of rest stop bathrooms and I can tell you they leave a lot to be desired, but when you are this desperate beggars can't be choosers I guess."
Jill and Janice noticed that there was a line at the men's room as well, but they also noticed that several of the men were just walking off towards the field not wanting to wait in line despite their line being much shorter than the one snaking out of the ladies room.
"God forbid that the men actually wait in line for once," Jill said shaking her head. "They can't even wait 5 minutes and we've been waiting over 4 hours already."
"I know right," Janice said as the two of them high-fived each other as Dave and Dennis came over.
"Jesus you women must constantly pee," Dave said. "Look at this huge line. It's like one woman gets up to go to the bathroom and you all charge towards the bathroom like a herd of cattle, like sheep."
Janice sort of feebly kicked Dave in the shin causing him to shut up as Jill looked at Dennis who put his hands up defensively and backed away.
"What, I didn't say anything?" Dennis said as he backed off even further away from the line as he went over with all of the men just leaning against the wall watching the women in line, as the women sort of glared angrily over at them every couple of seconds as they continued waiting in their slow-moving almost stationary line.
"I can't help but ask –" Janice began saying before Jill finished her sentence.
"It's been four hours and 28 minutes," Jill said as the two of them laughed. "And given that we have about 15 women in front of us and it seems like this is a single user bathroom."
Janice shook her head. "Five hours, five freaking hours without a piss."
"Un-freaking believable," Jill said as they both started laughing.
"And then when we are finally done the men will be asking what took us so long, saying that we were chatting and primping and all this other stuff and that is our own fault of the line is so long."
"I know right." As Jill stood there in line with Janice, both of them with their legs crossed and sort of shifting around in place, she felt that the women had some type of amazing solidarity as they waited in line patiently as the men just sort of stood across from them leisurely waiting for them to finish as they leaned against the wall outside of the men's room, their needs met instantaneously multiple times before the women even got to relieve themselves once. But Jill felt that there was a genuine bond between her and Janice, Janice was a woman who understood, a woman who cared, a toilet justice warrior.
Soon Janice was next in line and she looked like she was practically ready to sprint. "Time," she said to Jill with a smile and a laugh.
Jill looked at her watch. "Four hours and 58 minutes, can we call it or what, by the time you get out it will be five hours for me!"
Janice laughed as finally the door opened and she practically pushed the other woman down and slammed the door shut right in Jill's face. Jill looked at her watch and decided that she would time Janice so that they would both know exactly how long it took them to use the bathroom, just as sort of a funny joke. Jill stood there staring vacantly at the door before she turned and looked at her watch. Five hours and four minutes. She was getting a little bit impatient and wondering what was taking Janice so long.
Jill started whistling to herself and standing on tip toes as she continued staring at the door. She almost felt like knocking and asking what was taking so long as she looked at her watch and saw that it was now five hours and seven minutes.
"Jesus Jill are you still in line?" Dennis asked as he and Dave came over to see what was taking so long.
Dave laughed.
"What's so funny?" Jill asked.
Dave shook his head. "It's a pity that you weren't the first in line ahead of her, she is a bathroom hog like you wouldn't believe. When she is in there doing her business it's like she enters an entire another world, treating it like a freaking vacation with first class accomdations."
As Jill looked at her watch to see that it has now been five hours and 10 minutes and that Janice had been in the bathroom for 12 minutes suddenly her feeling of sisterhood and solidarity was wearing thin as this sister was turning into a bitch. Finally she knocked on the door. "Janice are you okay in there, you know others are waiting."
"Don't worry everything's okay in here Jill," Janice said as it sounded like she was whistling in the bathroom. "Thank you for your concern!"
"Oh she's whistling, that's not a good sign," Dave said with a laugh and a shrug.
"Has everybody gotten to use the bathroom yet?" the bus driver said as he came over.
"I haven't!" Jill said as she hopped up and down in place.
Finally the loud sound of a toilet flushing came from inside the bathroom and Jill was practically ready to grab the handle to the door. In fact she was already grabbing it and tapping her foot. Then came the loud sound of the sink running and running and running. Finally the sink stopped running and Jill figured that it was finally her chance as she looked at her watch and saw that it had now been five hours and 17 minutes, with Janice taking nearly 20 minutes to use the bathroom.
Finally at five hours and 20 minutes Janice came out of the bathroom looking all primped up and pretty.
"Okay everybody can get back on the bus now," the bus driver said.
"Not on your life!" Jill said as she slammed the door behind her as loud screams came from the bathroom. When Jill emerged from the bathroom at five hours and 24 minutes she looked distinctly annoyed as they got back on the bus behind Janice and Dave.
As the bus moved on the rest of the ride was much more silent. Jill never said anything to Janice about how long she had been in the bathroom and had kept her waiting, and Janice never said anything to Jill about it. So much for solidarity and sisterhood.
Dennis couldn't help but notice that Jill was looking at her watch still. "What, you don't still have to go to the bathroom do you?"
Jill simply smiled and shook her head. No she didn't need to go to the bathroom yet, but she knew that when she got to the next rest stop she was going to make sure that she was in front of Janice and she was going to take her sweet ass time. Jill couldn't help but laugh to herself until the bus stopped at the next rest stop only to find it locked as she and Janice both stood there silently watching as the men relieved themselves in the bushes, peeing on the side of the road for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. They simply looked at each other, looked away and cursed to themselves under their breath. |
She had to pee
She had to pee.
Lilian had to pee so damn bad.
But still she couldn't bring herself to say anything to Gwen, her girlfriend. They had been together for two years now, Gwen had always thought Lily was the shyest girl she had ever met and getting to build a relationship with her wasn't easy at all.
Right now they were walking, hand in hand, through one of the most beautiful parts of their city, a park full of tall trees, hot people skateboarding and a beautiful view of the sea to their right. And gosh it would have been so romantic if Lilian didn't have to pee so goddamn bad, but no she wouldn't say anything to her girlfriend. She wouldn't dare, she was too shy to admit it.
"Damn I love coming here... 'Specially with you Lily" Gwen said smiling, she was always cheerful, it was almost impossible to catch her without a smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of Chuck Taylors, tight jeans and a plain white shirt, she had beautiful blue eyes and short blond hair.
Lilian was wearing a pair of sandals and a simple sundress, she had the most beautiful hair, or at least that's what Gwen thought:shoulder-length red hair, and green eyes.
Lilian tried to answer, but she didn't really know what to say, what could she say? She loved going there too but she was too desperate to think about anything else that wasn't how bad she had to pee.
"Lily are you ok? You don't look well... "
Of course she didn't look well she was walking slightly bent over and she was paler than usual. Of course Gwen had already caught on to what was happening, this had happened countless times since they started dating, being the shyest girl ever and having a small bladder sure wasn't a good combo. Gwen loved her to death but this shenanigan was getting old, so for the first time she decided to not wait for her to admit her need, she knew Lily was gonna be embarrassed but she genuinely looked in pain.
"Lilyy come on... How bad is it honey?"
"Huh? What.. what are you talking about?"
Without saying anything, while they were walking she put a hand on the redhead's tired bladder, and she squeezed. Lilian immediately bent over with a pained expression on her face.
"Come on what the hell did you do that for?" she said whining
"Why didn't you tell me you had to pee? Come on it's so obvious... plus you really look like you're in pain, if you had said anything we could have found a bathroom ages ago! Come on sweetie... You don't need to act like that with me, I mean we've seen each other naked countless times and admitting when you have to pee is where you draw the line?!"
As Gwen said this, Lily's face started matching her hair's colour, she was mad, she hated being embarrassed like that so she tried go get straight to answer but that proved to be a big mistake, her bladder let loose for a split second dampening her flower patterned panties. She immediately bent over again, all of sudden all the rage towards Gwen disappeared, her face got even redder.
"Gwen? I... really really really really have to pee! I just wet my panties a bit, please help me!"
"You just... wet yourself? Are you serious?"
Now Lily's face was redder than her hair.
"No! I mean... NO! I mean just a little bit! Please please help me let's find a bathroom or it's gonna be way way more than a little!"
"Jesus if it's that bad why didn't you say anything?!"
"You know I get embarrassed! Can we not talk about this now and find a bathroom?"
"You get embarrassed? WE'VE SEEN EACH OTHER NAKED FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"
"Gwen!"
"What?"
"please let's hurryyy"
"Oh shit yeah, sorry. Look forget the bathroom, it's on the other side of the park, you'll never make it in time if you've already leaked. We'll find somewhere private for you to go... just try to hold it sweetie..."
"What? No, nonono I can't pee outside"
"Honey you ain't got a choice! Now just follow me"
She took Lilian's hand again and started leading her, Lily was walking bent over and with a hand shoved between her legs. Looking back at her Gwen couldn't stop thinking how cute she was.
After 10 minutes of searching for somewhere without anyone around, the situation got worse, Lily now had to stop every few steps and she couldn't stop moaning and complaining. Gwen had just spotted a good spot between two trees with no one around when she heard:
"SHIT! shitshitshitshit, Gwen! I'm peeing, I can't hold it anymore!"
Lilian said this with a shocked espression on her face, as the first trickles started wetting her long beautiful legs
"Honey, come on not here! We just gotta get to those trees!"
She started leading her to those trees, they moved at a painfully slow place, Lily was leaving a trail of pee behind her, her legs and sandals were already soaked. Gwen felt so sorry for her but again, at the same time Lily was just too damn cute, even while she peed herself.
As soon as they got behind the trees Lilian didn't even bother pulling away her flower patterned panties, what was the point anyway? They were already soaked, she forgot about all the shame she felt earlier and she just pulled her wet dress out of the way and just let go.
It felt so good.
It felt so good.
It felt so goddamn good.
As she watched the scene Gwen could only think about the fact that her girlfriend was peeing in a pair of panties she gave her as a gift. "oh well" she thought "at least she looks like she's in heaven right now"
Lilian moaned as her stream started slowing down, her legs were soaked, so were her panties, so were her sandals and so was the earth beneath her, her dignity? Dead. But strangely enough she didn't feel any shame right now, admitting that she had to pee was impossible earlier, but now that she was peeing her panties she could only think about good it felt. She looked at Gwen and just started laughing.
"Well honey... At least you feel better now, right?"
"Soooo much better, you have no idea"
Lily's legs just gave in and she sat in her own puddle
"I don't think I've ever been as tired as I am right now..."
"Yeah well let's get you home, you need a shower, and a new pair of panties"
As she said that Gwen just pulled Lily's underwear and tossed them away.
"If this is how you treat my gifts you don't deserve them!" She said smiling cheerfully. Gwen helped her girlfriend up, gave her a quick kiss on her lips and they walked home, hand in hand and Lilian thought "Yep, very romantic" as she laid her head on Gwen's shoulder.
She smiled.
Chapter 2.
Soooo I'm dumb and accidentally deleted the other topic, I really apologize for everyone that started following, anyway I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I'm already writing a third chapter, hope you enjoy!
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Gwen was so excited, so excited she couldn't stop smiling through the whole class. Today her girlfriend and her could finally have some sweet time all by themselves as Lilian's parents were gonna be away for a few days, leaving an empty house for them to enjoy. To make things even better, unlike Gwen's family, Lilian's was quite wealthy so it was a big empty house for them to enjoy, one with a pool even.
So yeah, she couldn't stop smiling through the whole class, she was too excited! Once her class was over she rushed home to pack and say bye to her mother, she didn't even bother having lunch or going to the bathroom. She just wanted to get to Lilian's house as quickly as possible. It was gonna be an exciting weekend!. To get to her house she had to take a bus, it wasn't that long of a ride, just a half a hour long, but she did regret not going to the bathroom before leaving her house
"Heh, not like I'm gonna end up like Lily last week"
She thought to herself.
She got to her house in the afternoon. She ringed the bell and as soon as the door opened she threw herself on Lilian hugging her and showering her with kisses, Lily embraced her back. They were both happy. It was gonna be a very exciting weekend.
"So... ready to have a nice few days with me?"
"Yeaaaah! Can't wait! But first I need to pee, don't wanna end up like you last week!"
As Gwen said this, Lily's face started matching her hair color, she wanted to think of something to answer but Gwen was already off running to the bathroom.
She finally relieved herself in her girlfriend's bathroom, she got out and started looking through her backpack, she took a small package out and handed it to Lilian, she opened it to reveal a pair of panties, with flowers on them.
"Just don't pee in this pair, honey please?"
Lilian didn't even answer she just blushed more, and to Gwen's surprise she did something really unexpected: she pulled her shorts down, revealing she was going commando, and put the flower patterned panties on, she smiled looking directly in Gwen's eyes as she pulled her shorts up. This time it was Gwen who started blushing
"Gosh... I love you soo much" she said as she threw herself on Lilian again, they started making out but Lily stopped her
"There will be time for that later hun, now it's time to get our swimsuits on and get drunk by the pool, don't you agree?"
"Of course!" Gwen squeaked
"Okay then... I'll go get the booze, you go put your bikini on and wait for me at the pool, 'kay?"
Gwen just nodded, with a big smile on her face and rushed off to get changed, she rushed through her backpack took her bikini out, a simple dark blue one, she then took her clothes off and put her bikini on and rushed to the pool. She didn't stop smiling the whole time.
Gwen was waiting, sitting by the pool and dipping her feet in it when Lily showed up, with two bottles in one hand, and two glasses in the other.
She was wearing a much skimpier red bikini. While Gwen didn't have the most perfect body as she didn't work out much, she was still quite slim, Lilian instead was well toned. She put the bottles and the glasses down on a small table and went to sit by Gwen.
"God you're hot" They said at the same time and started laughing. Lilian then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, put an evil smile on her face and just pushed her poor girlfriend in the pool.
"GAH! IT'S SO COLD HOWCOULDYOUDOTHISTOME?!"
Lilian just laughed and jumped in the pool as well, then hugged Gwen
"Don't worry... I'll warm ya..."
They started kissing.
After a while of enjoying themselves in the pool, they got out and started sunbathing while drinking. Lilian took off the upper part of her bikini and laid on her belly, enjoying the sun, the drinks, and especially her company. Gwen couldn't help thinking about how beautiful her girlfriend was
"Lily, I love you so much" she said smiling
Lilian smiled too, got on top of her and they started making love.
A few hours later they were cuddling on a towel, by now it was evening, the bottles of alcohol were empty and they were very happy. After a while they went back to the house, Lilian didn't bother putting her bikini back on and started making dinner. Gwen, who wasn't used to drinking that much just sat on the couch waiting for dinner while trying not to fall asleep.
After dinner Gwen felt exhausted and drunk, she was ready to call it a day a go to sleep with Lily, but she had other plans. Gwen was waiting for her, sitting in her bed, when Lilian showed up. Naked. Gwen thought that she was looking at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, then opened her mouth to say something but Lily quickly shut her up with a deep kiss and started undressing her girlfriend. Once she was also naked Gwen started touching her girlfriend's body, she wanted to feel everything that there was too feel. Lilian did the same, and they made out for a few minutes, when Lily couldn't take it anymore she just pushed Gwen on the bed.
They made love again, Gwen thought she had never felt such pleasure as tonight, while Lily was thinking that this was the most beautiful night of her life and nothing could ruin it.
"I'm just gonna quickly go to the bathroom, sweetheart" when Gwen didn't answer she realized she was already asleep, Lily smiled
"Goodnight beautiful" and kissed her forhead.
Once Lily came back from the bathroom she just snuggled next to her and fell asleep.
For some reason Gwen that night had strange dreams, she really wasn't used to drinking that much and wasn't used to the effect that much alcohol can have... She woke up a few hours later. It was still night, Lily was hugging her pillow next to her, "cutie" she thought. But then she realized something felt off... her crotch was... wet? Did she fell asleep with her bikini still on? "Anyway it should have dried by now" she thought.
She touched the sheets beneath her. And her heart sunk, they were soaked, so were her panties and even part of her shirt. She couldn't believe it, she... had wet the bed.
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Chapter 5 enjoy!
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It had been a week since their romantic getaway at Lilian's house and although it didn't exactly go as they had planned they still had a great time. Lilian couldn't stop thinking about what happened during the last day though, when she deliberately wet herself in her bikini in front of her girlfriend Gwen, it was the only thing that she could think about. She was really embarrassed by it, just a few weeks earlier she was so shy she couldn't admit her need to pee and then she wet herself in front of Gwen twice, one time by accident and the other on purpose. One of the reasons she could not stop thinking about her second accident was because she also absolutely loved it, she remembered feeling naughty and cute at the same time and it also turned her on, she had some fun times when she was in bed by herself thinking about the whole thing.
She was supposed to meet Gwen in a few hours, they were supposed to have dinner together at a fancy restaurant, right now she was working at some assignments for university sitting at her desk wearing a tank top and her underwear when she noticed her bladder signaling that it was time to use the toilet, she shoved her hand between her legs and started remembering how good it felt to let go in front of Gwen, so she started debating in her head if she should wet herself right then and there, go to the bathroom or if she should hold her pee until she met Gwen. She looked at the clock and thought to herself "fuck it, I'll hold it."
She kept studying until it was time to prepare to go out, she took a quick shower which only increased her need to pee, she put on a black night dress and did her makeup with one shoved between her legs. When she was finally ready she head out to meet up with Gwen.
Gwen had been waiting in front of the fancy restaurant they were supposed to eat at for a few minutes now, when she finally saw the beautiful redhead arrive, she couldn't help but smile and immediately hugged her.
"You're finally here! What took you so long?"
"You know how it is, I need time to prepare."
"Yeah sure, sure. Let's just go inside before they give our table to someone else!"
The dinner was going perfectly, the food was great, they were spending the whole time talking and laughing, and Lilian could easily keep her legs crossed without Gwen noticing thank to the table. By now she really had to pee, she knew she could just go to the bathroom but... She wanted to have fun! She kept thinking about how amazing it felt to have an accident in front of Gwen last time, and she was very determined to replicate that feeling. She just knew that she had to be careful and that she had to hurry up, cause she really needed to pee.
By the time dessert arrived her need grew worse, partially thanks to the wine and partially because she had been holding for hours. So she wasn't really surprised when the first leak slipped through and dampened her panties, she started squirming she knew that she should stop doing it cause if she didn't Gwen would immediately realize her need but she couldn't help it, she had to go so bad.
And of course it didn't take long at all for Gwen to realize, she was annoyed by that.
"Lily, really? Wetting yourself in front of me twice isn't enough for you to be able to tell me that you need to pee?! I mean last time you wet yourself on purpose!"
"Lower your voice please! You're right, I need to go... badly. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"It's fine... Just go pee! There's no need for you to just sit there and suffer."
This was the perfect chance for Lilian, and she didn't let it slide.
"I'm so sorry, I can't... go the bathroom!"
"Why the hell not Lilian?!"
"Because... I'm already going... I'm so sorry!"
Just as she said that she let loose, a river started emerging from between her legs which quickly became a waterfall of pee as it went down her long legs, soaking her feet and her high heels and forming a small lake beneath her chair. She buried her face in her hands. She couldn't believe what she had just done and where she had done it! Everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at her, she felt like she could die from the embarrassment but at the same time she was feeling all the sensations she felt last time: she felt excited, naughty, turned on and she felt very very wet.
They quickly paid their bills and left the restaurant as quickly as possible. When they were outside Gwen just looked at Lilian.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... sorry... I should have told you I needed to go."
"Huh-huh you enjoyed that, didn't you?"
"What? What are you talking about?!"
"Don't play dumb with me! I saw you! You had the same face the last time you wet yourself by the pool, you enjoyed it!
"Well... What if I did?"
"Well if you did, I'd tell you not to do it in a restaurant where some poor guy has to clean, your piss!"
"I... Oh God you're right Gwen... I'm an idiot"
"And secondly, I'd say that since when I wet myself in your bed you had no problem cleaning my pee, I'd have no problem cleaning yours!"
"Wait, are you saying you're okay with this? I mean with me doing it?"
"Yeah of course I am! You could have just told me, instead you decided the better idea was too wet yourself in a restaurant. Next time, just tell me when you're planning on doing it okay? Now let's get you home, you need a bath dummy."
And with that they walked home, hand in hand, while Lilian dreamed of the future possibilities of what Gwen had just told her. |
Chapter 6! I'm so sorry it took me so long!
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Lilian and Gwen were enjoying a nice night out like they hadn’t done in a while, they had both been really busy with university but their hard work was finally paying off. On that particular night they had been invited to a party in a very fancy house by some of Lilian’s classmates and as it can be expected a party on a Saturday night by a bunch of twenty-something year olds got pretty wild.
Lilian was wearing a pretty revealing red dress and red heels, while Gwen was wearing a long black dress, by midnight they were both really drunk and Lily’s bladder was obviously really full as she started feeling reeaally kinky. She started giggling as she said:
“Gwennie… I think I’m gonna piss myself!”
“What? Lily no! You can’t do that here! You go to university with most of these people… Listen I need to pee too, let’s just go to the bathroom, okay?”
“But that’s no fuuuuun! It’ll be so much better if I piss myself trust me!”
“No, it won’t! Listen I know you like doing that, but they’ll never stop making fun of you if you do it here!”
After some more back and forth she finally convinced her really drunk girlfriend to not pee right were she stood, and they started heading to the ladies’ room, but unluckily for them there was a pretty long line and they quickly realized that they weren’t the only ones desperate for a wee.
In front of them there was a cute black girl with short curly hair, wearing a short dress, who was bending over with her hands shoved between her legs, as she saw her Lilian whispered to Gwen:
“Looks like there’s someone doing worse than us, sweetie”
“Yeah… poor girl really looks like she has to go”
“Well so do I Gwen! I don’t see why I have to suffer through this when I could just let go!”
“I already explained to you why! Now shush and hold it, I gotta go too!”
Lilian didn’t speak for a while, instead she focused on trying not to pee herself even if she really wanted to and she focused on the girl in front of her who was doing way worse than her. As Lilian watched the girl do a very obvious potty dance she realized she was getting turned on, after all she was really cute and she really looked like she was about to wet herself. Lilian couldn’t take her eyes off of her, if the girl actually peed herself it would be the first time she’d see someone actually have an accident out of desperation, Gwen’s accident didn’t really count cause that time it happened in her sleep so Lily was feeling really excited.
The line was progressing really slowly but it was about to be that girl’s turn so Lilian, determined to see her wet herself, had an idea. She took Gwen by her hand and she walked her at the beginning of the line and said to the girl standing in front of the bathroom door:
“I’m sorry my girlfriend is feeling really sick, can you let her cut the line?”
The girl just sighed and nodded letting Gwen go in front of her, much to the curly haired girl’s dismay.
At this point Lilian just went back to her place behind her and started speaking to her
“Wow it looks like you really have to go!”
“Yeah, no shit! And you just put someone else in front of me!”
“Uh… I’m so sorry about that but my girlfriend wasn’t really feeling well… If it makes you feel better I’m actually about to wet myself too…”
“Ugh, it’s okay, I just hope they hurry the fuck up!”
“So… What’s your name?”
“I’m Michelle”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Lilian, although I’d wish it was under better circumstances, cause if I have to be honest with you I don’t think I’m gonna make it…”
“Yeah I feel you…”
A few minutes went by and now Gwen was entering the bathroom leaving only one more girl in front of Michelle and Lily, but just before going back to her place in line Lilian had whispered to Gwen to take up as much time as she could in there hoping it would be enough to make Michelle have an accident.
A few more minutes went by and Gwen still hadn’t come out.
“So you said your girlfriend was sick… right?”
“Yeah… why?”
“Do you think she’s gonna take much longer in there? Cause I’m really about to reach a limit here”
“Actually she was really sick, so yeah… It could take a while…”
“Fuck fuck fuck! No, I can’t hold it anymore!”
As she said that, the dam broke and a waterfall started pouring out from Michelle’s dress quickly forming a huge puddle at her feet that quickly started spreading to Lilian’s feet too, She couldn’t believe what she was seeing: another adult was having an accident right in front of her! And not only that, but Lilian could only think about how beautiful Michelle was while peeing herself, she couldn’t take her eyes off her beautiful brown legs glistening under the waterfall of pee.
But she was soon snapped back to reality by her own need, watching someone else have an accident was simply too much to handle, plus she didn’t really see another reason to keep trying holding on and also it was kind of her fault Michelle was having an accident, so it was only fair she would one too. Lilian just spread her legs and let out a loud moan as pee started pouring from her cascading down her legs, into her heels and forming a puddle that quickly merged with Michelle’s.
As Michelle finished peeing she turned around only to see Lilian peeing too
“Sorry… seeing you have an accident was simply too much….”
Michelle didn’t even answer, she just ran way as fast as she could. Lilian could hear people laughing and making fun of her, but she was too drunk to care the only thing she could think to do was lifting her dress and taking off her panties to throw them in the huge combined puddle at her feet, giving basically everyone who was looking at her a very nice show, that’s when she felt someone grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her away.
When they got in the car Gwen was the first to speak
“So that was your plan, huh? Making that poor girl have an accident and then piss yourself in front of everyone too?”
“Gwen just… Shut up.”
As she said that Lilian just jumped on top of her girlfriend and started making out with her, later that night she’d have the most intense orgasms in her life. |
“Wake up honey the bus will be here in five minutes.”
“Aww come on can’t I just stay home.” Alexia said, yawning.
“It’s the last week and besides it’s all half days like you said so just say goodbye to your friends and get your yearbook signed.”
“Ughhh fine, I guess.” Alexia said dragging herself out of bed.
“Hurry up and get changed before the bus comes.”
“I’m just gonna wear this shirt with my pajama pants. It’s only class parties for the end so I’m not worried about looking great.”
“Alright sweetie”
Alexia began grabbing her backpack and quickly combed her blonde hair down to fix her bed head as best as she could.
“Hurry honey your bus is early.”
Alexia hearing this quickly ran from her room and headed towards the front door and said goodbye to her mom. As she ran towards the bus the cold morning air against her stomach gave her goosebumps. “Maybe a crop top wasn’t a great idea.” She thought to herself as she got onto the bus.
Arriving at school Alexia began walking to her first period and stopped at the drinking fountain on the way to her class. Alexia stood for what felt like almost three minutes drinking water as she completely forgot to grab a water bottle before she left home. Once she finished the first bell went off which meant she had five minutes to get to class.
Entering the class room she could see that they were just gonna be watching a movie while eating snacks and drinking soda for the next hour. The movie was quite entertaining and actually made the class period go by rather quickly and before she knew it the bell was going off and it was time to go to her next class.
By this point Alexia has realized that she never went to the bathroom when she had left her house and started feeling the need to relieve herself, but also didn’t want to have to use the school toilets. So she decided to hold it till the end of the school day as “it's only three hours of school anyways.” she thoughts to herself.
Now arriving in her second period she sat down and waited for the teacher to say what they would be doing for the hour long class period.
“So to celebrate you guys graduating high school I decided we would do some school work.”
“You're joking right?” One of the kids up front said.
“Yeah I’m just messin with you guys. You really think I wanted to plan something. Anyways you guys can just do whatever.”
After about thirty minutes of Alexia just playing on her phone while talking to her friend she decided that she was starting to feel desperate enough to need to pee and decided to finally ask if she could go.
“Hey would it be alright if I-“ was all Alexia got out before being interrupted by the speaker.
“The school is now entering an emergency lockdown as a store was recently robbed nearby and the suspect is on the run.” The loud female voice on the speaker said.
“Alright I'm gonna lock the door. Everyone get into the corner and stay quiet.” The teacher said quickly, ignoring whatever Alexia was about to ask.
Alexia went and sat down on the floor next to her friend.
“Of course right when I was about to ask to go to the bathroom this had to happen.” Alexia whispered to her friend.
“Ah come on I doubt this will last that long. How bad do you have to go?” Alexia’s friend Kelly asked in a concerned tone.
“I didn’t pee when I left home this morning. I feel like I'm going to burst soon.” Alexia said, holding her crotch to try and help.
“Try not to think about it. Let’s talk about our summer plans to get your mind off of it.”
After about thirty minutes of sitting and waiting the lady on the intercom announced “The suspect has been apprehended. The lockdown is now over.”
By this point Alexia had been rocking back and forth with her hand pushed against her crotch for the last five minutes trying not to pee herself. She didn’t tell her friend, but Alexia was pretty sure she had peed herself slightly.
“Well since class is over in two minutes you all can leave early.” The teacher said as he got up and turned the lights back on.
Alexia not wanting to be embarrassed tried not to make it obvious how much she needed to pee and just getting up from the ground made her feel herself let out a spurt on accident. By this point Alexia could barely walk and as soon as she could she started heading towards the bathroom at the end of her hall which was only about a thirty second walk from her classroom normally. Alexia was forced to move slowly towards the bathroom and finally reached the door after what felt like an entirety of moving forward inch by inch. As she grabbed the door handle and attempted to quickly open the door the handle didn’t move.
“This has to be a joke right.” Alexia thought to herself as the need to pee became urgent and now the closest bathroom towards her was the one near the cafeteria that was almost a two and a half minute walk at a normal pace. Not wanting to waste time and already feeling her underwear were damp enough she as quickly as she could started heading towards the bathroom, but then a problem arose as the bell rang and a bunch of students now poured into the hallways. Alexia struggled even more to hold her pee as the crowd of people around her pushed her small 5’4 frame around. By the time she reached the bathroom she could feel that some pee was in the crotch of her pajama pants, but thankfully it wasn't obvious.
As Alexia hobbled into the bathroom she looked to the left and was relieved the stalls were open, but as she hobbled towards them she then heard a familiar voice to her right.
“Well if it isn’t Alexia.” Rebecca said with a rude tone.
“Please not now” Alexia replied back in a pleading tone. Scared of what the bullies might do.
“Aww what's wrong. Are scared?” Rebecca's friend Trinity said.
“Please I’m just here to go pee.” Alexia pleaded again while standing still with her legs crossed and her hand pushed into her crotch.
Rebecca and Trinity were both outcast bullies of the school that had almost been expelled before for getting into fights with the other girls. Each girl was around 5’8 and had been on the girls wrestling team before getting kicked off for bad grades and having too much in school suspension.
“Here let us help you with that.” Rebecca said as she and Trinity walked closer to Alexia.
As Alexia heard Rebecca say that she quickly tried to walk backwards as fast as she could, but couldn’t get away fast enough. Trinity stepped behind her and blocked her from moving back any more. Rebecca now stood in front Alexia looking down on her. Alexia was so worried that she felt another spurt of pee begin to run down her leg and soak into her sock. Rebecca then pushed Alexia and Trinity put her foot behind Alexia’s heel. This caused Alexia to fall down onto her butt and put out her hands to land onto. Alexia could do nothing now to stop herself from flooding her pants.
Alexia was now frozen on the floor peeing herself. The loud hissing sound made it obvious and quickly she felt her butt become drenched in the puddle that quickly formed under her.
“Oh my god Trinity do you hear that.” Rebecca started laughing now at Alexia who was still frozen on the ground peeing herself..
“Look at the puddle. Oh Jesus, can you smell that Rebecca?” Trinity said as the smell of dark yellow puddle filled the area.
“Are you just gonna sit there in your little piss puddle you little baby?” Rebecca said in a mocking tone.
“Jesus look at how big the puddle is Rebecca.” Trinity said slightly laughing at Alexia’s situation.
Alexia had no clue what to say. She had finally stopped peeing herself, but it didn’t matter as the butt and crotch of her pajama pants were now soaking wet. The back of her pants were soaked all the way up to her waistline and down to her thighs from sitting in the puddle.
“Get up now you big baby.” Rebecca said with an evil grin, “Come on Trinity let’s pick her up I have one last thing I wanna do.”
Each girl grabbed one of Alexia's arms and lifted her up off the ground. This now made all the pee soaked into her pants and panties begin to run down her legs and into her shoes.
“Hey Trinity, watch this.” Rebecca said as she grabbed the back of Alexia’s soaked pants and then yanked them up to give Alexia a wedgie.
Alexia didn’t even try to stop it. She could feel more of her pee get gushed out of the fabric and run down her legs. The smell of pee was so bad that she knew it would be apparent to anyone that she peed herself. If her sopping wet pants didn’t already make it obvious enough.
“Ew you disgusting brat you got your piss all over my hand. As if just the smell of you wasn't bad enough.” Rebecca then looked over at Trinity, “Come on let's wash our hands then get out of here before pissbaby starts crying.”
As Rebecca and Trinity left they both looked at Alexia and laughed as they left the bathroom. Alexia still stood frozen before finally beginning to cry. As she looked down with tears in her eyes she could see the large puddle that was around her feet. Alexia looked forward into the mirror and could see herself standing in the puddle with dark streaks running down the center of her pajama pants. Her Pajama pants were obviously hiked up in the back from the wedgie she received that she still had not removed. Still crying she finally moved her hand and grabbed the back of her soaked bottom and began to pull it out of her butt cheeks. The pee soaked fabric slid out quickly and left Alexia’s hand covered in pee.
Finally deciding to move, Alexia began walking towards the sink and could feel her wet pants sticking to her legs. Alexia stood at the sink sniffling while she washed her hand. She didn’t know what to do. If she left now it would be obvious she pissed herself, but if she waited someone might come in and see her or the kids on the bus would smell her or notice her wet pants. Her only chance would be to wring her pants out and walk home and hope no one would notice her.
Heading into the large stall she started to take off her heavy pajama bottoms that made a splat sound as she let them fall down onto the floor. after she took them off she noticed her white panties were now slightly see through from how wet they were. Standing in the stall with her bottoms off she started to roll up her pants and begin to wring them out over the toilet. With each large surge of pee gushing out of her pants it made her feel more embarrassed by the fact that she was eighteen and had peed herself like some baby.
After wringing her pants out till no more pee poured out she placed them on the purse hook and began to grab the toilet paper to wipe down the pee droplets that were still on her legs. Her skin felt rubbery and slightly sticky from all the pee and as much as she thought about it she didn’t want to use the toilet water to clean her legs.
Grabbing her pants off the hook she now began to put back on the now slightly damp, but completely covered in pee bottoms. They didn’t feel as heavy as before, but still felt gross to be walking around in and the smell was still awful. Knowing that time was of the essence she grabbed her bag and began to walk out of the stall past the puddle that reminded her of what happened almost five minutes ago. Washing her hands she then wiped her eyes one last time to try and hide the fact that she was crying.
Now walking to the door she opened it slightly to see if she heard anyone, but it seemed quiet. Now stepping out of the bathroom she quickly became extremely anxious especially when she saw a kid sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, but as she stared at the kid she was no longer worried when she realized he was listening to music looking at his phone. To avoid going past the kid Alexia went to the right and walked out of the cafeteria building. She looked around now and saw a couple of students walking outside and not paying much attention to her. She decided her best course of action would be to leave through one of the gates behind the school as it was likely no one would be there.
As she walked she was thankful the sun was at least out and that it was hot so she could hopefully have her pants somewhat dried quickly as she quickly grew uncomfortable from the feeling especially with her thighs slightly rubbing causing her pants to chafe. Every now and then between steps she would feel a drip run down her legs from her panties that she now regretted not wringing out, but it was too late to worry about that now. As she rounded the corner to the back of the cafeteria she saw the open fence gate she wanted to head for to get off the school premises and begin to walk home.
“I need to check how long this is gonna take.” She thought to herself while pulling out her map app. Typing in her home address from where she was she then checked the app and read “Estimated 30 minutes”. “Oh come on.” She whined to herself.
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After only twenty minutes of walking she felt that her pants were now almost completely dry from the hot air, but everywhere near her panties was still grossly damp and when she reached down into the back of her pants to feel her underwear it was obvious that they weren't going to dry out as they left her fingers slightly damp. Being outside now helped her smell issue she was dealing with earlier, but every now and then she would catch a whiff of the disgusting smell of her dried pee pants. Her hands also reeked from just touching her pants as she walked.
“I hope this smell leaves me and my clothes. Last thing I wanna do is throw away some clothes cause some bully made me piss myself.” She thought to herself angrily. By this point she was starting to get tired of being constantly anxious of some stranger or a friend realizing what she did, but her panic couldn’t be stopped till she got home and she was now entering her neighborhood ready for the shower she needed.
“Oh thank god.” She sighed with relief that no one was at her house. Opening her front door she threw her bag down onto the ground and ran to her room to get a change of clothes and a towel. Shutting the door to the bathroom and locking it felt like having an anvil lifted off her shoulders. Finally able to shower she pulled down her pajama pants and could feel the damp and grossly dried parts. After throwing her pajama pants to the side she then grabbed her panties and was grossed out immediately by the disgusting feeling of grabbing her wet pee soaked underwear. It felt as if not a single spot was dry. As she pulled them down the wet rough feeling of them rubbed her legs and felt like she was taking off a wet bikini. She then picked up the wet and slightly cold underwear and threw them into the corner by her pajamas pants. Even with her clothes off she could still smell that the stench of pee was still on her with a slight annoyed sigh she then said “This better come off.” as she hopped into the shower ready to wash away the day.
The end
criticisms also copy and pasted from a google doc I wrote this in so any weird formating is from that.
Edited February 11, 2021 by Conteur
Adding some text and fixing grammar
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Another story commission, this one in a series I'm quite familiar with, that being the Monogatari series! This one was commissioned by @Infecteddeer12! Naturally, since I already like the series, and I like Hanekawa's character, I had a lot of fun writing this one!
Hanekawa's Dilemma
To say that Hanekawa’s home life was rough was a bit of an understatement. Two distant adults, living in a home with a child who was not their own, and a child living under the roof of two people she could hardly call her parents. Most of the time, they neglected her needs and largely ignored her, and when they did pay attention to her, it usually wasn’t a good thing.
Still, over the years, Hanekawa had learned to live with this kind of situation, and was usually rather self-sufficient. She cooked for herself, did her own laundry, and back before a particular incident had burned down her old house, she silently put up with sleeping in the hallway because she didn’t have a room.
Luckily, she now had her own room, but she largely suspected that was mostly because her step-parents didn’t have an excuse not to give her one anymore, now that they had a bigger house. They largely treated her the same overall, but Hanekawa was quickly coming up on the age where she’d be able to be self-sufficient on her own, and she could leave them behind anyway. Most days, she was able to ignore it.
Today was not one of those days.
Every once in a while, Hanekawa would do something that would annoy her step-parents. Well, in truth, she got the impression that her very existence annoyed them. But sometimes it would be something in particular. She didn’t always know what it was. Sometimes they’d tell her, but sometimes they’d just take their general anger out on her in one way or another. Usually it was small, inconvenient things. Eating a meal she had prepared for lunch the night before, leaving their dirty clothes in the laundry machine so she couldn’t wash her own clothes.
Hanekawa supposed that this was another one of those petty things. She was fortunate enough to have gotten a room, but the house wasn’t large enough to have more than one toilet, and currently it was being used. Or at the very least, the door was locked. A knock garnered her no response, and she doubted there was actually anyone in there. This wasn’t uncommon. Just another way for her parents to inconvenience her.
Hanekawa let out a small sigh and continued on with her morning routine. She used the kitchen sink to freshen up instead, fixing her hair as best as she could without a mirror and brushing her teeth. She then grabbed her things for school and left the house. She never bothered calling out that she was leaving these days.
As she walked, Hanekawa felt a nagging signal from her bladder. Deprived of her morning pee due to the locked toilet, Hanekawa just hoped she’d get to school early enough that she could go before her first class. At first it was no big deal. The walk to school wasn’t that long, and Hanekawa’s urge to pee wasn’t overwhelming. She’d definitely be able to hold it.
However, the longer and longer she walked, the worse her need got. She tried to remember if she had gone right before bed the night before, but she couldn’t remember. If she hadn’t, then the last time she went was after dinner. That would’ve been quite a while, and would definitely explain her increasing urge. However, she would’ve woken up bursting that morning if that were the case, so she figured she must’ve gone before bed and just couldn’t remember.
Still, being a girl who was diligent about getting a full night’s sleep, that meant that she hadn’t relieved herself for at least 8 or 9 hours by now. Even if she was running on empty when she went to bed, her bladder would’ve undoubtedly been filling up slowly all night.
Hanekawa bit her lip and quickened her pace. As the class rep, she had duties that extended beyond those of a regular student, and therefore she needed to talk to the teacher before class today. If she didn’t get to school on time, she’d have to choose between her bodily needs and her responsibilities.
She made a beeline for the school and hoped that she’d make it in time.
Naturally, that was when she ran into probably the worst possible person to run into at the time. Araragi Koyomi.
Well, run into implied that it was a casual meeting. Like two friends meeting each other on the way to school. If it had been something as simple as that, Hanekawa wouldn’t have been nearly as concerned.
“Hanekawa! Thank goodness! I’m saved. As you can see, I’m in a bit of a bind, and I could use your help here.”
A bind was an understatement. Araragi was, for some odd reason or another, stuck hanging upside down at the top of a pole for a traffic signal.
Given Hanekawa’s current situation with her full bladder, as well as the fact that this was undoubtedly the result of some incident involving an oddity and she really couldn’t afford getting roped into any of that right now, tempted Hanekawa to keep walking. And she almost did. She waved politely to Araragi as though this were a very casual situation, and began walking on by. But then three steps later she let out a sigh, stopped, and turned around.
The pole had numerous metal studs sticking out of it that she could just grip with her outdoor shoes. She climbed the pole, wincing as her bladder yelled in protest, and began ascending. Climbing with a full bladder was trickier than she thought. Each time she raised her legs to catch the next stud, she felt waves of sudden desperation wash over her. Somehow, though, she managed to stay dry as she reached Araragi. He had been tied up with some sort of bandages, which weren’t exactly hard to cut through, and soon, he was free.
Unfortunately for Araragi, free also meant that he had nothing holding him up anymore, and he fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud.
Hanekawa began climbing down slowly. Araragi had handled much worse, but Hanekawa didn’t trust a jump of that height. Even if she did, she definitely didn’t trust that she’d stay dry through the sudden jolt of a landing. Of course, this also meant that she was giving Araragi, who had recovered rather quickly, an unobscured view of her panties.
“Knowing Araragi, he’ll stare. Well, I suppose it’ll serve as an apology for dropping him on the ground.”
By the time Hanekawa had made it to the ground, she was forced to squeeze her thighs together as her bladder quivered from what she just did. Not wanting to wait around, she made sure Araragi wasn’t too hurt to walk, and started walking side-by-side with him as they talked.
“So,” Hanekawa began, “Why were you hanging upside-down from a traffic signal?”
“I got thrown into a TV and you didn’t rescue me in time,” Araragi joked. Hanekawa glared over at him, unamused. Her full bladder had left her with a lot less patience for his antics than normal.
“Okay, fine,” Araragi sighed, “I’ve been trying to resolve an issue with a mummy.”
“A mummy? You mean one those mummified corpses from egypt?” Hanekawa asked.
“Kind of. Well, not exactly. It’s more like, it’s not a true mummy. It’s just a mummified piece of some important monk who died a long time ago. But Yugino-san, one of our underclassmen, has accidentally awakened it by praying to it because of her mother’s illness, and…”
Hanekawa’s attention was torn away from Araragi’s explanation and once again to her full bladder, which was back to nagging her as she walked. Climbing had made it way worse, and she was finding it hard to keep her composure. She wanted to keep squeezing her thighs together while she walked, even though that would make her gait look awkward, and if Aaragi wasn’t there and she wasn’t in public, she would’ve definitely been holding herself openly right now.
Hanekawa fell behind Araragi as she walked, wondering what to do. After helping Araragi down from the pole, she was definitely not going to have enough time to both use the restroom and talk to the teacher before class. Biting her lip, she wracked her brain, trying to come up with some excuse she could give her teacher so she could pee before class.
Suddenly, she realized the answer was right in front of her, literally.
“Oh, Araragi-kun, you’re bleeding.”
Sure enough, in his fight with the mummy that had landed him in his precarious situation, Araragi’s pant leg had been torn, and beneath it was a still bleeding cut.
“Oh, so I am,” Araragi looked down, noticing the cut himself.
“I’ll escort you to the infirmary before class. You shouldn’t leave that open or it might get infected,” Hanekawa pointed out.
While that was true, and while Hanekawa was concerned with Araragi’s well-being, she’d be lying if she didn’t say she didn’t have an ulterior motive for wanting to take Araragi to the infirmary. If she said she was helping an injured student before class, she could slip off to the restrooms and finally relieve herself while also having a perfectly valid reason for not talking to the teacher before class.
Unfortunately, that also meant Hanekawa would have to hold it while taking Araragi to the infirmary, but hopefully that wouldn’t take too long.
By the time the two got to school, Hanekawa was seriously feeling desperate. She could feel a bulge in her abdomen where her bladder was pressing outwards. She could feel the pressure mounting as her bladder muscles fought to contain the urine inside her. What should’ve been her morning pee was sitting inside her uncomfortably, and she could hardly wait to let it out.
She wriggled subtly as she made her way down the halls, taking Araragi to the infirmary. When they got there, however, the school nurse was nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t uncommon. Their school’s nurse was notoriously lazy and would often sleep somewhere obscure to avoid his duties.
“Oh dear, it looks like the school nurse is slacking off again,” Araragi sighed melodramatically, “I guess the gorgeous and big-breasted Hanekawa-san will just have to be my nurse today.”
“What makes you think I’m going to do that?” Hanekawa asked, frowning.
“Well, it just seemed like something the diligent, kindhearted Hanekawa would do out of the kindness of her heart,” Araragi replied.
“You changed your description of me to be less perverted and more flattering. Are you trying to make me feel bad for not helping you out again?”
Still, for the second time that day, Hanekawa found herself helping out Araragi in spite of her own situation. Ignoring her desperation, she turned around and grabbed some first aid supplies, telling Araragi to have a seat. She knelt down to get a better look at the cut on his leg, and her bladder screamed at her in protest. Freezing in place and squeezing her thighs together, she fought back the wave of desperation and continued, hoping Araragi was too transfixed by whatever perverted nurse fantasy he was having right now to have noticed her discomfort.
She first cleaned the wound with alcohol, taking a bit more pleasure than she probably should have in pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton swab into the cut and listening to Araragi wince as it burned. She then rubbed antibacterial ointment over the cut, and finally dressed the wound with some gauze.
She stood up again and her bladder once again made itself known, and she had to fight every instinct to double over and grab herself. Instead, she drew in a sharp breath and clenched her thighs together, hoping that would be enough to stave off the desperation. Luckily, it seemed like Araragi was still caught up in his “Nurse Hanekawa” fantasy becoming a reality that he once again didn’t notice. She cleared her throat and said he could be excused, and he nodded and headed for the door.
“I have to talk to the teacher before class, so you go on ahead and I’ll head to the faculty room,” Hanekawa replied. Of course, she had no intention of actually going to the faculty room right away. She was absolutely going to the restroom first, but otherwise Araragi might have expected them to walk to class together.
“Okay, thank you, Hanekawa,” Araragi smiled, heading out and leaving. The second he was gone, Hanekawa grabbed herself and danced in place desperately. She needed to go right now.
“Geez, you’re still so helpless around him.”
Hanekawa recognized that voice. The sawarineko that had possessed her. Black Hanekawa. An oddity born from her stress. She had assumed after they had merged, that the being known as Black Hanekawa would cease to exist. But it was more like Black Hanekawa had become a background part of her personality. An inner voice that would sometimes chastise her for putting others, especially Araragi, before herself.
“You still go too far out of your way to appease him, even though you know he loves Senjougahara. You let him oggle your body because you feel good knowing that the person you like finds you attractive. Hell, you’re only bursting right now because you let him talk you into doing someone else’s job. You should’ve left him here and went to the restroom.”
Hanekawa ignored Black Hanekawa’s voice and made a beeline for the nearest restrooms. She could make it, as long as she walked there fast enough.
“Oh, Hanekawa-san, perfect. Just the person I needed to talk to.”
By some cruel twist of fate, Hanekawa’s teacher had run into her before she could make it to the bathroom. Now all excuses of taking Araragi to the infirmary were out the window. Hanekawa forced a smile as she squeezed her thighs together and started walking with the teacher while talking with her about some class rep stuff she had been asked to do. Mostly stuff about speaking with the student council to ensure their class had appropriate funds allocated for an upcoming event. It was mostly just paperwork and Hanekawa was more focused on her swollen bladder than the details at the moment. She was on full autopilot as she rattled off information she had gotten from the student council to the teacher, and presented her with some forms.
By the time they were done talking, they had reached the classroom and it was time for the first class. Hanekawa cast one last, longing glance at the restrooms she had passed straight by down the hall. She could hardly ask to go with her teacher standing right there. Instead, she reluctantly stepped into the classroom and took a seat, taking the privacy the desk gave her to clamp a hand down between her legs as she squirmed around.
Hanekawa was already bursting by the time she entered the classroom. Holding it through the entire lesson was going to be torturous for her and her already swollen bladder. She made an effort to look like she was preparing her materials to take notes, but all her mind could focus on was how badly she had to pee.
All I have to do is hold it until the end of class. I just have to hold it.
Minutes dragged on as Hanekawa suffered silently in her seat. Waves of desperation came one after another and she was restless underneath her desk. She tried to be subtle about it, but she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her thighs together and clenching herself with one hand as she struggled to focus on the class.
A few moments later, Hanekawa got hit by a particularly strong wave of desperation. The signal from her swollen bladder when shooting up her body and she doubled over onto her desk, jamming her hand as she crossed her legs in an attempt to fight off the surge of pressure. Her bladder muscles quivered and a small leak escaped into her black panties. She bit her lip and clamped down even harder to try to stem any more spurts. She sat there like that, struggling, and hoping no one wouldn’t notice.
She almost leaked again, but luckily she was able to hold out until the wave subsided, and she went back to shuffling ler legs desperately. Sweat was starting to bead on her forehead, and as her eyes darted to the clock. She was only a fourth of the way into the class. She was already this desperate, and she still had to suffer through most of the lesson.
“Oh please, just go already! Is it really too much to just ask the teacher for permission?”
Black Hanekawa again. This time, in her mind’s eye, she saw the source of the voice. An image of herself, her own body. But with stark white hair rather than her natural black. She was wearing nothing but her own black bra and panties, showing off her ample chest and curves. The face was hers, although the eyes were not. Bright yellow with cat-like slits for pupils rather than her subdued violet. However, the most striking features that Black Hanekawa had that Hanekawa herself did not were the white tail and cat ears jutting out of her backside and hair respectively.
Black Hanekawa was sitting on the ground, tail flicking irritatedly as she glared up at Hanekawa.
“Seriously, is there any particular reason you’re still holding it? Perhaps you’re too embarrassed to ask. No, that wouldn’t be it. We both know you’re bold enough to speak up on your own if it’s something important. Besides, even if you were embarrassed, you wouldn’t risk wetting yourself over that, because wetting yourself would be far more embarrassing.”
Why are you here? You’re not helping.
“I manifest the strongest when you’re the one stressing about stuff. You accepted me as part of you, so I’m not going to go on any more rampages, but when you don’t take care of yourself, you’re gonna get an earful from me. Of course, we’re the same person, so I already know the real reason why you don’t want to just ask to use the restroom.”
Hanekawa continued to squirm in her seat as she pictured Black Hanekawa pointing an accusatory finger at her.
“It’s Araragi. You don’t want him to realize you were holding it the whole time because you were helping him. You don’t want him to feel bad that you once again sacrificed yourself for his own sake.”
If you already knew that, then you already know I’m resolved to hold it. You talking to me is only making it harder to focus on that.
“Geez, you’re such a pain. Let us go already!”
Just then, a wave of desperation struck Hanekawa, and she was forced to lean over her desk again as she desperately crossed her legs. Black Hanekawa also doubled over, jamming both hands between her legs as her ears flicked irritably.
You have to go too?
“I’m you, remember? As the sawarineko, I’m just an oddity born from the manifestation of your inner stress, that now resides in you. Since you’re bursting, so am I! That’s why I want you to get off your sorry ass and ask to use the toilets before you wet yourself!”
Hanekawa let out a sigh. Envisioning Black Hanekawa squirming around was making her own desperation so much worse, and given that only a few minutes at best had passed since she last looked at the clock, she was really worried that she wouldn’t make it through the lesson dry.
“Listen, you and I both can tell we’re not gonna make it to the end of the lesson. But fine, if you want to wet yourself, just make it fast. I’m bursting and it’s super uncomfortable.”
Black Hanekawa continued to squirm there as the mental image of her faded and Hanekawa shook her head. Of course there were various reasons she didn’t want to get up. One of them was, in fact, Aararagi. But regardless, she didn’t want to get into the awkward conversation with him later that it wasn’t like her to go in the middle of the first class, or have him worry about her unnecessarily. Moreover, she was moreso frustrated that this whole situation had stemmed from her homelife again. Even though she fended for herself, had her own room, and tried to ignore her step-parents, they still managed to inconvenience her.
Halfway through the lesson. Hanekawa drew in a concentrated breath. She could do this. Fight the waves of desperation. Shuffle around subtly enough to not draw the attention of the other students. Keep her breathing steady. Try not to put any unnecessary pressure on her swollen bladder.
She could see a small bulge sticking out by the hem of her skirt, and she got an idea. She subtly reached down and unfastened the side waistband, relieving some pressure. It was incredibly embarrassing and she was particularly self-conscious of the draft of the cool classroom tickling the small patch of now exposed skin. However, other people wouldn’t notice as long as she was sitting down, and it gave her bulging bladder much needed room. She let out a small sigh of relief, and tried to focus on the lesson once more.
Unfortunately, such a temporary method of relieving the pressure was bound to be short-lived, and sure enough, only a few minutes later, her desperation had once again reached the point where she could hardly sit still. Waves of desperation were striking her more and more frequently, giving her less time to prepare for each one as she watched the minutes drag on by. The teacher’s voice was a drone, the classmates around her were almost imperceptible. She felt like she was the only other person in the room. She was sitting there alone in silent agony, desperately fighting to keep the seat beneath her dry.
Her bladder quivered and another strong surge of desperation wracked her body. She doubled over her desk again and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to fight back the inevitable flood. A spurt, longer than the last leak, escaped out of her and she had to bite her lip to stifle the shocked gasp that almost instinctively left her lips. She twisted her legs and clamped down with her fingers against her crotch until her nails dug into her skin as she fought desperately to stem the flow there. She managed. Another short trickle, and then she stopped. Her panties had a wet spot on them now, and her fingertips were slick with sweat and urine.
She removed her hands and felt her skirt. It was spared any wet spots, but she wasn’t sure how much longer that would last with how badly she needed to pee. Hanekawa leaned forwards and rubbed her swollen bladder in agony. She wasn’t ready to say she had never been this desperate to pee before, but certainly it had been a long while since she felt this level of desperation. She continued sitting there in her desk, fighting desperately as the minutes counted down, each second ticking by like a loud echo that taunted her with relief that was so close, yet so far away.
Maybe Black Hanekawa was right. Maybe she was just being stubborn, and should ignore her apprehensions and her appearance, and ask to use the restroom before she seriously wet herself.
Hanekawa opened her eyes and began to raise her hand, but she then noticed the time. 10 minutes until the end of class. She had made it this far. Fought for this long. It would look silly if she just asked to go at this stage. Even worse, the teacher might just tell her to wait until the end of class. All that would do is draw all eyes on her. Everyone would watch her desperately try to hold out until the end. Like she was now, it didn’t look like anyone else had noticed her predicament.
I’ve got no choice, I just have to hold on now! I can do this! I managed to hold it for this long.
Ten minutes didn’t seem like a long time, but to Hanekawa’s taxed bladder, it was like an eternity. Hanekawa was sweating in her seat, thighs clamped together and hands buried between them as she tried to get her mind off of anything that wasn’t peeing. The wet patch on her panties had cooled uncomfortably and was serving as a constant reminder of her need. She had read somewhere that cold weather actually made people need to pee more. She probably dismissed it as some illogical wives’ tale upon hearing it the first time, but now she could swear she was feeling its effects. Any time a draft blew the cool air of the room around her, she shivered from the waves of desperation it sent up her spine.
I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it.
Five minutes left. She watched the clock tick down slowly as she begged for it to be over already. Her bladder screamed from inside of her and the pressure forced her to double over again. She had to pee so much it was almost unbearable. She tried to play word games inside her head to distract herself, or look out the window, or scribble something down on her notebook. Anything to successfully distract her from her needs. But nothing helped, and all she could do was bite her lip and bide her time.
One minute. She had made it so long. She was almost free. Another strong surge of desperation shot through her, and it took all her strength not to let it out right there. She double-crossed her legs as she squeezed down on her crotch. It felt like her fingers pressed hard against her peehole were the only thing keeping her from wetting herself right there. A few short trickles escaped, further soaking her panties, but that was the worst of it.
The bell rang, and Hanekawa stood bolt upright. She tried not to make it too obvious she was in a hurry, but she could hardly help her awkward movement as she stood up from her desk and began making her way to the door. Her desperation spiked at the movement and each step sent a jolt up her bladder, but she had no more time to worry about that. She rushed out the classroom, dashed down the hall, and arrived at the restrooms.
The second she was out of the main hallway, her hands were back between her legs as she rushed to the nearest stall. Unfortunately for her, it was occupied. All of the stalls were. This was bad. She was on the verge of wetting herself, but all she could do was dance and hobble in front of the stalls as she waited to hear the telltale signs of any of them emerging.
Suddenly, a toilet flushed, and Hanekawa was struck both by the relief of the stall opening up soon, but also by the agonizing sound of rushing water. It was too much for her. Even as she clamped down, one final wave of desperation shot through her, and she felt a longer spurt escape into her panties. She tried to stave it off, but the floodgates would not fully close. She managed to keep it at a slow trickle, but sure enough, drip by drip her panties were getting more and more soaked.
After what seemed like ages, the person emerged from the stall and Hanekawa dashed in. She locked the stall, which involved removing her hands, causing another hot spurt to escape. Unable to hold back any longer, Hanekawa straddled the toilet instead of turning around and finally let loose through her panties.
The spray was explosive, bursting out of her loudly as she finally peed full-force into the toilet. She had to bite her lips to hold back what would’ve been an otherwise orgasmic moan. Her tired muscles quivered and tingled as she finally let all the pent up urine flow out of her. She threw her head back as her ragged breaths deepened. Her stream continued to flow out of her, practically unimpeded by the cloth of her panties as the pressure inside of her finally found it’s release. Rivulettes of pee streamed down her thighs and dripped onto the toilet seat she was straddling.
Hanekawa had no idea how long she sat there, panting heavily as she basked in relief. She was positive it had been over a minute and she was still peeing, her stream nearly as strong as it had been when she first started. She felt as the pressure inside of her swollen bladder slowly subsided, and gave way to a tingling, hazy feeling of blissful relief. It was like she was floating.
In her mind’s eye, she could also see Black Hanekawa, panties still fully on as she squatted and peed into the void, the catgirl’s face every bit as relieved as Hanekawa felt. She wondered if she was just imagining it, or if it was an image Black Hanekawa had chosen to bring to her mind.
After what seemed like ages, Hanekawa’s flow tapered off into a trickle, and then she stopped, the only sound from within her own stall being her own heavy breathing and the occasional drip from her pee-soaked panties. She stood up and slipped them off. They were a nice pair, but it wasn’t worth keeping them on all day, and she wasn’t about to carry them around with her in her bag. She wrapped them in toilet paper and tucked them into the small trash bin each stall had-- usually for pads. No one would go digging around in there.
She took care to wipe herself down thoroughly, both her crotch and down her thighs. She didn’t fancy the idea of going the day commando, but barring any outrageously inconvenient gusts of wind, she was sure she’d be fine. She’d just have to be extra careful.
Letting out a light sigh, Hanekawa flushed the toilet and exited the stall. No one who had seen her desperate, leaky dash into the stall had stuck around, so luckily she was able to wash her hands. Now that she was feeling much more relieved, she’d have to remember to go over the previous lesson in her textbook. Or she could just wing it on the test.
After all. It’s not that I know everything. I just know what I know.
The End |
(This story contains both female and male desperation and eventual wetting!)
Part One
9:05 AM
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The train started to move forwards, causing the small group of passengers within to get energetic. In this one part of the train, they were each busy doing their own things, whether it was texting on their phone, staring out the window, or simply daydreaming. On the left, one guy named Riviera was doing the third thing, and in a full on stare as well. He was daydreaming about what activities he was going to do when he arrived at his destination once the train had approached it. On the right, in the seats closest to the large vertical sliding window in case of emergency, were two women talking to each other about various things. One was named Kira, and the other Vienna. In the back, was one guy named Quincy, and two more women, named Ally and Emma. As the train continued moving forwards, each one got more excited that they were getting closer to their stop. They each had equipped a bottle of water given to them for hydration and healthy purposes. Every now and then, they consumed pieces and parts of it, one at a time.
Little did they know what was soon to come.
10:01 AM
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“Ughhh! How much longer will it take?”
A good amount of time has passed between the first sip of water, and probably the 100th one taken today, as far as Kira thought. Soon enough, all of that intake became contents of her bladder, and it was starting to become very uncomfortable. She was doing an okay effort in holding it so far, but she was getting gradually more impatient with every additional ounce of discomfort she was feeling. Riviera, on the other hand, was not getting as easily frustrated, and was content with having to hold his pee for a bit longer. At least, he hoped it would be a bit. The fullness of his bladder, when in that kind of moment, is not as much as anyone else in the train car, but it still would be very hard to keep it held. So far, his inside muscles were doing a pretty good job keeping in his liquid, but it would become harder to hold soon if he wasn’t at his train stop anytime now. So how was Vienna doing? Not good. She was to the point where she had to press a hand against her crotch area, it was that bad. She wasn’t leaking or spurting or anything like that as of now, but still, it was pretty desperate.
Ally, Emma, and Quincy were about the same level as each other, and could keep holding it for a few more minutes.
Hopefully it would be soon, or now, even!
10:09 AM
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Okay, not so easy to hold now. Kira had a hand pressed, Vienna was squirming, Riviera began to get a sense of urgency, and the back row was getting more and more desperate, too. Vienna was worried that she would begin to leak a bit in her pants. Her pee was getting close to escaping! Riviera had his legs crossed, as he thought that that would maybe help, but it didn’t. The dreadful urge inside of him grew more, and the need to go became a front thought in his mind. Kira was trying her best to hang on more, but she knew she couldn’t, not at this rate. Even if she were to let go, in an emergency state, where? Why? There was not a great place in the train car to sacrifice getting pee on. A railing in front of her that led to the sliding window would maybe be a place where she could hang onto while she let loose on that floor? Probably not, but it was an option. Riviera, now more desperate than ever, was seeking out the car for other ways to not so discreetly relieve himself. That’s when he saw it.
Quincy had begun to shift in his seat, and the women next to him were also doing said thing. It’s probably an instance of “follow the leader” for him and them. They hoped more and more that they will stop soon, and get some sweet relief. In the corner of her eye, Emma caught a glimpse of someone in front standing up, and walking towards the steel door and wall ahead. Why was he doing that?
Riviera went to a rectangular dispenser-looking hole in one part of the wall, and reached in. In it, were a pack of smallish plastic zip bags. They resembled the kind that someone would expect to find in a school student’s lunch. Certainly not here, in this long train. What would possibly be the reason that these were here? Nonetheless, Riviera took one out, and brought it to his seat, where he sat down with it next to him. In the case of an absolute need, he would use it. It will feel weird to, but it was at least a makeshift.
10:20 AM
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If they weren’t people, you could see them as individual mini dams. Each and every one of the human beings inside of this train car was either very desperate, or VERY desperate! An announcement made earlier stated that the train would arrive soon, and they should try to hold on a little more with all their strength. They were doing so alright, and with much effort. Kira was pressing tighter, and Vienna was trying her very best. Riviera has yet to try out his little toilet he found, as he thought he could make it. The back row was holding up not as well, but no dark patches were forming back there in any way yet. Kira decided then and there that, that’s it, she was gonna attempt to do something involving the railing. She slowly and carefully got up, and walked to the railing, and froze. What is she doing? Has she lost it? She could definitely make it! But no, she’s just gonna give up and ruin this part of the train’s floor simply because she had not the strength to keep it in longer. That thought was what made her frozen. As an apparent statue formed by the railing, Vienna was unsure why it was there. Would she actually start to pee over there? She had to do something! Her body reacted, and the next thing she knew, she was next to Kira, standing up beside her. A hand against her own private region, she put the other hand on Kira’s shoulder, as if to mentally ask her what was going on. Kira looked at her with a worried expression, like she was saying that she was as desperate as Vienna. They were both uncertain as to what was to happen next.
”Ahh! No! N-no!”
Behind them, Ally had almost sprung the first leak of the hour. Thankfully, she managed to keep the flood back in her. Still, it was dangerously close. Emma could feel her issue, as she was also getting that close. Closer and closer, to letting some liquid out, oh would that be...
Realizing what was happening to her, Emma forced back the coming tide within that was about to gush out from her pee hole.
This was beginning to not look good.
10:25 AM
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Kira and Vienna, if in the right circumstance, would become historic statues at this point. Their minds told them to move! Somehow! However, that was just what was happening in their brains. What was happening in their bodies, was a constant refusal to move, in addition to holding in the pee. Riviera was close to bursting, so he begun squirming. The back row was getting a little more desperate with every second that passed.
This was when Vienna felt it. A starting buildup in her bladder, followed by a coursing through to reach her slit, which was ready to open wide to release her need. Her relief. Her pee.
Soon enough, a small spurt managed to come out of her pee hole.
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Vienna tried forcing back in the liquid in a similar fashion to the women in the back earlier, but it was no use. A patch of pee formed in the front of her pants, with a long line running down the inside portion of where her left leg was. Thankfully, that was all that came out so far, but that wouldn’t be the last. Kira, on the other hand, once again considered her railing option from before. Without much other thought, her body got into that position. She made it so that her parts would have a claimed aim towards the floor, once she got herself she up. Riviera decided that it would now be time to use his baggie. He opened it up, and then reached in for his...
“Where’d you get that?”
From behind him, Emma had questioned about the bag’s origin. Riviera told her that there was an unusual dispenser up front where he got it from, and he thinks that it would hold all the content of his bladder. With that, Emma took off for that dispenser, got two, and handed one to Ally for her to use. Quincy said that he didn’t want one, as he will probably make it there in time, unlike the others. He will have to do a lot more holding though, but he thought that he could manage.
Riviera went back to reaching in his pants zipper for his necessary tool, and brought it up, and aimed it towards the bags compartment. Of course, he couldn’t just start going then, as that would be too easy! Of course he got pee shy! Of course it was here out of all times! Of course it was here out of all places! He just had to wait.
Kira, with all her might, was holding it in, but barely. As with Vienna, a little spurt came out of her slit. That was it for her. She got herself ready to go, but for some reason, she couldn’t. She looked over to Riviera with his bag open and with his hand holding onto something. She could swear he was mumbling something to himself, but what?
“Nooo! Please!”
Vienna.
Kira turned to Vienna. A slight blush was starting to appear on her face. Down below, a bigger patch of urine was showing up, a sign that she couldn’t hold it anymore! Seeing what Kira was doing, she lowered her pants and undies, and squatted a little, that is, if you wanna even call what she did a squat. Now lowered slightly to the ground, she began to go, but then halted her short relief.
She stood back up, and froze again.
Her brain had practically stopped functioning.
End of Part One |
Another fic! Maybe I'll start doing these more often. I've had this idea for a while and I've utilised it in the Discord server before, but I feel like someone here would enjoy reading about it.
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Lynne is a ditzy devil-maid. She always gets her daily routine in a muddle. Because of this, she likes to keep a schedule in her mind of what she does every day and she tries to stick to it as best as possible.
'Okay,' she thinks to herself, while sipping her third cup of tea, served to her by her master, 'So, I'll clean the house, then I'll make his lunch, then I can have a break for myself'. She repeats this in her head so she remembers what she's doing and when.
As she finishes up the first room of the house, she feels a pressure in her bladder. It's only a small urge, so she ignores it, and adds it to her schedule, just before her break. It shouldn't be too long before she finishes cleaning, so she continues. Until...
"Oh, Lynne!", her master calls out, "Would you care for some more tea?"
This question divides her. She knows if she drinks more, she'd surely regret it sooner or later, and it'd mess up her mental to-do list, but she can't deny her master, and she loves their tea. After a large mental battle, she begrudgingly obliges, knowing she'd have to try to hurry up her cleaning before the urge hits her.
Fast forward about 30 minutes and she's upstairs, away from her master, dusting the spare rooms and keeping them in tip-top shape. She's been holding this whole time and she's getting the hang of it, all the tea she's been drinking slowly creeping into her bladder, trying to escape. Lynne knows that it wants out and thinks she's doing a great job not letting any stray droplets stain any part of her. She thinks it's quite fun, and she makes a mental note to try holding her pee in a lot more often, as a challenge.
This overzealous attitude causes the devil-horned maid to relax just a bit too much, and she hears a small pitter-patter on the wooden floor. This sudden leak causes her to panic, her face now a slight pink, and her hands pushing at her crotch. She manages to keep the rest in, but she knows she needs to speed up a lot more, otherwise she'd have more to clean!
She quickly glances around the room, making sure her master isn't around to see her, before lifting her maid-dress to assess the damage. Her white panties are soaked. They're stuck to her skin, and it makes her nether regions cold. She wants to take them off, but she's certain she'll leak again, and it's the only thing stopping her from doing more cleaning (Besides, wet clothes are easier to clean, and less embarrassing, then a wet floor!).
She quickly hops from room to room, giving each one a quick clean - she can't concentrate on doing a good job as her urge gets worse with every room she cleans, and she could always do a second clean-over when she wasn't holding back 4 cups of tea.
As she finally finishes cleaning her last room, a big wave hits her bladder. She has to pee. Now.
She powerwalks over to the bathroom (she thinks running inside isn't polite of her) and grabs the doorknob, finally ready to release the flood she's been holding in all day.
"Oh, Lynne!", her master calls, "Could you come in here for a minute?"
She is mentally annoyed. She puts her master above everything else, even her bathroom privileges, so she has to tend to their needs before her own. She slowly tries to walk down the stairs without leaking.
"Y-yes, master..?", she asks, desperately trying not to arouse suspicion.
"You have forgotten to clean the fireplace", they explain, "There's dust all over it!"
Lynne is scared. The fireplace is the hardest thing in the house to clean because she's not tall enough to reach it! Whenever she goes to clean it, she has to stand on her tippy-toes, which starts to hurt after a while, and she has to clean it with a full bladder!
She stands in front of the fireplace, staring at it, feather duster in her hand. She assesses the situation, asking herself, 'how do I clean this without wetting myself?'.
She sighs as she braces her bladder for the stress, and she stands on her toes. Both of her legs are clamped together, and her dress is stuffed between them. Anything to keep herself closed until she's done. As she cleans, her toes begin to hurt, but she tries to keep on dusting. Lynne's feather duster speeds up, and dust flies everywhere.
A small cluster of dust flies up, the mischievous little devil tickles the poor blonde's nose.
"Ah---"
"-choo!"
Lynne sneezes, her stance gives way, and she falls flat on her bottom.
"Hssss......"
The impact causes her bladder to burst, and she feels a mix of embarrassment and relief. A huge puddle forms at her feet, as her dress and panties end up soaked. Lynne is red as a tomato, her hands covering her face as the stream slows down to a stop.
Her master comes in to investigate the commotion, and walks in to see Lynne, curled up and red, sitting in a puddle of her own urine.
"Oh, Lynne...", they say, rushing in to comfort her, "If you needed to go, you could have just said so!"
She tears up, not because of the events, but because now she has to find the mop! |
She wouldn’t let him go: the girlfriend
The snow kept falling and the call outs kept coming. As a heating engineer Dave loved winter because of the pay but the hours were long and the days short. It was day ten of below freezing temperatures and he was at his second last call out of the day. Another case of frozen pipes. The elderly couple were delighted to see him at last and even before he looked at the boiler he could hear the kettle boiling.
‘Can we offer you a coffee in return for heating and hot water?’
Dave rarely turned down hot coffee on such a cold day. He was also glad to hear the kettle boil as he would be asking for the hot water soon enough to sort the pipes outside. The householder was happy to hand him the kettle but even after using hot water the pipes were still solid. For the seventh time that day Dave found himself hammering on pipes full of ice to try and thaw them out. All the time drinking the delicious mug of coffee he continued in every way he knew to break up the ice. Finally he could hear small ice cubes and water dripping and he began the process of restarting and resetting the boiler. He filled in the forms, handed the empty mug to the customer and packed his tools to leave.
Back in the van he checked his work phone for the final call out. It was in the same town but still some distance away. Getting out the street took over twenty minutes as the wheels of work van slid back and forth on the treacherous icy road. Finally he secured some traction and safely arrived at another property. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier. Dave pulled on his winter coat and took his tool box in with him. The same fault again and as before the lovely customer offered him a hot drink. Knowing he was heading home right after this Dave initially turned down the offer but when the pipes took longer to clear and he was offered again he smiled and accepted, grateful to hold a warm mug in his freezing hands.
By six o’clock he was finally finished and text his girlfriend Demi to say he was on his way home. Strapping his seat belt on Dave started his engine, his mind wandering to a hot bath, a warm meal and, as he wriggled to get comfortable, a trip to the toilet. That needed to be first of all because he hadn’t been since he left for work and, as always, his bladder was full. Demi was used to him racing in and running into the downstairs loo, sometimes before he even said hi to her because he couldn’t wait. She’d joked a few times that one day she might just lock the door and make him wait, at least until he’d said hi to her, but thankfully she never had.
The traffic was slower than normal and heavier. The snow was falling faster and the road, while gritted, was still slippery. While Dave was hungry, tired and nursing a full bladder, safety was still a priority so he cut his speed and took care at every roundabout, junction and traffic light. The closer he got to home the more he could feel his bladder throb. Thank goodness, he thought, that he had a downstairs loo. Just the idea of having to try and make it upstairs in his current state made him cringe. Sitting at lights he pressed his crotch and rubbed it just enough to take the edge off. It was true he loved Demi, he loved her cooking too, but mostly right now he loved the fact he was getting closer to having an epic release as his dick tingled in anticipation. It tingled a little too much as he had to squirm in the seat and grab himself as it threatened to burst sitting in the van.
‘Come on traffic. I really gotta go here!’
But it seemed the more desperate he was the slower the traffic moved. Dave clenched his fists as he squeezed. He bounced and shook a leg every time he was stationary and he tapped the steering wheel in frustration time and time again.
‘Come on!’
Finally he parked in his own driveway. Forced to grab himself in a most undignified way he was grateful it was dark so no-one could see. Locking the van he hobbled to the front door moaning under his breath with adrenaline pumping through him as he urgently headed for his own toilet for desperate release from the pressure. Even though dinner smelt delicious he couldn’t even think about anything else as he closed the front door, a hand still covering his crotch, as he raced through the kitchen to the nearest loo.
‘Hi Dave!’
Dave wanted to answer but first he just needed to piss. He raised a hand to acknowledge Demi but he was unable to stop as urine surged to the very tip of his penis ready to surge out any second. He grabbed the handle frantically and pulled it down, pushing with his full body. His shoulder pushed against the door as it remained shut.
‘Shit! What!’
‘It’s locked Dave!’
Angry and shocked Dave turned to face Demi, his mouth panting and his heart pounding. He looked only at her face.
‘Demi this isn’t funny! I’m dying for a piss honey! Oh shit! Come on unlock it before I piss myself!’
Demi stood in silence stirring the meal.
‘What? What do you want? Just fucking unlock this toilet NOW! Come on darling...I’m dribbling!’
Dave squirmed like a toddler, both hands on his crotch, his legs bouncing and squirming in obvious desperation.
‘Look Dave I’m sick of being ignored. You race in here every night and run to the bathroom without so much of a hi. Two nights ago I put highlights in my hair and you ran past me and still ignored me. Last night I put my hair up, put make up on and even put on that fitted jumper you love...and still you ran right past me to the toilet first! Well tonight here I am cooking dinner for you like this...and STILL you don’t even say hi or kiss me before you go to the loo! What more do I need to do? Do you actually even fancy me?’
Dave squeezed his throbbing damp manhood hard as he swallowed hard and wiped sweat from his brow. Raising his head he looked at his girlfriend who was now facing him. She looked stunning dressed only in a red lace bra and matching thongs with stockings, suspenders and shiny black high heels. His eyes widened as he gasped for air.
‘Fucking hell! You are...beautiful Demi! Adorable. So sexy honey. Oh Jesus I’m dribbling! Please please honey...I’ll kiss you all night, give you whatever you want...but I’m begging you to let me piss first. Oh Shit! I’ll be right back babe...I need to go!’
Dave bent forwards and moaned as he felt another leak. Not wanting to humiliate himself any more he decided to get upstairs to the en-suite as a matter of urgency. Running through the kitchen towards the hall and stairs he froze as Demi shouted.
‘That one’s locked too by the way!’
Dave turned, bent forward in agony as a wet patch became obvious on his work trousers.
‘Demi! Please! I’ve leaked! I’m seriously starting to wet myself babe. Don’t do this to me.’
‘Prove to me I am more important than your bladder Dave. That’s all I need to know.’
Grimacing Dave hobbled back to the kitchen towards his beautiful sexy girlfriend. Her large boobs more than filled the bra and if he wasn’t gagging for a piss he’d definitely have his hands all over Demi. His dick would certainly have been desiring her greatly but right now it couldn’t even get half hard as it ached so badly to pee. Keeping one hand tightly on his crotch the other ran through Demi’s long curly hair, something which ordinarily sent shivers through him.
Touching her cheek tenderly Dave heard her whisper enticingly.
‘Kiss me honey. Please.’
His brow creased with pressure, his heart pounding, his dick throbbing, Dave’s face drew closer to Demi’s as their eyes met and lips touched. The familiar, soft, warm feeling of Demi’s lips usually sent hormones soaring through Dave’s body but tonight his bladder ached so much that, as nice as it was, it wasn’t having it’s usual effect. Just then another urge made Dave bend over and moan.
‘Demi please. This is really really bad. I love you honey. You are beautiful. But I gotta piss like crazy!’
Rubbing a hand over her own breasts sexually Demi smiled and smirked.
‘I know. It’s kinda sexy to see you know!’
And at that Demi grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him deeply. Dave moaned in a mixture of urgency and pleasure as he slowly gave into the passion and put both arms around the scarcely dressed sexy female in his arms. Drawing closer to her he returned the kiss as the dinner bubbled behind him and in front of him his trousers warmed and dripped with urine as his body could no longer restrain itself. Gently pushing Demi against the fridge Dave continued pissing steadily as he felt his dick harden and rise.
Still kissing Demi rubbed her hand up Dave’s trouser leg until she reached his hard dick. Stroking it and smiling Demi pulled back from the kiss as she put her thumb that was rubbing his wet trousers to her mouth and licked it laughing.
‘Fuck that feel so much better!’
‘That was fun. So my sexy wet boy tell me, were you needing that big piss for a while then?’
‘Oh yes! I was bursting the whole way home. Squirming in my van and everything.’
‘Oh you poor thing. Let’s have dinner and you can tell me all the details.’
‘Can I get changed first?’
‘Oh I think you look perfect exactly as you are. Have a seat...and a drink of course...and I’ll be over with dinner and you can tell me all about your day. You can start with all you had to drink...’ |
Description: After Sally and Bunnie escaped with the blue Chaos Emerald, Clove and Cassia return to their Northamera base in the Stone Stormlands Zone. Here, Clove takes it upon herself to keep watch and prevent another infiltration. However, with the summer afternoon sun beating down, Clove's increased need to stay hydrated makes for some unintended consequences...
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“I still think this is dumb.”
A tall, green pronghorn turned her head to the origin of the voice across from her. “Cassia, you’re the one who asked to stand guard with me. You could have stayed inside.”
“I know, big sis…” Cassia began, leaving her leaning position against the frame of the open Egg Fortress gate. “I just wanted to spend some more time with you today, y’know? You’re always busy being Eggman’s errand girl...”
“Don’t say that,” demanded Clove the Pronghorn, standing straight herself and placing her hands on her hips. “You know what Eggman’s done for us.”
The cyberized pronghorn’s arms crossed as she scoffed in disgust. “Doesn’t mean I’ve gotta like it.”
Clove’s gaze on her sister narrowed before she gave up with a sigh and glanced out at the rocky plains of the Stone Stormlands Zone. “Whatever, Cassia. Just help me keep watch.”
“Fine…” mused the impatient youngling. “But not like anyone’s gonna show up anyway. That bunny girl and her friend already got the emerald.”
As Cassia continued to protest, Clove knelt down and grabbed her water canister. “This is still an important strategic position housing considerable amounts of sensitive data. The last thing we need is to be taken off guard by an unexpected assault.” Clove paused to take a swig of water, continuing as she returned her canister to its spot on the ground. “I would have assigned Badniks or guards, but you’ve seen how effective both of those options are.”
“Yeah, they suck!”
“Precisely why I’ve decided to do the job myself until we’re certain the threat has passed,” replied Clove.
Cassia accompanied her smirk with a shrug. “Well, it’s no vacation, but at least we get some sisterly bonding.”
For a moment, Clove’s face softened. “I suppose you’re right.” With a smile, she resumed her surveillance. For the first time since their reassignment, sunlight had broken through the seemingly-perpetual storms. A considerable wind still blew across the grassy surface. “Sisterly bonding…”
More clouds cleared as time passed, leaving the two pronghorns at the mercy of the overhead afternoon sun. Cassia, being mostly cybernetic, didn’t feel much difference. But her sister wasn’t as lucky. With a single bead of sweat trailing down her forehead, Clove finished off the last of her water. She held the canister out in front of her, glaring at it in slight frustration.
“You look hot, sis. You sure you don’t wanna take a break and let me go it alone for a bit?” offered a concerned Cassia.
Clove’s attention snapped to her little sister as she knelt down and replaced her water. “I’m quite alright, Cassia.”
“Y’sure? I know I can’t feel most of it, but it looks pretty hot out…”
“I’m fine, Cassia.”
The young pronghorn’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her cybernetic arms. “Hmph! If you say so,” she replied, looking out onto the horizon.
A pang of regret crept onto Clove’s face. Sympathetically, she glanced over to her upset sister. “Cassia?”
“What now?”
“I’m… sorry. Perhaps the heat is getting to me a bit.”
Cassia quickly found herself unable to stay mad as she followed her sister’s lead. “It’s alright, sis. I understand you wanna be tough. But sometimes it’s just not necessary, y’know?” she offered with a warm smile.
Clove picked up her empty water canister and turned to face the entrance. Before taking a step, she turned to her sister once more and held up her container. “I’ll go fill this back up and take a breather. You’re sure you’re fine out here alone?”
“You bet sis, Go ahead and do whatcha gotta do!” chimed Cassia, giving a playful salute.
With a grunt and nod of acknowledgement, Clove smiled and entered the Northamra Egg Fortress. With every stride through the stone, metal-reinforced corridors, her pace seemed to quicken ever so slightly. Once she was surely out of Cassia’s sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. The truth was, the heat hadn’t been the only reason she’d lost her temper back there. Working to stay hydrated in the summer heat had produced some unfortunate… byproducts.
The water from Clove’s 16-ounce canister along with her morning coffee had begun working its way through her faster than she’d anticipated. No earlier than fifteen minutes ago, she’d begun to feel the effects. Starting as a mild discomfort in her midsection, the call of nature had now graduated to quite the priority. Despite now being inside the air-conditioned base, a few more beads of sweat trailed down her face. A small part of the pronghorn urged her to pause for a moment to cross her legs, but she knew better. Such a compromising position would be unacceptable for an Egg Boss, should even one of their troops see them. However, this didn’t stop Clove from subtly letting her legs rub together as she neared her needed stop.
Not a minute later, Clove rounded another corner of the bland hallways and saw her destination. Her eyes lit up. “Phew…” She placed a single hand on her midsection as her heels clacked along the floor at a faster pace. She was far from in dire need, but that didn’t stop her from being lucky Cassia had offered to take over when she did. Otherwise, she’d still be standing guard, toughing it out.
Just as she approached the door and began reaching for the handle, she felt her communicator buzz in her pocket. “Oh, not now…”
She didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was. She knew better than to keep the doctor waiting for even a second, and the process of removing and putting her uniform back on was sure to take too much time. Her plans had been derailed mere seconds from completion, and her lower half certainly wasn’t happy with it, having been given false hope. Her legs quivered for a moment, instinctually begging to cross themselves. But still, she knew better.
With a grimace, she turned away from the door and pulled out the rectangular device and pushed a green button. “Yes, doctor?”
Eggman’s smirking face displayed itself on the screen. “Ah, Clove! You answered two seconds later than last time!” his arrogant voice sneered from the other side.
“My apologies, doctor,” the stoic pronghorn replied.
“Whatever, just don’t let it happen again. I’m a busy man, you know!”
Following a momentary warning signal from her midsection, Clove lost focus, wincing as she peered longingly back at the pink door. So was she…
The pronghorn snapped herself back to attention. “Yes sir. It won’t happen again.”
The sinister doctor’s smile only widened. “Good! Now, how has the surveillance been going? Smoothly, I trust?”
“Indeed. Cassia and I have taken up surveillance of the front entrance ourselves, and all other entryways have been sealed shut. There’s been no sign of the hedgehog or any of his accomplices.”
“Wait, if you’ve been keeping watch yourself, why does it look like you’re inside?”
Clove struggled to suppress her urge to look caught off-guard. Hoping Eggman didn’t see the pink door behind her, she strove to make up an excuse. Her eyes darted around before settling on her water canister. Of course!
“The water purification unit experienced a minor power fluctuation and I was called to investigate. Cassia assured me she could handle standing watch alone for the allotted amount of time,” Clove replied.
Eggman twisted his comically large mustache in one hand. “Hmmm… I see. Was it anything of concern?”
“No sir, it was taken care of. Simply an anomaly.”
“Excellent!” Eggman exclaimed, suddenly changing tone. “Well, I hope Cassia can stand to keep watch a little longer, because I’m calling an emergency meeting with you and the other Egg Bosses.”
Quite fittingly, Clove looked like a deer in the headlights. Of all the times Eggman could’ve called an emergency meeting, why did it have to be now? After quickly looking around to assure no one was approaching, she allowed her long, toned legs to rub together, quelling some of the pressure.
“Well?”
Clove realized she hadn’t responded to the doctor yet. “Oh, yes sir! My apologies,” she saluted. “I’ll be in the meeting room momentarily.”
“Great! I’m sick of that blue buffoon always ruining my plans. This time, I’ve got to inform you all on a strategy sure to succeed!” boasted Eggman.
“I’m sure it will, doctor,” Clove plainly replied.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the communications room. In the meantime, I’ve got to call up Conquering Storm…”
As Eggman peered away from the monitor and ended the call, Clove’s gaze shifted between the pink door still beside her and down the hall to the meeting room as she realized she had a choice to make. Relieve herself now and risk being a few minutes late, or simply leave now and hold on through the meeting? Though the former tempted her, Eggman didn’t seem very patient today - or ever, for that matter - and the last thing she needed was a pissed off boss. With a regretful sigh, she decided to bite the bullet. Clove strode down the hall, leaving her imminent relief behind.
To her gratitude, getting further away from the restroom had seemed to quell her bladder’s demands, at least for the time being. However, as she reached for the panel to open the mechanical door, Clove realized she had no idea how long the meeting would be. Too late to worry about that now, she supposed.
The door hissed shut behind her. Clove stepped toward the end seat of a long, metal table and took a seat on the padded red chair facing a large screen on the wall of the room. She shivered at the change in positioning as her midsection got used to being seated. Moments later, she tapped a button on her console.
“Clove, so glad you could join us!” Eggman jeered, his face taking up a large portion of the screen, with a few of the various Egg Bosses dotting the perimeter. Clove noticed she was one of the first to arrive. Maybe she could’ve spared the time after all…
She shuffled uncomfortably in her chair. “Of course, doctor...”
After hardly more than a minute had passed, Eggman grinned with delight as the last Egg Boss, Kukku XV, clicked in. “Apologies, doctor. You rang for me while I was in the little pigeon’s room.”
The mention brought the taunting images of the Egg Fortress restroom back to the forefront of Clove’s mind. Subtly biting her lower lip, she fought to push away the longings. At least, to her pleasure, she could cross her legs under the table.
“Whatever, Kukku. But you know how I feel about being kept waiting!”
“Yes sir, yes,” the regal bird replied, almost dismissively.
A light growl resonated from Eggman’s line. “Anyway… it’s time we got started with the routine reports. Thunderbolt, we’ll start with you.”
“Really?! Yes! I can’t wait to tell you how great we’re doing! I know you’ll be proud, docto-”
“Yes yes, just get on with it…”
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With every passing minute, Clove’s discomfort only escalated. She tried her damndest to keep focused on the meeting, but the signals from her bladder demanded more and more of her attention. By the time they’d gotten through nine of the twelve Egg Bosses, sweat trailed down her face, with her legs fervently shifting one over the other. Only three left. Unfortunately, one of those three was her.
As Conquering Storm began her report, Clove felt a wave of pain surge through her body. Her eyes widening, she bit down hard on her lower lip and struggled to maintain her composure.
“Clove, are you paying attention?”
The pronghorn’s blood froze. Eggman had noticed. Quickly placing her bladder under lock and key, she straightened herself and donned her stoic exterior once again.
“Yes, doctor.”
The doctor scowled for a moment, but seemed to be convinced enough. “Hmph! You’d better be, ‘cause you’re next!”
“Understood.”
“Excellent! Now, Storm. Please continue.”
“As you wish, doctor,” the rough voice of the honor-driven Egg Boss replied.
As Conquering Storm resumed her briefing, Clove quickly realized what she’d done. In her panic to hide her desperation from Eggman, she’d completely neglected to address it at all. Her legs were uncrossed, and the floodgates felt mere seconds away from opening. She internally screamed as her mind raced to answer a question: Hold, or leak?
In a split second decision, she opted for the former. Attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, Clove slid her hands underneath the table and immediately darted to her crotch.
“Mmm…” Clove groaned, luckily going unheard by the doctor or any of the bosses. The situation was bad and getting worse. But her hands coupled with her tightly crossed legs at least helped to ease some of the tension.
“Remember, I expect your top military officers to be legionized by the end of this week. Is that clear, Storm?” demanded Eggman following the conclusion of Conquering Storm’s briefing.
“Understood, doctor,” replied the agitated empress through gritted teeth.
Conquering Storm’s portrait left the middle of the screen and shrunk to its normal size, being hastily replaced by Eggman’s. “That’s what I thought. Now, Clove!”
The desperate pronghorn summoned her cold exterior the best she could. Luckily, she needed only put on the performance for her face while her hands gripped tightly between her rubbing legs. She ceased biting her lip and willed herself to speak in her usual tone.
“Understood, doctor. To begin…” Another painful jolt threw a wrench in Clove’s plans. As her begging bladder threatened to release then and there, her legs seized up, colliding together to hold back the flood. She prayed her effort to hold her upper composure and make the pause look natural had worked. To her luck, it had. Though the latest pain hadn’t yet subsided, she continued speaking to the monitor of Bosses. “To begin, neither Sonic or any of his forces have been spotted in the vicinity since the first assault on this base…”
By the time she’d gotten through climate reports, troop and resource inventory, and explained how she was going to implement Eggman’s new directives, Clove was nearly at her limit. The dam holding back the flood was filled to the brim, threatening to crack and burst at any moment. Every fiber in her being urged her to give up and make a b-line for the restroom. So close, just across the hall… But the one ounce of rationale left in her knew she couldn’t. Though her legs resembled more of a pretzel at this point and her hands remained pressed fervently into her crotch, she still managed to retain her face.
“I see…” Eggman pondered, twisting his mustache following the conclusion of Clove’s briefing. She hoped he wasn’t contemplating on the now-frequent drops of sweat trailing down her face. “Well, you may have failed to capture Sonic’s little brat and her roboticized friend, but you’ve done a good enough job managing your resources. In fact, you’ve been overstaffed and under-budgeted for some time now.”
“In- ngh!” Clove winced, feeling the most powerful spasm yet erupt from her bladder. She craved more than anything to double over to better hold herself, or better yet, give up on the spot.
Eggman raised his eyebrow in skepticality. “Hmmm?”
“Apologies, doctor. It must have been a minor glitch.” Clove looked at the doctor for any further signs of suspicion. She noticed Conquering Storm’s eyes had narrowed, but Eggman seemed convinced enough. “As I was saying. Indeed, Cassia is a valuable asset when it comes to resource allocation. She seems to have a knack for it.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Clove simply nodded in response before continuing. “We will implement your new directives while continuing to look for new ways to innovate. Are there any concerns?”
“None notable,” shrugged the increasingly-uninterested doctor.
With a final nod, Clove muted her transmission as Eggman prepared to speak to the final Egg Boss in the meeting. “Come on Clove, you can do this. Just one more…” she groaned under her breath. Her legs bounced and rubbed together as all but her upper body shuffled endlessly. She’d made it this far and she refused to give up now. A woman such as herself would never be reduced to wetting her pants like a child or revealing her utter desperation to the world.
Unfortunately, the world seemed to be running a counternarrative. As luck would have it, Clove, in her foolishness, had forgotten just who the last Boss was.
Clove’s eyes widened in realization as Akhlut the Orca, and all the backdrop that came with him, took center-screen. His microphone unmuted, and immediately, Clove’s aching bladder practically screamed at her for relief. The abundance of water outside the dome, accompanied by the aqueous sounds surrounding the Egg Boss drove the pronghorn to the brink of madness. The sound of flowing water rushed into every corner of her mind, filling it with images of rushing waterfalls and, more importantly, the pink door.
Her face remained mostly intact, but internally, Clove couldn’t hope to stop her mind from endlessly fantasizing about finally throwing that door open, striding inside, taking a seat on that clean, inviting toilet and…
“Hmph!” grunted Clove as she forced the thought from her mind. She’d given up paying attention for the time being. Her bladder had damn near lost all control and emptied its contents right then and there, having been denied the conclusion of the sweet fantasy it had been fed. Just a few more minutes. A few more.
Seconds seemed to crawl by, with Clove fearing every tick of the clock would be her last. The dam was full and fit to burst, only prevented from doing so by Clove’s adamant holding and leg crossing. As her lower half quivered, the pronghorn tried desperately to at least tune into some of what Akhlut was saying, but every time she did, she forced herself to listen to the flowing and swishing of water along with him. If she didn’t distract herself with something else, she knew she’d lose it completely.
For the rest of the briefing, Clove remained locked on Eggman’s smaller portrait, only focusing on his words.
“Hedgehog… resources… water… currents…”
“Waterfall. Pee. Oh…” Clove groaned as more sweat dripped from her face. Why did Eggman have to talk about that now? Seconds later, her worst nightmare began. She couldn’t help but wince every so slightly as a small spurt of urine escaped into her uniform. Her legs and hands worked madly, successfully preventing any further flooding, but she knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would have no choice but to let it all out. The warm, wet feeling now surrounding her crotch didn’t help either.
Even through all this, Clove still managed to keep up most of her act. Opting only to mutter through barely parted lips. “Must… hold it…”
The end of an Egg Boss’ briefing had never been such a relief. Miraculously, the desperate pronghorn watched as Eggman’s face reoccupied the center of the screen following Akhlut's conclusion. With the last shred of attention she had, Clove listened to Eggman’s closing words.
“Hmph! Good enough, Akhlut, but I expect your efficiency grade to be higher next time we communicate. Otherwise, a change in management may be required. Do I make myself clear?”
The orca scowled for a moment at Eggman’s comment, followed by a frustration concession. “Crystal, sir.”
By the time Eggman asked if there were any final questions, Clove was already prepared. Her longing eyes locked onto the red hang-up button on the console, ready to guide her hand to it the second it was over.
Miraculously, no one spoke up. Not even Thunderbolt with her typical questions regarding Eggman’s marital status. “Good. I’ve got work to do,” the dismissive doctor spat. “Keep me updated, and don’t you buffoons dare lose another emerald. Understood?”
The pronghorn watched as all the Egg Bosses gave their salutes. Agonizing as it may be, she knew she’d have to do the same. To her body’s protest, she ripped one of her hands away from under the table and followed the lead of her coworkers.
“Yes sir.”
As quickly as her hand had risen to her forehead, it snapped to the appropriate console button and ended the communication. As the screen switched off, she was already doubled over with her hand back where it belonged.
“Ngh, not good…” Clove groaned, her stoic act now completely out the window. The meeting was over. This was her chance! Her mind flooded with imagery of the room on the other side of the hall as she struggled to stand up, her legs quivering in protest. With sweat now pouring down her forehead, Clove finally managed to leave her seat. Immediately, her bladder gave its protests to the change in position.
“Ah!” Clove’s legs twisted in protest, pressing her hands up against her groin fiercer than ever. She was out of her chair, but standing up straight was out of the question. The burst pronghorn knew leaving her doubled over position would spell the end, which led to one terrifying realization.
“The bathroom! It’s. No…” In her struggle, Clove had completely neglected the fact that a trek to the bathroom still remained. At this point, the issue of hiding her desperation had been buried beneath the overwhelming need for relief. The concern was far simpler than that.
Clove desperately eyed the door before wincing in pain. “If I take one step I’ll, I’ll…” The dam cracked and buckled, fighting ferociously to hold back the flood, but it was only a matter of seconds before the final ounce of her strength gave way. The conclusion was clear: Reaching the bathroom would be impossible.
Her gaze darted to the only door into the room. To Clove’s satisfaction, it was still locked from the inside, as was custom in her private meetings. Next, she frantically searched for anything she could use…
“Come on… there must be something!”
As her eyes darted across the table, they locked onto exactly what she needed. “My… water canister, yes!”
With her prayers answered, Clove filled with a newfound resolve. Summoning every bit of strength she had left, she hobbled over to the chrome cylinder. Now, only one challenge remained.
The second Clove’s hands left her crotch, her bladder practically screamed in protest, threatening to void its ocean of contents then and there. But, with the help of her legs working to compensate by twisting like never before, she held on.
Clove stripped off her grey overcoat and threw it to the floor, leaving only her black bodysuit. “Oh… So close.”
As her legs rubbed together and madly shifted her weight between them, Clove reached back and grasped the zipper. As she worked to yank it down, her bladder delivered what she knew would be its final warning. Almost finished her the zipper, she was forced to stop as a wave of desperation unlike any before it surged through her body.
“Nngh, no!” Clove had no choice but to let one of her hands finish up while the other flew back to her groin to stop the flood. In a few seconds more, she was finished. “Just. Got to…”
With the immediate threat quelled for the next few seconds, Clove removed her hand and quickly forced her arms out of the sleeves. With that, her nearest hand snapped to her water canister while her other worked to force her jumpsuit down below her waist.
Clove was mere seconds away from the relief she’d watched so long for. Unfortunately, her bladder wasn’t willing to wait that long. In one final surge of pain, the dam shattered into a million pieces. Clove’s eyes grew wide in realization. Holding any longer was out of the question, she was peeing whether she was ready or not.
Knowing this, Clove’s hands worked vigorously to twist off the cap and let it clank to the floor. Just as the first drops of the torrent were reaching the exit, Clove yanked down her grey panties and jammed the canister up against her opening. She didn’t waste a single second allowing the hesitant leak to turn into an all-out flood.
A roaring gush of pee crashed into her empty canister from her lower half and in an instant, all of Clove’s pent-up stress from the last hour melted away. “I… Ngh! Hahhhhh!” she moaned in ecstasy as she let her beyond-full bladder take the reigns. Her legs shook as she struggled to keep her balance and nearly collapsed onto the table, stopping herself with her arm as the indescribable relief continued on.
“Finally, sweet sweet relief…” sighed Clove as the powerful gush continued on. Her breathing heavied as a wave of bliss surged through her entire body. It was the greatest relief she’d ever felt, one she never wanted to end. As seconds ticked by, however, she felt her torrent beginning to slow. Soon it became nothing more than a trickle, until finally, with one last sigh of relief, Clove had completely emptied herself.
With an airy smile, the pronghorn stood back up and eyed her canister. It had nearly filled to the top. Luckily for her, she’d run out in the nick of time. If she’d filled it completely, Clove knew she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself.
Taking a moment to collect herself, Clove screwed the cap onto her container. Emptying and rinsing it in the bathroom sink would be a simple matter once she redressed.
Not a minute later, Clove had unlocked the door and headed out into the hallway toward the restroom. As she neared the pink door, she lightly chuckled to herself.
Maybe next time she’d consider keeping Eggman waiting an extra few minutes.
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After years of vigilantly maintaining the little, yet proud mineral museum of Spiral Hill Village, Jewel the Beetle finally gets her big break, with one of the biggest tourist firms on the planet paying mind to her hard work. However, as the time draws near, Jewel realizes she's forgotten a very important part of her planning...
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A light summer breeze flowed through the Spiral Hill Mineral Museum as sunlight beamed through the open windows, reflecting off the countlessly typed and sized gems on the shelves and in cases. Of these vibrant surfaces, one especially stood out. Its owner, clad in a pink suit and matching heels, sat at a blue desk in the center of the room, the light reflecting off their turquoise shell as they raised a steaming cup of tea to their lips.
The female beetle’s face scrunched up. “Hmm… a little bitter.” Reaching for a small bowl at the center of the table, she grabbed a single sugar cube and plopped it into her cup. After a brief stirring, she went in for another sip. Immediately, her eyes lit up.
“Oh, much better!” With a grin, Jewel took a few more sips, finishing off her cup and pouring herself another. With a relaxed sigh, she noticed that another beam of sunlight had pierced the red-stained window and illuminated the glass case to her left. She observed the assortment of geodes and gems sparkling within before turning her attention back to her desk.
Jewel flipped through her planner before landing on the current day. Scanning the timed list of tasks, the beetle raised a curious eyebrow. “Hmmm…”
Jewel placed immense trust in her scheduling abilities, but something didn’t feel right about the empty time block at 2 o’clock. She dug into her coat and pulled out her brass pocket watch. Her eyes widened upon reading a time of 1:48.
“Come on Jewel, think!” she scolded herself as she set down her tea and began rummaging through her collection of sticky notes. “No, no, that was two weeks ago…”
Following a few more moments of searching, Jewel’s eyes settled on a blue note, marked with the current date and a circled time stamp of 2 o’clock. The curator nearly fell out of her chair as she read the reminder. “Oh my gosh! The tourists from Central City!”
The frantic beetle jumped out of her chair and flew up to the top floor, landing in front of the supply room door and throwing it open. Moments later, she exited with a feather duster in-hand. “How could I have possibly forgotten? I always write everything down right when I…”
Suddenly, memories of the week prior re-entered her mind, her grip tightening on the feather duster as her brow furrowed in irritation. “Tangle…”
“So just to confirm…” Jewel began, picking up a pen and pressing the desk phone up against her shoulder as she prepared a blue sticky note. “You said next week Saturday at… what time?”
As the man on the other end repeated the meeting time for next week’s Central City tourists, Jewel wrote down her reminder. “Ok, thank you Mister Blue, I won’t disappoint you!”
With her phone call coming to an end, the vibrant curator immediately began looking around. “Now, where did I put that planner…”
Before she could complete her search, the front door of the mineral museum was slammed open, and it bound her eccentric, decades-long friend.
“Jewel! How’s it goin’?” beamed Tangle, trotting up to the beetle and stopping on a dime in front of her.
“Gah, Tangle! Remember to knock first! I had just gotten off an important call,” scolded the surprised curator.
“Oh, sorry, won’t happen again…” the lemur replied, her embarrassment not lasting long. “So, what’cha doin’? What was the call about?”
Jewel’s mood immediately lightened. “Well, it’s great news! Mister Blue from Central City called. He’s one of the biggest tourism organizers in the city, and he wants to test run a route through Spiral Hill and the museum!”
“Woah, really? Heck yeah!” beamed Tangle as she bounded up on her tail. “See? I told you all this hard work would score you big someday!”
“Heh, thanks…” the curator replied sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.
“This is your big break, Jewel, and I know just how we can celebrate! I’ve got a day off, and Whisper’s off on a job. Let’s go have some fun!”
“Oh… sure! Just give me a second to wrahh-!” Without warning, Tangle bound up to Jewel and grabbed her wrist, yanking her away from the desk. “Tangle, wait! I need to write down my-”
“How’s ‘bout we hit up the hotdog stand first?” Before Jewel could protest further, the two were out the door of the museum.
“She didn’t give me time to write down the reminder…” Jewel muttered as she worked fervently to prepare the museum for the tourists, set to arrive any minute.
While her duster glided over a large, red gem on a pedestal, a sudden realization washed over her. Having assumed another hour of free time, Jewel hadn’t bothered to consider her tea intake. But now that she had a series of tours to conduct, she’d regretted that decision. She could already feel a subtle discomfort in her lower abdomen as the tea worked its way through her.
For a moment, she stopped dusting and glanced at the restroom door on the bottom floor, but shaking her head, she quickly decided against it. “Relax Jewel, you’re an adult. It’s not like you haven’t been in this situation before, ” she commanded herself before promptly returning to her duties. This tour was too important for her to risk being in the bathroom if the tourists arrived early. Besides it was a simple series of tours followed by a plenty long break, and the feeling was quite the minor one. She could hold out until then.
After a fervent cleaning session, Jewel closed the supply closet door behind her and wiped the sweat from her brow. With an exhausted sigh, she gazed over at the clock; 1:57, she’d finished just in time.
As she stepped forward and prepared to fly back down to the ground floor, Jewel’s body reminded her of something. “Oh…” With her cleaning spree complete, her focus was free to return to the now mild ache in her lower half. Instinctually, Jewel rested a hand on her abdomen and eyed the restroom door once more. “Could I… finish in two minutes?” she muttered to herself as her temptation to bite the bullet grew. Her leg twitched. She knew she wouldn’t have another chance like this for at least an hour.
One more look at the clock was the last ounce of self-convincing she needed. “I suppose it’s alright…” Jewel regained her composure and flew down, her pink heels hitting the floor. Immediately, she began power walking toward the restroom door. “Got to make this quick...”
Unfortunately, her hopes that the first tour group would arrive right on time proved misplaced. Just as she neared the door, she heard a knock from outside. Stopping in her tracks, Jewel turned to face the origin. She was sure of who it had to be.
“Oh…” Jewel groaned as her body protested her turning away from the relief just a few feet away. Her hand returning to her midsection, she mumbled words of encouragement to herself. She still didn’t have to go that bad. Besides, she was sure the enjoyable task of giving a tour would distract her.
Donning a warm smile, Jewel grabbed her clipboard from her desk before striding over to the front double doors. A group of animals in predictable vacation clothes stood on the other side, headed by an orange male fox dressed in slightly more formal attire. Her assumption that he was the tour guide was soon verified.
“Hello, Jewel, is it?” the man spoke in a city accent, extending his hand.
Jewel graciously accepted the handshake. “Yes! It’s so nice to meet you, Mister…”
“Marvin Fang, but you can just call me Marv,” he smiled back. “I believe my boss scheduled us for a thirty minute tour of your establishment?”
“That’s correct, come on in!” Jewel chimed, turning around and beckoning for the group to follow. “Just remember, no flash photography and, obviously, no touching!”
“And here…” Jewel smiled, her voice wavering ever so slightly as she beckoned to an oval-shaped red gem atop a pedestal. “We have the final item of interest, the Teardrop Ruby!”
Light murmurs of admiration began regarding the large red gem as Jewel explained its origins, history, and other facts. She noticed Marv in the front, smiling as he wrote in a small notebook. No doubt a quasi-review of her services. Her first tour had no doubt been a success, but that didn’t stop beads of sweat from running down her forehead as she struggled to keep up her act.
“Finally, the gem was transported here on…” As she kept talking, she momentarily glanced over to the bathroom door, feeling her legs quiver in response. Nearly a half hour had passed, and now, her little “situation” was far from a mild concern. The pressure in her aching midsection had significantly increased, demanding more and more of her attention.
With no one taking Jewel up on her offer to answer final questions, the tourists began filing out, thanking Jewel on the way while Marvin stayed behind.
“I’ve got to say, Jewel, that was an excellent tour!” the fox affirmed as he extended his hand.
The flattered beetle eagerly accepted Marvin’s offer, exchanging a firm handshake. “Thank you so much! I was more than happy to have you!”
Marvin’s hand returned to his side, accompanied by a smiling nod. “It was my pleasure! After such an exemplary tour, I’d be stunned if my boss didn’t plan more trips to the Spiral Hill Mineral… um… pardon me, but are you alright?”
Jewel snapped back to reality, turning stiff as a twig upon realizing she’d been half-listening and unconsciously rubbing her legs together. “Oh! My apologies, how rude of me! I just spaced out for a second.”
“No worries. Happens to the best of us,” shrugged Marvin before turning to leave. “I trust you’ve got preparations to make before the fifteen minute tour group arrives, so I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Thanks again!” he finished as he looked over his shoulder and waved.
“Of course, come back anytime!” Jewel beamed, returning the gesture.
As the front door shut, Jewel immediately allowed her professional composure to melt away. She let out a strained sigh, allowing her legs to rub together. “Oh… this is a lot worse than it was. How much time do I have?”
Jewel placed one hand on her abdomen and grabbed her brass pocket watch with the other. “Two thirty six. Four minutes ‘til the fifteen minute tour. Just enough time!”
With a relieved sigh, Jewel turned to walk towards the restroom, only to stop in her tracks upon seeing a heartbreaking message plastered across the door.
“Maintenance?!” cried the needy beetle, moving her hand further down in between her crossing legs. “Oh, of all the possible times…
Jewel was seriously regretting that second cup of tea. She shifted her weight between her feet, trying to regain control of her protesting bladder. Under normal circumstances she’d have no problem waiting a few minutes for the maintenance worker to finish, but this was different.
“I can’t make it through a fifteen minute tour like this!” Jewel whined, turning back around to observe the entrance. Perhaps, if she was quick, she’d have time to run next door and…
Before she could even finish formulating her plan, a knock on the door threw it out the window. The desperate curator’s blood ran cold as, once again, the tourists had shown up early. “Mmmm… why?”
Jewel knew she couldn’t keep the tourists waiting if she wanted a stellar review. It didn’t take much thinking for her to arrive at her only option: She’d have to tough it out. Standing up straight, to her bladder’s mild protest, the beetle puffed out her chest and held her head high.
“Come on, Jewel, be an adult!” she began telling herself as she strode over to her desk and grabbed her clipboard. “An aching bladder isn’t going to ruin this opportunity!”
Though her body protested, Jewel’s mind prevailed, and soon, she was opening the door to meet her next guests. On the other side was quite the familiar sight. A similarly dressed, but smaller group, led by a tour guide, though this time it was a female lynx in much more casual attire. A purple v-neck and a pair of jean shorts.
“I take it you’re Jewel?” the feline questioned with a light smile.
“Yes!” Jewel beamed, her offer of a handshake quickly being accepted. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
“Nicole’s the name. But you can call me Nikki,” she replied before stepping inside, being followed by her group.
Though Jewel was managing so far, her issue down below was far from forgotten. With a gulp, she let her legs rest against each other as subtly as possible. “So, here for the fifteen minute tour, are we?”
Receiving a confirming nod, Jewel continued. “Well then, we’d better get going!” Much like the first tour, Jewel beckoned for the group to follow and informed them of the rules, only this time, she carried herself with a slightly more awkward stride.
Seconds ticked by to form minutes, and with each exhibit visited, Jewel felt her control slipping away. By the time they’d gotten to the back third of the tour, her situation had grown dire. By this point, she had no choice but to cave to her bladder’s demands and allow her legs to cross, though luckily, she managed to make it look at natural as possible, and no one seemed to suspect a thing as she tried her best to summon the focus to talk about the Sea Mist Sapphire.
“Much like its name suggests, this gem was discovered at sea by a group of oceanographers. Funnily enough, though, they weren’t even looking for sunken treasure. It was simply a routine mapping of ocean currents when they…” More than once during her lecture, the perspiring beetle glanced over at the bathroom. Much to her relief, the maintenance was finished, but much to her obvious dismay, she wasn’t inside it. The lecture on ocean currents certainly wasn’t helping her cause either.
Nearing the tail end of her speech, Jewel felt a wave of pain surge up from her midsection. The urge to give up and run to the bathroom fought valiantly, but she held on. Unfortunately, nothing could’ve stopped her from briefly wincing and tightening her legs. “Oh, my apologies! The sun caught my eye for a moment!”
The audience bought the excuse, and Nikki seemed satisfied. But from then on, things only got more difficult. With every tick of the wall clock, Jewel’s needs grew. A barely noticeable bulge now presented itself through her skin tight dress, and she was beyond desperate. She could feel her own ocean raging inside her, begging for freedom and threatening to turn to straight demands at any moment. Still, miraculously, she managed to hold on through the last two exhibits, and soon they were back where they started.
As they walked toward the front, Jewel looked back at the bathroom door, hoping her desperation didn’t show in her gaze.
“Thank you for the tour, Miss Jewel. It was quite informative, especially for being only fifteen minutes!” Nikki congratulated, extending her arm.
Jewel smiled and nodded as she shook the lynx’s hand. For the bursting beetle, only was the incorrect word to describe the last fifteen minutes. She held onto her composure with every last bit of willpower she had, knowing that the second the tourists left, she’d be crossing her legs and making a dash for the bathroom.
“It was my pleasure, Nikki! I’m glad you enjoyed!”
The lynx nodded back. “I most certainly did, and it seems the customers did as well! I especially enjoyed the talk about the Sea Mist Sapphire. How interesting it was discovered by accident!”
Being once again reminded of the wide open sea and underwater currents didn’t help Jewel’s situation. She did her best to respond, but as the talk dragged on, the pain reached a new peak. She knew her bladder wasn’t going to wait much longer. This conversation had to end, and she needed an excuse.
“Oh goodness!” Jewel gasped, pretending to act surprised as she looked over to the wall clock. “I completely forgot, I’ve got an important call to make!”
“No worries at all! I’m sorry if I kept you over,” Nikki replied.
“No need to worry. I should have paid more attention to the time, but I do have to go now.” Well, Jewel thought, at least that last bit certainly wasn’t a lie.
The understanding lynx turned to leave. “We’ll be in touch. I’ll see you around, perhaps!”
“I hope so!” Jewel replied, waving to her guests as the last of them filed out.
The second the door clicked shut, Jewel’s legs flew together, crossing tightly as her hands darted between them. She bit her lip, immediately shifting all her focus to the bathroom across the room.
“Oh, finally!” Jewel cried, quickly hobbling her way over. As the door inched closer, she felt herself shudder in anticipation. At long last, she was free to throw open the bathroom door, step inside and…
“Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!”
Jewel’s fantasy was interrupted by a slamming door, accompanied by the shouting of a familiar voice. The beetle jumped at the sudden noise, nearly losing control then and there before quickly jamming her legs back together. Moaning in pain, she turned to face the source.
There, at the front of the museum, stood Tangle the Lemur, her own legs crossed like a pretzel and her hands jammed between them. “Oh, Jewel! Hi! Can’t talk. Long walk. Gotta pee so bad!” the lemur’s gaze immediately shifted over to the vacant bathroom. “Oh, thank goodness!”
Jewel donned a look of horror as her bursting friend bounded toward the bathroom door. “Wait, Tangle no!”
Her desperate plea fell on deaf ears. “Just a second Jewel, I really can't hold this any longer!” Tangle arrived at the door and threw her tail forward, using it to twist the handle and throw it open.
“But I-“
The door slammed shut, clicking as it locked from the other side. Jewel strode up to the door, her relief snatched away from her once more. “Ngh, neither can I...”
The curator’s bladder felt filled past capacity. Trying the knob once, obviously to no success, she backed up and jammed her hands between her thighs. Her legs rubbed together fervently, trying desperately to find the best position to hold back the flood. “Can’t hold it much longer…”
Her whole body quivered in agony as her inner dam buckled and cracked. “Come on, just a few more seconds! You can do it!”
Jewel’s newfound confidence didn’t last long, as the greatest challenge yet was unleashed upon her, ironically coming from the bathroom itself.
The door wasn’t a very thick one, and this didn’t help Jewel one bit. The agonizing sound of Tangle’s stream of urine crashing into the toilet bowl, accompanied by the lemur’s immense sighs of relief drove Jewel to the edge of insanity.
“Ahh… much better…”
“Oh… That sounds like it feels so good…” Jewel moaned through clenched teeth, the inescapable sound of Tangle’s relief filling every corner of her mind. The bursting curator began hobbling between her feet as Tangle continued on inside without a care in the world. At this rate, it would be seconds before she gave out. In a desperate last ditch effort, she eagerly pounded on the door. “Tangle, please hurry up! I’m gonna explode out here!”
“Hah… almost done,” the lemur replied, her relief clearly nearing an end.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” begged Jewel, feeling her pee on the very edge of starting to leak out. “No! No yet, I’m so close! Tangle, I-“
Just as Jewel was ready to give up and drop her drawers on the spot, her prayers were answered at last. The bathroom door unlocked and creaked open, revealing a relaxed lemur on the other side. “Phew! I sure as hell need that!”
Tangle stepped forward, smiling down to her friend. “So Jewel, you wanted to tell me somthi-“
“Shut up and move, I’m gonna burst!” Jewel surged forward and pushed Tangle out of the way, immediately turning to slam the door behind her and not even bothering to lock it. She wasted no time whipping back around and eyeing the most inviting thing she’d ever seen.
Upon her laying eyes on the toilet, Jewel’s bladder sent its final warning. A powerful jolt rushed up through her entire body, sending her into panic mode as her hands and legs worked frantically to hold back the flood. “Ah!”
Jewel’s gaze remained completely fixated on the toilet as she hobbled toward it. In seconds, she was dancing in front of it, fit to burst. Only one task remained, and she was done waiting or moving carefully by this point.
Moving at speeds that would make the blue blur jealous, Jewel removed her hands from in between her thighs. As her bladder screamed in protest and the damn sprung its first leaks, she reached down and threw up the toilet seat before immediately hiking up her dress and turning around. With one final, victorious motion, the beetle thrust her blue panties down to her knees and collapsed onto the toilet seat. Her bladder needed no invitation to do what it’d been waiting to do for so long.
A mighty torrent of clear pee crashed into the awaiting water below. The sound filled the entire room, only being accompanied by Jewel’s immense sighs of relief.
“Hah… finally,” Jewel moaned airily, allowing the complete bliss of her emptying bladder to take the reins. She relaxed and fell back against the toilet seat, practically going limp as all her energy rushed to her bladder. “Oh, so amazing…”
Jewel closed her eyes as nearly an hour of pent up stress and urine continued to relentlessly pour out of her. It was relief unlike she’d ever experienced before, and she didn’t want it to end. For nearly half a minute, her stream continued unabated, but soon, it began to slow.
With one final victorious sigh, the last of Jewel’s trickle came to an end. “Thank goodness I made it…” She stood up, flushing the toilet and taking care of herself before washing her hands and leaving.
After shutting the door behind her, Jewel immediately noticed Tangle, leaning against her blue desk with a wide smirk on her face. “Don’t you dare.”
“Pfft! Don’t I dare what, make fun of you? I was in the same position,” Tangle sneered, taking a sip of cold tea before immediately regretting her decision and setting down the cup. “Look, when you gotta go, you gotta go! I’m not gonna make fun of you for it!”
Jewel was taken aback by her friend’s maturity. “Oh, well thank you. I guess I shouldn’t have assumed that. Sorry Tangle.”
“Hey, no sweat!” the nonchalant lemur replied. Of course, Jewel shouldn’t have been so quick to apologize, because moments later, Tangle’s smirk returned. “But you’ve gotta admit. It was pretty funny.” |
Description: After the defeat of Ixis Naugus and the restoration of the true king to the Council of Acorn, Sonic has no choice but to be dragged off to a council meeting. Unfortunately for her, aside from the inherent boredom that comes along with politics, another problem is brewing, specifically having to do with the two sodas she had beforehand. In the face of inconvenience after inconvenience, will Sonic manage to make it in time?
Disclaimer: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher, and Sonic and Sally are genderbent, the latter now being Sammy.
Enjoy!
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“Ugh, you’re sure I have to go?” whined a feminine voice.
“I told you already, Sonic. If you want the Freedom Fighters to have a voice in the new government, you’ve got to show up for the council meetings!” commanded the male chipmunk walking beside a disinterested female hedgehog.
The blue hedgehog, clad in red, white-trimmed shoes and a matching sports bra and pair of short, tight shorts, threw her head back in dissatisfaction. “I know Sammy, I know…” she moaned, letting her arms fall slack as she continued to walk beside the Freedom Fighters’ leader.
“So unless you want to be at the beck and call of the Council of Acorn with no say, I suggest you shape up,” asserted Sammy, watching Sonic nonchalantly unscrew the cap to her soda and take a large swig.
Sonic let out a refreshed sigh and lowered her now-empty pop bottle. She eyed a recycle bin beside a bench along the concrete path. Narrowing her eyes, she chucked the bottle at the opening. It just barely missed, bouncing off the rim and into the grass. She paused for a moment, glancing at Sammy before continuing to walk on, pretending to have not noticed.
“Sonic…”
The blue blur froze in her tracks. “What? I was gonna pick it up!” In a gust of wind, she zipped over to the bottle and dumped it in the bin, returning in the blink of an eye with a cheesy grin on her face.
“Hmph! That’s better,” smirked Sammy. “By the way, that was your second soda. I hope you know this meeting’s not gonna be the shortest.”
“Pssh! What do I look like to you?”
“Like someone who doesn’t plan ahead very well,” mused Sammy.
Sonic waved her hand dismissively. “Oh relax, I’ll be peachy!”
Sammy threw up his hands, grinning in smug acceptance. “Alright Sonic, just don’t go complaining to me if you’re fidgeting like crazy halfway through.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m a big girl!”
The sun shone overhead as the pair continued walking past a wide assortment of yellow buildings, and waved to other citizens. In mere minutes, they reached their destination. Sonic looked up at the towering form of the royal palace, housing the relatively new Council of Acorn. Her shoulders fell as the dread of participating in politics filled her mind.
Sammy looked down at his wristwatch. “Looks like we’re punctual! Let’s head inside.”
Sonic grunted in acknowledgement. As she crossed her arms and followed the chipmunk inside, the female hedgehog paused for a moment. It seemed the two bottles of soda had begun to make their way through her, producing an ever-so-slight pang of discomfort in her abdomen. With a hint of nervousness, she glanced down at her lower half, Sammy’s words of warning re-entering her mind.
“I hope you know, this meeting’s not gonna be the shortest.”
Shaking herself free of the worrying development, Sonic grinned confidently and continued on into the meeting hall. Sammy was probably just exaggerating, and besides, she had a bladder of steel. She’d be fine, she thought.
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“Order in the meeting hall!”
The striking of a gavel on wood shook Sonic from her limp, half-asleep position. “Wha?!” She sprung upright in her grey chair, catching the hardly favorable attention of the council members. Sammy kneaded his forehead in embarrassment as Hamlin continued.
“Well, now that Sonic has woken up from her little nap, we can get started.”
Sammy rolled his eyes, catching the sheepish grin of the speedy friend to his side. “Don’t mess this up!” he whispered commandingly.
Sonic looked up the steeply inclined half-circle of a table to Hamlin. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, Hammy.”
“It’s. Hamlin.”
A smug smile and shrug from Sonic prompted Sammy to elbow her.
“Ow!”
“As I was saying…” seethed the pig, picking up and tidying his stack of papers. “We’ve got a lot to get through today, and there’s no time to dilly-dally with your childish games. This meeting will be a referendum on the actions of the Freedom Fighters, as well as their future status concerning their independence from…”
As Hamlin continued rambling on through the list of topics, Sonic’s attention turned to a matter far more important to her. During the few short minutes she’d dozed off for, all the soda she’d drank hadn’t been kind to her. What was previously just a small hint of discomfort had grown to a mild, yet consistent nag. She rested a hand on her abdomen for a moment, looking down at her thighs as they subtly shifted. Maybe Sammy had been right after all…
“Sonic!”
“Huh?” Sonic jolted from her inner thoughts at Hamlin’s mention of her name. She forced the small signals from her bladder to the back of her mind and locked eyes with the swine.
“Well, have you anything to say on the topic of you and your team’s actions?” pressed Hamlin.
“Oh! I…” she trailed off for a moment, her mind beginning to wander back to the pressure in her abdomen for a moment before she shook herself back on-topic. “I think we did what we needed to do, and always will. Eggman is a threat and Naugus was a fraud, and a pretty big jerk too! Sure, we don’t make the perfect decisions all the time, but you think you could do any better?”
“I think you require oversight,” replied Hamlin through his scowl. “Now that Naugus has been defeated and proper order restored, I think it’s high time we start planning for the future of the city, which includes putting you on a leash.”
“Hmph, so what? So some old guy with a sparkly staff and a smooth mouth can make a fool out of you again?”
“Sonic-”
The smacking of the gavel cut Sammy off. “You may have been right that time, Sonic. But what happens when you’re not?” demanded Hamlin.
“I’ll have a far higher chance of being right than you. How ‘bout you stick to swinging that hammer and stealing Nicole’s own city away from her while I focus on keeping you safe!” rebutted Sonic with a glare.
“That’s not what this is about. Nicole has been handled, and I’d watch your tongue if I were you!” warned Hamlin.
“If I may,” spoke Elias before the feisty Freedom Fighter could respond. “We’re not going to get anything accomplished through passive aggression and yelling. Let’s try and be civil about this.”
A deep exhale left Sonic’s mouth as she folded her arms in resignation. “Yeah, you’re right…”
“Agreed,” mumbled Hamlin.
“Good. Now, let’s get started for real this time,” Elias suggested.
With each grueling second that ticked by, the meeting became not only more boring for the female hedgehog, but more uncomfortable. By the time they’d reached what Hamlin had called the “halfway” point, her bladder was giving her more than mere suggestions. She did her best to ignore the growing discomfort, but the reservoir was filling. While not crossing her legs completely, she reluctantly let her thighs shift back and forth, rubbing together in an effort to quell some of the pressure as she kept one hand on her midsection.
“Mmmm…” she hushly moaned to herself, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.
“I think we’ve gone on quite a while, King Elias. What do you say to a recess?”
Sonic’s ears immediately perked up at the sound of Penelope Platypus’ voice, specifically at her last word.
Recess. That meant bathroom break.
Sonic looked longingly to Elias, internally praying he’d allow it.
“That sounds reasonable,” replied Elias, grunting in refreshment as he stood up and reached toward the ceiling. “I could use some time to stretch my legs.”
Sonic failed to stop her internal sigh of relief from becoming an audible one as she stood herself. Her bladder delivered slight protest thanks to the shift in position, but she kept her composure and quickly began walking toward the hall.
“Five minutes, then we continue on to the last topic!”
Hamlin’s announcement hardly even registered with Sonic as she followed the sign to the palace restroom on the wall and made a sharp left turn. Only now that she’d gotten up and began focusing on her problem did she realize how urgent it really was. She wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to make it through the back half of the meeting, especially not without giving her situation away.
As Sonic turned a corner, a pair of doors came into view down the hall; The respectively labeled male and female bathrooms. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, thank goodness!”
Sonic speed-walked down the hall, preemptively placing her hand on the band of her shorts. In just moments, she’d be free to yank them down, plant herself on the toilet, and have relief. The mere thought made her shudder in anticipation, but also caused her bladder to up the ante. The discomfort in her abdomen grew as she reached the door, allowing her legs to cross and placing one hand on her abdomen and reaching for the handle with the other.
“Phew!”
Just as she began turning the handle, the sounding of alarms blared throughout the palace, making the poor hedgehog jump and nearly lose control then and there. “Oh… what now?”
She looked down the hallway in either direction, then stared longingly back at the door. The temptation to put the alarm on hold and pee now was overwhelming.
“Mmmm…” moaned Sonic, crossing her legs more severely and shifting her weight between feet as she waged a battle between her mind and aching bladder. As the alarms continued to blare, however, she bit her lip in acceptance of what she’d have to do.
The hedgehog, now nervously bouncing, came to her final decision. “Ugh, I don’t have time!” With a shaky resolve, and to her bladder’s protest, Sonic uncrossed her legs and darted down the hallway.
She reached the meeting room in seconds and immediately asked for a briefing, trying desperately to not give away her predicament.
“Eggman is attacking the southern region,” began Nicole, commanding the nanites in the floor with a wave of her hand and summoning a view screen. As Sonic peered at the feed and saw what appeared to be only one ship, Nicole continued on. “He seems to be alone. Quite curious…”
“I’ll stop him!” chimed Sonic, quickly zipping out of the room before another word could be spoken.
As she boomed toward the southern gate, Sonic felt her bladder pushing back, screaming at her to just stop for a moment and find somewhere…
“Oh… this is bad!” the desperate hedgehog whined to herself, her speed certainly doing nothing to help her cause. She caressed her lower abdomen in agony, struggling to not stop and hold herself.
Sonic took a deep breath, removing her hand as she neared her destination and saw Eggman’s ship looming overhead. “C’mon Sonic, you can do this! Just bash whatever bot he’s got, then you can pee…”
She stopped on a dime, the ship now looming directly overhead. Her leg twitched erratically as she tried her best to stop it from crossing over the other.
“Well, well, if it isn’t-”
“Just get it over with, Egghead! I cracked your Death Egg last time, what do you want now?” Sonic yelled back up to Eggman’s small ship, crossing her arms.
“I think you know what I want, hedgehog...”
As Sonic was subjected to the torment of Eggman’s typical “this time for sure” speech, Nicole materialized next to her. “I am sorry my arrival was delayed, Sonic. I was busy ensuring the safety of the citizens.”
“It’s fine,” Sonic replied hastily, gritting her teeth as she felt a wave of strong protest from her bladder.
“Are you alright, Sonic?”
“I’m all good! Let’s just beat Eggman!”
Nicole raised her eyebrow in suspicion, but to Sonic’s relief, didn’t press any further. “Well if I can get you up to the ship, can you take care of things from there?”
Sonic tensed up for a moment, feeling another wave crash against her insides. Her eyes widening, she fought with all her will to stop her hands from eagerly flying to her crotch to help her hold back the flood. She needed to beat Eggman, fast. “Sure thing, Nic’!”
“And so, my newest creation, the Egg Hawk, is sure to put you and your furry friends on the ropes!” Eggman finally concluded through the loudspeaker of his ship.
“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before!” Sonic fired back before lowering her gaze to Nicole. Following a subtle nod shared between the two, she felt the grass moving beneath her. As her feet shifted around, her bladder screamed in protest. Luckily for Sonic, her painful wince went unnoticed.
“Here you go, Sonic!” Nicole shouted as the nanites making up the ground jetted upward, sending the blue hedgehog rocketing toward the red and black ship.
The jolt sent Sonic into a panic. “Nngh!” She bit her lip in agony, her legs fidgeting as she flew through the air. As she looked up and saw Eggman’s metal machine rapidly approaching though, she knew what she’d have to do, and the thought made her want to explode.
With a grunt, Sonic bent her legs and tucked herself into a ball. As she’d expected, the newfound pressure on her abdomen was nearly unbearable. “Oh… hold it together!” the desperate Freedom Fighter cried as she forced herself into her signature spin attack.
“Eek!” cried Eggman as Sonic surged toward one of his craft’s wings. The spinning blue ball sliced through the metal like butter, tearing a significant hole in it.
Sonic arked upwards and unfolded herself, much to her body’s gratitude, before landing atop of the Egg Hawk. “Alright Eggman, we can do this the easy way…” Sonic was cut off as she felt a massive wave of her internal ocean crash against her insides. She moaned for a moment, shifting weight between her legs, still fighting with all her might not to cross them. “Or the hard way!”
“How about the fun way?” As-if on the cue of Eggman’s arrogant voice, four small panels atop the Hawk slid open. Mechanical whirrs spat from the craft’s belly as four mechanical arms shot out. A pair of metal claws were on the end of each.
“I’m gonna hate this,” Sonic moaned, cradling her midsection with a worried look on her face. “Sorry bladder!”
Fighting to shove her urgent needs to the back of her mind, Sonic pushed off from the hull at her trademark speed. Curling into a ball, she jetted forward and sliced through one of the arms with ease, then pivoted on a dime and shot toward her second target. As the remaining two arms shot at her in reaction, Sonic grinned confidently, preparing to give them the same treatment.
“Gah!” Her body’s harshest warning yet forced Sonic to stop short and skid to a halt. Her bladder’s desperate pleas re-entered the forefront of her mind. Grunting in agony, Sonic couldn’t stop her legs from crossing over each other. “No, not now!”
“What’s wrong, Sonic? Feeling a little under the weather today?” Eggman gloated.
The mechanical arms didn’t halt their attack, and Sonic knew she’d have to continue her resistance. “Oh… I’m gonna hate this!” With sheer force of will, Sonic pushed off and formed a ball once again. Her bladder, now pushed to its upper limits, threatened to void its contents then and there. But the hedgehog barely managed to pull through. With a burst of speed, she surged forward and severed the two remaining arms before quickly uncurling and returning to holding herself as quickly as possible. This time with her hands jammed between her thighs.
The pain was unbearable, and Sonic was nearing the end of her rope. An unsettled sea of frustration and utter desperation raged in her mind. Eggman’s taunts and chuckles didn’t help either. Her weight eagerly shifted between her feet as her thighs rubbed together, working to hold back the flood. With a snarl, she came to a decision; She’d had enough of Eggman for today.
“That’s it, I can’t take this anymore!” Working as hard and fast as she could, Sonic formed a ball and dove down through the Egg Hawk’s hull. In moments, she was in its halls and back on her feet, hobbling between legs. “Oh… c’mon!”
“What? That meddlesome rodent’s inside!” Eggman spat through the ship’s loudspeaker.
“Can it, Egghead!” the hedgehog shouted back. With a desperate burst of speed, she shot forward towards a closed door down the hall. Doing her absolute best to ignore her bladder’s demands, she used another spindash to slice through the door with ease and land on the other side.
Just as the hedgehog had hoped, she’d landed in what appeared to be the small ship’s generator room. Fidgeting helplessly, she peered around the cylindrical space, observing the assortment of blinking lights, screens, and levers. What she really cared about laid in the very center of the room. A glass tube, suspended from the floor to the ceiling by a series of metal clamps. Yellow electricity frantically flowed through it, no doubt signifying it as the ship’s power core.
“No time to be choosy!” Sonic shouted, spin-dashing forward and slamming into the glass. The glass casing resisted at first, but soon began to crack under the stress.
“No, you blue buffoon! You’ll set off the whole ship!”
Eggman’s warning fell on deaf ears as Sonic made one final push. In an instant, the glass was shattered.
“No, look what you’ve done!”
Sonic ignored Eggman’s cries once again. Still curled up, she only had one thing on her mind now. “Oh… get me out of here so I can piss already!” Feeling mere seconds away from bursting, Sonic aimed herself downward and spun even faster, slicing through the Hawk’s metal floor. In seconds, she was rocketing out the bottom, leaving Eggman behind to eject from his ship before the reactor completely overloaded.
Sonic uncurled into a freefall, not even bothering to stop her legs from crossing and rubbing up against each other anymore. “C’mon, Nicole… catch me please!”
As-if on cue, a portion of the ground shot up like a tentacle, forming a flat piece of ground for Sonic to land on. The hedgehog happily obliged, planting her feet firmly on the green and brown protrusion of nanites. Sonic hobbled back and forth as she desperately tried to hold on. The nanites were lowering her to the ground, but not nearly fast enough.
“Nicole… go faster!” moaned the bursting hedgehog, sweat now trailing down her forehead as she looked down at the noticeable bulge above her shorts.
She couldn’t take it anymore. In the face of unbearable pressure and extreme protest, Sonic removed her hands and sped down the side of the nanite arm. With every step, she could feel her body urging her to let go, or stop to hold back the flood. But she couldn’t stop now.
She reached the bottom in seconds, stopping on a dime next to a confused Nicole and immediately jammed her hands in between her thighs once more.
The lynx raised an eyebrow, lowering her arms and allowing the nanite structure to completely dissolve. “Sonic, is something the matter? Are you hurt?”
Sonic barely registered the A.I.’s words. Instead, her gaze darted around, looking for the nearest place she could open the floodgates. “Not now, Nicole! I-”
“Sonic! What happened?”
Sonic’s blood ran cold at the sound of Sammy’s voice. She didn’t dare remove her hands or uncross her legs just to save face at this point. Hobbling to face the direction of the voice, she watched as she saw the prince’s face morph from one of confusion, to concern.
“S-Sammy, hi!” Sonic stuttered before quickly returning to her frantic scouting.
“Are you alright, Sonic?” Sammy questioned worriedly, surveying the bouncing hedgehog for signs of injury.
Sonic’s eyes locked on a sizable forest to the left of the clearing. Its trees were thick enough to hide behind and avoid being seen, and at this time of day, she assumed no one would be there; The perfect place.
“I-I’m fine, I just…” Sonic stopped abruptly, her train of thought being derailed by another powerful bladder spasm. She doubled over, her legs rubbing together and trembling. “I…” The forest appeared more inviting by the second. She was at the end of her rope.
“Wait,” Sammy began, rubbing his chin contemplatively. “Do you just have to-”
“Don’t follow me!” Sonic cried, forcing herself to stand straight. She knew she’d hate this next part, but she was out of options. Exhausting her aching bladder’s last ounce of strength, she removed her hands, straightened her legs, and took off toward the forest.
Her feet flew at top speed as her bladder squealed in protest. The dam cracked and buckled, threatening to break open then and there. “Oh… I’m so close, I’m gonna burst!”
In moments, she had zipped into the forest and behind the large, wide tree she’d spotted earlier. She stopped in an instant and immediately jammed her hands back where they belonged, in between her trembling thighs. She begged her bladder to hold on as she quickly peered around to ensure she had privacy. The brief search had unearthed no prying eyes.
Just then, Sonic felt the final ounce of her bladder’s strength give way. “Ah, no! Not yet!” she exclaimed, realizing that now the only thing sitting between her bladder’s ocean of contents and the outside world was her firmly pressed hands and her legs. “Ugh! How am I gonna do this now? I can’t wait another second!”
The frantic hedgehog knew what she’d have to do, and knew it’d torture her. She’d have to somehow find the strength necessary to hold it in while she yanked down her pants. Luckily, her trademark ability would prove useful.
With all her might, Sonic forced her bladder to take back control and close the floodgates. She grunted in exertion before separating her legs and moving her hands away to the waistband of her shorts at breakneck speeds. She yanked them down to her knees and forced her thighs toward the ground.
Her bladder needed no invitation. By the time she had squatted halfway down, a mighty stream of pee was already tumbling out of her at full force. The hedgehog’s eye widened at the long-overdue feeling of relief.
“Hahhhh…” she sighed in ecstasy, drowning out even the powerful torrent of urine as it continued crashing onto the forest floor. “Thank Chaos, I made it!” Sonic threw her head back, her face flushing red as she fell back on her hands to stabilize herself. Moans and deep sighs continued pouring out of her as she enjoyed every second of her overfilled, overworked bladder emptying itself.
After nearly a minute of indescribable relief, Sonic’s stream finally began to slow. Her heavy sighs continued as the powerful flood slowed to a trickle, then a sprinkle, and finally stopped.
“Ah… that felt amazing!” Sonic breathed as she stayed squatting for a moment, catching her breath. With one final sigh, she stood and pulled her shorts back over her thighs. She smiled in satisfaction before zipping out of the forest in a streak of blue.
Moments later, Sonic skidded to a halt back next to a casually chatting Sammy and Nicole. “Phew! That sure was somethin’! How’s it going, guys?”
A devious smirk grew on Sammy’s face as he placed one hand on his hip and turned to face the blue blur. “Well, well. If it isn’t the supersonic sprinkler herself!”
“Hey! I-”
“I warned you you’d regret drinking all that soda, Sonic,” the smug chipmunk shrugged.
“Well I was about to take a leak during the recess, but then Eggman just had to invade right then!” Sonic scoffed, crossing her arms sassily.
“Sure… I still blame you, hun’,” Sammy teased.
“Whatevs’, I made it in time anyway, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but only after looking like you were gonna flood the city and having to squat in a forest!” chuckled Sammy.
Sonic scowled in protest. “Hey, cool it, buddy!” She turned and raised her right leg, ready to take off running. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go for my afternoon run.”
“Afternoon run?” a confused Sammy asked with folded arms.
“Well, yeah? What’s the issue, your highness?”
Sammy’s smirk returned. With a smug posture, he pointed back over to the New Mobotropolis Royal Palace. “We’ve still got half the meeting to get through, remember?”
Sonic froze, wide-eyed as a drop of sweat formed on their forehead. A moment later, she lowered her leg and let her shoulders drop. “Aw man…” |
Hello! I am moving this topic out of omtushu into omorashi general, because although she wears one through most of this story, Faun is not quite a diaper character in my mind, and some wetting occurs even in this story outside of diapers. Since I am trans-posting, I will aslo make a few edits while I'm at it (spelling mistakes, grammatial errors, etc).
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This is a shorter fiction with an anthro (with animal head but human-shaped hands and clothes) of similar bladder characteristics to Alice In Wettingland by SomeGirl, hope you all enjoy! (don't forget to upvote if you do)
Faun was a cream lynx with red ears (and other patches), happily working from home as a website technician. She was fairly curvy, rather buxom some would say, and had a quiet disposition. In fact, the only thing that seemed negative on her dating resume was that she was constantly in want of a pee.
This was not just because of a small bladder, or even because of weak bladder control. It wasn’t because of anything like that. Her bladder just plain defied the laws of terrestrial physics. It absolutely refused to stay empty, even for a minute. Whenever she went pee, she always needed to go again a moment later, and she always had a decent amount in there for letting go (though if she held onto it for awhile she would indeed get slowly fuller, eventually wetting herself). Sometimes, she would even pee in impossibly huge amounts, often faster and harder than she could do anything about it. This odd condition had been part of her life as long as she could remember, finally becoming relevant when she flooded a porta-jane and then didn't stop peeing for a few minutes (which eventually won her positive fame throughout her girl scout league). She suspected that it something to do with her parenthood, but since she was an orphan, that was not an explorable option.
One day, Faun happened to be out shopping for party items, thankfully with a short list (“Don't want a repeat of what happened last time, do we?” she had said to her bladder). Despite the apparent lack of danger, she was wearing a super-strength diaper just in case, and had drunk very little (that sometimes helped). At the moment, she was in the cookie isle.
“Hmm, Oreos or Vanilla Wafers?” she debated, “Well, I know Hamilton really likes vanilla, but Cloey...”
“Hey!” her bladder unexpectedly interrupted, “I need to go to the ladie's room, and you'd better head there soon considering.”
“Oh, you ALWAYS have to go to the ladie's room,” Faun contradicted. But she was getting a little fidgety, and she seemed to be filling up rather fast. “A-And besides, I'm wearing a diaper,” she added. She was already crossing her legs rather tightly, and hunching a little. She really needed to pee.
*Bing!* Her phone went off. She checked it, and it was a driving plans reminder. “Traffic conditions seem to be slowing down. Depart within 5 minutes to arrive at Home by 5:15.” Oh boy, she had better head for the checkout now. She had given herself 20 minutes to prepare party ingredients, 10 minutes to change her diaper and probably immediately wet and change it again, then an extra 15 minutes margin in case something went wrong.
“Ohh, time to head home,” she said, “I think I can hold it.” It wasn't that bad, and the filling was slowing down. She could make it. Tiny-tapdancing the whole way, she walked back to the front of the store, and... Twelve people in line at the checkout?! She looked to the left and right. It was the only one open. “Wha..? How..? What is...?”
“They had a breakout of bovid,” the man in front of her said, turning around, “She's the only checkout lady who has breasts big enough to be unaffected by it.” Faun looked around the line at the checkout lady. She was a white rabbit with short brown hair, and did indeed have a quite plentiful bosom, even larger than Faun's. Oh, well, at least...
There was bottled water next to the checkout counter.
She couldn't help thinking about it.
She began to piss.
At first, she was terrified, because after looking at the rabbit's jean shorts (of which she had a pair or two), she thought she was wetting her skirt. Then she remembered -oh, thank goodness – she was wearing a diaper, and feeling the warm pee swirl about her crotch just made her want to piss some more, and... She just let it out. All of it. It was liberating. She moaned with relief.
“Is... something wrong?” The man in front of her turned around again.
“No, it's nothing,” she panted, still peeing, “I just...” He noticed the whizzing sound, and looked down. “I'm wearing a diaper, and I really needed a pee,” she explained. He gave a stoic nod and turned away again. They were now down to 9 people.
By the time it was her turn at the checkout, she was already squirming again, almost to her bewilderment. She had awlays gotten desperate fast, but not that fast. It was usually at least half an hour between needing to pee again and emergency status, but this had only been about 7 minutes. In addition, something about her bladder was feeling different. Almost baby-ish, in a sense. She needed to...
*Pissss.* What?!? She lost control right there at the checkout, and it didn't even feel like enough to make her wet herself under normal conditions. She was incontinent.
“Alright,” the checkout lady said, “There you go, and have a great d... Is something wrong?” She had seen the expression on Faun's face.
“Uh, no. Sorry,” she recovered, “Everything's fine. I just... realized something personal.”
“Oh. Okay,” the lady smiled again, and laughed.
“Bye!” Faun said, then ran for the door, already beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Something about wetting herself in public, about the diaper, about not really caring and maybe even half-liking the situation, something about it all had let something free down south that should have been kept well secured. Thankfully, it did not seem permanent. “But until I take off the diaper,” she thought to herself, “I think I'll have this baby-bladder condition the rest of the way home. I really hope the diaper holds...”
By the time she got in the car, Faun was desperate again, though still resistant to a third wetting. She started the car, and... *Chink!* ...backed right into the shopping cart she had forgotten to put away. Torturously, she returned her car to the parking space, almost crying as she did so. When she got up, she made the mistake of stretching her left leg out the door before her right leg left the seat, thus pinching her bladder into submission. Another full load of warm, sweet piss flowed into the diaper.
“No!” she almost yelled, and clenched to stop the stream. Amazingly, she succeeded, and gave a groan of frustration. But the success did not last for long. As she waddled to put the shopping cart back, the force of stopped pee pushed out a spurt, then another, then another in arbitrary sizes, until finally she just gave up and let whiz inside her diaper. “This has got to stop,” she said, before she began enjoying the warm pool of liquid now forming above the absorbent padding at the bottom of the diaper. She sighed with pleasure, and instantly her bladder refilled almost to the maximum, pissing hard. “No, no, no!” She stopped the flow again, more focused this time, and hobbled with clenched teeth back to the car.
By the time she had reached her apartment, though, Faun was near the end of her strength. Her teeth were still clenched, but her eyes now had a pleading look in them. She had peed herself another 3 times on the way home (she seemed to have better control while driving): Once at a traffic light when she had tried to relax to pass the time (and her urethra presumptuously relaxed quite a bit more than the rest of her did), once when at a second traffic light, she had been trying to distract herself with examining the party list and a car honking from behind had startled her (a short but strong wee, that one), and finally to top it all off someone had thrown a huge bucket of water out in the storm drain right as she arrived on her home street. It looked like they were just finishing an outside activity and were meaning no harm, but watching all that sloshy water pour out on the pavement, flowing down the drain, she couldn't help it. She started peeing without even knowing it, and had well wet herself by the time she did realize it. Forcefully regained control as she pulled into her house's driveway, she was very confused for a moment, because there was another car parked in front of her garage. Then she remembered: Oh yes, she had called Lola and asked her to decorate (a golden retriever who was good at that). That was Lola's car. Barely stopping the engine, Faun clambered out of her own car, not even thinking about the groceries until she was halfway to the porch, and by then she didn't care. She ran up to the door, and had already reached for her keys, but thankfully checked the doorknob first and discovered that it was already unlocked! Quite hopeful now, she went inside, quickly but somewhat crookedly made her way to her bathroom, and...
*ka-bonk!* The door was locked. From inside, she could hear Lola saying something inquisitive, but she didn't care to listen. She just banged on the door and screamed, “Lola-let-me-in-I-really-need-to-pee!!!”
“I'll be right out!” her friend said, obviously understanding the urgency of the matter, but unable to help. “I'm sorry, I'm half naked!” Faun drew back from the door, her eyes wide. That little bit of early relaxing she had done was catching up to her. She knew she couldn't hold it back: the pee was COMING. Desperately, she did all the subtle mental and physical tricks she had discovered over the years that would maybe slow her bladder's magical ability to generate pee, but it wasn't enough. She would overflow onto the carpet.
“Please hold,” she said to her almost flooded diaper, just as her pee started. It came slowly at first, then began to speed up as she lost more reserve. Those few seconds waiting for Lola seemed forever. The diaper was about 95% full. 98%. 99%...
*Click* The door unlocked and Lola came out, sports bra dawned over her magnificent baps but shirt and jacket still inside the bathroom. “Sorry!” she said again as Faun swerved by her with expert balance of a last die-hard effort to keep the pee from spilling, slam-locked the door behind her in one motion, nearly-ripped the diaper to her ankles and thumped down on the toilet before it had even fallen all the way down her legs. As soon as the diaper was off and away from her crotch, her normal urethral control immediately returned, but exactly what happened to the pee balance was confusing: she stopped peeing, but her bladder began aching horribly. “Ahh, rrh, uhhh-hu-aaa,” she moaned as she began peeing again. It felt like all the world's oceans being taken off her bladder, and she LET IT GO!
At first she was just pissing hard against the toilet front, then as she relaxed a little more she began peeing at superhiman strength. Then gradually she fully relaxed, and THEN... She was letting free a HUGE spray that went through the crack between the toilet seat and the bowl enough to wet the opposing wall, and a little actually went upward out of the bowl, enough to sprinkle on Lola's jacket. If Faun eventually finished her waterfall, the jacket would be well wetted down, and in need of a washing.
Faun didn't even care, she just went right on pissing. It felt so good to piss,
...and unbeknownst to her, Lola was having fun thoroughly wetting her own jeans outside the bathroom door.
The end |
She wouldn’t let him go: the agent (part 1)
Tyler hadn’t meant to become the ‘man of the moment’ and find himself in a media brawl. It had been entirely accidental, perhaps somewhat foolish, yet without malice or political agenda. Still he had been so relieved when his viral tweet had been picked up by Ashley Littlejohn from the U.K. press agency. As his social media exploded with messages from reporters, his phone rang off the hook, and his email inbox went frantic, Ashley’s promise that ‘For a small fee I will handle it all and schedule everything and represent your interests fully’ seems like a dream come true.
Ashleigh arrived at Tyler’s house early, much younger and smaller than he imagined she would be, her bright red hair and larger breasts immediately making her someone he knew he wouldn’t forget.
‘So have you responded to anyone yet?’
Tyler couldn’t believe how intimidated he felt in his own home by someone he’d only just met, someone who was less than two thirds of his height but whose demeanour, sharp tongue and demanding mannerisms meant he felt he should be saluting her and apologising for the fact his hair hadn’t been brushed yet even while she stood on his doorstep! She reminded him of an intimidating headmistress who would think nothing of belting children even though it was against the law.
‘Em....no. It was really late and I just went to bed after your message.’
‘Who is that calling your mobile?’
Tyler tentatively picked up his mobile from its charger as it rang again, but he didn’t recognise the number. Before he had time to even realise what was happening Ashleigh grabbed the phone from his hand and answered it.
‘You have reached the phone of Tyler Trembley. How may I help you?’
Tyler closed the door as another camera flashed. He didn’t know who was taking photographs but he didn’t like it. He stepped into his home office and closed the curtains. The invasion of privacy wasn’t something he liked and he hoped this Ashleigh agent would sort that out quickly.
‘Right. That’s the BBC lined up. You have a radio interview in half an hour, then you are live on Good morning Britain via zoom at 8:40 and another researcher will call back as I think they want you on the lunchtime news too. Listen the more you allow these people to get what they want the quicker you will be over with this. Oh by the way I’m Ashleigh. Pleased to meet you Tyler. Could you possibly sort your hair out? Then we’ll work on what you are wearing! Oh and while you tidy yourself up what’s your Twitter log in details and your email and I will get everyone else lined up and get this over with for you. There’s a crowd of them gathering outside even now. Come on...no time to waste Tyler!’
Tyler dutifully turned his laptop on and signed into Twitter and his emails then looked around the room for a comb. He couldn’t find one so he went looking as Ashleigh called back after him...
‘God you haven’t half ruffled some feathers! You’ve got more press wanting you than I’ve seen in years! I’ll just reply to these for you...any chance of a cuppa by the way...coffee with two sugars and a dash of milk.’
Tyler found himself making two coffees in his own kitchen like some sort of robot, another flash of a camera outside forcing him to close even his kitchen blinds. If this experience didn’t put him off social media nothing would! Hopefully Ashleigh would do her stuff...
Twenty minutes later, and his coffee finished, Tyler was on speakerphone on live radio, with Ashleigh scribbling what he had to say on a pad as the intense questioning began. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when it ended but right away Ashleigh’s phone rang and she signalled to him that it was another TV station.
The entire morning was a whirlwind of live radio, prerecorded statements released to the press, zoom live TV appearances for various channels and quick clothing changes to make it appear as if each station had an exclusive. By 11am Tyler’s voice was dry and he was grateful for the bottle of water Ashleigh handed him during yet another interview. By now Ashleigh had written phrases that he found himself repeating over and over which were taking some of the heat off of the situation. Still Tyler sweated with nerves and adrenaline and by midday his water was finished.
‘Right. We can have a break now. I’ve ordered some pizza delivery so we can get organised for round 2. We have the news at 1 first so they will be wanting a sound check by 12:40 latest.
At that the door went and Ashleigh answered, taking in the pizzas to another flash of cameras. Tyler sighed. He was hungry and the pizza smelt delicious but he also needed a break from the atmosphere and the tension and besides he also needed the bathroom too.
‘I’ll be right back Ashleigh...’
‘No! I need to change your tie and jacket. We don’t have time! And I need to brief you...the news have sent me the questions in advance so you don’t mess up...come here!’
Tyler sighed but did as he was told. Ashleigh wasn’t one to be disobeyed!
Eating pizza and listening to Ashleigh as she briefed him Tyler could feel his mind wandering. The bathroom was just a few doors away and now drinking cola with his pizza he really did want a quick visit. He was uncomfortable and grumpy and finding it hard to concentrate. But after his stupid tweet and all that had happened since he was caught up in a frenzy that showed no sign of letting up. Ashleigh’s phone beeped continuously, as did his own, and he didn’t want to imagine how many emails were circulating about him. He needed this nightmare to end!
The live news was stressful and humiliating. Whilst Ashleigh helped all she could the questioning was relentless and oppressive and very one sided. By the time it was over Tyler was washed out and tired and he could feel his bladder full.
‘Ashleigh can’t I just have a break for ten minutes? Get a coffee, walk about...go to the toilet? Please!’
‘Awww well if someone hadn’t written a certain tweet then maybe you could but since you did and you let the cat out the bag and you’ve got yourself in a right mess then until you satisfy all this media lot you really need to stay right here and sort this out don’t you now? So far you are just digging a bigger hole for yourself. It’s time we got your answers straighter. That interview was awful!’
‘But...but I need a piss!’
‘You should have thought about that before publishing that tweet then shouldn’t you!’
Tyler hung his head. Never again would he drink alcohol while on social media. This was a living nightmare! Feeling like a little boy caught helping himself to biscuits he hung his head in shame and sat back down in his own office as Ashleigh stood over him, her breasts almost touching his face as they pushed out of her white silk blouse. She ran her fingers through his soft brown hair and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
‘7:30pm tonight. That’s your final interview today. Those photographers out there? By the time the day is over they will have had their time. I’ll get you over to the window or door for them to have pics shortly then you’ll see them leave happy. They know me. They know how I work. I know what they want and they know what I do and they know they will get what they came for. You’ll be front page tomorrow, further in by the next day and by Wednesday...it’ll be who was he again? But...but until then...well you have a long day ahead yet my friend! You can forget that walk around or coffee or toilet trips! Well until after that last interview at least!’
Tyler squirmed. He doubted he could last an hour let alone another six. There was no way he could do more live interviews needing to piss this much. He’d have to go very soon... |
Hey everybody! Haven't wrote in a while due to some real life stuff, so excuse me if this story doesn't seem up to par with my past work! I did a story not long ago that didn't really go anywhere, it seemed like people weren't interested, and I don't really write fics for myself, I actually hate reading my own fics lol. But everybody really enjoys my CW stuff, so I thought I'd do another Supergirl story, but with a twist this time. Hope you guys enjoy!
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Kara Danvers had not been dating Lena Luthor longer than a few weeks when Lena finally came clean about her domination kink. Kara herself was pretty tame, and the whole thing was just a lot for her, but Lena could make anything attractive, and Kara herself couldn't take the lead in sexual situations. It was one of the rare times in her life where even though should lift a bus and throw it a few hundred feet, she felt absolutely weak.
Lena had been pleading for weeks to Kara to just try submitting, but Kara was really shy about the whole situation. It may have also had to do with her own pride, but mostly shyness. That being said, as of late, Kara had become more and more accepting of the idea. One thing Lena was really good at was breaking her down, she knew just the right buttons to push and when to push them.
It was 10:00 P.M. when Kara had wrapped her nightly patrol around National City. It had been a long day for her, but that was just the territory of her job. She floated high over the skyline, almost in a 'job-well-done' kind of pose as she used her enhanced hearing to hear what she could hear in the streets, and for once it was calm. The calmness put a smile on her face, but a slight realization began to set in - she really had to pee. Kara had been so busy for the past few hours that she had never had a few minutes to use the bathroom. You would think with her Kryptonian muscles that her bladder alone could bench press a plane, but even by human standards Kara had somewhat weaker bladder.
Before Kara could even react to her bladder, her phone went off. She whipped it out of a small pocket on her tight Supergirl costume and saw a text from Lena;
L Corp. My office. Now.
The serious sounding nature of the text shocked Kara, and she jolted from her place in the clouds to outside Lena's balcony in seconds. She landed softly on the balcony, but nothing appeared to be happening or in danger. Kara suspiciously walked in Lena's office and saw her sitting at her desk pretty casually. Lena smiled over at Kara, a little menacingly.
"That text sounded pretty serious, are you okay?" Kara said a bit concerned yet relieved to Lena.
Lena stood up from her desk, her tight skirt dancing around her knees as she walked to Kara, "I'm fine, just wanted to see how fast I could make you come," Lena teased.
Kara rolled her eyes, "That's not funny, I thought you were actually in trouble."
Lena came up to Kara, tracing her finger over Kara's chest, which her suit fit so perfectly in Lena's opinion. Kara tried not to react, mostly for the sake of her own pride, but she couldn't help but tremble just a little to Lena's touch - mixed in with the fact she had to pee relatively bad.
"What if you're the one in trouble, Supergirl?" Lena said, as she circled around Kara.
"Lena, I don't think I -" Kara was interrupted as Lena spanked her from behind, "Lena!" Kara continued in a playfully frustrated way.
"Something wrong, Supergirl?" Lena teased, now putting both her hands on Kara's shoulders, massaging them a little roughly.
Kara couldn't help but squirm a bit in place as she struggled to find a reply.
"You need to pee, don't you?" Lena interjected, suddenly stopping the massage but keeping her soft hands resting on Kara's shoulders.
The Kryptonian remained silent trying to protect her dignity, but Lena just smiled that evil, pretty smile she always had. Sharp fingers dug back into Kara's shoulders as she stood there, still slightly squirming. She could feel the mental pressure from Lena making her want to break her silence. She knew Lena was really taking control this time and that not only did Kara want this, but it was turning her on. Finally after what felt like an eternity, between her bladder, the fingers in her shoulder and the awkward silence, Kara broke her silence.
"Yes," Kara nodded, avoiding eye contact as she looked down at her red boots. She felt Lena's fingers relax as she stepped back in front of Kara, placing a finger under her chin and making Kara look up in her gorgeous eyes. This alone sent shivers down Kara's spine.
"Tell me what you need," Lena said starting with a smile that turned to a look of pure dominance.
"I need to pee," Kara replied quietly and obediently, trying to hold it all together.
"I know you do," Lena said back, smiling as she continued her piercing eye contact.
Lena stepped back from Kara, who was now full on squirming, to admire her girlfriend. Kara stood there, thighs pressed tightly together and a cute-nervous expression on her face as her gaze went back down to her boots. Lena bit her lip looking at Supergirl in such an embarrassing situation, her girlfriend in such an embarrassing situation. She stepped back closer to the squirming Kara, just crossing the threshold of being close enough to intimidate. Kara looked up at her, her usually perfect blonde hair slightly messy for once. It was the small details like that that did it for Lena.
Lena moved her head close to Kara's ear as Kara nervously bit her lip, looking over her shoulder.
"Get on your knees, Supergirl," Lena whispered mercilessly.
It was that easy for Kara, her knees became wobbly and she practically fell to them. She knew for weeks that this would happen, and that's partly why she tried to prolong it. But at this point, even Supergirl couldn't deny how much she wanted to submit for her girlfriend.
"Yes, mistress," Kara replied shyly, now on her knees.
Every millisecond that Lena's lips remained closed was torture for Kara. The curiosity, maybe slight fear, but mostly curiosity of what Lena might make her do next was absolutely killing her. She looked up to Lena, her wide eyes begging harder than she ever could.
"How badly do you need to piss, Supergirl?" Lena asked, her voice a mix of genuine curiosity and arrogance.
Kara bit her lip as she was still squeezing her thighs tightly together, the tight blue suit with red detailing hugging her thighs and calves. Almost like muscle memory and without noticing, Kara was now holding her crotch in front of Lena. She couldn't lie to her, for one: the answer was too obvious, and for two: she couldn't deal with a punishment.
"Badly, mistress," Kara replied, a shake in her voice as she looked away from Lena in shame.
"Stand up, Kara," Lena said in an empathetic tone, making Kara feel for the first time since she arrived that it was possible she might be getting to use the bathroom.
Kara quickly stood up, dusting off the knees of her suit, but the standing did horrors for her bladder as she quickly doubled over, desperately holding herself and wrapping her legs around each other. Lena studied her stance with a smile on her face.
"Stay still for five minutes and you can use my personal bathroom," Lena declared. "That means legs apart, no holding, in fact - do that pose that you like to do, where your hands are kind of on your sides, where you look like a real superhero? You know the one," Lena followed up.
For the first time all night, Kara protested, "Please, mistress, I... " Kara paused, saying the next part of the sentence very quietly, "I'll pee my pants."
Lena tried to keep back her smile from just hearing Kara admit she'd piss herself, "Would you rather I just order you to piss yourself on spot?" Lena retorted.
Kara's eyes widened, "No! Okay, I'll accept the five minutes, I can do the five minutes," she replied only semi-confidently.
Lena mockingly gave a little twirl of her finger as if to say 'begin' and Kara put her hands on her sides in her infamous superhero pose. Her foot stance widened and her body clenched tight. Lena moved back a few feet to watch her girlfriend imitate a mannequin. She pulled out her cellphone, bringing up a countdown from actually six minutes - just incase.
For Kara, this was what torture felt like. She felt like she could piss an entire ocean, and having to stand in this pose in front of her girlfriend almost made her rethink if she'd ever actually do it again. She could feel her bladder literally bursting at the seams, and Lena's intensive stare only made things a hundred times worse. She had successfully stayed dry with no leaks up until this point, but she was only barely a minute in - and she could feel it coming.
Opposite of Kara, Lena stood quite casually. She could see in the fake confident expression Kara was wearing that Kara was going to lose it. She could really read her like a book, it was one of Lena's many talents. Lena knew her stare made Kara nervous, and when Kara got nervous, whether she'd admit it or not, her bladder would fill - so Lena decided she wouldn't break eye contact with Kara for more than a few seconds at a time, but Kara looked so amazing in her suit that it became hard to focus. Lena's eyes drifted down from her face to her chest, the giant "S" logo looked so regal, and the gold belt only complimented that.
Lena's eyes drifted further down Kara's body to her hips as she imagined everything she wanted to do to Kara when they wrapped this - but suddenly a distraction. Something caught her eye... a wet spot. Kara gasped, trying not to move her body as a wet spot began to form on the front of her suit. The material glistened with piss as the wetness traveled halfway down her thigh. Kara's expression had now changed from fake confident to full on panic mode.
'I just peed my fucking pants in front of Lena,' was the only thought running through her head as she struggled to keep the rest in. She wasn't even taking in her surroundings anymore, her entire focus became holding in the rest of her piss for the next three or so minutes. Her distraction completely allowed her to miss Lena coming up to her until Lena was directly in her face. Kara's nerves set in as her body tensed up harder, still remaining still.
Lena cupped Kara's wet crotch with her hand as she moved her lips to Kara's, softly kissing her girlfriend. The kiss nearly broke Kara, and she couldn't help but leak just a bit. Lena felt the warmth and wetness of Kara's crotch just barely expand. Kara whimpered under the soft kissing with Lena, knowing she was losing it again - but Lena didn't care. Lena wanted Kara Danvers to pee her pants. Lena was making Kara Danvers pee her pants. And now, Kara Danvers was desperately leaking in her suit.
Lena knew all it would take was two words to make Kara lose it. It was just her natural 'good girl' demeanor. Even with a two minutes remaining on her countdown, Lena still decided to cheat. With barely a lick of hesitation, for the final time Lena put her mouth close to Kara's ear.
"Piss your pants," Lena whispered, even more mercilessly. But for Kara, once again that's all it took. Hot warmth spread across Lena's hand and engulfed it as Kara relaxed her bladder. She felt it travel down her thighs, around her knees, to her shins and pool around her heels in her boots. Kara practically peed forever.
The relief was orgasmic for Kara, her head rolled back and her eyes closed as a soft smile formed from her lips contrasting her glowing red cheeks. The warmth felt amazing, the relief felt amazing, and even the humiliation for her girlfriend... oddly felt amazing. Kara couldn't believe that her first submission started like this, and frankly neither could Lena, but it turned out to be a pretty great way to start.
Finally, after what felt like years of pissing but was actually nearly two minutes, Kara's bladder completely emptied. The entire bottom half of her suit was glistening wet and her boots had provided a piss catcher preventing any puddles. Kara lightly stepped back and quickly realized she had turned her boots to galoshes as she took squishy steps. Lena could only laugh at that, but the rest turned her on. She was going to treat Kara like she'd never been treated before, and she was going to do it now. |
The important deal was almost done, the only thing that was left was a visit at our last client to discuss a few things and have the contract signed. Me and my colleague Mike were on the commuter train as all company cars were already in use. The client was my contact, I was rather new in my position and a little nervous about the whole thing. We had been working so much on it, but still, there really shouldn´t be a problem when we got this far.
I had always found Mike a little arrogant, and we weren´t friends outside the office, but still he was an ok working partner, and we got along. We were chatting a bit on the train. I had been having a few beers last night and had been trying to hydrate well today, and think I did ok, but kept a big water bottle in the pocket of my jacket. Suddenly Mike pointed at my thigh… Oops, there was a patch there. If I had been a guy it actually would have looked like something more embarrassing than just a leaking water bottle. It still looked a bit weird, so we laughed about it, but I assumed it would have time to dry along the way. I drank what was left of the water so that I could waste the bottle, and didn´t have to carry it with me anymore.
I guess I had succeeded with the hydrating thing, because I started to feel the need for a bathroom. Still, those train facilities were always nasty, so I decided to hold it. I got a little bit distracted though, and less talkative, but told Mike that I was just focusing on the meeting.
We changed to the city bus, and I started to regret the decision to not go when I had the chance on the train. When the bus went over a bump I pressed my legs tight together and tried to sit still and not make it too obvious how I felt. The pressure in my bladder was now high and constant, and demanded my concentration. Every now and then there was a desperation wave coming, and I had a hard time breathing normally while focusing on holding it in. I started to worry about that walk to the client. I asked Mike if he thought it would be unprofessional if I would ask to use the bathroom as soon as we got there and he said “No, that´s only human”.
We got off the bus and started walking, and even if it felt good to be moving, the gravity and the cool air increased my desperation. Now Mike could clearly see it in my face, and I admitted that I really had to go.
“But you´ll make it I hope? I don´t know what other options we have since we´re running out of time”, he said.
“Yeah, of course” I said, and by then I wasn´t seriously worried. I had been more desperate than this before, and always been able to wait.
But it soon got worse. Walking away from the busy road by the bus stop and into the calmer suburban streets with the bigger, fancier houses, my bladder felt ready to explode, and I really couldn´t think about anything else than how great it would be to finally release. I even considered squatting behind some bushes, but there really weren´t any suitable spots for that. I said we´d better hurry up, and so we did, but a little too fast, because suddenly I felt something warm between my legs. It took me a moment to realise I had leaked a little bit. The bladder was getting to full to completely take the pressure from the fast walk. I asked Mike to slow down some, and to avoid any more leaks I concentrated on holding every time my feet hit the ground. Every now and then it was like my muscles started to slip a bit, causing a few drops of pee to wet my crotch again. Mike was a little bit ahead of me, so I quickly touched the fabric between my legs with my hand – still dry.
I started to worry. I was actually leaking. Very little, but I could clearly feel the wetness and it was just a matter of time before those small leaks would soak through my jeans. Thank god, we were almost there, I just had to endure. Mike pointed at the house on the hill in front of us, we would just have to climb some stairs to reach it. He could see my concerns, and to cheer me up he high fived me, “Now let´s go!” and I smiled back at him, trying not to show too much of my worries as I felt another spasm, that I just barely could resist.
We had arranged that we would stop and text the clients when we approached. Mike realised he had forgotten to send me a file I needed, so he wanted to do that too, so everything was ready. We stopped just next to the stairs, he picked up his phone. I realised standing still was bad for me, and was just about to ask if we couldn´t move on instead, when it happened.
My bladder contracted, and I had a severe leak. I squeezed all I could and tried to stop it but it was like my muscles were all numb after their struggle to contain the full bladder during our walk. The stream got stronger instead of slowing down. I just helplessly felt the warm pee starting to pour down my legs and I couldn´t do anything about it.
“Shit, I can´t hold it” I mumble-whispered.
“Huh?” said Mike, standing next to me looking up from his phone.
“I piss my pants”, I said with a quiet but panicked voice, and by then it was obvious. It filled my underwear and jeans and soaked right through them, rivers streamed directly from between my legs onto the asphalt, it ran out of my legholes, and it started filling my shoes.
“But what the fuck!” Mike now saw what was going on, and quickly backed away from me, while I just stood there and kept wetting myself, not even trying to stop it anymore, just looking down at my jeans, now dark blue almost all way around. The growing puddle under my feet started to run downhill along the walking path.
And everything stopped. This just couldn’t happen. I was standing here emptying a full bladder into my pants in front of my colleague. With an appointment that was supposed to be starting just now.
When I had finished peeing, still dripping slowly from my pants, Mike broke the silence.
“Ok, well this aint working, do you have any spare pants or something?” I shook my head, and he sighed deeply.
“Alright, what do we do then? We should be there in a couple of minutes, but you can´t go in there like that, you realise that right? How the hell could you let this happen? What do we do?” Mike was frustrated and stressed. I was mortified.
“Call Anthony” I mumbled. “Ask if we can make an exception, and you can sign this on your own” Not that I knew how we could do that, because we had strict rules, but it was my only suggestion.
Standing there all soaked with my head facing the ground, feeling the wetness around my legs starting to get cold, I listened to the phone call.
“Yeah, I´m sorry but we´re in big trouble here, we can´t go there right now. Is it possible to do something…. Ehm... Well… Annie… kind of had an accident. No, she´s wet herself… No of course i´m not joking, why the hell should I joke about something like that?...No it´s impossible, she can´t do that, I mean, she´s standing in a puddle here totally soaked, wet patches all over her jeans….. can we like… Ok… Alright “.
For some reason I had taken for granted that he would make up some other excuse, illness or whatever, instead of telling our boss exactly what had happened. To hear him saying it out loud like that made me want to just vanish, erase this moment from my life. I could also hear from his tone that no easy solutions were at hand. He hung up and told me the only thing we could do would be to call the clients to see if we could have it delayed. He asked me to do it.
I picked up my phone but was just stupidly staring at it. I was all blank in my head and it was like I had lost all abilities to act. Mike sighed deeply again.
“I don’t think this is a task for me but…” he groaned, and made the call. Changing to his most friendly voice, he asked the clients for a delay. But like we already knew they had a busy schedule, and if we wouldn´t be there just this minute they´d move on to another company. This was our only chance. And I´d screwed it. By peeing my pants.
“Sorry, I just gotta…” Mike turned his back against me and was breathing heavily. He was just as pissed off as my pants were pissed in, and could barely control his emotions.
“I´m so sorry, I don’t know what to say…” I said
“just… be quiet” he said. And we turned around and started walking back.
It was a walk of shame. The sweater I had taken off to tie around my waist didn´t cover up my accident at all. But right then I didn’t really care about others seeing my wet pants. Some probably did, but all that was rolling in my head was the embarrassing unreal moment I had just experienced, an incident that wasn´t supposed to happen. I wished that I could turn back time, make it undone. Not having to face an office on Monday where everyone knew about this…
I stumbled into my boyfriends place. He was welcoming me, ready to celebrate my good work and the start of the weekend, and was surprised when I didn´t respond in the same manner. I just shook my head, told him I screwed it up and was ready for a shower, while I peeled my dripping wet socks off my feet in the hallway and left them in my shoes. He didn´t understand at first, and I couldn´t bring myself to say it, but when i came out of the dark hallway he looked down at my pants and saw what had happened. I told him the whole story. He felt really sorry for me, but we agreed that this would at least turn into a funny story to tell some friends… in ten years or so. Maybe twenty. |
This one was thought of around the same time as my last one (Men Peeing on the Side of the Road) and I remember I was in some type of situation vaguely like this, although I can't remember the specifics other than I remember the bus arrived late and not everybody got to go to the bathroom again, which has happened to me more than once, as readers of my blogs will know. But I thought this one was a good contrast to the last story as this one shows that even a female tour guide wouldn't be any more sympathetic to women needing to go to the bathroom nor would the other female tourists. It also shows that when people vote on bathroom breaks democracy can really suck! Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/5085.html
The Desperate Tour
Jill looked at her watch, it had been over 3 1/2 hours since she had last used the bathroom and she was regretting the fact that she always carried bottles of water with her should she ever get thirsty. Unfortunately as the tour bus was traveling there was a huge accident that delayed things significantly. There were three tour buses in total and it seemed as though the other two tour buses managed to avoid the accident with the third bus trailing behind.
There was supposed to be a rest stop about two hours in but because of the traffic accident the bus driver said that to make up time they couldn't afford to stop another 15 minutes as there wasn't that much time to kill. They were already about a half hour behind schedule.
At the two-hour mark Jill wasn't desperate but now that it had been 3 1/2 hours she couldn't ignore her bladder any longer and she was wondering how much longer it would take for them to arrive at destination. Now that she had looked back at the entire journey she really realized that she could have really used that bathroom break an hour and a half earlier.
She also started to wish that she had been on one of the first two buses that happened to just be able to bypass the accident. They were a little bit ahead of the third bus which just happened to be unlucky enough to get behind the accident which took a half hour to clear.
The rest of the women in Jill's family had been on the second bus but as they were loading up on all the buses they ran out of room on the second bus, so Jill and the rest of the family had to get on bus number three, and now she never regretted more that strange twist of fate that had her in her current situation.
Jill was sitting in the back of the third bus near the window seat as her two cousins Kenny and Randall sat closer to the aisle.
"Are you okay Jill, you keep looking at your watch," Kenny said. "Don't worry I'm sure that we will catch up with the other buses soon."
"It's not that is just I could really use the bathroom right around now," Jill said tapping her foot impatiently.
Randall laughed. "This is because you drink so much water, you always have to go to the bathroom all the time."
"But we were supposed to have a bathroom break two hours in, I wasn't anticipating that we would have a traffic accident and the driver would just say screw the bathroom break and continue driving," Jill said as she continued tapping her feet.
"You don't have to shake the seat like that," Kenny said.
"I just wish we had been on the bus with everybody else in the family and we wouldn't be in this situation right now," Jill said as she checked her phone. "It looks like I just got a text message from cousin Jennifer. Apparently they just arrived at the destination already. Which means that right now they're probably on the way to the bathroom!"
Jennifer's text message asked how they were doing and Jill texted back that they should be there hopefully in the next half hour although the tour group would obviously wait for everyone to arrive before they started, even though they were on a fairly tight schedule. Jill also texted back I really need to pee to which Jennifer responded with LOL, like always. Big bathroom line here.
Jill adjusted herself in her seat. Hopefully by the time they arrived the bathroom line would have cleared out. That was one thing that made her relax a little bit, at least if the other two buses were there a half hour ahead of them when they arrived the bathroom should be clear for them.
As they approached their destination and Jill texted the family that they were almost there. Jennifer texted back that they were waiting for them to arrive and to meet them in the parking lot.
Finally the bus came to a stop and Jill could tell that all of the other women in the bus were also quick to get up from their seats.
"Come on go go go," Jill said as she pushed her cousins out into the aisle.
"Calm down Jill we all have to go to the bathroom," Kenny said as they slowly piled out into the aisle and got off the bus where they ran over to where the rest of the women of the family were waiting for them.
"Well you finally arrived," aunt Katherine said as she stood there with Jill's mother and aunts Patrice and Mary and cousin Jennifer. "Did you have a pleasant journey."
"I really really need a ladies room right now," Jill said as she bent at the knees a little bit.
"Do we even have time for that?" Aunt Patrice asked.
"We already went when we arrived earlier," aunt Mary said. "There was a big line of course. I don't know if we are going to have time for that."
"Easy for you to say, you already went to the bathroom, if there isn't time we're going to make time!" Jill said.
"This is why I always tell you not to drink so much," Jill's mother said as she sighed. "The bathroom is back over this way I think."
They got to the bathroom and as expected there was a big line and Jill could recognize several of the other women from the bus already in line for the bathroom.
"Oh Jesus," Jill said.
"I think it's even longer than it was before," Jennifer said as Jill stuck her tongue out at her.
"The tour is actually supposed to have started already," aunt Katherine said. "I don't see the tour guide here yet though so."
Jill was already waiting in line for the bathroom as Kenny and Randall went off into the men's room, which of course had no line whatsoever, and came out a few moments later.
"I wonder where the tour guide is," aunt Patrice said. "I guess that they are late as well."
"Hey is this everybody with the tour group," a woman said with a big smile as she came over. "I'm Candace and I am going to be your tour guide today. Is everybody here with the park tours?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Candace nodded. "Everybody who is part of the park tour please assemble over here right now."
Jill and several of the other women in line for the bathroom looked over at Candace and they looked at the line for the bathroom.
Candace laughed. "All of you stragglers in line for the bathroom please join up in line for the tour."
Jill raised her hand as she stood there in line with her legs crossed.
"Yes," Candace said. "Do you have a question about the tour?"
"Yeah I just I really have to go to the bathroom," Jill said smiling as several of the other women in the line in front of her nodded in agreement.
Candace looked at her watch. "I'm afraid that we have to begin the tour right away because there are other tour groups that are coming and we are already running a little bit late. Everyone was supposed to use the bathroom before the tour began."
"But the bus arrived a half hour late, we just got here a few minutes ago," Jill said as several of the other woman in the line in front of her nodded in agreement. Jill smiled at Candace figuring that a woman like her probably understood the situation because she could see Candace nodding.
Then Candace blew a whistle. "All you ladies in line for the restroom who are part of the tour please join the tour group right now."
Jill frowned. "But we didn't get to use the bathroom yet."
Several of the other women looks rather anxious as Candace stood there with her whistle shaking her head. "I'm sorry ladies but the rules are very strict, everyone was supposed to use the bathroom before the tour began and we can't afford to wait for everybody."
"But the bus was late and I drank a lot of water!" Jill shouted as now the rest of her family members were sort of looking at her like she was making a scene.
Candace nodded and smiled looking like she understood.
"So you understand I hope," Jill said smiling.
Candace nodded. "Yes I do, I understand that the bus was late, and I'm sorry about that, but it's just not my fault. Now we have a tight schedule to adhere to so I suggest that we all get moving right away. Come on ladies, hustle hustle!"
Jill frowned as she saw the other women begrudgingly get off of the line for the bathroom, most of them looking rather annoyed.
Jill raised her hand and Candace pointed to her. "Are we going to get to another bathroom sometime soon?"
Candace looked at her watch. "Well I know the sooner that we start the tour the sooner that the tour will come to an end and there should be bathrooms along the way."
"Oh come on Jill, I'm sure there will be a bathroom later," Jill's mother said as she waved her over and they started walking around in the tour group.
As Jill started walking with the group she could see that a lot of the other women were walking uneasily and that a couple of them stopped and were crossing their legs.
"A lot of these plants in this garden were planted over 100 years ago," Candace said as she pointed to a lot of the trees. "These cherry blossoms were a gift from Japan."
As she pointed to the cherry blossoms all of the sudden sprinklers started going off watering the lawn around them as several of the women sort of stared with looks of horror, and Jill could see a few of them crossing and uncrossing their legs, much as she noticed she was doing as she raised her hand.
"Yes," Candace said as she looked at Jill with a stern look which caused Jill to put her hand down.
"Never mind," Jill said as she realized that asking for a bathroom break at that moment was going to be met with a very firm we have to stay on schedule.
The tour continued as they walked through a maze of hedges. As they did so she could see a couple of the women sort of jogging in place in front of her and looking around for a bathroom, but Jill did not see any bathrooms in the hedge maze, not that she ever expected to.
"Christ when we going to get to a freaking bathroom," one of the women in front of Jill said as she tapped her foot in annoyance. It was a large woman and Jill couldn't help but think that she had probably had a whole bunch to eat and likely drink as well.
"I know they couldn't even let us use the bathroom before we started the tour," Jill said.
The woman nodded. "Ridiculous, I mean the bus was late, that's not our fault."
"Well I mean it's not like they could help it, it's not her fault that the buses were late," the man next to her said. "Maybe if you didn't drink so much you wouldn't have to go to the bathroom all the time Brenda."
"Well it's easy for you to say Jack, you got to go to the bathroom when we arrived," Brenda said.
Jack shook his head. "So are you going to penalize me because I was able to use the bathroom more quickly? There was no line at the men's room so I went, there was a big line at the ladies room, it's just not realistic to hold up the tour group for like 30 or 40 minutes just so everybody can go to the bathroom."
Jill and Brenda sort of exchanged looks and rolled their eyes at Jack, both basically saying this guy totally doesn't get it.
Jill stuck close to Brenda during the rest of the tour of the hedge maze as Jill caught up with her family.
"Are you enjoying the tour," aunt Patrice said.
"I still have to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she sort of bent at the knees and shifted in place.
Aunt Patrice shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry there's nothing I can do about it, just try not to think about it."
Jill looked at cousin Jennifer standing there guzzling down her bottle of water before smiling in Jill's direction causing Jill to look away.
Jill tried not to think about it but as the half hour tour of the hedge maze continued she found the weight in her bladder growing by the moment and it was very hard for her to concentrate on what was going on or what the tour guide was saying.
Jill continued to hang around with Brenda and she couldn't help but notice that Brenda was sort of trying to grab herself when she thought nobody was looking and putting all of her considerable weight on her heels when the group was stationary.
"Don't worry I am sure that this part of the tour will be over soon," another girl about Jill's age said as she came over to them as she looked at her watch and frowned. "I'm Becky by the way."
"I'm Jill," Jill said as she shook Becky's hand before Brenda did likewise. "I haven't gone in like 4 1/2 hours now."
"Good God, are you ladies still complaining about the damn bathroom," Jack said that the three of them said nothing and continued walking.
As the tour continued for another 15 minutes Jill was finding it hard to continue walking and found herself stopping every few moments to cross and uncross her legs as Brenda and Becky did likewise.
Finally they cleared out of the hedge maze into what looked like another garden full of all sorts of topiary, bushes that were made to look like elephants and horses and unicorns.
"Does anybody have any questions?" Candace said as she looked over the group still smiling politely.
"What are we going to get to a freaking bathroom!" Brenda said as several people in the group laughed but several other women started speaking up with lots of yeahs.
Jill could see that there were at least 15 or 20 other women in the tour group who were looking decidedly uncomfortable.
Candace looked at her watch. "Don't worry we will get to a bathroom when we get to one."
"That's what you said 45 minutes ago and I have had two large diet cokes on the bus ride," Brenda said.
Candace nodded and smiled. "I realize that a lot of you do need to use the restroom, but don't worry the sooner we get through this tour the sooner we will find a bathroom. I'm just asking everybody to be really patient and to try and enjoy yourselves."
Several of the women that Jill noticed from the bus were all shaking their heads, crossing their arms, tapping their feet and making all sorts of exasperated groans and other sounds of annoyance.
Jennifer looked over at Jill and the other women who were looking decidedly uncomfortable and she sort of smiled before she raised her hand.
"Yes," Candace said as she pointed at Jennifer.
"All of this topiary is really lovely, but do you think maybe we could just take a couple of minutes and use it as a photo opportunity," Jennifer said smiling as several women in the front started nodding.
Aunt Mary smiled. "Hey you that's a good idea, my daughter always thinks of great ideas like that."
Candace looked at her watch. "Well we really are on a very tight schedule and every little stop like that makes a difference. If you want to stop to take pictures with the topiary I'm afraid that we are going to have to make up for it by skipping our break."
"Did you say skipping the break," Jill said as she looked at Brenda. "By skipping the break do they mean that they are skipping the bathroom break?"
Candace shook her head and looked at her watch again. "Well in the spirit of democracy I say that we put it to a vote. If we are going to stop for maybe let's say 15 minutes to take pictures, that means we will have to forgo our first break. So the way I see it there are about 80 people in this group, so how many vote that we should take our break now so that you can all take pictures."
Jill could see that a majority of hands started going up, in fact most of the hands except for the women that she noticed from the bus who didn't get to use the bathroom were raised high.
Candace started pointing and counting before shaking her head. "Well it's obvious that a majority of you think that we should take a picture break, so everybody we will take a 15 minute break now so that everybody can pose for pictures. But this is very important, nobody should leave the premises to wander off elsewhere."
"We have to go to the damn bathroom!" Brenda shouted as several of the other women who didn't get to go to the bathroom started speaking up in anger.
Candace nodded and smiled. "Don't worry we will get to a break eventually, but the majority rules, and the majority of people want to stop now to take some pictures, so everybody ready to get moving in the next 15 minutes."
"Come on Jill let's take some pictures," Jill's mom said as Jill went off with her family and posed for a lot of pictures.
"Stop fidgeting Jill," aunt Katherine said.
"Yeah Jill you look kind of like you have ants in your pants or something," Jennifer said as Jill shot her an angry glance.
"I hope you are really enjoying these pictures," Jill said as she forced a smile and stood still and posed for some pictures.
Finally Candace blew her whistle. "Okay everybody back on the tour."
"Look I'm sorry I don't want to protest but a lot of us haven't gone to the bathroom in five hours and this is just getting ridiculous now," Brenda said as several of the other woman started shouting in agitation.
Candace tried smiling but as she looked at all of the angry faces of women with their arms crossed and their feet tapping she could see that things were getting ugly. Candace looked at her watch again and nodded. "You know I think in another 15 minutes we will be coming up to a rest area, so if you can all just hold on a little bit longer."
Several of the women started moaning and complaining but eventually they just started walking along with the tour group again.
Finally 20 minutes later, not 15 but 20 minutes later, at the 5 1/2 hour mark Candace brought them over to the rest area.
"Okay everybody now we can only take 15 minutes at the absolute most, so you have 15 minutes now to use the bathroom but that's it, I'm sorry but we cannot afford a single minute more. At 15 minutes I am going to blow my whistle and anyone who is not back on the tour I'm afraid that you're just out of luck."
All of the women began piling towards the bathrooms and Jill couldn't help but notice that Jennifer got in front of her in line.
"Oh come on you already got to go to the bathroom," Jill said.
"Yeah but that was nearly 2 hours ago now and I've been drinking a lot," Jennifer said.
Jill gritted her teeth. "Just please try to hurry up."
The woman piled rapidly into the bathroom as Jill continued looking at her watch. She couldn't help but notice that a couple of the women who had not been in line for the bathroom when they first arrived when the bus was late were already going for a second time.
Jill could see Brenda and Becky got to use the bathroom and came out with big smiles on their faces.
"Wow that felt better," Brenda said as she patted Jill on the shoulder. "It looks like it's almost your turn."
Jennifer smiled as she got into the stall in front of Jill. As Jill listened to the sound of Jennifer peeing loudly she was ready to scream and she began pounding on the stall. "Hurry up in there, other people have to go!"
"Okay everybody out of the bathroom, hustle hustle," Candace said as she ran into the ladies room.
"But not everybody got to go yet!" Jill shouted.
"I'm sorry but we can't afford to wait any longer," Candace said as Jill walked sheepishly out of the bathroom barely able to stand up straight.
Jill came out of the bathroom where she saw Brenda and Becky waiting with big smiles on their faces with a big frown on her face.
Candace looked at the tour group, most of the other women who were late to arrive were looking much happier.
"Well I hope that everybody is feeling better now," Candace said as she looked at her watch. "But I'm afraid that we're not going to have time for another break if we are going to make up lost time. If we want to see everything we are going to have to keep going. But we have a choice. We have another hour left of the tour before we have to get back on the buses. Now I think we have about 45 minutes left to try and see everything, but I do want to put it to a vote. Now we can take the scenic route and still get to see everything, or we could break 15 minutes early so that everyone has time to stretch before they get on the bus. So what does everybody want to vote for? Should we take the scenic route or should we arrange for a brief time to stretch our legs before we get back on the bus?"
This time almost every single hand went up for the scenic route such that Jill didn't even bother putting up her hand as she walked over to Becky and Brenda.
"Isn't it great Jill," Brenda said as she put her arm around Jill with a big smile as she started taking a drink from her bottle of Coke.
"Spectacular," Jill said as she saw Brenda and Becky breezily walking up and catching up with the rest of the group. Jill simply shook her head, took her bottle of water, emptied it on the floor and then very slowly, stopping every few paces to cross her legs, rejoined the tour group.
I do think that maybe the fact that I'm not getting to pee at my job might have influenced my last couple of stories that and without the protagonist getting to go to the bathroom at all. Just a thought. |
- Hey! I know you are not supposed to let us, but still, I was wondering, could I please use the bathroom for a moment? - I pleaded.
- I am terribly sorry, but I am afraid you will have to wait for the seat belt sign to turn off. As you said, we are not supposed to let you. - The stewardess replied.
- Sure, no problem! I'll just wait then
I hadn't been very concerned with the situation before, but being forced to ask for permission to pee, and being denied, set something off in me.
- How bad is it? - My boyfriend Steve asked.
- Oh it's nothing, I just thought it would be nice to go while there is no line, you know
- I'm sorry we had to hurry to the boarding gate, I really should have paid more attention to the time!
- Don't blame yourself! It's my fault as much as yours, and I don't even have to go that bad.
- You know you can always tell me when you need to go, right?
- Of course! I just didn't have to go at the time
I was very sorry indeed that I didn't use the bathroom at the airport, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference. My real mistake was drinking over two liters of water right before boarding, hoping I'd be able to pee in the plane.
I am not exactly incontinent, but I have polyuria, which means my body produces too much urine. My case is mild enough that my doctor decided not to prescribe any medication for it. The only treatment I need, he said, was to drink more water, to prevent dehydration. He said the only side-effect would be having to make more trips to the bathroom.
It also had the side effect of almost making me wet myself in public from time to time, but although there have been times when I was in agony for hours, I've always somehow managed to make it to a bathroom. The last I didn't make it was in middle school, and it was one of the worst experiences in my life.
My doctor even gave me some advice on how to hold pee: sit still, spread your legs a little, unbuckle your belt, and try to distract yourself. Listen to music, read a book, do some meditation, anything to get your mind off the subject of peeing.
But NOT thinking about any topic is easier said than done, and especially when it comes to pee.
I badly wanted to grab my crotch, and nervously fidgeted with my hands, as if they were going to do it against my will. I opened the bag with my blanket, pulled it over my crotch, unzipped my pants, and started squeezing my peehole through my panties, thinking the blanket would hide it. To be extra sure, I took one shoe off and sat on my heel. This made it easier, but I still felt like I was going to explode.
- You know can tell me if something is bothering you, right?
- It's nothing, I just have to pee a little bit, so I'll try to distract myself.
- Do you want to talk a little bit?
- Thanks, but I think I'll look for something to watch.
I didn't even try to watch anything, because I was past the point of being able to concentrate. Listening to music helped a bit, but it was not enough.
Just as I was beginning to feel better, came a crushing wave of desperation. My other hand shot to my crotch, awkwardly trying not to let on that I was panicking, and failed to hold back a quiet whimper. I was visibly shaking.
- It's not actually a crime to go to the bathroom when the light is on, you know. If it's that bad, I think you should just go.
Thinking about it made me more desperate, and I crossed my legs.
- But the attendant just told me that I couldn't! Why would she let me go this time?
- She probably won't, but if you get there before anyone stops you, there is nothing they can do about it.
The plane rocked, and even sitting down, it was a miracle that I didn't completely pee myself. I crossed my legs again.
- You could just wait for the light to turn off, it probably won't be long, but I just hate seeing you like this.
- What do you mean 'like this'? - With my face bright red and covered in sweat, my torso rocking back and forth, and my legs always moving, I still held some hope that my situation wasn't obvious.
- You look like you're in so much pain.
I blushed even brighter, and had to concede.
- You're right, I'll see if I can make it.
I tried to put my shoe back on, and the moment I leaned over, and felt my bursting bladder being crushed, I gave up. Instead, I just used my bare foot to remove the other shoe. I lifted my cover, and when I remembered my fly was open, put it back on. Squeezing my crotch, I tried to close it, but my distended bladder wouldn't let me even come close. The waist in my pants would have to be five inches wider. I gave up again and decided to just try to hide it with my shirt.
I lifted the blanket again, and gasped at what had become of my bladder. I didn't know it was possible for a bladder to bulge out like that. I looked pregnant. I caressed it, almost proud that my body was able to hold such a ludicrous amount of urine, but the lightest touch felt like a crushing weight. It was rock-hard, and looked like it couldn't hold even one more drop.
Then I started the process of standing up. Not even halfway up, I started shaking with desperation, and spurted into my panties for the first time in years.
- I can't do it!
He took my hand, and with the other one he lightly pushed my back.
- Yes you can! Come on.
I finally stood up, it somehow got even worse. I grabbed my crotch and tried to hunch over, but there wasn't enough room between the seats. I adjusted my shirt to cover my fly one last time and set out on the journey to pee.
"don't pee don't pee don't pee" I repeated to myself.
I hobbled to the bathroom as fast as a desperate woman could, with my knees glued together, and my fists clenched, trying to resist the temptation to grab my crotch. When I saw the door for that blessed toilet, I almost started peeing from the anticipation. I tried with all of my willpower not to think of the desperate PEE I was about to take, and
- Miss, I will have to ask you to return to your seat.
I pretended I didn't hear that, because I refused to believe it. There is no way I can be this unlucky. It felt like the end of the world.
- Miss! Are you listening? - The stewardess barked, as she blocked my way to the bathroom.
- Please, I just need to pee...
- You are not allowed to stand up during...
- Please please PLEASE you don't understand I really need to pee I am about to pee my pants if I don't get to a bathroom please...
The plane rocked, and I had by far the worst leak yet. With one hand, I grabbed the wall, and with the other I held my crotch, which was noticeably warm and wet. A few drops fell to the ground. I heard the word "pee" from the passengers behind me, glanced at them, and think I saw a group of people laughing at me. I am not sure, because I couldn't bear to look at them. I was straining to hold back tears. With my hand still on my crotch, and hopping from foot to foot I whispered
I can't hold it a second longer I'm going to
You almost hurt yourself now! Go back to your seat and I...
At this point tears started running down my face.
PLEASE!
You will be arrested upon landing if you...
I felt so humiliated from crying in front of her that I gave up and went back to my seat, before she finished the sentence. With my remaining hand, I wiped some of my tears away, looking down in order not to see if anyone else was laughing. I didn't even think about removing my hand from my crotch.
Before I even sat down, he asked
- What happened?
- I am going to pee my pants! - I whimpered between my sobs.
- It's ok! If...
- It's not ok! Everyone is going to laugh at me!"
- Even if anyone does, you have nothing to be embarrassed of! You held it as long as you could, but everyone, no matter how strong, has a limit!
- Aren't you going to be embarrassed of being next to me?
- Of course not, I just don't want you to suffer anymore! Just think how much better you will feel...
It was the only thing I could think about. About all of the tension leaving my body as I relieved myself, about the strangely comfortable warm wetness, about finally being able to relax.
I would feel so fucking good to just PEE
In my defense, I resisted the idea for a good ten seconds, and finally decided to pee "a little bit to relieve the pressure". My crotch was already visibly wet, and little more pee wouldn't hurt, as I thought.
The moment I let go was one of the best sensations I'd ever felt. I had forgotten what it was like NOT to be desperate, and it was even better than I remembered. Muscles that I didn't even realize were tensed up were able to relax for the first time since the nightmare began. I realized I had been panting, and could finally take a deep breath.
"It couldn't hurt to pee for another two seconds...” I thought.
I threw my head back and my eyes rolled over as I stopped caring about the embarrassment. I was even getting used to the feeling of warm wetness, which felt utterly humiliating just a couple seconds ago. I should have done this before!
"Fuck this feels so GOOD"
About five seconds in, I realized I wasn't going to stop peeing any time soon, and let it all out at full force. It started making a slight hissing sound, which, by that point, didn't disturb me. I looked down at the mess, and my pee was pooling between my legs so fast that it was about to overflow and fall on the ground. I spread my legs, giving more room for the little pool, and covered the whole seat. The shallower parts of the pool were absorbed, but it was still growing with my torrent of pee.
This awakened feelings I hadn't thought about in decades. The idea that wetting myself could feel kind of nice was surreal, but somehow oddly familiar at the same time. It was like dipping into a warm bath after a long and exhausting day at work.
Then the plane rocked, sending my pee flying through the air. Most landed back on me, wetting the front of my pants, and some of my shirt. Some landed on Steve's thigh, and although he pretended not to notice, I started begging for forgiveness.
- Oh God I'm so sorry I can’t believe it I’m so disgusting
- It’s ok honey
I began to slip back to reality, and remember it was considered a little weird to piss your pants in public and get off on it. What was I thinking? Did I really just forget my potty training?
I felt disgusting. Not only because I was soaked with my urine, but because there was something deeply wrong with me. Why was I enjoying it, even as I thought about how disgusting it was? Was I *really* enjoying it, or did my brain trick me into believing I was, so my bladder wouldn't explode? Would it even matter? It was probably a weird physiological thing. When I finally stopped peeing, I thought, this confusion would lift, and I would be horrified at what just happened.
When my bladder was about halfway full, my puddle of pee was so wide it was almost spilling over. I spread my legs even more, and as my stream began to taper off, the lake began to recede. I was relieved the experience was ending, but on some level disappointed. On some level I thought it’d be funny if it spilled, but the rational part of my brain was outraged that I even considered that.
With my bladder no longer bursting, I was a different person. The pleasure disappeared, and I felt ashamed. I tried to remember if I knew anyone who'd had a humiliating accident like mine, and I couldn't. For everyone else, peeing is a simple matter: you feel an urge and hold it until an appropriate time. You just hold it. It's not supposed to be a difficult. But not for me, of course not. For me, holding it is a struggle for dear life. Time and time again, I find myself pee dancing like a baby, letting everyone see how pathetic I am, and now the worst case scenario just happened. I peed my pants. The whole plane must reek of urine by now. My white pants are so drenched they are transparent. When I get up, everyone will see the unmistakable wet patch of a pee accident.
He awkwardly tried to break the glass:
- You really had to go, right?”
- I am not finished.
- Ok, uhh, take your time"
There was no puddle anymore, and the stream had slowed down to a trickle, but I was still peeing, after God knows how long. The seat was almost completely soaked, and parts of my pants were beginning to feel cold. I knew I would miss the warmth. Tears began to well up again, and I had no strength to hold them back. Why would I be embarrassed of crying, right after completely wetting myself?
I couldn’t help thinking about the time this happened in middle school. The entire class made fun of me for years. My "friends" were embarrassed of being seen with me. My brother continues to "tease" me for it even today, and if I tell him how much it hurts, I'll look even more pathetic. And that's because I was a child. Now I was a grown adult. I started sobbing loudly. Steve tried to lay his hand on my shoulder, and I moved away.
- I'm so sorry this ...
- I am so disgusting!
- You are not. This could happen to anyone, and it doesn't make you any less worthy.
- But this is so embarrassing!
- Why is it?
- What do you mean? Because it's something babies do, because you're supposed to hold it as long as you need!?
- No one can hold "as long as they need". Everyone has a limit, and past that point, you lose control of your bladder.
- But I could've held it longer, if I wasn't so lazy! I wanted to pee so bad that I just stopped holding for a moment, but I couldn’t stop.
- Don't talk about yourself like that! If this happened to a friend of yours, would you insult them, or would you try make them feel better?
- I'd be nice, I guess...
- What if I told you that you already have a friend who had an accident like yours?
- Seriously? How old were you?
- 21
- Oh God!
- Yeah, I was on a bus, going back home after work. I already had to pee when I got on, and then it got stuck on a traffic jam. When I realized I wasn't going to make it, I got off on the next stop and peed my pants almost immediately. So what? Are you going to breakup with me now that you know I'm a disgusting pants pisser?
- No!
- And I don’t even have an excuse like yours! Even if this happened every day, you would have no reason to be embarrassed. Those kids in middle school treated you like that because children are evil. In real life, it is no big deal.
- I am just dreading the moment when I have to stand up...
- Are your pants all wet, or just your thighs?
- Just my thighs.
- So why don't you tie my hoodie around your waist when we get up?
- Yes, that'd be great! And what if I spilled some juice on my lap to hide the smell?
- Yeah, sure! And what if we asked if they have another seat for you?
- Don't bother, it'll only be another hour, and besides, I don't want to ruin another seat.
- Are you going to be comfortable?
- I think I'll be fine!
Edited February 19, 2021 by omojoe
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Hello everyone, sorry it took so long, and sorry if there are any errors. The last week has been crazy, and writing has been pretty difficult for me. Anyways, here is my second story in my series on Hololive, this time focusing on Hololive Gamers' Ookami Mio. Just so you guys know, there is no explicit vomiting in this story, but events where the character had vomited in the past are referenced. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, let me know if you have any Hololive character you want to see in a future story.
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Ookami Mio sat down in her chair, getting ready to set up her stream for the afternoon, staring at the item in her hands with dread. She generally didn’t like punishment streams to begin with, but she could usually bear it, whatever it was. This stream, however, would prove to be once again an embarrassment for her. She sent the item down on the table and read the contents aloud.
“Shin Black Noodles…”
She shivered as she set the contents down on her desk. She had never been good with anything remotely spicy. Any time she tried, her body would instantly respond by forcing her body to bring up everything in it. Several of these incidents were even captured on stream, leading to the coining of the nickname “Barfing Wolf”, a bastardization of her self-given nickname “Fucking Cute Wolf”.
“Why’d I agree to do such a dumb punishment?” She cursed herself for even bringing up the idea of a punishment stream to her chat. She knew what they were going to say, but let it happen nonetheless. But in the end, she acknowledged it was her own fault. She was the one who couldn’t beat Getting Over It in less than an hour. She saw all the other members do it just fine, but she let that false sense of security get the best of her.
The motherly wolf-girl had started her stream, showing a “Beginning Soon” splash screen with her opening BGM playing in it. After composing herself, she told herself, “You can do this! You won’t throw up this time!” Changing views to her webcam, Mio started off with her usual greeting.
“Good afternoon, everyone! Konbanmio~~~n!” She took a brief pause before continuing. “Today, we’re going to be doing my punishment stream,” she said, trying to look as enthused as one possibly could. The black-haired wolf looked at the chat, and in return received the exact comments she was expecting.
[Barfing Wolf incoming wwwww]
[Don’t throw up Mio 草]
[怖い～～～よ]
Sometimes she wondered if they actually wanted her to puke. Shaking off her thoughts, she began to pour the hot water she had set aside into the noodles to let them cook. As they started heating, Mio couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, or rather pressure, on her stomach. “I’m letting this get to me way more than I should,” she thought to herself.
As the noodles absorbed the hot water they were steeped in, Mio’s room in turn became more aromatic with the smells of the spices which would soon ruin her day, was well as something else. The ramen was finally ready to eat, as was Mio ready to eat it. As ready as she could be, at least. She looked at her webcam and smiled, saying, “Well, looks like it’s ready. Here goes nothing…”
Slowly, she took the noodles between her chopsticks and brought them to her lips. As she took the first bite, she braced her body for the worst, constantly repeating the words “Keep it in” in her head. After swallowing, she gave her stomach a moment to let things settle. It didn’t hurt her or her trigger her gag reflex. In that moment, she let her guard down as she started to feel comfortable with eating the spicy noodles.
She hastily took a second bite, feeling more determined than before. As she started eating, she also started to boast, “See guys! This isn’t so ba- ugh!” As if right on cue, the spice hit her all at once. Mio felt herself stand up and bend over involuntarily. She felt an urge that was all too familiar coming from up from her stomach.
“No. I’m not going to vomit. Not this time.” The wolf-girl struggled with her own body, ignorant of anything else going on around her, and soon enough, she had won. After giving herself a minute to let herself calm down, she sighed in relief. She did it. She managed to keep herself from vomiting on stream.
“Thank god. Everyone, I kept it in!” she exclaimed proudly to her chat, much to their weirdly placed disappointment. Having been proud of herself, Mio proceeded to sit back down in her chair, only to be met with a feeling she’d never experienced before: a very warm, mushy sensation spreading against her butt. Her eyes shot open. “No way…,” she thought to herself, slowly reaching a hand behind her as to not alert her chat to what she had just done. Her hand had met the material of her panties. With a soft press against the material, she confirmed her worst fears.
“I pooped in my panties.”
A simple thought, but nonetheless an embarrassing one. In that moment, Mio panicked to herself. “What am I going to do?” she thought to herself. On one hand, she couldn’t end the stream out of nowhere, as it would raise too much suspicion. On the other, she couldn’t bear sitting in the mess she’d made for another moment. In the midst of her panic, she found a solution. Or at the very least, an excuse. It took all she had not to start bawling her eyes out as looked at the webcam.
“Sorry guys, but I think the noodles started making my stomach hurt a lot. Can you forgive me if I cut the stream early?” To her credit, she wasn’t entirely lying. She had put on her best cute expression and hoped chat would be sympathetic towards her.
[It’s okay, Mio-mama. Feel better!]
[You ganbattried your best!]
“Good, they bought it,” she thought to herself as she sighed. After saying her goodbyes and ending her stream, she got up and felt another pang in her gut. This time, she surrendered to the feeling, letting the rest of the contents of her bowels evacuate into the awaiting cotton undergarment. She cursed under her breath, saying “If messing myself is the alternative, I’d rather vomit all day.”
Once her stomach was completely calmed, Mio wasted no time getting to the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting her clothes off. As she took off her black underwear, she scrunched her face at the sight of the her messy behind, grossed out beyond belief as she noted that some of it even got on her tail.
“Well, I guess I’m glad I decided to wear panties today.”
After a long and thorough shower, Mio dried and clothed herself. Returning to her desk, she was quick to throw out the now cold ramen and do some various other cleaning. Once she finished, she situated herself back in her chair, checking the comments on the VOD of the stream. She was hoping to see something encouraging or at the very least see that her fans drew happiness from her suffering. Her hopes, however, died the moment she read the top comment, which left her both scared and confused at the same time.
[Crapping Wolf lol] |
Here's a story I actually published! It never got too much traction, but considering how new I am at all this that's okay! I hope you guys like it, I'll be posting a new part every day until we get to the finale!
I'd known the day would be difficult even before realizing I had forgotten my panties at home, though that was more embarrassing than an obstacle to my plans, but I never could have expected any additional trouble to come from a very sudden and inconvenient need for a toilet.
As it was now, I was bordering on desperate but focused on finishing up one last little detail. I tried to keep my face from pinching with discomfort as I stretched my small upper body to reach the imperfectly centered vase, the edge of the wood pushing right into my bladder to compress it and make its fullness very hard to ignore, but I persevered and started fixing the minor flaw. Somehow not having underwear made the displeasure even worse. My plump, bare behind and uncovered pussy lips were squeezed tight by my knee length skirt, the fabric of which felt nothing like soothing cotton panties and instead rubbed against the tender area to create persistent friction every time I bent over. Fortunately the flowers spread beautifully in their now realigned glass vase with only a small tweak, allowing me to draw back and remove the pressure before it became too much. It took everything for me to keep from sighing in relief at my bladder’s soothing return to a less strained position.
"So much work, all to practice for a meeting we could have accomplished in an email..."
My boss Vivienne sounded quite sarcastic despite the genuine validity to her statement. Watching her rearrange chairs that had long since been set up without error, I agreed with her sentiment in full. A week had passed since we’d been tasked with giving an “important presentation” that we both had developed diligently, only to find out this very morning the whole thing was a pre-prepared congratulatory slideshow, and that the real meeting wasn't even happening until tomorrow. The email informing us of this had also not so politely explained that we were supposed to get the room set up today, and given us very specific guidelines by which to do so, all while we were still dressed up for the directors who wouldn't be arriving. Someone had obviously messed up the chain of communication big time and was just trying to cover themselves for as long as possible... As little fun as I was having now, at least I had the comfort of knowing Vivienne would tear them a new one once she inevitably found them.
"I have to apologize again, Tina. You came in on a weekend, all fixed up, just to help me arrange furniture and read some stupid slides." She continued, making me pivot swiftly to face her when I saw her turn my way. It was impossible to be fully certain no one could tell I was going commando thanks to the tight skirt on my ample backside, and I had many reasons for not wanting Vivienne to so much as suspect my mistake, so I'd had to be quite careful to ensure my lack of panty lines remained undiscovered. I'd managed to stay diligent even though some part of me tingled from something other than a need to pee at the thought of her finding out...
My reassuring response became inarticulate fluff in my head as soon as my eyes met hers, the gratitude in the deep blue so intense I had to hope the heat rising in my cheeks as a reflexive response didn't come with a matching blush. All I was left able to do was reply somewhat tactfully in my shy and quiet voice that always got even softer speaking to her. "It's really no problem. They blindsided you by having the whole practice meeting and setup thing anyway, along with the stupid slideshow they're making you present."
Anxiety hastened my pulse when I feared a line had been crossed by dropping the "stupid" part, but a quick chuckle from her turned the panicked pounding into wispy flutters, and my head grew light again at the sight of her stress dissipating for just a moment of levity. It was a secret to everyone but myself that she reduced me to such a fool. The simple wonder of hearing her speak in my direction clouded out rational thought, but who could blame me for that? Vivienne was older but absolutely beautiful, and had aged so well most would never be able to guess her true age without lowballing it by at least a decade. There was only a touch of gray in her voluminous black hair, and her sculpted face was blessed by full lips and enchanting eyes with hardly a wrinkle to be seen on any of her flawless olive skin. Then there was her body; tall and curvaceous thanks to thick hips and a rack that most would have had to pay for, and a solid musculature that made her all the more commanding but no less graceful. My petite silhouette fit in just her shadow with room to spare. I'd felt ecstatic to work beside someone so captivating on this project, which had been all her and me when no one else volunteered, and being able to spend hours working in solitude together was excellent compensation for all our hard work even if others didn't appreciate it.
Leaving the chairs where they were and leaning against the table, she wordlessly made it clear it was time for a break, sighing as she took some of the weight off her long legs to relax. I was very tempted to slip out for a trip to the bathroom but decided against it. We'd worked together long enough for me to pick up on when she wanted to start chatting, and I never intended to miss out on hearing her quips and stories. Not to mention leaving might require an explanation my bathroom shy self simply couldn't be brought to say to anyone... Leaning back against a nearby wall to take pressure off my bladder and listen, I assured myself there'd be ample opportunity to sneak out and use the restroom before too long, which would save me the humiliation of having to tell my crush I needed a bathroom break.
"I almost can't wait to show you the slideshow in full. It's not just stupid, it's a total circlejerk for these assholes. We sealed a big merger and now they want a bulleted retelling of how much money they'll be making, and if that isn't obnoxious enough, they had the audacity to say it's "good policy" for us to get dressed up for a practice meeting no one else will be here for. How nice of them to tell us after we came in, huh?" She said, her words both true and wildly unprofessional for someone in her high-level position. Not that I was bothered. In fact, her refusal to play corporate games and her confidence to always speak her mind had played a large part in my falling for her.
"They're smart enough to know we wouldn't have bothered with looking our best if we weren’t required to. Which, I guess, makes them rude and manipulative, but maybe if they had to dress like this too they'd change their minds." I replied in reference to our equally spruced up looks, which looked quite lovely but had not proven ideal for the tasks we were actually doing. Even light cleaning was rough in business formal, after all. I'd also been quite frustrated to hear the effort for my ensemble would not only go to waste, but tomorrow I needed to redo it all for when the actual directors came in for the real deal. Everything about the situation. stunk because I had spent hours preparing myself for any kind of scrutiny, starting with lovingly curled lashes, blended amber eyeshadow, and a light but striking layer of red lipstick, which was far more than just my usual touch up. A soft fluffing of my blonde hair had also been in order, getting rid my flat locks and transforming them into poofy semi-curls that bounced during every step, a look I thought was professional and cute in perfect measure. All of my work, including the time perfecting and straightening my white silk blouse and form hugging skirt, would need to be entirely redone. Considering I'd been busy enough to forget my panties while getting it all ready this morning, hopefully a serious practice would at least help me to stay calm enough tomorrow to remember them. The cute little pink slip was probably sitting on my bed still, mocking me for my frenzy... How ironic was it, that I'd forgotten to put them on while panicking about forgetting something important? At least Vivienne got to see me looking my best…
"I'd love to see any of them accomplish half as much while dressed up like this." Vivienne said with amusement, stretching out a long leg to emphasize a beautiful red stiletto I would have never been able to walk in. A tingle starting deep down in my body blossomed forth to tickle very vulnerable parts of my anatomy at the sight. I'd been trying not to get distracted by her outfit, but these little gestures radiating sex appeal combined with the fact that she looked amazing made it very hard to avoid losing my focus on her. In my defense she always dressed like a woman who knew she was attractive and liked to weaponize it, and I was happy to be a victim. High heels so tall they made her tower over some men were always present, while the rest of her immaculate wardrobe was usually a toss up between a pantsuit or a skirt and blouse tailored to perfection. The high price tags on these pieces alone would have turned heads, but the way they were always fitted to her curvaceous body and beautifully color coordinated frequently stopped traffic. Today she was exceptionally outfitted in a tight black skirt and matching suit jacket that brought out the red of her vibrant blouse, which of course coordinated with her scarlet shoes for an eye catching ensemble no one could ignore, especially poor little closeted me.
"But here we are!" I said cheerfully, hoping to take the conversation to less tempting places for my own sake. Any kind of arousal did not mix well with my full bladder, as having more attention on the occupied area made it so much harder to ignore how I really did need to get to a bathroom in the near future. Not to mention that staring at women so far out of my league was a terrible way to hide my feelings for those who probably didn’t have them. Shifting against the wall in a bid for comfort I disguised as a look around the room, it occurred to me we had accomplished almost everything we'd been instructed to do, even getting the refreshments from the caterer packed into the miniature fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would need to be put away was...
The source of my rapid desperation dawned on me with a healthy dose of self admonishment. In the limited afternoon sun shining through the window, a half full drink dispenser sat by a small stack of Styrofoam cups, its condensation covered glass allowing a clear look at the bright and ice filled lemonade filling it to the halfway point. In a rush like a flash flood I recalled how Vivienne had brought it in to share, and with only the two of us there had been plenty to go around. What I’d thought to be one or two cups I’d had to be polite must have been far greater in number than I could accurately recall... It had just come together in a perfect storm of circumstances; the work had indeed made me thirsty, I didn't want to see any of the drink wasted, and the fact that Vivienne herself had made it kept sending me back for more of the delicious beverage. Now I was paying the price for being so ridiculous.
"We really have done everything else, so I suppose we might as well start the slideshow." Vivienne said, her voice relaxed but still like a hammer to my now hurried thoughts. Fighting down a flinch, I smiled politely as she left the table to go to the projector at the front of the room, beside which was her laptop running the presentation in question.
In the moments it took her to start typing, I put together that it would probably be a minute or two before the projector and computer decided to warm up and sync together, giving me the tiniest potential window to go and relieve myself.
A whimper almost escaped me as I stood up straight once more, the adjustment to my position enough to send the contents of my bladder sloshing inside of me like an overstuffed water balloon, making it quite clear the lemonade I'd had to drink was still gathering into a growing reservoir. Soon I'd be more than just uncomfortable. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as the weight of my dilemma pressed down on me in the literal and metaphorical sense, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together as I went through my options rapid fire. I could try to leave undetected and use the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, but what were the chances I could leave and come back unnoticed? Then there was the option to just wait it out and go after we were done, but how long would our presentation really take? My number one goal was to ensure Vivienne never even knew I had to pee; something about others knowing I was using a toilet or merely in need of one simply mortified me to my core, and that fear went double for her. But if I waited too long and it got too bad... No, I couldn't dare think about that! I had to take a chance now while there was a window of opportunity!
Nervous as could be but grateful for the relief I knew would await me, I headed for the door as quietly as my heels allowed on the thin white carpet, hoping I could finish quickly despite how much lemonade I had to be rid of.
The cellphone Vivienne had set on the table beside her pinged and vibrated against the wood loudly enough to startle me right as I reached the door. My hand on the knob, I pressed my legs together hard to prevent the scare from letting anything escape, wishing I had panties on now more than ever with my bare lips so exposed to the open air beneath my skirt. Frozen on the spot, I watched and waited for more information from my boss as she lifted her phone. In part I was eager to help if needed, but mostly I couldn't escape with her potentially about to share something important...
Scanning the phone screen, Vivienne didn't lose her focused but disinterested expression as she returned it to the table after only a glance, leaving me in hopeful limbo before she spoke again. "That's the alarm I originally had set for a final break... Seeing as how the actual slideshow isn't long though, why don't we do our practice now so we'll be done for the day?"
A spasm of anxiety tore through my whole body and made my bladder contract so hard I was forced to squeeze my legs shut again to avoid a leak. Somehow being denied the bathroom was physically painful in my current condition, likely because my body knew I had no idea how long Vivienne thought this was really going to take, nor how much time I had until things got... unbearable. But what could I do? Even asking for a quick bathroom break was just too much, to the point my heart almost lurched in terror at the thought alone, leaving me little to do for now but hold it. It was a struggle not to whimper in trepidation as I took my hand off the doorknob.
"W-what should we do?" I asked with more concern showing than I would have liked, my desire to be helpful a calming force in the face of my unease and growing desperation. In the back of my mind I was assuring myself I absolutely had the strength to hold it for as long as necessary, and that it was beyond absurd for a grown woman to be so worried about needing the bathroom. I'd never had an accident, and I certainly wasn't going to have one now, even if I didn’t know how long I could handle the discomfort growing in every part of my pussy. All I had the power to do was be ready to sneak out as soon as I saw an opening.
"No point in making it a big fuss. You take your spot by the refreshments, or where the lemonade is for now, and come up when I hand off the rest to you, sort of like how we practiced for the presentation we thought we were giving." Vivienne said without a hint of concern, gesturing to the table where we'd lay out the snacks tomorrow.
For now, all there was on the polished wooden tabletop was the drink dispenser and its mockingly bright yellow lemonade. Ice still floated at the top to keep it cool enough for condensation to not only fog the glass but to drip down the sides in tiny rivulets, advertising the cold and refreshing contents that I'd been so grateful Vivienne had brought for us to share. I buckled my knees together at the sight, and suddenly hated my love-struck self for having been so overly polite and drinking so many. All of the lemonade I'd sipped down without a care was still gathering at an agonizing speed in my bladder, swelling it to an unbearable size with a growing amount of pee I had no idea when I'd be free to release. I nearly whimpered in agony as Vivienne gave one final helpful bit of advice.
"Lock the door to make sure we aren't interrupted. Oh, and try to always have a drink in your hand, even for this practice. It makes everything feel more at ease." She turned on the projector as she spoke, her affect calm and oblivious to my predicament as she focused only on getting her slideshow up.
"Of course!" I said as cheerfully as I could, remembering I had to not only hold it but also hide the fact that I was doing so. How humiliating would it be for my boss, the woman I admired and was so deeply attracted to, to know I was absolutely desperate because I couldn't keep my thirst in check or ask for a bathroom like an adult? No amount of hard work could get me back in her good graces if she found out I had let it get this bad. I had to make sure that no one watching could ever predict I was desperately in need of a pee. Gulping down a quick breath and steeling myself, I put on the cheeriest smile I could, then locked the door and headed to the beverage dispenser with my head held high. Every step jostled my bladder to the point I had to fight a reflexive wince off my face.
Either Vivienne was far too focused on her work to notice anything out of the ordinary, or I actually managed a convincing act, because she kept her efforts on getting the slideshow to read clear on the board at the front of the room. "Obviously we'll have to be professional tomorrow, but I don't really care too much about that right now, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a little casual."
I was split between focusing on her and the painstaking task of sitting down without giving anything away. The chair beside the lemonade dispenser looked uncomfortably low to my currently desperate self, and I had to take another breath as my mind wandered to thoughts on how nice it would be to sit on a toilet instead. Trying not to picture anything of the sort, I sat as quickly as I dared, knowing but not admitting what the consequences might be if I moved too fast. Just one poorly planned adjustment and everything could be soaked in the blink of an eye.
Thankfully my behind settled into the chair without a single drop of leakage to be felt, but I made quite a point of squishing my pussy against the hard surface to apply as much pressure as I could when I first sat down. Despite its liquid cargo, my bladder felt like a solid and unyielding ball of pain and discomfort in my lower belly, and one that I could do nothing to soothe as it pressed on my overburdened little hole.
It wasn't until I looked back to the lemonade that I recalled my directions with a sinking feeling of unparalleled gravity. Holding in my pee was hard enough, but having to add more to the load, all while keeping up a happy veneer? There were probably torture techniques less cruel than this, but I didn't have the freedom to complain or even break my composure. Gulping back a whine, I kept my fake smile as steady as I could, reaching for a cup with all the mock enthusiasm as I was able to muster.
Trembling hands bravely took a Styrofoam cup off the pile and held it beneath the little faucet to pour, but I couldn't keep myself from hesitating in my agony, my wide eyes trailing up the rivulets of condensation to the top of the dispenser. The lemonade level was much lower in the glass container than it had been when Vivienne had kindly brought it in that morning, giving me a visual clue as to how much I'd downed in such a short amount of time, and the damning sight alone was enough to make my bladder throb. I'd been so happy she'd brought us something to share, and so delighted to try a beverage she had made, and so refreshed by every delicious sip...
Beneath the fabric of my skirt I jammed my thighs together for security. My other hand pressed down on the release while I pretended to listen to the beginning of the presentation, every moment ticking by like an eternity. Eager to be done with the torture but very compromised, my finger's push on the nozzle was feeble and slipped after only a brief tap to start the flow. Vivienne didn’t notice the error but it was far from without consequences. A thin dribble of lemonade squirted out the tiny exit to patter audibly into the cup, and between the color and the way the droplets flowed over the Styrofoam it was quite easy for my desperation laden mind to make an obvious and painful comparison. The similarities conjured up unwanted but irresistible fantasies of my own release happening in a similar fashion, and the images that flashed before my eyes were so tempting I almost mewled out loud. It was so easy to imagine slipping a cup between my thighs and letting go under my skirt, all without panties in the way to slow me down or a care in the world for decency, and the pattering of pee hitting the cup would probably sound just like the lemonade-
Heat that was far too wet for comfort appeared between my legs with enough speed to stop me in my tracks. Icy fear filled my body in response, the unmistakable dampness of a leak stopping just shy of dripping beyond my pussy and sparing my skirt from a wet patch. I had to take a few painstaking moments to grasp the gravity of what I'd almost done before it registered. Adrenaline was surging through me, but I had to remain completely still as I tried to grapple the fact that I'd almost peed myself, the few droplets I'd been irresponsible enough to let by still threatening to leak into my skirt without panties to soak them up. On reflex my legs jiggled under the strain of dealing with the near accident while still holding back a flood.
"First slides are all introductions; I say my name and what I do here, even though they should all know me by now..."
Vivienne knocked me out of my near crisis and back to the still ongoing situation in the present once I heard her playful dig. Coming quite close to cracking the cup in my panicked hands, I looked back up at the board to see the slideshow projected beside her, with our company photos laid over our job titles and other bits of information. In my agony I'd completely forgotten we were in the middle of practice. I was obviously failing to stay in control, and would need to do much better if I wanted to keep my secret under wraps.
Gulping in nervous dread, I went back to the agonizing task at hand, moving as fast as I could to minimize the chances of losing my nerve. The fake smile on my face was little more than a tiny lift on the edges of my lips as I braced myself for the continuing torture. Holding the cup beneath the nozzle once again, I pressed the lever to start the flow of lemonade.
Gentle pattering hit my ears with all the force of a waterfall. In my desperation the thin stream that flowed into the cup may as well have been a flood of biblical proportions, and the rising tide of bright yellow lemonade burned an unavoidable comparison into my mind, one that tempted me so much I had to intertwine my legs together like a pretzel just for some comfort. Beneath my skirt my pussy struggled the most. Every beat of my hammering heart came synchronized to a pounding pain against the tiny hole keeping it all inside, as if an ocean was battering my urethra every single second to try and struggle free. It was enough to bring agonized tears to my pretty blue eyes.
Despite it all, I managed to stay dry until I had a full cup in front of me at last, but the exertion had left a considerable dent in my resolve. Sweat was once again perceptible in places both private and in full view. But in my refusal to submit I could only celebrate the small victory, even if I was still hardly out of the woods yet.
"This slide is just the start of the process of the merger. It's all a bunch of self congratulatory garbage so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm less than enthusiastic; I can't be expected to fake sincerity two days in a row." Vivienne said as she kept on going, apparently heedless to my struggle by the grace of some merciful God. Despite everything I actually felt my smile become more genuine at the comment. Even with a need to pee like nothing I'd ever known, this woman always had the ability to make me feel better, especially when she was honest about how dumb corporate nonsense could be. I knew she'd play the part tomorrow and pretend to be as happy as the directors expected her to be, but I got the treat of seeing her genuine and far more hilarious presentation today. Perhaps focusing on that would be the key to holding it without as much struggle?
Ignoring the cup in my hand, I kept my eyes on Vivienne, and found I was far more able to focus on her than anything else that could have distracted me. Such a thing was hardly unusual though. Staring at a beautiful woman didn't require much effort, even when you were still in the closet. If I was especially attentive I could see the small but lovely details in how her chest jiggled with the smallest movement to set it off, her every minute shift creating enough motion to bounce the outcropping breasts in their undoubtedly expensive bra, something her fitted blouse only accentuated with its soft, tight fabric. Then there was the curvaceous drop downwards to her hips... How incredible it was, to stop and admire how she thickened so much her ass would probably be able to block out a good portion of the projection if she stood sideways. It was a sight that helped me ignore my desperation, but also made the pain still remaining far more bearable. If anything the feelings she gave me mixed very well with a need to pee, and having no panties on and her not thinking anything was amiss was absolutely the icing on the cake of temptation.
"Tina?"
The cup in my hand was jostled when my name in her voice snapped me out of my delightful vacation from reality. Vivienne was looking at me expectantly, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for some time and had no other way to respond but lost confusion. "Huh?"
"Did you hear me? I asked if you thought some of these numbers were less than accurate." She reiterated, looking concerned with my reaction instead of annoyed. Given how I usually paid attention at all times that made sense, but now I had no idea how to save myself from appearing careless, so I quickly replied and threw a plan together as I went.
"Oh, yes!" I said in an enthusiastic lie, scanning the page to find it was a list of exaggerated samples and inflated profits someone must have thrown together. Biting my lip at the strain of holding pee and strategizing at the same time, I babbled out an excuse for my inattentiveness, cringing at the lameness of what came out of me in the process. "S-sorry I'm just... I'm trying to memorize everything... So it goes well tomorrow."
My words were near painful with their pitiful lack of conviction. Keeping my legs crossed, I tried to just focus now on the still considerable need to pee so I could avoid the scolding that had to be inbound, but instead found my ears delighted by a friendly reassurance.
"Oh, you sweet little thing... These jerks don't deserve that from you." Vivienne soothed, striking my delicate heart with her platonic but still thrilling use of "sweet thing" as an actual way to refer to me. It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say it, but to have it directed at me... Something like electric heat tingled the depths of my pussy. Rubbing my thighs together, I felt my heart come close to bursting even while my bladder had a momentary war with my body in an attempt to relieve itself during the chaos. Thankfully nothing came out of me but a grateful babble of thanks and a dumb but genuine smile.
Vivienne returned to the presentation at that, and I went back to focusing on keeping my bladder in check while using her as the perfect distraction, though I made something resembling an effort to listen as well. It was far from easy but at least it was doable. My panic was now something far more like annoyance at how clearly I was to blame for my own discomfort, between drinking without a care and stubbornly refusing to take a bathroom break when I'd had the chance. Had I simply acted like an adult the deed would be done and over, and relaxing with an empty bladder might have actually made this fun, especially since I was blessed by so lovely a sight to enjoy. But not once in my life had my shyness allowed me to ask for a bathroom, and there was not a single instance where I had been able to use one while another person was present... So at least that internal resistance helped me hold it a little better?
Another spasm encouraged me to shift in the chair as a safeguard, my bare pussy rubbing against my skirt to create the friction I'd found so unhelpful but so far from unpleasant before, and I had to curl up to withdraw the soft lips lest they be tempted any further. Forgetting my panties was proving to be a repeated strike against me... One could almost wonder how I'd made it this far as an adult if I was so embarrassed by basic natural functions. Even if today was the first time I'd made such a mistake in my life, it was quite the blunder.
Minutes ticked by far too slowly for my liking, forcing me to keep casting glances to the clock as I tried to hold on to what my boss was saying at the same time. There were lots of numbers, congratulations, and a number of facts that had questionable sources Vivienne called out each time. Most of it became indecipherable gibberish as soon as it hit my ears. On top of that the hands of the clock seemed to tick by louder with every tiny motion, to the point where after a few minutes I could hear them loud as a car alarm from my chair. A horrifying increase in the pressure I was fighting seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume, but I had no way of knowing if it was the result of more lemonade gathering at the exit, my own fading resilience, or just a slow deterioration of my resolve... All three were on the table as it was now. Not daring to look at the cup still cradled in my hands, I wished for the umpteenth time that I had simply done a million things differently...
Bouncing my legs beneath the table and out of sight for some small alleviation of the pain, I let out a quiet and shaky sigh to try and calm myself. In the end all of this discomfort would be for something, right? I'd find a way to get to a bathroom before things got too bad... Wouldn’t I? There was no way I'd allow myself to get to the point where an accident was even a possibility, as I wasn't locked in and there was a bathroom just down the hall. All I had to worry about was staying calm and collected so the desperation was never suspected.
"This is your part, Tina." Vivienne said, interrupting my chain of thought but not surprising me as badly this time. Seeing the information on the projection board, I recalled being assigned a data sheet that matched the basics of what was on screen, which she helpfully explained as she stepped aside to make room for me beside the laptop. "You'll be covering our specific branch and everything we did to contribute, which is all laid out here anyway. Just try to look perky while reading it."
Nodding in painful understanding, it took all I had in me not to wince as I stood, the sudden shift in position squeezing my bulging bladder with enough force that adrenaline surged through me in panic. There was undeniable warmth on my pussy, but in truth it was impossible to tell if it was a few more escaping droplets or actually heat created from the strain of holding so much pee in. I didn't exactly have time to think it over.
Taking my first step sent everything sloshing once more, and the ocean of piss inside of me crashed down, wielding its full weight on my tiny hole as my heel made contact with the floor. In what had to have been just the few minutes since I’d last walked, it had already gotten so much worse. Pain and pressure so intense I almost doubled over had to be forced down so I could keep going. Every step produced the exact same results, but I had no choice but to soldier on, my pride combining with an iron willed refusal to ever let Vivienne know I needed to pee. It was the hardest thing I’d done in my life, but eventually I crossed what had to be the mile separating us and arrived at the front of the room, my still full drink in hand. Hopefully the dim lights and glossy projection beam would keep my sweat hidden...
"Right! So, our department..." I began, tapping a key on the laptop to get the slideshow full screen once more. My throat worked on autopilot to read the text with the hint of a smile I was able to fake, as the rest of me was far too occupied on not peeing myself to help. Every inch of my pussy was straining to hold back the flood that wanted nothing but to escape. Standing had made it a hundred times worse, which could no doubt be attributed to gravity, but it was so powerful it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull just to torment me.
Not even knowing what I was saying, I tried every little trick I could to distract myself. Finishing the presentation meant we were done, and that would provide just the window I’d require for a bathroom break, so I needed only to stay strong a little longer. Intent on finding something to keep me going, I sought out anything capable of distracting the half of my mind that wasn't on autopilot, and caught a soft floral scent when I inhaled during my search...
I knew from experience it was Vivienne's perfume.
The realization was a distraction alright, but far more of a curse than a blessing. Focusing so much on my aching bladder had blinded me to her current proximity. Now it was impossible to ignore that she was right beside me, her much taller form no doubt towering over me as her expensive perfume filled my nose and clouded my mind, which once again sent tingles down my spine. Now though I was in no condition to endure them, and the usually delightful feelings pushed me near to the brink of losing control. God, it was hard enough to handle myself around her when I wasn't holding back a flood of pee... Everything about having her close made me want to imagine her warm body against mine while her hand slipped up my skirt and parted my thighs-
"Tina?" Vivienne said just as I hissed in a breath of pain, the thought of a hand between my legs also taunting me with how relieving it would be to use my own and apply added pressure to the overworked exit. Instead my fists just balled to white knuckled tightness as I turned my head to face my still unassuming boss. Somehow she continued to only look concerned, though I was more than frustrated enough with myself for the both of us. "Do you have stage fright?"
A response didn't attempt to so much as initiate on my tongue. In a way her diagnosis rang true; I was indeed afraid of being the center of attention and struggling now explicitly because I couldn't work up the courage to speak up and ask for a break, but that obviously wasn't what was being asked... Reading my frozen fear as the only response available to her, Vivienne continued, explaining her concerns and stepping closer.
"You look a little pale, and you're curling up like a frightened puppy. Does the idea of talking in front of a crowd scare you?" She said, her perfume now rich in my nostrils and making me dizzy enough to be dangerously close to fainting. Wetness that wasn't just pee was perceptible between my legs when I shifted back from her.
"S-sometimes..." I mumbled in a not dishonest reply. Fear of crowds had nothing to do with this hesitation though; everything tormenting me came down to a horrifying mixture of desperation and an inexplicable surge of arousal at her presence, which I usually had a better handle on. At this current moment though it felt like the two were mixing together, as if the need to pee and my lust for her fed off the mutual forbidden pleasure they created, and each was making the other stronger. It was truly like I was enjoying being desperate around her, and said enjoyment was turning me on to make appreciating her so much more sensual… but such a lecherous thing couldn't be true! I wasn't some kind of pervert! I was just a woman with a secret crush and not enough backbone to ask for a bathroom break...
Vivienne smiled, her plump red lips drawing me in like they never had before. How many times had I fantasized about kissing them only to stop in shame? She wasn't married or dating as far as I knew, but she also probably had no attraction to women, and even if she did enjoy female company a young nobody like me certainly wouldn't make the cut. "Want to know a little trick of mine? I used to be terrified too, but if you stand with a touch more confidence, it can go a long way. Is it okay if I adjust you?"
I had no doubt she meant putting her hands on me, something that was such a terrible idea I should have known to reject it with a lie in my current condition, but the temptation was far too great for my diminished willpower to have any hope of resisting.
"Yes."
If my one word reply was too enthusiastic she made no sign of being bothered, and instead got right down to work. Moving behind me, she came close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, and the proximity triggered a new surge of tingling delight along the length of my back. A portion of that sensation settled down at the fork of my legs, creating a war between the resulting pleasure in my pussy and the agony in my already strained bladder as holding it became that much harder. Sweat was quickly appearing again as she laid her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your back up straight, like this."
Delicate fingers pushed me into a more upright position, which tightened the loop of my skirt over my bladder and forced the pee downwards to ram against the exit. It was enough to make me want to scream. There was so much pain and pressure but it only mingled with and enhanced the pleasure of her contact, leaving me battling a kind of agony that had me leaking more of the other wetness between my lips.
Despite it all I was obedient, my raging arousal and pain going molten and turning my body into something like a volcano overdue for a glorious eruption, a comparison bordering on literal in my case. My need for a bathroom was slowly becoming all encompassing, and the problem only worsened as she moved her hands lower to shift my posture even more upright, making it impossible not to discern the flood of piss trying to free itself. God it was so bad I could feel my bladder pressing outwards now; the rounded and bursting organ creating a none too invisible swell on my lower belly with nowhere for it to go but outwards. I was so full, so turned on, and so helpless between the two needs that I was little more than a frozen statue beside the laptop.
"Oh, and make sure you pause for a sip."
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Here's part two!
It took everything not to jam my hands between my legs at the innocent advice. Wide eyes darting to the cup I'd set aside at the table, I felt the most powerful spasm of all almost drop me to the floor, flashbacks of the agony I'd endured just pouring the lemonade blotting out my vision. Already I was bursting at the seams; one more drop added to the flood might send me over the edge. But what choice did I have? Vivienne was at my back and completely unaware of my predicament, and there was no way I could talk myself out of this without hinting to the problem tearing me apart. Tears dotted the edge of my eyes as I reached for the cup.
"Really take your time when you drink. Think of it as this; you’re not taking a sip to calm your nerves, you're enjoying a break because you deserve one, and they must respect it." Vivienne said with a playful edge to her voice, meaning what she was telling me but quite aware of how silly it sounded. To me it was only more torment that continued to bring unreasonable amounts of pleasure with it. Just the thought of liquid passing my lips and adding to the burden, or even the mere sight of it swishing about in the cup as I lifted it to take a sip... The pressure now was like a river angry at being contained and battering against the crumbling dam I'd erected in its path to escape at all costs, leaving me uncertain I had the strength to do what needed to be done.
Sweetness that was cold and refreshing met my tongue as I took a fateful sip. It was just as delicious as it had been with every cup I'd downed without a thought before, but this time my body felt like it was screaming at me for adding more to the already insufferable burden, sending fat beads of sweat cascading down my forehead and a flush of pink to my cheeks. Trembling in a struggle I couldn't control, my free hand tried its best to subtly cram itself between my legs for additional protection. My bare pussy was throbbing and hot and aching under the strain like Atlas holding up the world, and my tiny body did everything it could just to endure, my heart hammering as I finally took my first sloppy swallow and felt the cold refreshment flow inside of me to contrast against the fire everywhere else.
It was too much. The dam of my resolve cracked under the strain like a fissure splitting the earth, opening my urethra in a split second wink of submission to the unrelenting call of nature, which was enough time for the tiniest spurt in history to escape between the squeezed and slicked up lips. A spattering of pee in beads the size of tiny teardrops rained down between my legs, with most content to gather on my pussy and mix through the slickness that had built up there from being so close to Vivienne. A few rolled down my thigh without panties to catch them, their hot and ticklish path ending only when they drained themselves, forming a web of trails just shy of my knee.
The leak gave an adrenaline surge comparable to no other, and akin to how the pressure within me had overcome the block I'd created outside, my urgency to urinate overpowered my crippling potty anxiety for one glorious moment.
"I need a break, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude but I have to use the bathroom!" I gasped in a mad rush, slamming down the cup with enough force to slosh lemonade on my hands. Uncaring, I relented to the desperate need to jam my fingers against my entrance, strengthening the exit in the wake of my accident. The dampness of pee transferring to my skirt didn't even register. All I could see was the door that I hobbled to using all my might, but there was still enough coherency in my mind for me to hear a surprised but not upset voice behind me.
"Oh, uh, okay?"
Vivienne not being angry was like a blessing. This would be embarrassing beyond anything I'd ever experienced when I returned, but it wouldn't be nearly as bad as having an accident right in front of her, and she'd probably be merely confused as opposed to angry at the sudden shift in my behavior. Then we could move on and pretend none of this ever happened. Euphoria blossomed in my chest at the prospect of the inbound relief, and I knew I'd probably be in the bathroom for a while if only to get it all out, something that wasn't so bad a proposition now. Pain in my bladder became bearable again thanks to the promise of release closing in. Grabbing the doorknob in one hand, I pried the other from my privates to undo the lock, which at the beginning at all of this had slid smoothly into place.
To my devastation, I now found it frozen in its active mode, as still and immovable as stone.
Once more I yanked on the lock to disengage it. Again it didn't move, and not even a smidgen of adjustment rewarded my efforts. Smile falling from my cheeks, I became frantic and began to swivel my hand on the lock in a frenzied effort to undo it, and succeeded only in hurting my delicate fingers thanks to the strain. My other hand had similar results, with hard yanks on the handle itself producing nothing but a light rattling as the powerful lock held firm in its miniscule wiggle room.
Vivienne took a step towards me, but I didn’t notice her until she called out over the din of my frenzied escape attempts.
"Tina?"
"It's locked!" I cried back in careless panic, giving it another hard tug to show that it was stuck without hope of opening. Not having any time to be embarrassed, I whimpered in panicked fear, finding my desperation worsened to unimaginable new heights by the last second blockade.
Vivienne had nothing to offer for a few seconds. Still looking totally baffled, she approached holding a pondering hand over her chin, not yet comprehending what I was saying. "Locked? You should be able to just turn the bolt-"
"I c-can't! It's all jammed!" I said again, voice more of a high pitched squeak as I demonstrated the problem by yanking on the handle. There was nothing to show for my efforts. Bouncing on the spot, I contorted my legs together to keep another leak from spurting free, but the horrifying possibility that I had no escape made holding it so much harder. The bathroom I'd thought was coming may as well have been a million miles away, but I was no less full of piss, and the physical limit of my body had to be fast approaching. Realizing the likelihood of an accident had just shot up brought hopeless tears to my eyes.
"Here, let me try." Vivienne said helpfully, reaching the door just as I pried my fingers off and jumped backwards to give her a chance. Hoping that those toned arms I'd always admired might be strong enough to help, I watched with bated breath as she took hold of the handle, my now free hands pressing hard against the front of my crotch to help me last as long as possible. With her back turned to me, I almost bounced on the spot in a ridiculous but desperate little dance to try and hold it better, but managed to keep myself at just a tremble where I stood whilst I waited.
Again, even with all the strength of the much larger woman, the door held strong.
"Shit, it went into security lock automatically... And I didn't think to bring my override card." Vivienne huffed, giving a solid push with her shoulder to no effect. The words were so unfair I could only be incredulous.
"Why is it permanently locked?!" I asked in disbelief, wondering what God I'd offended to end up trapped in a nightmare. There was only this one way out, and somehow it had magically frozen the lock, all while one of its occupants was dying to use the bathroom? What were the odds of anything so unfortunate happening to anyone but unlucky me?
"It's a security program; certain doors in the office lock fully after a set amount of time. I didn't think we had any on the meeting rooms!" She explained whilst looking over the door unhappily, now exasperated and worried even without knowing the additional problem I was hiding. Seeing those emotions on her face made me certain I was doomed. Vivienne was always prepared, and had enough quick thinking skills to get out of any predicament, so if she was worried... "And like I said, I don't have the card to unlock it on me."
Full tears threatened to fall down my face. There was no hope then, and the reality of it all made my voice crack. "We're stuck?!"
"Not for long! I can request someone with clearance to swing by and let us out, shouldn't be more than half an hour." She replied quickly, finally turning to look at me in a rush so unexpected I was forced to yank my hands from my crotch. Her deep blue eyes betrayed guilt otherwise masked by her reassuring expression, and for the first time ever I found no comfort in her concern. The timetable may as well have been a hundred years. It would be a miracle if I made it another five minutes, but thirty?! Absolute panic was my only internal response; there had to be some way to get out of here in the next few minutes, this was an office building, not a prison! No part of me was ready to even bridge the possibility of having an accident while locked in with my boss.
"Is... There's no other way?!" I said in a rush, looking around for another door I knew didn't exist but had to find. My hands balled up into fists at my side to keep them from shoving back between my legs with Vivienne watching. Knuckles going white under the strain, my panic started to turn to hysteria as the walls seemed to close in, the heat between my legs throbbing in sync to the hammering of my heart. Never in my life had my mind been so focused on only one thing. I needed to get out of here and to that bathroom no matter what, and I had to do it now, if I wanted to save my dignity.
"No, there's not. I'm so sorry Tina, is it an emergency?" Vivienne replied in a soft voice, her expression holding no judgment despite my certainty that she had to find this pathetic. There had been so many opportunities to go before, why had I waited until now?! Regret like I'd never known made me want to sob, but I forced my cheeks upward into a smile that couldn't have clashed more with my tear misted eyes.
"No, of course not! I just... I was really hoping to... Have another break..." I said, fading off when a new spasm came and I halfway caved into doubling over. Only the wall of sheer determination I'd built was saving me now. My pussy was an aching and overworked dam that wasn't at all assisted by the drops of sweat trickling down my legs, each of which taunted me with callbacks to those tiny droplets of pee and how they’d felt rolling down my thighs... It was no wonder I was so easy to see through in such a state.
Vivienne continued her soft, sympathetic approach, one which I knew had to be a charade for how little I deserved it. A tender hand was laid on my quivering shoulder before she spoke. "You poor thing, you don't have to lie to me. I saw how much you had to drink, but I never considered you wouldn't be able to use the bathroom... I'm so sorry, I picked this office without doing a full check, and now you're suffering for it..."
"It's nothing! I can... I can hold it!" I snapped back on reflex, shrugging off her hand so the delightful warmth of her touch couldn't tempt me or make my task any harder than it already was. Logic told me I had no hope of making good on what I was promising myself. There was just too much to hold, and no chance of getting to a bathroom in time, try as I might to persuade myself otherwise. A quivering hand found its way between my legs even with Vivienne watching, and the desperation was so agonizing I couldn't hold back a keen despite the fingers buried in my pussy to seal the exit.
"Tina..." Vivienne said softly, sympathy clear in her voice before she perked up and offered a suggestion. "Why not pee in the trash can? It's empty, and I can turn away-"
My eyes snapped open and I interrupted her without needing to think.
"No! I can't!" Came my cry of strained defiance, the trash can in question like a beacon as her idea tore right through the fragments of my steadfast dignity. It really was my only option besides the floor, and even if I refused to accept that, the chance for relief overpowered my reason and forced me to look in its direction. Simple, black and plastic, the small but portable container would be more than enough to hold all the pee I needed out of me. There was also be no chance of leaking due to its solid build, and I definitely had the option to move it behind a table or desk for some modicum of privacy while I held it up to my-
No! Needing to pee was making me lose it! Even if I couldn't be seen, I absolutely would be heard, with my piss pattering into the bin and my stream hissing through the air... Even if she put in headphones to block those sounds out she'd still know I was peeing, and that alone was mortifying enough, so I had no choice but to stay twisted like a pretzel and keep fighting. "I can't do it! I have to hold it!"
"Please, if you're in pain, it's okay."
My eyes were squeezed shut now to keep the tears from falling, but I knew her tender expression was still looking at me, and even with my world crumbling apart I felt familiar fluttering in my heart at her compassion. But how would she feel when the deed was actually done? There was no way she'd want me at her side tomorrow to give this presentation, and I had to believe if I actually peed myself she may just fire me to avoid having such incompetence around in the future. Logic disintegrated entirely at the prospect of losing her approval for good.
"It's not okay!" I whimpered between the first tears to fall, dropping my other hand as the lips of my pussy felt heat that once again I couldn't be certain wasn't wet. A nonsensical plan to force myself to just keep holding it gave way to something far more insane; I had to get through this door. There was no way I'd allow myself to have an accident, and one little lock was the only thing in my way, so my one remaining chance was to try and remove it. "I... I have to get to the bathroom!"
Pushing past her, I grabbed at the handle again and began to pull, heaving with all of my tiny might even as the stiffening muscles in my abdomen squashed my full bladder to create pressure so intense it burned between my legs. No amount of pain could stop me now though. I knew this was it; I was dangling over the edge of my physical limit, and the amount of time I had left was dropping down to nothing. If I was going to save myself it needed to happen now, and even as the door stood firm I refused to relent, jiggling the locked handle with all of my strength.
Vivienne put her hands on my shoulders and gently pulled me back, but made no effort to use any kind of force lest she hurt me. "Tina, it's locked! There's no way-"
"I have to! I need to go! Right! Now!" I cried out, more tears falling as the timer dropped precipitously to the end. No progress rewarded my frantic efforts. My thighs clapped together and my knees quaked where I stood, the feeble tugs on the door slowing as my strength failed me and a different kind of sensation blossomed between my legs. Tingles filled my overworked pussy as time finally ran out, the exhausted muscles hitting a limit I couldn't extend and going limp at last, leaving me to wobble on my tiny heels as the once unthinkable disaster finally became reality. "I-I can't! Oh no!"
Something like instinct forced my legs apart as almost scalding wetness filled the already slick lips of my pussy, the silky folds overflowing in a heartbeat to allow delicate beads of urine to roll where they may down my thighs to join the sweat already gathered there. A spurt was the first release of force I was able to feel, and this time my parted thighs enabled a few golden droplets to pass between and rain on the white carpet below. When another spray followed and sent tickling drops down my thighs I knew I was done and I cried out as pleadingly as I could. "P-please, Vivienne! Look away!"
Hands splaying against the door for support, I spread my legs further and squatted lower, opening up the exit beneath the tent of my skirt. Without panties in the way the first true squirt sailed right to the floor. The sensation of finally releasing made me tremble, and in moments my urethra began to open for real, allowing exit to a thin tinkle which swiftly started thickening. It went from the width of a pencil to a finger and beyond in seconds and increased the volume of its hissing in kind. A soft pattering filled the boardroom as a true stream started to soak the carpet, its flow reaching a powerful speed out of my pussy as the ocean of piss finally started to descend, creating a bright yellow puddle on the formerly white floor.
"No!" Was all I could muster in my last defense, the humiliation of wetting myself giving way to the bliss of unimaginable relief. It was so overpowering it blinded me to anything other than the pleasure. In addition to the thick and gushing stream going straight to the floor, there were also thin rivulets that instead trailed down my legs just after leaving my pussy, their warm and ticklish pathways descending my thighs and soaking the skin in moments. Around the same time the stream hit its peak the plush carpet began to sag under the strain of my growing puddle, the expensive fibers unable to soak up the endless amount of pee still surging out of me without pause and thus leaving it to spread as it wished. Feeling the strength of the flow made it clear all the lemonade I'd downed was going to take quite some time to be rid of.
Despite all of my struggling to prevent such a humiliating accident being in vain, a blissful smile pulled up the corners of my lips to replace my grimace, the easement of my suffering blotting out everything but how good each moment felt. Somehow being free of panties made the experience more delicious. In fact, the new sensation of standing up and pissing felt incredible just by itself, the position magnifying the euphoria by being so naughty and improper. I'd always been strait-laced to the point of uncomfortable stiffness, and that need for propriety had done little to aid me, in fact it was responsible for the pee shy nature that had catalyzed this exact situation. Letting go was like experiencing a lifetime of relaxation all in one heavenly experience.
Spreading my legs further on instinct, I pushed down once I felt myself near the halfway point, eager to keep the gushing pace going if only for the delight it filled my pussy with. Having an audience didn't even register. In fact, had it not been for the skirt blocking my way I would have felt so tempted to spread my lips with my fingers just to make it even easier on myself… and perhaps play a little. As it was I moaned softly and let the door take most of my weight, sticking my ass out provocatively as I took another breath to push.
Hot and ticklish spurts made their way backwards to tease the soft skin between my cheeks. Biting my lip and quivering at the new and delicious feeling, I focused on finishing up, sensing that I was nearing the end of my long overdue release. It was hard not to be a little disappointed as my bladder finally began to approach emptiness, the incredible ecstasy of pissing at full capacity making me wish it to go on forever, but at least the relief settling in all over my body was a lovely consolation prize.
As the hissing finally quieted to trickling and my stream fluctuated from a lack of piss, I cracked my eyes open and cast a glance downwards. I'd single handedly soaked through a massive section of carpet, turning it into a sodden yellow island bordering the door from end to end beside the ocean of white; quite an impressive pee for a woman of my stature. Had I been able to feel anything but satisfaction I'd probably have swelled with pride of the accomplishment. The thin stream flowing from me into the still growing mess wobbled between my legs as I gave a shiver of delight upon beholding it.
Sighing as the stream lost the power to squirt right to the floor, I contentedly noted how it shifted to flowing in a warm, lazy rivulet of piss along my legs, and I savored the delicate tickle as it gently brought me back to earth. The sluggish flow took its time to journey down and join my already dripping heels. After an eternity of delight the stream finally broke into feeble tinkling that shrunk down in fluctuating squirts to individual droplets, my compressed bladder returning to empty as the last of its contents began cooling outside of me. In the pain and panic to keep holding it I'd almost forgotten how it felt to be free of an overpowering ocean fighting to gush out of me. But now I was done, the once frantic surge of piss reduced to a few lingering drops rolling down my legs, and there was no way to convey how heavenly it was to be so empty.
"Tina...?" |
Here's the final part! However, @Oel14 had such a lovely idea I may have to write an alternate ending after this... There's lots of girl on girl in this one and plenty of references to pee, but no actual peeing, so if that's not your thing I understand!
A soft voice surprised me so harshly that I jumped with force great enough to rattle the door in its frame. Regaining my balance to stand lopsided on the soaked carpet, I was almost sent tumbling on my sopping heels as I whipped my head around, the upper half of my body still leaning heavily against the door and my ass presented like a gift from the posture I’d adopted to pee.
Vivienne was standing exactly where I'd last seen her, mere inches separating her scarlet heels from the great puddle of piss that had spread far behind me. Her wide eyes flipped back and forth between my face and the floor. It took my still pleasure drunk brain a solid few moments to put reality back together, specifically in regards to the weight of what I’d just done. Flicking my own gaze between her and the mess I'd made, I felt the delight warming my body transform into cold terror. The accident I’d struggled to prevent had not only happened, it had played out with absolutely lecherous delight on my part and without a trace of displayed shame for me to hide beyond now. Tears welled up in my eyes faster than ever before.
"I..." My voice faltered as I tried standing up straight on legs that kept wanting to buckle, vision going blurry as I made a feeble attempt to stand tall and salvage my professionalism. I knew it was useless from the moment I started trying. Not only had I pissed myself, I'd done so before my boss and the woman I admired more than anything, all while in my best clothes and in my own office building. To top it all off I hadn't even put up a fight once it had started, I’d simply spread my legs and peed right there. Tears fell without restraint as I turned on the spot to hide the back of my soaked skirt, which had taken more than a few errant spurts and was now clinging to my thighs and ass. Breaking up my speech with sobs I couldn’t control, I gasped out a stumbling and despairing apology, half planning to drop to my knees and beg. "I'm s-so sorry! I h-had to go so, so b-bad!"
All of me was brimming with humiliation like I'd never known, save for my disobedient pussy still tingling delightfully at the release, and I closed my eyes to shield myself from what I was certain had to be a look of revulsion. Any moment now Vivienne would tell me I was fired and had to leave the instant the office opened up. Could anyone really blame her for doing so? Who wanted a coworker who couldn't even get to a toilet in time?
A simultaneous hand on each of my shoulders made me flinch, but the words that came next were soft and reassuring instead of the tirade I’d been bracing for. "Shhh, it's okay!"
Looking up through my tears at the woman I'd always longed for, I was able to make out an expression radiating gentle comfort even through the blur, and her voice carried the same tone when she finally spoke again. "It was just an accident, it happens to everyone."
"I'm sorr-"
"Hush, no more apologies. It's not your fault the door locked." Vivienne interrupted, leaving me to sniffle as I realized she was standing with me in my own puddle just to comfort me more closely. In my humiliated state that only made me want to cry harder. There was no way I deserved this level of understanding, especially when it had been my own stupid shyness leaving me to wind up drenched from the waist down… But here was this beautiful woman holding my shoulders like I was faultless. Fresh tears dropped down my cheeks in response to the overwhelming feelings flooding through me, and I was delicate enough to be led by a gentle pull as she guided me away from the door.
"Here, let's get you cleaned up." She said quite softly, as if I might break at the noise. I was so out of sorts that I wobbled through every step despite the miniscule rise of my heels. Once hot pee began releasing its warmth upon exposure to the open air brushing by as I walked, the motion also allowing the remaining droplets to dismount at each step and fall to the floor, forming a trail of golden spots along the plush whiteness. I didn’t notice the growing mess in my fog of disbelief, as I was still struggling to believe Vivienne wasn’t disgusted by my very presence. A high class business woman should have been mortified, right? But she was as kind and tender as a person could be with her steadying hands on my shoulders, more so in fact than I'd ever seen her.
"Just lean against this, I've got wet wipes we can use to clean you off and then you can sit down." She instructed as we came to one of the center tables, her hands pushing the chairs she’d spent so long arranging aside and guiding me to rest my palms on its surface. Sitting would have felt better but also soaked anything I sat on thanks to my still dripping ass, so this light support was all I had for now. Lifting my head whilst sniffling to myself, I watched her with still growing disbelief as she moved so eagerly and quickly, my searching eyes unable to catch a single lapse in her calm focus as she grabbed the little box of wipes amidst some cleaning supplies across the room. It was looking increasingly possible she really didn’t blame me and wanted to help, no matter how little obligation she had to do so. Having her care so selflessly in what had to be my lowest moment felt like no emotion I knew how to identify. My body registered pleasant tingles in the folds of my wet slit once again as it welcomed the mystery of my new situation, the delight akin to the pleasure of releasing I'd felt just before but more personal than primal.
As she returned holding the wipes, some part of me knew that I didn't need to take them, a kind of wordless connection to her intentions telling me it would all be handled for me. All I had to do was submit to her care.
"Hold still, let me get your legs." Vivienne said, confirming what I knew as she pulled out a fresh wipe and bent down beside me. Citrus scent filled the air from the fancy but delicate lotion soaked into the cloth for smooth application. Despite her heels she crouched with the grace of an acrobat to bring herself close, the proximity allowing her a clear view of the piss glistening on my legs. I should have been mortified by the breach of everything resembling acceptable social norms, especially given the respective positions of boss and subordinate, which made this even more inappropriate. After all, it was one thing to be understanding, but to personally clean the piss dripping from my legs? Impropriety wasn’t sufficient enough to describe such scandal… Despite knowing all of this, I was completely submissive to the advance. In fact, I was beyond compliant as I watched her purposefully fold a towel into her hand in preparation, and offered my leg for easy reach. As I watched her make her move I was excited.
Urine soaked the wipe with yellow blossoms the moment she made contact against the back of my calf, but I was far more focused on how the touch of her hand on such sensitive skin, even if indirect, sent the start of a charged current coursing through me. Heat built in my pussy all over again, the wetness of my release mixing with a familiar kind of slickness that came about faster than it ever had before. Lingering endorphins from the rush of my forbidden accident only made it all come on stronger.
Keeping my mouth shut tight to avoid a whimper, I watched as she began to trail the towel up and down my dripping leg, her hand coming oh so deliciously close to the bottom of my skirt but stopping shy at my knee. There was something far greater than compassion in the slow wipes up and down the tender skin of my calves, or at least I thought there was. I had no clue if she was once more connecting to me on some unspoken wavelength or if I was just addled by lust, but I didn't care. Everything about this was rapidly turning me on at a level of intensity so great shame could do nothing to quell it. Gripping the table tight for balance, I hid my enjoyment and watched her for a hint of reciprocal pleasure, able to see only the top of her voluminous head of shiny black hair from my current angle.
A sudden shift in direction brought her hand to the very bottom of my inner thigh. Wonderfully sensitive skin erupted in goosebumps the moment her deft but firm fingertips swiped the towel over them using just enough speed to be read as an innocent brush, creating a synchronous burst of pleasure and frustration so great it forced me to whimper. The noise made her cast a glance up at me and pause, her eyes breaking an otherwise diligent expression to flash the devilish delight dwelling in their depths. It was enough to draw another noise unbidden from my throat, but this one was more of a helpless squeak, and so soft it could barely be heard.
"At least all the lemonade I made went to good use." She remarked using a sweetly innocent tone, her words reaching a deep, perceptive part of me and making it clear that she too was enjoying this, perhaps more than I was. As desperate as I had been for such a signal it still left me dizzy. None of this could be real; beautiful women didn't spare people like me a passing glance, and they certainly never gave loving wipe downs after you peed yourself in front of them, especially with such lecherous intent. Yet here I was, watching a woman a million miles out of my league wiping her not so innocent way further up my legs. It was the most arousing thing I'd ever experienced, to the point where pissing myself was already worth it a hundred times over, and was in fact something I would eagerly do again. I couldn't have been more grateful for how perfectly it had all fallen into place.
"Lean against the table so I can clean higher up, we don't want to miss anything." Vivienne encouraged, grabbing a new wipe as she stood briefly and letting the old fall into the tiny trash can she’d brought over. I noted it was the same bin she had advised me to pee inside with a delighted shudder. Fantasizing on what could have happened if I’d done as advised, I was interrupted when a steadying hand was laid against the small of my waist, a gentle advisory before she guided me to bend over. The touch sent warm arcs up and down my spine to the very tips of my fingers and toes, her lingering contact making it clear her intent wasn’t innocent as she pushed me down. Complying without a thought, I pressed myself almost flat against the table, lifting my behind to expose more of my legs for the easier access she requested. Memories of assuming this position to adjust flowers earlier made me marvel at how much more comfortable it was now after having emptied my bladder. And how much more fun it was with my ass proudly on display, especially since I wanted her to be pleased with what I had to offer.
A fresh wipe was applied to the backs of my calves as she began to clean again, and this time I felt her intent with almost overbearing clarity, sensing the deep desire in every movement as she moved ever upwards to my thighs. The lotion in the wipes allowed her to glide over the skin as the sweet scent of citrus began to replace the warm tang of piss, turning the cleaning into a thrilling massage as her fingertips took a more possessive hold of me with every ascending rub. It was clear her destination was my pussy. "Vivienne-"
"Hush, it's alright, I'll take care of everything..." She soothed, making my legs tremble beneath her touch as she caressed loving fingers across tender pale skin. Had the table not been there to support me I would have collapsed from the stimulation, but even without a fall my world was a dizzying swirl of need and delighted disbelief at my fortune. From the moment I'd first laid eyes on Vivienne I'd been hooked; her curvaceous body and stunning confidence had left me fantasizing for nights on end about naughty encounters between us in and out of the office, but I'd been certain my shyness and her prestige would allow nothing to happen. Yet here we were, making fantasy into reality. Hot breaths fogged the table before me as she actually took hold of my skirt, encouraging me to take near frantic gasps for air as the moment I longed for drew closer, and a whisper from her made it quite clear how she intended to begin. "I need to give that bare pussy of yours a good wiping."
Because of how besotted I was I needed a moment to put together what she'd just revealed to me.
Snapping my head around fast enough to send blonde locks flying, I looked to her with a creeping blush that steadily overtook my face, new embarrassment flooding in to fill the gap where shameless pleasure had tried to take hold. With my skirt still down so low it seemed impossible that she could have figured out my little secret. "How did you know?"
"I knew you weren't wearing panties as soon as you leaned against the table earlier..." She replied, casual tone giving way to open mischievousness as she spoke. Dropping another wipe into the bin, she stood up once again, her far greater height more overpowering than ever. Quite suddenly but not at all to my displeasure, she took hold of my hips and pulled me towards her, domineering but careful as she set me up at the very edge of the table for ease of access. Feeling exposed even beneath the cover of my wet skirt, I had no time to defend myself before she took a firm hold of my ass through the fabric, her solid grip heedless to the still present pee and punctuating every emphasized word with a squeeze. "You have such a round, bouncy ass; did you really think I couldn't tell there weren't panty lines on these fat cheeks?"
Blush intensifying to a no longer subtle scarlet stretching from ear to ear, I found myself embarrassed anew but simultaneously exhilarated, putting it all together to realize that she had not only known all this time, but had been enjoying it in total secret. Had she perhaps started by catching an eyeful and then allowed herself to enjoy it while I remained oblivious? Only to now have the chance to partake in her desire? Hips twitching to push myself more completely into her hand, I spoke in a bashful murmur despite the fire of desire growing in my pussy, almost unable to believe I was here and certain I was about to wake from this heavenly dream. "I forgot them... it was an accident..."
"You're having a lot of those today, aren't you?" Came a teasing coo, her hand hefting one of the cheeks before allowing it to drop back into place with a jiggle. Still soaked from my accident, the fabric clung to me like a wetsuit to brazenly display the heavy weight of my disproportionate backside. A naughty chuckle made it clear she approved of the look. In the place of my former hesitation came an unyielding desire to encourage her, lest she change her mind about this impromptu escapade, and I arched my back to lay out everything I had as an offering. Gentle fingertips ghosted over the curve of my ass to test its surprising girth, making me arch in open invitation for more intimate action.
Plump lips brushed my ear and whispered to make my skin flush anew after each hot breath. "I'll need this skirt out of the way to really clean you off." Hearing those words and realizing what was coming made me moan in a voice so high and soft I didn't recognize it as my own, but hands on either side of my hips quickly silenced me. Another whisper carried the same tone of delightful mock innocence she’d used before. "Don't be shy; it's just us girls here."
I was no longer capable of feeling anything resembling shyness as she began to pull the fabric upwards. All I could register was uncontrollable lust throbbing within the walls of my pussy so intensely I felt the beat of my heart in them, alongside the slickness of lubrication mixed beautifully with the ample amount of piss. Having never exposed myself to anyone, the thought of Vivienne being first to see my uncovered pussy made me cling to the table in overwhelming desire, my thighs spreading in enthusiastic welcome as I felt her increase her speed. More than anything I wanted to show how devoted I was to giving myself to her.
Cold air greeted still dripping skin as the skirt was lifted upwards to reveal my most private places, stretches of pale flesh greeting the light as the bunching of the fabric squeezed out some of the absorbed pee and sent droplets rolling down my shivering legs. Moments later my soft and forbidden upper thighs were on display. Vivienne chuckled as she touched one and I shuddered, the contact far too intense to resist whatever first reaction overtook my body. It was made even better when she began to stroke her bare hands up and down, again heedless to the still ample piss transferring to her in the process. Everything between my legs became the epicenter of my growing arousal. Clenching in anticipation, my slit throbbed from the thought of her seeing me, and its slickness grew as I fantasized about what she would do to me once I was exposed. Did I really have a thorough cleaning incoming as promised? Would she be satisfied just to wipe me down? For the sake of my pussy I prayed she felt free to do far more…
In a single fluid pull the remaining fabric of my skirt was yanked over the mounds of my ass and bunched up around my waist, exposing the entirety of my uncovered privates to both the sunshine pouring in from outside and Vivienne’s hungry gaze. The light illuminated the still soaked skin and made my cheeks and lips glisten to show off the ample pee and lubrication. On reflex everything between my legs clenched at the exposure, an action that only drew far more attention to it all. A wide and bountiful ass turned a pretty pink in response to my full body flush of arousal, making it a lovely neighbor to my slick and ready pussy. Gasping hard at the sensation of warm breath on forbidden skin, I laid myself flat and spread my legs as wide as they could go in my position, standing on the very tips of my toes to showcase it all for her. Bare hands took hold of my now bared squishy cheeks and spread me for a thorough inspection in response to the position.
"Goodness, how did you hold it all in? There's so much dripping still..." She remarked with genuine awe, matching my earlier pride when I'd first beheld the size of my release and marveled at the grand lake I’d left on the carpet. For someone of my stature I had genuinely held far more than most ever would have assumed I could; the ocean of piss that had gushed out of me was quite impressive in its width even now as it cooled by the door. However, having my pussy in her face, I didn’t care too much about my pride. All I wanted was for her to do something, anything to my body, and glistening lips winked in a blatant display of welcome as I wiggled my ass to show that want. Taking the bait in the most taunting way possible, she drew a fresh wipe over the curve of my cheeks, focusing on my broad expanse of ass despite the obvious need in my bared pussy. Delicate folded cloth was soaked through in moments as it left its sweet scent across the quivering expanse of my behind. Whistling in awe, Vivienne tossed it aside and went back to appreciating the sight before her, spreading me with her hands once again for what I thought was a better view. "I don't think towels are going to cut it, I'll have to use something else."
Even hindered by my inexperience I was able to catch the illicit intent in her words. The mere possibility of the act I hoped she was alluding to almost made me weep, but I hadn’t a clue how to ask her if she meant what I thought she did, especially as my tongue had become tied by the thrill of it all. Thankfully she was a woman of independent action who left me no need to inquire. Dexterous thumbs slipped between my thighs and spread my lips wide, opening up my hot, wet slit to the cool office air and leaving nothing to the imagination. Another gasp shifted into a moan of euphoria, my aching pussy throbbing that much harder in her grasp and tingling with raw delight. She played for her own satisfaction before beginning in earnest; circling her thumbs into the heated skin and eagerly using my own piss as lubrication to do so, drawing forth more slickness to my already glistening pussy. Hungry eyes surveyed it like a queen admiring her gold, and I strained to push myself into her grip to show my submission, eager to be surveyed like the most coveted of treasures. Stars burst in my vision as I felt a possessive thumb test my clit beneath a taunting rub.
A hot breath against my entrance drew out a shaky moan, and my whole body twitched backwards in response to the ravishing I now knew was coming, my fingers clinging to the table as I cried out for mercy. "Vivienne!"
"Shhh... There's nothing to be so tense about, just relax..." Her voice was a muffled whisper as she took a knee between my legs, a change in posture which left me shaking hard enough to rock the table. My clit was fully erect and ready for her, filling my entire lower body with electric bursts of anticipation that felt delightful as well as agonizing. All of the buildup had me feeling as full as I had when I’d been desperate to pee, only this time it was unparalleled tension threatening to make me burst if relief didn’t come. White knuckles marked my death grip on the table as she came in for her final approach. "Now hold still so I can make sure you're all cleaned up."
Something hot and nimble and wet and so deliciously eager plunged into my pussy in time to a synchronized sound of hunger from the depths of her throat, one muffled by the fat heft of my cheeks as her face dug itself as deeply between my legs as her mouth could reach. Like a starved beggar, she focused nowhere in particular and instead dined on whatever she fancied in the moment, swiping her tongue along every pee-soaked inch without a care. The overwhelming surge of it all hit me like a solid force of nature.
Shapely legs almost buckled from the pleasure filling every inch of my being, forcing cries so loud and shameless past my lips that I once again couldn't recognize them as my own. Vivienne was a passionate artist, her tongue seeking out every little fold of my attention starved pussy and lavishing it with all the licking and sucking it needed, humming in adoration all the while to add vibrations to the euphoric mix. Having just had my accident somehow made it even better; the great strain of holding it for so long and then releasing in a burst had primed my body to a level of sensitivity ideal for this heavenly stimulation.
Sweat beading on my heated skin registered in my hazy mind as I started building to orgasm in moments. The effect was so great pretty pink blushes along every exposed inch were given a lovely sheen as I squirmed on my stomach, overwhelmed by the skillful tongue cleaning my weeping pussy to the point where controlling my movements bordered on impossible. Desperate need to release the tension building to excess between my legs commandeered all of my senses, forcing them to work only on achieving climax, a pursuit she helped streamline considerably when she took my clit between her lips. Hard sucking on the pulsing bud forced me to shove my ass against her using all the strength I could spare, moaning in time as my pussy throbbed between her plump lips in ecstasy.
A gaping emptiness struck me like a blast of cold water when she pulled away, but before I could even cry out I was flipped over on the table like a weightless toy, my back going flat on the wood as my legs spread high in the air above me to flounder in shock. Dripping heels stayed pointed skyward as I finally focused my attention on the woman before me. Vivienne glistened nose to chin with my slick juices, her eyes feral as she stood from kneeling to tower above my vulnerable body, putting me so firmly into the role of submissive I yelped when she bent over me in a rush.
"Need... all of you out, so I can clean it." She gasped, voice so husky I knew she was just as compromised by lust as I was. Grabbing the top of my blouse with commanding authority, she yanked it apart after one decisive pull, popping the buttons open down to my navel to reveal a simple white bra across my heaving chest. A cry of very pleased surprise expressed my approval of the rough initiative. Forceful but skillful hands went straight for the clasp containing my breasts, delighting me thanks to a kind of direct authority I'd never known could be so good to submit to, making me feel small and obedient and oh so happy to be as such. Domination, it seemed, absolutely thrilled me.
After one click my breasts were freed from their cups, revealing pink nipples long since hardened by desire atop perky tits that jiggled after every gasp. Vivienne’s eyes lit up at the sight and a growl passed her crimson lips.
"God they're adorable..." Was all I heard before she dove in to ravish this new part of me, cupping each breast for a squeeze as her wet lips trailed hungry kisses along my chest. Keens of delight and a hard arch of my back were my encouragement for her to do as she pleased, which she eagerly did by enveloping the tip of a breast between her warm lips. The same tongue that had circled my clit now did so around a pert pink nipple, making me moan and shudder but also twitch my hips to request further attention down low.
Incredible as it was to have her suck on my tits, I needed greater stimulation to reach the orgasm I knew would free me of this unbearable tension, and my wet and gaping pussy was where said attention needed to be.
In a near blinding flash of awe at my own ineptitude, I realized my hands were free to do as they pleased, and without another moment of delay I shoved trembling fingers between my legs and started to rub.
Hard circles massaged into my clit whilst a hot tongue lavished my tender breasts, sending my whole body spasming in delight from the dual stimulation. Between the loving kisses and gentle nips on my chest and the waves of pleasure rewarding my desperate masturbation I was soon building to my much-needed orgasm. Using my new vantage point I could truly appreciate everything being done to me. Vivienne was somehow more beautiful than ever before; an expression of concentration and reverence gracing her sculpted features as she sucked one breast and cupped the other, all accented by her gorgeous waves of black hair cascading down her back in shiny locks that bounced in sync to every movement, making her look almost too perfect to be real. A shift in her posture squished a heaving chest down against my bare midriff as she came closer. I was so blown away by the unbelievable weight and warmth I could only moan at the privilege of being so close to her flawless tits, especially as they settled on the arm pumping so hard between my legs. A particularly desperate rub of my hand sent them jiggling, catching her attention and drawing her off my own breasts with a smile. "Trying to help me out? You're so sweet."
“I wanted- “
My babbling stopped when she dropped back to her knees and dove into my pussy without further ado, resting my legs over her shoulders whilst pulling my sticky fingers aside so her tongue could take their place on my clit. The swap was completed and I laid flat on my back just as I automatically took over pleasuring my tits, the dampened nipples fitting in between my fingers for a perfect squeeze to amplify the pleasure of her mouth returning to sucking and licking. Getting right back to my impending orgasm took moments.
Coiling pleasure built every instant that she lavished my pussy with affection bordering on worship, motivating me to wrap my legs about her head to encourage her. My breasts bounced in my hands in time to every thrust of my hips into her perfect mouth, which only made squeezing them all the more delightful as I rocked my sweat dappled body on the table, heedless to the debauchery of it all in the bliss of near completion. Heaven itself couldn't have compared to what was happening in this boardroom. The most beautiful woman I'd ever known was worshipping my pussy with voracious enthusiasm, turning fantasies into a perfect reality, and bringing me to the edge of an ecstasy higher than any I'd ever known. In the depths of my pussy I felt my frantic heartbeat pounding in anticipation, the powerful coil of pleasure in my body preparing to burst at any moment. A hard squeeze of my hips and a moan of her own into my clit finally took me just over that great ledge, letting me dangle for a single instant... Before I could have ever hoped to comprehend the power of it all I was sent soaring by a finger gliding inside my entrance to set off my sweet spot.
Spasms rolled through my yielding body as I came in waves of delight so intense they burst inside me like fireworks, every surge of ecstasy filling me with warmth and pleasure so powerful they threatened to overload my senses. Vivienne worked in masterful sync to every throb, her tongue and lips enveloping my pulsing clit whilst her finger massaged my G Spot with firm thrusts, bringing out the most of every second of an already world rocking orgasm. Passionate squeezes of my own breasts only added to my delight. Through it all I trembled from head to toe at the marvelous unleashing of tension that was so similar to my prior release of pee it was impossible not to compare the two, a similarity I moaned at all the more loudly when thinking of how good it had felt to piss myself.
In my mind I let it all play again as I came; the impossible determination to hold it, the final submission to the inevitable, and then the glorious flow of hot, wet piss down my legs... All in view of the woman cradling my ass and sucking my pussy as if I were the most precious thing in the world. It was enough to have my head rolling back as I cried out for every last pulse of my orgasm from beginning to end, my hips twitching in perfect time until the overwhelming sensations began to grow gentler and give way to the afterglow. Vivienne maintained her superhuman pace without fail to the very last pulse, after which her mouth was drawn back and her fingers slid free. Plump lips left my pussy with a tender parting kiss as she pulled away for a few deep breaths of her own.
"There, see? Isn't it all better?" She cooed in a breathless voice she either couldn’t or didn’t care to try and control. Unable to even lift my head to look at her, I nodded as much as my neck would allow and let my limbs lay where they settled, my bare chest rising and falling in a series of deep breaths to soothe my body back to earth, something made far easier by the warm contentment flowing through me. I'd never known I could be so satisfied, a feeling that revealed to me how needlessly stressed I’d been my entire life if this was what true contentment felt like. If given the option I never would have gotten up again.
"I'll admit, you held it in much longer than I expected. When the door locked itself like I planned I was certain you'd give up right then... But you kept fighting until the very end. I was hoping for something exciting, and you certainly delivered."
Fluttering my eyes open at the unexpected but not unwelcome confession, I found enough strength to tilt my head to the side where Vivienne was standing, and saw her dabbing at her soaked face with a wipe like a restaurant patron after a fine meal. Only minor flaws in her otherwise perfect makeup indicated she’d done anything strenuous, and her lipstick was somehow the least affected. A delighted and devious smile answered part my first question even before I could ask it.
"You... You wanted me to have an accident?"
Finishing her tidy up and tossing the cloth aside, she approached my limp body with the same little bin of wipes from before, which she promptly set on the table beside me. Looking thoughtful for a moment, she began to talk as she leaned in to clean the damp expanse of my chest, taking on a more tender version of her dominant role. Cool lotion from the wipe felt like heaven against my hot skin, and I practically purred whilst she went to straighten my opened top, explaining herself as she tenderly took hold of my bra. "In a matter of speaking... All I really had planned was filling you with my "special" lemonade and locking the door, at which point I supposed you would use the little plastic trash bin. Watching you piss down your legs was a lovely surprise, to say the least."
"B-but... why?" I stammered, so baffled I sat upright as she finished latching and adjusting my bra. Without the thrill of the moment, the general laws of reality were returning in a rush, specifically how everything I’d experienced failed to make sense on any practical level. It was impossible enough to believe Vivienne had claimed me in the heat of the moment, but to hear she'd planned not only to make a move, but my accident as well, and had executed such a plan so seamlessly? My poor little mind could only take so much.
To my surprise she just chuckled, as if I was the one making no sense. Laying a playful kiss on my temple, she began buttoning up my top without a hitch, looking at me with the excited eyes of someone revealing very good news. "Because I knew you'd love it. I've been watching you pine after me long enough to know you very intimately, to the point I noticed things you tried so hard to deny... You always hold yourself to such rigid propriety, even when you know it’s not for you, shy as you are… I’ve seen enough to know the adorable strait-laced ones like you want to let loose the most."
"I'm cute?" I squeaked in reply, blushing at the praise despite the fact that my pussy was still out and slick from our recent escapades and my ass was now settled in a puddle on the table. Once again my reaction drew a laugh from her, and she left another affectionate kiss on my forehead as she finished buttoning up and brushing the wrinkles from my top. In the still delightful fog of the afterglow the tender gesture broke my expression of confusion with a soft smile.
"You're adorable. I had to take this opportunity to break the ice, or you would have stayed in your self imposed shell forever, and I couldn't let you lose the chance to be yourself. I'll freely admit I was more than a tiny bit motivated by my own desires."
Every word jumpstarted my thoughts, kicking my foggy mind into action just enough for me to comprehend what had really transpired. Vivienne had planned all of this, even to the point of ensuring the lemonade itself would make me desperate and I’d have no options of escape beyond me relieving myself right in front of her, all because she wanted me to experience something truly erotic and out of control. There was no denying she had succeeded, and that I had indeed never felt more alive than I was right now. Not to mention her motivation had roots in an attraction apparently shared between us...
"I'm part of those desires?" I said simply, framing the statement as a bit of a question thanks to disbelieving I could really be so lucky. To have a woman so beautiful want me, and then plan an elaborate scheme just to pleasure me and show me all the wonderful things I'd have never accepted I enjoyed otherwise; luck of such a variety was something you’d only see happening in fiction to people much prettier than myself.
A full laugh came in response to the mostly rhetorical query, which sent my heart fluttering anew. In addition to her bountiful curves, heaving chest and gorgeous raven hair, when Vivienne let out a full laugh it was the most enchanting sound I'd ever heard, and it still brought weakness to my dangling legs. Deep blue eyes met mine with levity in their depths. "I didn't just go down on you to be polite, Tina."
"Oh my gosh..." Was all I was capable of responding with, my hands rising to my cheeks in a bashful reflex. Just hearing her say it made the fact she'd done it all the more real and wonderful. What I'd feared would be my undoing had turned my world around for the better, as if I'd been freed from all the anxiety always holding me down in one explosive and, quite literally, orgasmic burst. I'd never felt so giddy over anything in my life.
"But for all the hassle, please let me clean you up for real." She said gently but seriously, encouraging me to lie back as she grabbed one of the thankfully plentiful wet wipes. Falling into the role of submissive as naturally as I drew breath, I opened up my sopping pussy to her, spreading my legs to reveal every inch of glistening skin. The entirety of my inner thighs was soaked with my own piss and slickness after what she'd done to me. Not to say I minded, in fact I was loving every second of the mess, especially as she began to wipe the cool cloth over the heated insides of my legs. Every motion was sensual but also tender, her soft smile bringing it all together to cement her place as my caring dominant. I had to hold back a not so quiet sigh of appreciation as she continued to speak. "I have spare clothes in my own office and the key to get us out of here once I'm done, if you'd like to change."
As much as I loved my current look for how it pleased her, the thought of something not pee soaked was definitely lovely for the near future, especially considering I still had to get home. The idea of her changing me also had implications I'd want to recall for later use... However, the thought of leaving reminded me the outside world did indeed keep going even as I enjoyed my little piece of heaven in a boardroom, and that the rules would be in effect at some capacity the moment I stepped out. Despite how wonderful this chaos had been I needed to have a few questions answered going forward. "What happens after we’re done here?" Looking at her hopefully when she glanced up from her work, I tried to convey how dearly I wanted the fun to continue in a quiet but earnest tone. I needed her to know my stuffy old life was not something I wanted to return to. "What do you and I do after today?"
"Tomorrow we give a shitty presentation to a room of assholes." She said simply, giving me a twinge of worry before she rapidly shifted her tone following a playful rub of my pussy through the cloth. Gasping in elated surprise, I all but melted into her arms when she purred out the rest of her proposal. "After we’re done, the day is ours, same for every day following if you like..."
"Yes!" I gasped out with almost palpable excitement, my contented body creating new heat at all the wonderful possibilities just ahead of us. There was so much about myself begging to be explored after such a revelation, especially if this experienced woman wanted to help me try it all. A glance back at the doorway put a bit of a damper on my plans when I saw the massive yellow lake I'd left in the carpet. Beneath my bare behind, a not insignificant slickness on the table added to the same problem, making me avert my eyes as I brought up the issue I had almost forgotten. "Oh, but the presentation... What do we do about my... Um... I made a bit of a mess…"
Vivienne didn't hesitate to wave her had as if to dust away the issue itself. "I know a crew who can come in and deep clean everything, I'd have hired them to do our setup for us, but I simply had to jump on the chance for some alone time…And don’t worry, my people are paid well enough not to ask questions."
"Can they... clean other rooms? If we need them to?" I asked a little more boldly, reaching down to lay my hands on hers as she brought in another wipe. Reading me thanks to the same clarity that had led us here, she happily let me move my hand alongside hers as she lingered over my pussy for an instant I swore felt like a blessed eternity, the intimacy of having both our fingers brushing my most sensitive spot bringing new heat to my cheeks. Guiding me to the very edge of the table for an embrace so sudden it felt almost protective, she bowed her head to bring her forehead to mine. Hot breaths met my lips as she spoke.
"But of course. We'll probably have so many meetings to practice for, we may just need to go through every room in the building." She finished her whisper before starting an especially loving rub of my clit, bringing in her lips to mine as I gasped and trembled from fantasies of everything stretching before me. "I'll bring the lemonade."
Lips met in a slow but deep kiss that was broken only by my tiny mewls of delight, her hands finding all the proper spots to entice as she continued to tease me through the wipe as it grew useless soaking up the results of her earlier attempt to clean me out, not that she allowed such things to slow her down. Through the kiss I could feel a deep well of emotions, like her passion to please me and her need to have me in every way possible, but above those feelings what stood out most was the taste. Perhaps I was still in a fog, but I could have sworn when her tongue met mine, I caught just the tiniest hint of lemonade. |
Chapter 1 - An Introduction to Emma
Emma flushed and inspected the damage to her blue-check pyjama shorts. A large, fresh wet spot covered the left side, darkening the colours. The twenty-four year old blushed, despite being alone. She'd hadn't wet the bed – or come close to it - since she was fourteen. And even then, that wasn't really Emma's fault. She stepped into the running shower, attempting to wash away the embarrassment of her close call. As she lathered shampoo through her auburn curls, Emma recounted the previous evening in an attempt to work out what had caused her to almost ruin her ten year dry streak.
She'd been at Laura's house, along with the rest of their friends, sipping beers and finalising transport arrangements for their camping trip the next day. In Laura's car would be her boyfriend James, Maisie, Alice and Kevin. Emma would be making the trip in Dave's car, along with everyone's tents, equipment and supplies for the week, most of which had been unceremoniously jammed into Dave's backseat that evening. With that out of the way, the group returned to Laura's living room, beer and conversation flowing. After two beers, Emma needed a wee. She would have just gone, but this was her first time and Laura's new flat and she didn't know where the bathroom was. The thought of interrupting to ask, while also announcing her need to the whole group, mortified Emma. Deciding she didn't need to go that badly, Emma crossed her legs. As two beers became four, the pressure in her bladder grew. She began to fidget more noticeably, crossing her slim legs one way, then the other. At one point, she held one of Laura's throw cushions in her lap to discreetly hold herself. Laura stopped talking to Alice and checked her phone. It was now or never. Emma steeled her self and prepared to ask where the loo was.
“Oh my god, it's nearly midnight!” Laura exclaimed, the universally politer way of saying 'please go home.' It made sense, after all everyone would be up early tomorrow so they shouldn't stay out too late.
Emma made it through the goodbyes and confirmations of what time people would be picked up. Finally, she was alone. Her bladder throbbed, as she clenched her legs together. Despite her flat only being a ten minute walk away, Emma wasn't entirely sure she would keep her jeans dry. With a deep breath, she took a step and surprised herself by not immediately leaking into her knickers.
I can do this. She thought to herself, as she hobbled down the street. Halfway there, she had to stop again and cross her legs. Her bladder contracted, trying desperately to push it's contents into Emma's jeans and down her legs. Involuntarily she held herself and bobbed up and down while stepping from foot to foot. Heat radiated across her cheeks as she remembered where she was. If it had been dark, Emma would have given up and flooded herself. As it were, it the summer evenings remained light with people milling around, walking their dogs and enjoying the warmth. And looking at Emma almost have an accident in the street. The people everywhere also meant that a stopping for a tactical whizz in a bush was out of the question. Emma would just have to hold it, she hadn't had that much.
Fighting back, she clenched every muscle she could. Emma made it to her front door without incident. Key in hand, she pushed the door open and started up the stairs. Never had she more despised living in the upstairs flat. Another wave of desperation washed over her. Her pink knickers were on the verge of suddenly becoming very wet. Finally, and surprisingly still dry, Emma reached the door to her flat.
Door opened, jeans unbuttoned and Emma ran to the bathroom. She missed the toilet, starting to go before she sat down. Pee poured out of her in a cascading waterfall the moment her knickers were out of the way. It splattered onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the back of her legs. Not even trying to stop the flow, Emma flopped down, tinkling on the seat as she did. She relieved herself, feeling the tension leave as her overstretched bladder emptied.
That must be it then. Emma concluded to herself. I tired my bladder out .
Wrapping herself in a soft white towel, Emma made her way to her bedroom. Upon re-inspection, there was in fact a small damp patch on her sheets. But that didn't count as wetting the bed. It was just a leak. The water she drank before bed, mixed with her poor, overworked bladder had caused her to have a 'pee dream'. Thankfully, the feeling of her shorts getting wet woke her up as she started having an accident and kept her bed mostly dry. Unluckily, a desperate dash to the toilet was in order, and a few leaks were lost along the way.
Emma sighed. Almost wetting the bed and destroying a ten year dry streak was not the way she wanted to start her camping trip. Especially when faced with a five hour car journey with Dave. How embarrassing would it be to wet herself in front of him? Well, it couldn't be worse than the time when her parents had put her in a pull up for a long trip and she'd ended up having to use it while they were stuck in traffic. Emma flushed red at the memory.
She shook her head, water droplets falling from the ends of her curls. Determined not to dwell on it, she dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast to wait for Dave to arrive. |
Chapter 2 – Laura's Morning
Walking through town bursting for a wee wouldn't usually bother Laura. Nor would the fact that she currently had to hold herself with both hands to prevent herself leaking into her jeans. Today though, she just couldn't seem to find the toilets. She knew there were public bathrooms in the town centre but for whatever reason she just couldn't remember where. Her need grew everytime she turned down a new street that didn't lead to her goal. Soon, she had to stop and cross her legs. Her brown hair fell around her face as she bent over. Desperately trying to not be desperate. Her bladder convulsed, threatening to empty itself into her light grey joggers. Joggers? Wasn't she wearing jeans? It didn't matter. Whatever Laura wore would end up just as wet if she lost control.
Finally, she spotted the grey roof of the public bathrooms. Laura almost wet her pants in relief there and then. Instead, she held on tightly. Hobbling along with her thighs pressed tightly together, the curvy twenty-three year old made her way towards her goal. The river next to her babbled away, water rushing over stones, taunting her. The river didn't usually run through the town, but it had made a special detour today to torture Laura.
The toilets – and Laura's relief – were only fifty metres away. Now forty. Now thirty. Now sixty. Were the getting further away. Laura sped up to catch them, despite the ocean in her bladder sloshing in protest. Eventually she caught the runaway bathroom, and saw the three cubicles that promised her sweet relief. With one hand firmly holding herself, and her bladder throbbing in anticipation, Laura swung the door to the first cubicle open. The toilet was destroyed. Her heart fell, and her bladder squeezed. A single drop of wee found it's way into Laura's blue knickers. With deep breath, Laura moved to the next cubicle. Inside she found a hole in the ground surrounded by filth. Despite her desperation, Laura couldn't bring herself to squat. Pinning all her hopes on the final cubicle, she threw the door open. A porcelain throne greeted her. Laura struggled to get the door locked, but it was too short to provide any real privacy anyway. She ripped her joggers down and sat atop the throne. From here she could see over the cubicle door and her reflection in the mirror.
Nothing happened. She was still dying for a wee, but it wouldn't come out. She sat on the toilet, full bladder contracting trying to empty itself but for some reason it couldn't. Laura tried to relax. A tiny dribble escaped, barely enough to provide any relief. The pressure continued to build. Laura pushed down on her bladder, pushing and pushing until finally her muscles gave way. Leaning back, sighing with relief she waited to hear the tinkle in the toilet. It never came. A warm wetness spread between her legs as she realised her joggers were still on despite her being sure she had pulled them down. God, she couldn't stop now though the flow was too strong.
Laura woke up wet. It took her a few moments to realise that she was weeing. Panic shot through her as she squeezed her thighs together to stop her accident. Her bladder felt heavy in her abdomen, full and distended. Laura couldn't lie still, rubbing her thighs together to hold it in. Despite having let some out, Laura realised she still needed a wee. Badly. Peeking under the duvet to asses the damage, Laura saw a dark wet streak over the right thigh of her grey jogging bottoms, and the beginning of a damp patch on the sheet. She must have woken up just as she started to lose control.
“Shit,” she muttered to the empty room. She could hear the shower running in the en-suite. At least James hadn't been in the bed as she wet it. Hopefully he wouldn't be in the shower too long, or Laura would have to try to get to the guest toilet at the other end of the flat. Unable to lie still, she rolled on to her back. A few drops of pee escaped her tightly clenched muscles. Laura whined, and pressed a hand to her crotch. Now she was properly awake, Laura became painfully aware of just how full she was. Her distended bladder pressed against the elasticated waist of her pyjamas. Unable to find a comfortable position, Laura started to fidget, the rapidly cooling wetness of her clothes against her skin making it harder to hold her wee in.
Normally, Laura would wear protection after a night of drinking. Despite not being a bedwetter as a child, when she started partying at university Laura realised that alcohol turned her bladder into a different beast. Many an evening out had been followed by and embarrassing walk to the washing machine with damp bedsheets. The doctor thought it was because the alcohol made Laura sleep more deeply, and her bladder couldn't wake her up when it was full. James had been surprisingly kind the first time she mentioned her problem, not laughing even once. James was the reason she'd forgotten to put it on last night. The previous evening they'd invited their friends over to discuss today's camping trip. Laura only drank one beer, but that was still enough to cause an accident. Despite that, James had insisted on cuddling after sex and Laura must have fallen asleep unprotected.
Laura whined as her bladder contracted and she started wetting herself once again. Trying to sit up only made the leak worse but she knew she had to do something. The way Laura saw it, she could either stay where she was and have an accident in bed or she could attempt to reach the guest toilet and risk pissing her pants on the way their. The now near constant dribble into her knickers made the decision for her. Laura sat up, gravity and her own body weight increasing the pressure on her poor bladder. For a moment Laura thought it was over. Now kneeling, her heel pressing against her pee hole, hands tightly holding her crotch and her thighs pressed together, she stopped the leak. But her dam was on the verge of overflowing. A wave of desperation sprung over her. She'd already peed so much she couldn't believe she still needed the toilet so badly. Rocking backwards and forwards, Laura held on with all her might. She tried to turn to get out of bed. Her bladder released. Returning to her original position stopped the leak. It dawned on Laura that she couldn't move. Her bladder was an over-filled water balloon and one wrong movement would cause it to burst. Tears stung her eyes. There was not helping it. One way or another she was going to wet herself.
At that moment, the shower stopped. James walked out of the en-suite, towelling himself dry. “Oh good, you're up. We're gonna be late-” he stopped himself, “are you alright babe?”
Laura didn't answer. The only thought in her mind was the toilet that she could now see through the bathroom door. The sight caused her bladder to pulse. She whined again, shifting her thighs.
“Babe?” James asked again, pulling his t-shirt on. “Did you, um, y'know?” James didn't know how to talk about Laura's bed wetting, he only knew how to be kind about it.
Laura nodded, her cheeks burning hot, tears falling silently down them.
James, now fully dressed said “were you wearing?”
“No, Laura said through clenched teeth. A small, constant stream was dripping into her knickers. “Forgot.”
“Do you still need a wee?” He was walking towards her.
“I'm bursting.” The strain in Laura's voice highlighted her need.
This time James blushed. “Well I'm done now, so you can go run the toilet.” He gestured to the now vacant en-suite. God, Laura longed to be able to get out of bed, to run to the toilet and release the ocean inside her. She tried again to leave her position, causing the stream to become stronger. She looked at James with tear filled eyes, shook her head.
“I-I can't move.” Laura whispered. “I'll have an accident.”
A two second leak soaked her knickers anew. Her shallow breathing turned to sniffles. James's arms found their way gently around her. “I'll help you.” he said softly. Slowly, he started to lift her into a half kneeling position. Her legs on the bed, her chest resting against him, hands still holding herself.
The sudden movement was too much for Laura. Her bladder gave way, unable to hold back the tidal wave inside her any longer. She clung to James's t-shirt. “It's happening.” She whispered, “I-I can't hold it.” The ocean inside her drained, liquid cascading down her legs and pooling around her thanks to the plastic mattress protector under the sheet. “I'm wetting the bed.”
Then she started to sob. Laura knew she wasn't really wetting the bed. What she was doing was uncontrollably wetting herself in bed, fully awake and just feet from a toilet while her boyfriend watched. Trying to end the embarrassment, Laura fought to stop her stream. Finally, after what felt like hours, she got her bladder under control. She still needed a wee though, cutting off the stream was only a temporary measure.
James cradled her head and stroked her hair. “It's okay sweetheart. Accidents happen.” Laura blushed again and looked away, as her control wavered and she started to forcefully wet her joggers again, before once again stopping the stream. She so desperately wanted to get at least a little bit in the toilet to not feel like a complete failure.
“All finished?” James asked, his thumb tracing her jaw line. Laura didn't need to answer as her control faltered again. “It's okay babe, you may as well finish there.”
For a moment, Laura sat stunned. Had James really just told her to wee herself in bed? She didn't consider the implications of this and instead stopped holding. Relief washed over her, causing her to moan, much to both her and James's embarrassment. When her bladder was finally empty, James helped her out of the now very wet bed. He peeled the soaked joggers and knickers of her legs and pressed a kiss just below her navel. “Go and get cleaned up, I'll sort this out and let the others know we're running late.”
Laura made her way to the shower half naked. Knowing James wouldn't tell their friends about her little accident comforted her greatly, but the fact they were about to embark on a week long boozy camping trip did not. As she stepped into the shower, she could only hope that her sleeping bag wouldn't be the site of a similar disaster. |
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 Jay-Gee. A story of two sisters. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site.
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Patience and Prudence: An Introduction (1 of 5)
by Jay-Gee
published in 2008
[edited and formatted by MrMakeHerWait]
My name is Patience and my twin sister is called Prudence. They're rather old-fashioned names; they came from a 1950s singing duo that my grandmother was very fond of. Usually we abbreviate them to "Prue" and "Paish". But in one very important aspect of our lives - our toilet habits - they turned out to be prophetic.
Prudence and I look very similar - tall, dark hair, nice figures and legs, and we tend to have similar attitudes and interests. We even go for the same type of boyfriends. But on the all-important question of emptying our bladders, we are very different.
We live with our Mum in North London. And since she gets a bit of criticism in this story, let me just say she has been a wonderful Mum. Dad disappeared very early on, and she made an excellent job of raising us. But once or twice she got things wrong. I don't really remember the difference appearing much when we were kids.
It all really started not long after our eighteenth birthday. We were going up to Scotland for a few days holiday, and we set off quite early in the morning on the motorway. Mum was driving. We made good progress for a couple of hours, and then stopped at a service station. Mum had a cup of coffee and Prue and I had enormous milk shakes.
Mum was having an argument with me. I was thinking of getting a new job, and Mum was dead against it. Prue got a bit bored with all this so she drained her drink, and wandered off to play a video game.
Mum and I finished our drinks and went to the Ladies'. When we came out, Prue was still engrossed in the video game, and we practically had to drag her into the car. Mum and I sat in the front, as the argument was still going on, and Prue was in the back.
When we'd been going for about three-quarters of an hour Prue, who I thought was sulking because she wasn't interested in the argument Mum and I were having, suddenly called out: "There's a service station in five miles. Can we stop? I'm bursting for the toilet."
"What, again?" snapped Mum.
"I didn't go at the service station, I forgot." said Prue, apologetically.
Mum was quite bad-tempered because she hadn't won the argument with me. "Listen, I've had eighteen years of you two needing a wee-wee when it wasn't convenient. Now you're supposed to be adults. Adults think ahead and go to the toilet. And if they forget they take the consequences. I'm not stopping again till lunch time."
And despite Prue's protest that that would be a couple of hours, and that she couldn't possibly hang on that long, Mum pulled out into the fast lane and sped past the service station.
Prue went quiet for a time, until we saw the signs for the next service station. Then she started up again: "Please, Mum, please stop. I'm sorry and I'll be careful in future. But I'm absolutely desperate. I just can't wait any longer."
But Mum wouldn't be persuaded.
"You're eighteen now, you're old enough to vote. You're old enough to join the army. You think if you're a soldier marching into battle you can just say: 'Excuse me a minute, I need to spend a penny'? Adults have to hold it. Cross your legs and remember to take precautions next time."
This was a bit unfair, as Prue and I had never shown the slightest inclination of wanting to join the army. As Mum drove past the service station without stopping I heard Prue make a little choking sound. I turned round and looked at her. She was curled up in a ball, swaying to and fro, sitting on her foot and clutching her crotch with both hands.
AND she was crying quietly. This shocked me. I hadn't realised just how desperate she must have been. Mum, of course, couldn't see any of this. So I tried to help:
"Mum, Prue really is desperate. Please stop. We'll both be more careful in future."
There was a bit of self-interest in this. The milk shake was making its way through, and I was getting quite uncomfortable, although it was nothing like the agony that Prue was in.
Mum isn't a cruel person, and she rather grudgingly agreed that she would stop at the next service station. But that was a good half an hour's drive away. "Please, Mum," squealed Prue, "Couldn't you pull on to the hard shoulder? I'll go by the roadside." But Mum had been reading in the paper about a woman who had stopped for a pee on the hard shoulder, and had been fined two hundred pounds; the magistrate had said it was not a legitimate reason for stopping.
"The next service station was what I said. Don't push your luck. I'm not paying a fine because you can't take precautions. Just cross your legs." As I could see by glancing round, Prue was well past the leg-crossing stage. She was holding on with both hands and the tears were flooding down her face. I think it was the embarrassment as much as the pure pain, but she was in a terrible state.
It made my own need to relieve myself more acute just looking at her. On we went for another ten minutes.
Then I heard Prue give a gasp, and she muttered: "No! No! No!" and started crying much more loudly. I turned round and saw to my horror what was happening.
Prue was wearing pale pink trousers, but now a huge dark patch was spreading across her lap, and then I could hear the sound of water falling onto the floor of the car. She must have had a full five hours' piss bottled up and now it was coming out, every last drop of it. And she was making a terrible noise, sobbing and swearing.
Mum couldn't see any of this, of course, and it took a minute or two for her to realise what had happened. At first she seemed furious, but then I think she felt a bit guilty, and calmed down. We were only about fifteen minutes from the service station, so we stopped there.
Mum got some clean clothes for her out of our luggage in the boot, and they went off to the Ladies' so she could change and clean up. She carried a newspaper in front of her to try and cover up the huge stain, but I think a few people noticed. Prue was just sobbing away, oblivious to everything.
I tagged along and went into a cubicle for a pee I now needed very badly. As it gushed out of me I thought of Prue's disaster and reflected: There but for the grace of God go I.
The rest of the journey was pretty miserable. Prue was obviously very upset and said nothing, while Mum was clearly contemplating the bill for cleaning the car. Prue cheered up by the next day, so it didn't spoil our holiday. But when I tried to talk to her about it, she just muttered "never again" over and over.
And so it was. From then on Prue became absolutely neurotic about taking "precautions". If she were going to be out of reach of a toilet for more than five minutes, she would rush off for a pee "just in case". She turned into one of the most prudent women I have ever known.
My own little adventure came a few months later. I was going out with a young man called Colin. It was nothing serious, but Mum was always anxious to encourage young love, and one Saturday when we were due to go the cinema, she insisted that I get Colin to come round for tea.
She was really friendly to him - a bit too friendly for my liking, as I didn't want anyone, least of all Colin, to get the impression we were on the verge of getting engaged. She baked a rather nice cake specially, and kept offering more cake and more tea to Colin and me.
Then, shortly before we were due to leave, she broke off from her cheery chatter about the weather and Colin's family to look at me directly.
"Better go to the toilet before you set out, Patience; you don't want to be uncomfortable during the film."
What a bombshell! Here I was, eighteen and thinking myself to be a very sophisticated young lady, off for an evening out with my boyfriend, and my Mum was telling me to go to the toilet! I must have blushed bright red and hoped that Colin didn't notice. I just gave a very forced little smile.
"I'm fine, thanks Mum", and then changed the subject quickly.
The irony was that I had been fully intending to run upstairs and have a pee before we got into the car. I'm not at all shy about that sort of thing, and it would indeed have been a good idea. It was about four hours since I had last spent a penny, and I'd had two large cups of tea. I didn't actually need but if I thought about it I could feel the first twinges in my bladder. A toilet visit at that point would have been quite natural for any sensible girl.
But could I go now? I would appear to my boyfriend as a silly little schoolgirl who needed her Mummy to tell her when to got to the toilet.
So we left the house with my bladder still full. And the more I thought about it the more I realised I did need to go. It was about half an hour's drive to the cinema and by the time we got there I really did need to pee. I'd been looking forward to a quick trip to the Ladies' as soon as we got to the cinema. But just as we parked a thought hit me.
If I nipped off to the loo as soon as we arrived, then Colin would think that my Mum had been right and that I should have listened to her advice. Of course, he would say nothing, and I couldn't know what he was thinking, but I was convinced it would be humiliating for me to have to admit that I needed to go. So I walked straight into the cinema as though I hadn't a care in the world, despite the nagging ache in my lower body.
It was, of course, a long movie, about two and a half hours. And by half way through I was desperate. We were near the end of a row and the cinema wasn't very full, so I did consider just getting up and walking out. But the only people going out were school kids, and I felt it would have been beneath my dignity to join them. And of course if I had gone out it would have been a clear admission that Mum had been right. So I grinned and bore it - actually not much grinning and a lot of bearing.
There was another problem. It wasn't the first time I'd been desperate in a movie - I think it happens to most women, to judge by the anguished fidgeting queues you generally find in cinema toilets at the end of films. But normally I would cross my legs and wriggle about - it does help a bit, though I've never been quite sure why. But of course if I did that Colin would notice - or I imagined he would.
So I just sat very still and squeezed my sphincter very tight. At least Colin couldn't see the movement of my eyeballs as I kept glancing at the clock as time moved on slowly, oh so very slowly. I really couldn't remember ever having been so desperate to pee. I thought of Prue, and wondered if it had hurt like this the day she wet herself. And I seriously considered the possibility that I too might have an accident. It was a pretty tedious film - or so I thought, though I've seen it again on television since, with an empty bladder, and it was a lot better.
I was just praying for the end so I could run off to the Ladies'. And then, just as the happy couple were rejoicing that all their problems were solved and promising to love each other for eternity, another thought hit me. If I went leaping off to the lavatory as soon as the film finished, then I would confirm that Mum had been right, that I was a silly girl who should have gone for a pee when her Mum told her to. Of course, Mum had been right, but I couldn't admit that. The sickening realization hit me that I was going to have to hold it for a bit longer.
At last the film ended. Colin said he was going to the Gents', but of course he had nothing to prove. So I just gave a superior smile, as if to say: you men are always peeing, but we girls can wait much longer. While he was having his piss, I did allow myself to hop from foot to foot a little, which made things down below feel slightly better for about ten seconds.
But as soon as I saw him returning, I was standing still and looking, I hoped, quite demure, apparently a little impatient that he had kept me waiting for a bodily function, which I was not troubled by.
I just wanted to go home, but when Colin suggested going for some coffee I could hardly refuse. So I sat at a table in a nearby coffee bar with him, and tried to discuss the film - what I could remember of it through a haze of lower body pain - in a calm and cheery fashion, slowly sipping the diuretic coffee as I did so. I sat quite still, my legs together but not clenched tightly, or not visibly so, I hoped.
There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to cross my legs, or better sit on my foot, or even better, stand up and do the pee-pee dance. But my internal muscles had to take all the strain - and all the pain. I didn't even dare let my eyes stray round the room to see where the Ladies' was.
Colin was hoping that I would go back to his place, but I made it clear that there was no chance of that this particular night. He was a nice boy, and accepted this without too much difficulty. He was prepared to wait for my favours. To be fair, waiting wasn't anything like as painful for him as it was for me.
As we chattered about the film, life and everything under the sun, I was conducting a fierce internal debate. Should I slip to the lavatory before we left or not? By now part of me was quite convinced that if I went at all it would look like a humiliating admission that Mum had been right.
On the other hand, the pain in my gut was putting up a powerful argument for the other side. Eventually I convinced myself that if I made it sound really casual, as though I wasn't in any serious need, I could allow myself to say something of the order of: "I think perhaps I'll just pop to the Ladies' before we go."
I was about to say this when he looked at me and said: "Do you want to powder your nose before we set off back?"
I was horrified. Had I been fidgeting so much that he had got the impression I was in need of a pee?
Did he think I was the sort of airhead who was too shy to ask to go to the toilet?
Whatever his motivation, I felt it would have been thoroughly humiliating to say "Yes". When I went to the toilet was my concern, and mine only. I didn't need anyone, Mum or boyfriend or anybody else, to tell me when to pee. So we walked to the car and got in. As I stood their waiting for him to open the door, I permitted myself a miniature version of the pee-pee dance, hoping he could see nothing.
There was a lot of traffic on the road and the journey took well over half an hour. It was pure unmitigated agony. Twice I had a wave of awful pain and thought I was about to lose control, but I remembered Prue's accident and hung on like grim death. When we got to my door, I gave him a big hug, though my mind was filled with the horrible thought that I might actually piss all over him.
He drove off immediately, and so as I fumbled for my keys, I was able to jump from foot to foot in sheer total desperation. I had been planning to run straight upstairs - my feet would scarcely have touched the ground. Indeed I had been savouring the anticipation during that long painful drive. All other ambitions in life - job, marriage etc - seemed trivial beside the thought of parking my bum on the toilet seat and letting the water flow.
But as my key finally turned in the lock, yet another thought hit me like a bludgeon. If I ran straight up to the bathroom, Mum, who was in the sitting-room watching television, would immediately realise what had happened. And indeed, she would probably comment on it, to my further humiliation. Whereas Colin was bound by the codes of convention for nice young men, Mum was quite capable of some vulgar remark like "Nearly wet yourself, young lady? I told you to go before you went out."
So, squeezing my lower muscles, as they had never been squeezed before, I strolled casually into the sitting room. Mum was watching some rubbish, but she turned it down as soon as I came in. She was alone - Prue was still out somewhere or other - and she immediately offered me a cup of tea. Tea isn't as diuretic as coffee, but it's bad enough, and I could feel every drop running directly to my overfull bladder.
Mum wanted to talk - about the movie, about Colin, about anything and everything. Meanwhile waves of pain were running through my stomach at ever decreasing intervals. The vision of poor piss-sodden Prudence kept appearing before my eyes. If I let go now it would far more humiliating. To wet yourself in a car, after having asked to stop, was bad enough. To wet your own sofa in your own sitting room would be the ultimate humiliation.
I gave it a full half hour before saying to Mum that I felt really tired and was going to bed. I got to the foot of the stairs, and had to discipline myself to walk up and not run. But at last this was it. I always went to the toilet before going to bed, so Mum would think nothing of hearing the flush. And she had turned the television up again, so she probably wouldn't actually hear me peeing; in any case, if she wasn't using a stopwatch she wouldn't realise there was something special about this particular piss.
And special it was. I sat on the toilet and let go, noticing with some self-satisfaction that my knickers were completely dry. It took a second or two to relax the muscles that had done such sterling service, but then it started - and went on, and on, and on, and on. It was like a never-ending cascade - how could a human body contain so much? Waves of pleasure spread through my body - it was better than any sex I had had thus far in life - though admittedly I hadn't had that much.
As the last drops oozed out I glanced at my watch. It was well over ten hours since my last visit to the toilet. I felt enormously proud of myself. The suffering faded, replaced with a profound sense of achievement.
Nobody, but nobody, needed to tell me when to use the toilet. In future I would go only when I felt the need. No more obsessive precautions, as Prue was always taking. I would go when I needed to, and not unless, and if I had to wait, so be it.
I would not be prudent; I would be patient.
Source:
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patience_prudence_intro_1.md |
(Wanted to write a fic like this for a while now! A friend of mine talked about it with me. I'll definitely make this into a series with more characters and scenarios, but at the moment this was partially to see if I could still write good desperation because I haven't written something like this in a good long while
Also I like to think you can enjoy this series without any prior fandom knowledge!)
An elusive and exclusive prep school loomed over the city, surrounded by trees and casting its shadow down onto the remainder of the buildings. Once the school was open for all elite high-school students who were hand-picked by the staff themselves to continue cultivating their talents and graduate with honors and a headstart on life, but due to recent events, certain aspects of the school had to be changed. Now only a former class lives in the school, keeping it as their permeant place of residence until further notice. Things are not all bad and dreary for them. In one universe, they get taken advantage of and picked off one by one, and in another, they find a way out and contribute to society. In this universe, however, things are good, but decidedly more wet.
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A blonde pigtailed woman sat at her array of computers, sighing in boredom to herself, resting her head on her hand. "Ugh, why won't they get off my case! How many times do I gotta send them videos?!" Junko groaned. "Even someone like myself can only wet themselves a certain amount of times a week before it just gets dull!" She stood up and instead focused her attention on the security camera feeds, showing all the rooms of the school as well as her various beloved classmates, going about their days. "I wish they could be good for something," Most of them were doing stuff that were boring her to tears; eating, reading, exercising, chatting, typical teenage stuff. Still...Junko recalled the various pieces of information one learned scouring the web as much as she did. Her classmates weren't as innocent as they appeared to be, and if there was one thing she knew from her favourite omorashi site on the whole Internet, it was that people loved seeing celebrities wet themselves! And she had an entire class full of celebrities! And what could cause a celebrity more despair than wetting themselves on television?!
She drooled starting to think about it and sat back down at her computer, typing some things out and changing some aspects of her clothing. She still needed to look the part of Junko Enoshima, sultry yet innocent fashion model, the part her sister was currently playing while she kept things in order from behind-the-scenes. Junko laughed to herself as she continued thinking about it. Making her classmates participate in some of her omorashi fantasies....it was more despairful than she could possibly bear!
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"Mornin' everyone!" Junko smiled politely, giving a peace-sign as she walked into the cafeteria with a tray full of drinks. Her classmates nodded at her presence even as she started to serve them. Luckily, her sister was nowhere in sight so she could easily put her plan into motion without any confusion from her class. A few of the more observant ones gave her more suspicious glances but still picked out their drink. She smirked to herself; she had spiked them all with powerful diuretics! Just to speed the process along, of course. Her next question was who to follow? She had her phone camera ready, she had fifteen possible choices...who would it be? The people on those omorashi forums all had different tastes and Junko knew she could only pick one classmate for the day....so many options though. From her daily and nightly camera sessions she knew she had different options; one was a bedwetter, two liked to pee outside, one had a small bladder, one had a desperation kink, one liked bladder-play, one had a 'peeing in uniforms' kink, the list went on.
"Enoshima-chan? Want to hang out with me today? I was going to sing some karaoke!" Sayaka asked cheerfully, making Junko nod.
She would do nicely.
"Of course! Lemme just put down my tray," Junko did so and followed after Sayaka, staring at her. She committed her look to memory; her long blue hair kept neat by hair clips, her smell of cherry blossoms, her thin yet muscular figure, her cute and simple blue schoolgirl outfit with black thigh-highs, and her large breasts. She looked like a perfect pop idol; fitting for being the Ultimate Idol, and anyone who knew their celebrity tidbits knew she was a hot commodity both on and off the forums.
Yes, perfect for her first target.
The two girls headed up to the music room and Junko hung back as she watched Sayaka set up the karaoke machine, smiling breezily. "What shall we sing? One of my songs?" She teased.
"We can sing whatever," Junko shrugged and took a microphone.
"Alright! Then I'll pick something!" A cheery pop tune blasted through the speakers and Sayaka danced a bit in tune, making her skirt swish. "Do you know this one?"
"Of course I do! What kind of a fashionista would I be if I didn't know popular songs?!" It was the truth, they always played stuff like this whenever she strutted down the runway. It wasn't bad, just overplayed to her.
Sayaka smiled and started singing, nice and cool the way an idol was expected to. She swung her hips around. Junko joined in, keeping an eye on Sayaka. Her analytical side started to come out as she recalled Sayaka drinking two cups of tea at breakfast, two servings of diuretics! She surely wouldn't be long now.
Of course, no omorashi fan worth her salt would possibly dare to partake in such an elaborate scheme without including herself! What would be more despair-inducing than your classmates wetting themselves in front of you? You wetting yourself in front of your classmates! Naturally, Junko filled herself up on five cups of tea before she made her classmates' drinks, knowing part of the fun of omorashi wasn't just watching people be desperate and wet themselves, it was also being desperate and wetting yourself!
She heard Sayaka get tripped up a bit and looked over, finding her bent over slightly and still trying to sing, wincing a bit.
"Hmmmm? Is something wrong?" Junko asked cutely. "You can tell me 'cuz we're both girls!"
"It's nothing." Sayaka tried to smile before she winced again. "Let's finish this song,"
"If ya say so!" Even Junko could feel her own bladder starting to fill, nothing major but enough to notice. But would she actually wet herself? Or maybe she'd make it while Sayaka was stuck and had no choice but to pee herself! Oh the despair! Or maybe she'd wet herself and make Sayaka even more desperate! Decisions, decisions!
Once the song finished, Sayaka moved to switch it to another, only to wince and let out a quiet gasp. Junko pretended to stare at her red nails but secretly watched Sayaka, who had bent over and tightly crossed her legs, a hand on her front.
"Sure you're okay?" She asked cutely once again.
"Well..." Sayaka stood up straight and looked around before stepping closer. "Don't tell anyone else, but," She played with her hair slightly. "I have a really small bladder. Everything I drink goes right through me! I was hoping I could've sung some more beforehand, but..."
Junko smirked to herself. "Come on, it's not anything to be ashamed of! We're all the best of friends in here! Let's keep singing!"
"Alright," Sayaka tried to focus on singing the next song, clearly one of her faves, but her dancing was less cutesy and more desperate as she bounced from foot to foot, her heels clacking on the floor. She anxiously tugged on the bottom of her skirt and squirmed around.
"Ya know, nobody's around....you could very easily go in something," Junko suggested, starting to feel her own need. "I gotta go too,"
"There's a bathroom on this floor, isn't there?" Sayaka tried to remember before pouting. "No...I don't think so,"
"Why does that matter? It's like ya said, we're both girls here, and all of us are friends on top of that!" Junko subtly pulled out her camera phone.
"Still...I'm an idol, I can't risk something like that," Sayaka seemed utterly uninterested in finishing their karaoke session, instead hugging herself tightly and trembling, her face pale. She tightly crossed her legs together and rested her back against the wall, squirming around.
Junko found herself wondering why Sayaka didn't just hoof it to the bathroom. There was nothing stopping her, she very easily could...was it possible Sayaka was more kinky than Junko originally pegged her as? She wasn't the one with a desperation kink, but she clearly was into something, otherwise she wouldn't keep this up, right?
Oh well. More desperation for her!
As she filmed, she felt her own need grow and subtly pulled down her super-short skirt, trying to hide it from Sayaka as best as she could. Actually, why did she care if Sayaka could see her or not?! She wanted Sayaka to see her predicament!
Thus, she rubbed her knees together and kept her phone hidden, faking a wince.
"Oh no, you have to go too? Let's go to the third floor, I know for a fact they have bathrooms there!" Sayaka grabbed Junko's arm suddenly without warning and dragged her off, nearly making her lose her grip on her phone. The two girls ran together until they reached the third floor, Sayaka gasping in surprise when she saw the girls' was closed for cleaning. "But how? We're the only ones here!" She bounced up and down.
"What a stroke of bad luck!" Junko gasped fakely, knowing her sister had set that up earlier to help her in her scheme. Though she supposed that would just ruin her own plan as well. "Maybe you could use the boys'!"
"No way!" Sayaka tightly held herself then, both hands clutching her blue skirt tightly. "There has to be something else...since I have a small bladder..." She took off running again and Junko ran after her, still filming her. The two ran until they reached the kitchen, Sayaka slightly out-of-breath. She looked around. "Can you keep an eye out?"
"Sure, whatever," Junko stood near the door but had no intention of keeping an eye out for anyone. She pulled her phone out now that Sayaka had her back turned and filmed more clearly.
Sayaka continued to hold herself tightly as she very slowly eased herself onto the sink counter, rolling up her skirt and pulling down her pink panties adorned with a bow, adjusting her stance. A few seconds later, she started to pee loudly into the metal sink, covering her face as it splattered down the drain. Junko noticed she kept her legs open ever-so-slightly to tease the briefest view of a stream and zoomed in on it with her camera, rubbing her knees together as the loud sound made her own need more urgent. Sayaka sighed in relief and redressed herself after the sound died down, jumping off the sink with grace.
"So...." Junko began, hiding her camera again.
"Since I have a small bladder, I'm used to peeing in strange places. You can't be picky in circumstances like that, you know?" Sayaka answered with a thoughtful expression. Junko felt as though it was something more than that, because why else would she deliberately avoid an actual toilet and pee in the sink instead? Whatever, it mattered little! She had some good content for her forum! "Want to finish singing? Did you want to go before we do?"
"Nah, I'm going back to my room. I'm done. Byebye!" She waved, dashing off. Sayaka waved back in slight confusion, wondering about the sudden urgency in Junko's character. She walked back up to the music room herself and started to put the karaoke machine away.
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In her surveillance room, Junko grinned to herself as she uploaded the video to her forum, twirling her chair around as she read the replies, almost all positive, as she expected. Who didn't want to see a cute and innocent idol being desperate and then shamelessly peeing in a sink like that? Still, Sayaka was one person out of an entire class. If Junko wanted to keep this attention and praise up, she'd need to tap into all their omorashi kinks and do so as subtly as possible. Sayaka was easy-peasy but she knew the others wouldn't bite as easily.
Still, that was a problem for another day. She loved all of her classmates so much, she didn't mind who she spent the next day with! Easygoing Makoto? Domineering Celestia? Shy Chihiro? Boisterous Aoi?
The options were up to her fabulous forum friends.... |
(I was really surprised by how much this blew up! So I decided to revamp the tags a bit to give everyone a much better idea of what they can expect from this series going forward, but for this particular part/chapter, the only relevant tags are female desperation/wetting, peeing into glasses, bladder-play/bathroom play, and some bondage)
Junko was absolutely elated! Her escapades with Sayaka were a huge hit on the omorashi forum and for a week she was the talk of the site! People just couldn't believe a cute and innocent idol who made her reputation based on her pure, girl-next-door looks and persona could be so shameless! And so happy about it!
Still, Sayaka was only one classmate. Her video was good for a week, but after a week had passed, people had moved onto other things and some asked Junko for new content. Content Junko was more than happy to provide, but she needed a target just as good as Sayaka. After all, she just mainly liked to pee into things that one shouldn't pee in, and anyone could do that and get a couple hundred views. She wanted to branch out and find a classmate with more specific tastes that belonged to them and only them. Telling her sister to go away before breakfast again, she dressed simply and gave everyone the usual diuretic drink set once more, trying to pick out a good target. Still, none seemed to present themselves. The cafeteria emptied out and Junko was left to sit alone, at least until the clack of red heels caught her attention.
"Celestia-san!" She greeted cheerfully. "Mornin'!"
Celestia said nothing, just stared with her piercing red eyes. She had long black curly hair in pigtails and wore an elaborate Gothic Lolita ensemble. She always claimed her name was Celestia Ludenberg but Junko was great at detecting liars and that sounded like a huge pack of them to her. Still, a target was a target, and who was she to reject one who just offered themselves up to her?
"A little birdy told me you are looking around the school for peers who are into desperation play. I suppose I could be of some assistance?" She asked coolly in her heavy French accent and archaic Japanese.
"No way, I totes know who is into what!" She waved Celestia off.
"No. I meant...I would like to offer myself up. Doing such a thing has fascinated me for quite some time but I have never gotten the chance to properly experiment. However, I hope that will change today. Meet me in my room in an hour," Celestia then walked off, leaving Junko alone.
Ah, yes. Spending the day with Celestia, the notorious Queen of Liars. Anything she was into was bound to be interesting, yet shouldn't be wandered into blindly. Luckily, Junko never had to worry about walking into things blindly, she had her twin sister for that!
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An hour later, just as promised, Celestia opened her dorm door to behold Junko standing there with another girl who looked a lot like her but with noticeable physical differences. "Right on time. Who is she?" She asked as Junko pushed her way into the darkly-decorated and extravagant room.
"My older sister, Mukuro! Pay no mind to her though. Anything you gotta do, do to her!" Junko explained happily.
"Oh," Celestia blinked. "Well, it matters little who I do this with as long as they are a person and preferably female. I may be straight but women are easier to play with, would you not agree?"
"Totally!"
Mukuro just sat on Celestia's bed uneasily, letting Celestia look her over. She was bony and pale where her sister was voluptuously and buxom, with a cute sprinkling of freckles, short black hair, and nebulous purple eyes. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and pleated brown skirt, black dress shoes and kneesocks. Plain and uninteresting, but it mattered little to Celestia. When she did her thing, the person's physical appearance didn't matter. What mattered was their endurance and pride and determination.
"Drink this. What kind of a hostess would I be if I did not offer my guests some refreshments?" Celestia held out two fanciful goblets of wine, making Mukuro frown.
"Uh, we're not-"
"Who cares?! It's just some wine!" Junko slugged her arm before taking her own drink. Mukuro drank hers down quickly, but Junko just sipped and feigned like she was drinking. What was Celestia's game? She had a very vague idea of what she liked, but that was it. She could observe, but that would take some time. Best to keep her wits about her. It wasn't being drunk she was worried about, it was being defenseless around Celestia, who was easily one of the smarter members of their class, as well as ruthless and manipulative.
Celestia ended up pouring Mukuro three more glasses, then took the empty cups and stacked them nicely on top of each other in a shape of a pyramid.
"Now then, why don't we kill some time? I would very much love to play some games with one of you. It is delightful to match wits with one as smart as I," She then smiled politely, and Junko shoved Mukuro off the bed.
"What will we play?" Mukuro asked blankly.
"Whatever I want, and at the moment I feel like some chess shall suit us nicely,"
Mukuro just nodded and helped Celestia set up the chess board, while Junko laid down on Celestia's bed, already feeling bored out of her mind. She had already predicted two tied games and an additional three wins from Celestia, so there was little need to actually watch them go down. She played with the settings on her phone, turning the camera on in preparation but not filming anything yet. Celestia poured Mukuro an additional three drinks but didn't drink anything herself, instead staring at her older sister with a calculated gaze on her face.
After a second game, Junko sat up and subtly smirked to herself. Celestia was still poring over her pieces, trying to decide how to move, while Mukuro, despite keeping the usual uninterested expression she always had, placed a hand on her stomach, looking at the empty wine glass. She wasn't drunk, Junko knew both her and her sister could easily outdrink any of their classmates when it came to alcohol, it was something else entirely. And she was completely ready to indulge in it.
"Would you care for another glass?" Celestia asked politely, pointing to Mukuro's empty cup.
"No," She replied back strongly.
"Are you sure? It is always important to be hydrated and I want to be a good hostess."
Mukuro said nothing.
"I believe it is time to explain what exactly I want. You will drink what I say, when I say, and you will also relieve yourself when I say. Is that clear?"
Junko smiled to herself. "You're into bladder-play!" She took out her phone.
"Indeed I am," Celestia smiled politely. "So again I ask, another glass?"
Mukuro instead looked at Junko, who nodded eagerly. She knew the real person in charge was herself; Mukuro would do whatever she said regardless of what Celestia wished. Unfortunately for Mukuro, Junko wanted the same exact thing as the Ultimate Gambler, and thus her older sister wasn't getting out of this so easy.
After Mukuro drank another glass, the chess game continued, with Celestia taking longer to make moves and Mukuro sitting up straight in her seat, still a hand on her stomach. They both ended up tying and so Celestia asked for another game, keeping her hands off the wine.
"My sister has awful endurance though," Junko sighed as she laid in bed, kicking her legs back and forth. "I was hoping this would be more fun,"
"Never underestimate how long I can continue these games. After all, I take pleasure in them as well," Celestia reassured her as she carefully moved her knight.
Mukuro easily moved her bishop, no longer holding her stomach but instead pulling on the edge of her skirt, leaning against the table slightly.
Junko was also observing Celestia. She drunk the diuretic-laced tea she was given that morning, but no sign of her being desperate yet. Still, she could likely bid her time a lot better than her stupid sister could.
The two black-haired girls played two more sets of chess, Celestia winning both before she stood up daintily, readjusting her dress. "I grow quite tired of this game. I think we shall try pool in the rec room,"
"Come on!" Junko chirped, pulling Mukuro out of her seat. Celestia easily poured another glass of wine and handed it to Mukuro, who drank it after meeting Junko's eyes. She kept pulling on the bottom of her skirt and fidgeting as the trio headed up to the rec room, Celestia setting up the pool equipment.
"It is not the most sophisticated nor ladylike or games, but I do enjoy partaking in it from time to time,"
"I don't play it much," Mukuro said as she took her own cue. Junko remained hanging in the back, just watching the two. Pool was more luck-based so she figured Celestia would win it as well, but that wasn't the purpose of the day. The purpose was to get more content for her omorashi celebrity fans.
About fifteen minutes into the game, Junko was still filming and Mukuro pressed her pool cue against her crotch when it wasn't her turn, fidgeting lightly on her feet. Junko frowned. "Come on, be more desperate! The omorashi fans wanna see you really desperate, not this stupid poker-faced charade!"
Mukuro jumped a bit but returned to her stoic nature and nodded, disregarding the pool cue and instead shoving both hands into her crotch, rubbing her knees and crossing her ankles together. Her face remained stoic so Junko just focused her filming on her sister's body.
"My, you already seem quite pent-up, don't you?" Celestia teased, gently running her hands on Mukuro's abdomen and revealing a small bulge there. "And yet still not desperate enough," She wandered around the room and opened up the steel locker, revealing some water bottles. "I wonder who put these here?"
Junko knew it was one of her other classmates who put them there; they spent a lot of time in the rec room and got off on holding it for long periods of time so that water was for them. They'd never notice if a bottle or two was missing though.
"Drink more," Celestia said, and Mukuro unscrewed the cap and took a few drinks of the water before she started trembling. "You must be near to bursting now! Actually, to be quite honest, I have had to go ever since this morning. I suppose that tea of mine went right through me. So you would not mind if I relieved myself now, would you? We are all girls here, after all," She revealed one of the wine glasses she took from her room earlier and sat on one of the chairs, stretching her legs out and lifting them in a position that made her dress fall up and reveal her black lacy panties. Junko kept filming while Mukuro stared, unsure of what was to happen. With one motion, Celestia easily slipped her panties down and revealed her area, placing the crystalline glass' wide mouth up to her urethra.
A light golden stream flowed out and splashed loudly into the glass, the transparent material making it obvious what was happening. Celestia smirked to herself as she did so; letting her stream taper off gracefully as she adjusted her dress and underwear and sitting back up. She carefully observed the liquid.
"It even looks like a wine in its own right," She smirked. "But do not worry, I would not make you drink it. Even I have a limit,"
At that point, Mukuro was tightly holding herself with one hand, pulling her skirt down and looking at the ground. Her pool cue lay discarded.
"Are you going to give me permission now?" She asked.
"No, I am not done with you yet. In fact..." Celestia took her filled glass and left the room, and Mukuro nearly left too until she caught Junko's eye. She lowered her phone camera.
"How much longer do I have to keep this up? I fail to see how this falls into our plan," She asked Junko instead.
"Silly sister, this has nothing to do with that old blaise plan of making our classmates kill each other for entertainment! Who wants to watch famous people kill each other?! This is where the money and popularity is at! Everyone wants to see famous people desperate and wetting themselves! What could be more despairful than seeing your fave starlet just making it to the toilet and then failing because of a wardrobe malfunction!?" She explained. "Way better than killing people but still gives me the despair I need! And I thought you'd be up for it too!"
"It just seems pointless,"
"Well luckily I didn't ask what you thought about it,"
Mukuro ignored her after that, shuffling her weight from foot to foot and keeping her hands away from her swollen bladder. Junko noticed it and walked right over, touching it and making her older sister gasp out loudly in surprise.
"Even with all your military training, you still have no experience in stuff like that!~"
"I have returned," Celestia announced, holding a thin piece of rope in her hands.
"I can untie anything you tie me in," Mukuro challenged.
"I know you can. However, I will not be the one tying you up," She handed the rope to Junko, who forced Mukuro down into one of the chairs and pressed her wrists together, tying them together with the rope. "We have decided if you manage to use the bathroom without undoing your ropes...then you can go, naturally,"
Junko started filming again while Mukuro looked away, squirming and wiggling around in her chair and tightly crossing her legs. She placed her elbows hard in her lap, still showing no emotion on her face.
The three said and did nothing for the next few minutes, eventually making Junko snort from boredom. "Come on, do something!" She demanded of Mukuro. "Are you just not gonna be desperate now that you're tied-up?! In most peoples' cases that would make them even more desperate!"
"You know about my....you know," Mukuro spoke cryptically at a whisper.
"Yeah yeah, I know, all about that gross habit of yours, I'll deal with it later. Right now, people want to know if you're gonna make a break for it!" She pointed to her phone, and Mukuro stood up and wiggled around before she dashed out of the rec room to the bathrooms on the third floor. Celestia was quicker and stood in front of the door, her mouth covered with her hand.
"Did you really think it would be that simple? I never gave you permission," She smirked.
"You said if I could go with my wrists tied," Mukuro reminded her, dancing around.
"Did I say that?" She got a thoughtful look on her face, tapping her lips as Mukuro continued to dance. "Hm. I suppose that I did. But what if other girls are in there? Could you deal with that?"
"When has my stupid sister ever cared about what others think of her?" Junko laughed. Celestia stepped aside and the two followed Mukuro into the bathroom who had to kick the door open with her foot.
Luckily, they were the only ones in the bathroom; nobody liked using the third-floor bathrooms for whatever reason. Mukuro slipped into a stall and stared down at the toilet, struggling a bit with her bindings. She squirmed around and shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to shimmy out of her skirt and panties despite them. Celestia watched with a studying look on her face, genuinely wondering how it would turn out. Junko filmed with her phone, wondering what Mukuro would do. Would she find some way to use it despite her bindings, or ignore her sister's wishes for once and pull the ties off herself? She couldn't figure out the outcome for once.
Mukuro kept dancing around, pressing her elbows against her bulging bladder before she finally placed her foot on the toilet lid for balance, spinning herself around. To both Celestia's and Junko's collective surprise, Mukuro sat herself down on the toilet with her clothes still on and her wrists still bound, staring down at the ground. Nothing happened for a few seconds before a wet spot appeared on the front of her skirt and spread a bit; drops dripped into the toilet water alongside a small stream. She didn't open her legs until Junko walked over and forced them open; her panties were black so there was no visible stain but the smell was strong and the hissing was evident as she continued to wet herself; a small stream was dripping from her soaked clothing. The small swell in her abdomen rapidly vanished as she peed, and eventually the sound and stream died down, leaving her with soaked panties and a stained and damp skirt.
"Well, I suppose that was one way of going about it," Celestia tittered. "Highly unorthodox regardless,"
"I would expect nothing less from my sister!" Junko said. Mukuro easily eased herself out of the binds, letting them fall to the floor as she stood up. She stared at Junko, likely wondering what would happen next. It never failed to amaze Junko how easily she could rope Mukuro into other situations and she would just go along. Maybe one day, if she really did consider killing their classmates....that loyalty would be remembered. "Anyway, go back to your room and change. Take the long way to the dorms. I want as many of our classmates as possible to see your wet skirt and have them know you wet yourself!~"
"Yes," Mukuro nodded and walked away.
As if their classmates would care, they all were super into omorashi in their own ways so they'd likely just get aroused or feel sympathy if they saw her, but it mattered little. It would make Mukuro feel awkward and that was the real goal. Junko turned her phone off.
"Today was quite delightful. I thank you for giving me such an enriching experience," Celestia smiled, resting her hands under her chin.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Shame Big Sis wasn't more cooperative or interesting,"
"On the contrary, I had a lot of fun today. More fun than I had in a while. I do so enjoy pushing peoples' bladders to the limit and controlling them in my hands,"
The two girls walked out of the bathroom.
"It was a lot of fun to do in gambling tournaments. They already felt prideful and arrogant about having to compete against someone like moi. They would serve drinks in longer tournaments. We had breaks, obviously, however I liked to torment my opponents by drinking a bunch and seemingly never needing to break. If I saw them wander off I would always daintily remind them I had not needed to rest once. Their lives, their money, even their bladders were all in my hands. It was very fulfilling," Celestia continued, smirking. "In some cases, I met opponents who were into such things. After their inevitable loss, we would still be in contact. They enjoyed being dominated by me in that area. To some people, I was known as Pisserella, perhaps not the most flattering or proper of nicknames, but it works. I had not had such fun in ages, so I thank you. If you ever desire to do this again, please let me know," She curtsied to Junko and then walked off.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Junko walked off in the opposite direction. She didn't really ask for Celestia's life-story, but whatever. She got her footage, and once she edited it and cut out the more useless parts, she'd upload it. She could only imagine what kind of a reaction she would get, especially with the added bonus of Celestia peeing in a wine glass. Sayaka might've been as typical as her persona, but Celestia was interesting and controlling. Further experiments with her were definitely in order.
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Junko uploaded the next video and rested her head on her desk, feeling exhausted suddenly. She'd go to bed and have to read and respond to comments when she next woke up, as well as see who was being suggested for next time. She didn't mind using Mukuro again if need be; true she had her own preferences when it came to peeing, but that mattered little to Junko. She vastly preferred letting her classmates experiment and perform their kinks of that nature on Mukuro because her older sister would never refuse and Junko has to film it all! She couldn't very well film herself if she was tied-up and desperate! Still, she couldn't deny a lot of it looked like fun.
After her video finished uploading, she turned her computer off and started getting herself ready for bed, her fourteen remaining classmates swirling around in her head. Still so many choices...she eagerly wondered who she'd get to play with next time. |
Hi everyone 🙂 I’ve lurked on omo.org for years now without posting, but I figured I’d take a crack at writing (give me feedback if you can, I’m not a seasoned writer haha). I enjoy everyone else’s stories so much! — I hope I can create a story some of you enjoy.
Dungeons, Dragons, and Desperation
“Ok I don’t stay up ‘till the crack of dawn like you lunatics, I wanna go to bed at a reasonable time tonight.” Erin retorted.
“It’s not our fault! Every boardgame James suggests ends up going on for hours-“ Jennifer complains from across the kitchen,
“Hey look last time was an exception, besides we’re still starting at 5:00pm like we always do” James interjects,
“Oh suuuure last time was an exception right”
“Yes! It was! Twilight Imperium was gonna go on forever, I told you guys from the get-go. Get off my ass” James slumps down into his chair at the coffee table defeated, with a stack of board games up to his chin in front of him.
Audrey turns from the pantry “I think the sourdough starter is ready, here take a look” she hands a jar over to Jennifer
“Oooooohhh that’s wonderful! I’ll bake some bread tonight how about that?”
Everyone else in the room erupts,
“Yes”
“Absolutely”
“Please I’m starving!”
“I’ll take that as a yes..” she whispers under her breath.
Audrey walks over to the coffee table while tying up her hair and sees James still with a defeated face. She sits down, crossing her legs and clasping her hands,
“How about you pick a new game, one you haven’t shown us before. Your suggestions are always good, even if they end up testing our patience” she proposes.
“Well I’ve wanted to show Dungeons and Dragons to you three for a loooong time but that might be a bit involved for tonight, I suppose we could stick with Catan or..-”
“Hold on, back up, I’m interested” Jennifer shouts from the kitchen while pulling out a pan.
“Yeah wait a minute I wanna hear this! I’ve overheard my roommates talking about this game, what’s the big deal?” Erin adds.
“It’s a role-playing game, it’s not very similar to the board games I usually bring because it’s a lot more… free form you could say?” James struggles to come up with words. “You come up with characters and go on adventures in a fantasy world that you create, but it’s not totally directionless there are some… some.. hold on-” he fingers through his stack and pulls out a large book near the bottom “Some rules! Well, guidelines. In this book!” He points towards the book in front of him with ‘Player’s Handbook’ printed on it. “Things to help you with world building and balancing gameplay. It also includes a bunch of classes, races, enemies-“
“-seems a bit thick?” Audrey remarks
“Well most of the stuff in here we won’t even use, it’s just a guideline. The dungeon master does all the world building anyway, I can handle that and you three can be the players.”
“Caaaaaaaannn we finish it in three hours..?” Erin sarcastically responds.
“We’re not going to finish it, we can just end when we want and continue where we left off next time”
The three girls glance across the room at each other with surprise and approval.
“Could we play aaannnyy… games?” Audrey smirks and can’t hold back a growing smile.
“Oh brother” James falls back in his chair smiling back, he knew exactly what she meant. Three engineering students who had lived together for almost three years, and a music major who’d been coming over with a stack of boards games every Friday night for at least half that time. Now that it was their last year in college, they’d all gotten too comfortable and knew each other’s shared kinks from drunken nights of truth or dare, rushes to complete projects, and other trials and tribulations they had been put through together.
But what they enjoyed the most was wetting. All kinds of creative games to see who could hold the longest or prevent each other from going to the bathroom. They all secretly loved to revel together in this guilty pleasure and maintain blissful ignorance that anything was strange compared to the ordinary world outside the apartment.
Audrey grabs a pair of sunglasses strewn on the countertop and walks into light streaking through the bay windows in front of the coffee table,
“I want to play some.. games.. James~” she says mocking a silvery voice as the light reflects brightly off her sunglasses obscuring her eyes. The other two girls giggle at the scene and join the fun,
“Come on Jaaaammes~”
“Let’s play some games Jaaammeess, I’ll get some glasses of water~”
Their giggles rise to laughter and James smiles amused. Suddenly an idea pops into his head, a great idea. He falls forward from his lounging position in the chair to lean into the table like a poker player with a good hand,
“I’ll make sure you’re all allowed to pee only when your characters are able to pee in the game!”
“Oooooohhh!”
“OOOhh yes!”
“Now we’re talking”
They assemble at the coffee table, joking and imitating a villain-like maniacal laugh.
Eyes drawn on James, he continues, now with a childish delight in his voice,
“You all have to drink when your characters need to drink and pee only when your characters find a bathroom.” He declares.
“Hey that sounds too easy, couldn’t we just pee at the side of a dirt road anywhere in the fantasy world?” Erin retorts.
“Na-a-ah unless you want to pee on the floor right here” James interjects, “since we won’t be leaving the apartment, all we have is a bathroom. That means you have two options: either your characters find a bathroom and you get to use the real bathroom down the hall, or you pee in your pants” he smirks while they glare at him provocatively. “Those are the only two options because that’s all we can simulate.”
The three girls pause to think,
“Well I can’t claim I’m not turned on” Audrey comments, “I accept your challenge, maybe just driven by my own curiosity” she concludes.
The other two nod in agreement.
“You gotta at least give us a fighting chance though” Jennifer responds, “If we get stuck in a situation that we can’t get out of, it better be from our own poor choices than your manipulation to try and guarantee we’ll wet ourselves.”
“I’ll agree with those conditions” James says as they jokingly shake hands.
In the afternoon, as the oven heats up and the birds chirp outside, their adventure at the coffee table begins.
***
“Oh please this is your fault we got into this mess!”
“Sis you better CAN IT! You’re the one who talked to those guards! We were doing soooo wellll sneaking in ~silently~ without a trace, my plan was perfect.”
“Oooooh I BEG to differ Erin, any plan that doesn’t involve sneaking into a castle to steal a spell book that only you need ought to be a better plan than this one!!” Jennifer stands and shouts across the table, but a cramp from her bladder quickly suppresses her plight as she falls back into her chair to hold herself.
Meanwhile Audrey sits opposite the two girls arguing, head in hands, ignoring the fiasco to focus her attention on controlling her desperation.
Erin, always a little self-conscious about her 5’ 5” stature, plays a very big 6’ 8” half-orc female wizard with flowing garbs that entirely contrasts her real-life appearance with a simple but utilitarian graphic tee with leggings and slip ons. Her dark slightly wavy hair is short enough to stay out of her way but long enough to touch her shoulders and compliment her rounded half-asian face. On a normal day she’d be slouching in any chair she sits, and there’s a 50% chance she won’t bother wearing a bra in the apartment — however she’s rigid and squarely planted in her chair while arguing with Jennifer to avoid exacerbating her bladder.
Jennifer wears a loose sweater with skinny jeans, moccasins, and large round glasses. She’s tall enough at 5’ 11” to be spotted across campus and is thinly built like a model with long blonde hair, but she chose to play a tiny 3’ 3” male gnome because the idea of playing a character totally unlike her was exciting, especially with her idea to act out a genius-tinkerer and sharp shooting ranger.
Audrey is still sitting tightly cross-legged in a white sun dress with avocados on it and flip-flops. She’s generally the only one of the three who wears makeup or cares about how she dresses. She regularly draws stares from guys in her electrical engineering labs but doesn’t seem to mind. She’s always been the negotiator of the group, and the most emotionally mature despite being the youngest. She’s also fairly tall at 5’ 9” with a large bust and mixed caucasian face, her long wavy brown hair either tied up in ten different ways or left flowing behind her.
Although she hates to admit it, Audrey can’t hold her pee to save her life and almost always ends up crestfallen and damp at the end of their challenges. Jennifer on the other hand has long-proven herself the endurance champion, but rarely lasts the longest as she likes to drink more to have fun and push her limits. Erin plays fair, only ever drinking as much as necessitated by their games and holding the strongest resolve — she usually lasts the longest, but not without struggling due to her smaller size.
And then there’s James.
James is almost always entertained by their kinky antics, but only joins in on the omo fun after enough poking and prodding from the other girls. It’s not like he could ever hope for the same with his uptight roommates, so walks two blocks over to the girls’ apartment almost every day. As a musician, he practically only owns five sets of black dress pants and white collared shirts, so that’s usually what he wears day-to-day because he’s too busy to find anything better. He’s thin and lengthy at 5’ 10”, without much muscle or melatonin in his skin from practicing inside too much, and his medium-length straight black hair with an almost boyish cut that didn’t have an opportunity to leave high school certainly doesn’t help. Despite that, he has a cute half-asian face and a charismatic presence with positive vibes following him anywhere. He’s open-minded, conversational, and a bit of a polymath. The kind of guy to know how to solve a Rubick’s cube and woo women.
He watches the argument unfolded, fully entertained by their squabbling and aroused by their desperation.
“Alright let me remind you why we’re here Jennifer because cleaaaarly you don’t remember-“
“I do reme-“
“We started in the desert, and you know what you need in the desert?”
Jennifer glares at her without moving.
“Water?”
“WOW amazing guess!” Erin sarcastically responds, “Well, we got it! Oh boy did we get it! That dude who gave us the camels showed us the way to the oasis kingdom and James figures now that we’re surrounded by water a-plenty after trudging through a desert for days we better drink at least four glasses each, or apparently six if you’re a 6’ 8” half-orc like me!” she seethes at James.
“Yes of course, your character is huge, you’re gonna need to intake a lot more water for your body-“
“Yeah yeah yeah don’t lecture me about my mistakes, I still think Jennifer conspired against me with you by picking a tiny gnome of all characters.”
“She drank just as much as you and Audrey.”
Erin brews silently, unable to come up with a response. She shifts her weight and moves her hips uncomfortably. Jennifer bounces up and down with both excitement and frustration painted on her face.
Erin, with a trailing voice, “I just wanted to talk to the camel, that spell book has a spell in it that would allow me to make friends with animals..”
“We know.”
“We know.”
“You three are gonna need to make some sort of escape, you’ve been hiding in the castle for a half hour now. Face it, the gig is up, the guards know you’re all there, good luck getting that spell book”
“But James what if there’s a bathroom in the castle?” Audrey pleads after being silent for a while. She knows she doesn’t have long, she really needs to pee. Her panties now have a small wet spot on them after she briefly let a spurt out two minutes ago. She stares at him with downcast eyebrows and hope slowly draining from her face. “Please?”
“Sorry, I’m in charge here. You guys don’t even know where a bathroom is in the castle, you would have to look all over for it. Are you sure you wanna do that?” He says, unable to contain his wide mischievous grin.
“AH!-“ Jennifer shrieks and forces her hands between her thighs, breathing quickly. “Never mind, I’m good”
The other three break their despondence to momentarily laugh,
“You alright there Jennifer?” Audrey cracks at her,
“S t i l l i n c o n t r o l !” she strains a response.
“Alright, I’ll give up on the spell book, lets just hope we get out and find some tavern in the city or something” Erin finally concludes.
“Weeeelllll you might want to stay away from the city too, guards patrol there at night and I’m sure they got word by now that someone tried to break into the castle..”
Audrey’s eyes widen at James as she feels a shiver pass over her and accidentally lets a big spurt out while she’s distracted. The gap between her thighs dampens, and she covered her mouth with her free hand to repress a gasp. The others attempt to bargain with James unsuccessfully.
“Erin, your character needs another drink of water~”
“James I cannot believe your absolute audacity-“
“You’ve been cooped up stuck in a castle for long enough without drinking, sorry Erin there’s no choice, one full glass” he teases her.
She quickly jumps up and pours a glass, then chugs it while maintaining blistering eye-contact with him. As soon as she finishes she bends over in pain — her face grimacing as she hobbles back to her seat.
“Wait Erin can you get me the pitcher?” Jennifer quips,
“Get it yourself!” she ekes out, boiling over with desperation.
“I caaaant!”
“Why do you want to drink?! You don’t have to, you’re a gnome!”
“I want to” she smiles and somehow manages to get up to pour a glass to match her roommate. After gulping it down she proudly exclaims “Nine!” and sits back down. Audrey stares in disbelief.
“Are you gonna try to escape the castle one of these days?” James finally comments.
Erin: “How? The door’s locked!”
Audrey: “I can barely concentrate as is”
Jennifer: “I’m about to pee myself!”
Jennifer lights up and interjects “Oh! Oh! Erin, you could try and cast mage hand to open the door from the other side!”
“Oh that’s smart Jen, that might actually work. James let me roll a d20 for success before I burst-” her hand reaches out to grab the die but quickly recedes back to her crotch again as she feels a sharp pang. James agrees, and she recomposes herself with a few meditative breaths and rolls the die.
“An 18! An 18!-“
“Yaaaaaayy!” Jennifer shouts
“You succeed!” James proclaims, “But you need to hold your hands in position while concentrating to sustain the spell long enough” he demonstrates by cupping his hands near each other to make it look like he’s holding an invisible orb.
“Y-y-you mean, i-in real life?” stammers Erin.
“Yes of course, this is a role-playing game Erin” James replies with devilish delight.
Erin’s face washes over with fear. She’s close to bursting, with her hands tightly jammed between her legs while rocking side to side. She crosses one leg over the other and waits until her desperation subsides enough to slowly remove her hands and hold them up.
She acts out the spell to conjure a magic translucent blue hand, “Alright I’ll grab a lock pick out of my bag and move the hand across the room up close to the ceiling so the guards can’t see, and pass through the door…” James nods and she continues, “I’m going to insert the lock pick a-a-and-“ she’s interrupted as a slow trickle starts to escape into her leggings uncontrollably-“Aaaah!” she shrieks and jams her hands back between her legs to stop the flow.
“Whoops looks like your mage hand disappeared, you lost concentration!” James exclaims.
“Oh come on James!” Jennifer begs,
“James I’m this close to drenching myself, why should I bother giving an ounce more effort?” Audrey says while shimmying her butt on her seat.
“Don’t give up yet Audrey!” Jennifer contests
“I don’t have a good answer to that Audrey” James laughs, “Doesn’t look good now but who knows? Maybe you’ll get out of this one.”
“Audrey I just need to t-t-try again, I can do it” Erin whimpers. Her crotch is freshly wet again as another spurt escapes. Jennifer gets up to jump a few times and hunches over holding herself. Audrey rumbles her feet against the floor. Erin holds her hands out again while trembling,
“I grab another lock pick and move the hand across the room. I start picking the pins, James how long is it gonna take?”
“Depends on your lock picking skill”
“What, what?! I don’t know that I need to look at my character sheet I-“ a trickle starts again and she stops mid speech to focus completely on tightening her thighs and stopping the flow while holding up her hands. “James I need to keep the spell going I can’t reach to grab my sheet! Ooooh oooh god no!” there’s nothing she can do as the flow comes back stronger and she starts completely pissing in her leggings.
With her hands frozen in the air, she whimpers “guys.. I’m peeing.” and gives up all control, uncrossing her legs. Pee shoots out with full force, hissing as it pools in her leggings and drips off the front end of the seat between her legs forming a waterfall. “Aaaaaaaahhh that feels so good” she exclaims, closing her eyes with ecstasy. “Aaaaaahhh…” she leans back while continuing to pee in her leggings for another 25 seconds. Jennifer watches with exhilaration while bouncing. Audrey feels a sudden twang of pain harder than the last as pee shoots through her panties.
“That’s it, that’s it! I’m done. I can’t take it anymore. If Erin can’t last then I certainly won’t” she declares defeat and lets go of her sphincter, instantly releasing a torrent of pee through her panties. She spreads her legs and leans with her elbows on the table and head rested in her palms smiling with relief. Her pee covers the chair beneath her creating a rushing sound that resounds through the room, and it drips down her dress to pool underneath her feet.
“I love that feeling” she says while blushing at James who stares at her back.
“Looks like Jennifer wins again” Erin replies,
“I don’t know how you do it Jen, I really don’t” Audrey looks over to admire her while still relaxing and peeing in her seat.
“Hehehehe” she giggles while beaming with victory. “I’m completely dry this time, you guys didn’t stand a chance!”
“I guess I might as well finish that spell, third times the charm right ladies~” Erin cracks, and goes through the paces to unlock the door, only this time with her bottom half sitting in a puddle.
“There we go, unlocked!”
“Huzzaaaaah” Audrey jokes with a monotone voice.
“Alright, I’ll drink two more glasses of water and see how long I can last” Jennifer declares, getting up slowly to pour a glass at the countertop.
“Oh you’re not going to last one second, not even you” Erin retorts.
“Don’t doubt me!” she yells while pouring.
“This will be interesting” James comments, his cheeks red from excitement and arousal. “Enjoying the show, James?” Audrey jokes, “Oh absolutely, when do I not?” he laughs.
Jennifer shouts “Eleven!” after downing two more glasses quickly and returning to the table. Her sides cramp up hard and she crosses her legs, balancing on one foot while leaning her arm on table. She belly laughs, “Oooh boy I’m gonna regret this decision.”
“I’ll make a run for it past the guards and out the door, I’m small maybe they won’t see me!” she says, and rolls a d20 for success. “A seven-oooooh no James please come on that’s good enough!” she cries out.
“Oh man you wish you had gotten lucky there Jen haha” he responds,
“Pleeeease come on James I gotta escape I’m dying here!” she bounces up and down uncontrollably. “James what’s gonna happen Jaaammeeess!-”
“-aaaah well the guards notice you but you start running as fast as you can.” Jennifer gets up and starts running around the coffee table-“I’m running James! I’m running! Let me out!” She turns down the hall and sprints down to touch the front door and run back. As she returns she feels a sharp pain and pee briefly spurts out her jeans, creating a quarter-sized dark spot. She grabs James’s shoulder and leans on him while holding herself tightly. She squats down and turns in front of his face with a manic smile saying “What-do-I-dooo?! Help! Whaaat what do I do??”
“Uuuuuhhhhhh” looking at her he bursts out with laughter “JAAMESS I’M GOING TO PEE IN MY JEANS WHAT DO I DO???”
“Aaaathere’s a gate! You see it across the castle’s courtyard” he blurts out, “Run over to it!”
“Roll a d20?” she yelps
“Yes! yes! Here!” He laughs handing it to her and she throws it on the floor across the room. Erin and Audrey erupt in laughter. “Noooooo!” Jennifer goes running after it, tip toeing and dancing while holding her pee. She squats down holding her glasses, “Seventeen! I’ll take it!” and sprints back across the room to her seat.
“Alright you run through the gate into the city square. More guards see you and come running after you” he responds.
“What?! What now?? I’m gonna keep running!”
“You’re a three foot gnome!” he yells, but she stares with her eyes burning into him, “You don’t make it very far, you get caught running down an alley and the guards pull you up off your feet with your legs spinning and dangling!” the other girls laugh.
“Uuuuhhh.. uuuuuhh” Jennifer wiggles frantically as more pee escapes into her pants. “I’m not gonna make it! I’m gonna pee myself! I’m gonna pee myself!” she says with a trembling voice, “Save the shoes!” She flicks off her nice moccasins across the room and relinquishes her struggle, suddenly halting her movement. “Aaaaaaaahhhhh” she exhales with a moan as pee pours out of her, rushing into her jeans. Her pee hisses loudly and quickly spreads, darkening her pant legs. Her sweater underneath her butt quickly gets soaked with piss. She leans back on the two rear legs of the chair and her pee sloshes backward forming a warm puddle in front of her crotch.
“I haven’t felt this good since the last time I peed myself” she jokes,
“Hah! Neither have I!” Audrey replies.
Erin smiles and rolls her eyes — the first to falter despite wanting to last the longest. Jennifer continues to pee in her jeans for 20 seconds before settling to a trickle. She falls forward in her chair and her puddle pours onto the floor, spreading underneath the table.
“I could have lasted longer” she exclaims, “but it’s too good to resist. When can we play again James, that was fun hehe~”
“Yeah I wanna get our characters out of this mess we got into, no matter how many drinks it takes!” Erin adds.
“You girls can have all the time in the world to play if you want, I’ll look at my schedule” he responds cheerfully.
“Thanks James, I gotta go change and work on some circuits homework” Audrey comments,
“Yeah I’ve got stuff to do, thanks James this was fun“ Erin adds.
To be continued. |
Brenda sat and made herself comfortable. Exhaling a deep breath, she relaxes and eases her control. It starts as a slow trickle but in due course the pretty brunette and high school senior is peeing a forceful stream. She relaxes and listens as her pee stream splashes noisily into the toilet water below. It feels good. It feels good certainly to be getting relief as her bladder had been unusually full at the time. But it also feels good to be doing so while sitting all the way down on the toilet seat. That’s something Brenda would never do in the girls’ rooms here at West Beverly High School.
As Brenda’s bladder continues to pee a forceful stream, she notes how nice it is to be here in a faculty bathroom while doing so. She particularly likes this one -- a single user type bathroom with a toilet and a sink all behind a full, lockable door and tucked away in the back of the school library for maximum privacy. And it’s most definitely immaculately clean as compared to even the nicest of her school’s student facilities. “This sure beats squatting in the girls’ room,” Brenda thinks to herself as today’s unusually long pee stream slows to a trickle, “This sure beats the noisy and always crowded girls’ room downstairs across from the school cafeteria.” Offhand, one would think that the girls’ rooms here at upscale West Beverly High would be quite nice but they weren’t that at all -- at least not as far as Brenda was concerned.
But taking her usual lunchtime pee was not the real reason that Brenda had decided to sneak all the way upstairs to the school library. Normally, that girls’ room in basement across from the cafeteria here at West Beverly is where Brenda goes -- typically with her friends Kelly and Donna -- to takes care of such business pretty much every day during lunchtime. But such is not the case today. As her pee stream dissipates, Brenda once again adjusts her position on the toilet seat -- shifting herself forward just a bit -- and gives it a gentle push. When her bowels -- at first -- fail to respond to that, she then gives a more forceful push trying to get things started. That causes another quick spurt of pee to escape and splash into the toilet. This causes Brenda a bit of a surprise. The prissy senior beauty had not been blessed with a particularly large bladder -- her lunchtime bathroom trips had become a regular practice for her at school since her bladder is always quite full by that time -- and she’d already peed a longer stream than usual for her. She remembers, though, that she was quite thirsty and drank an unusually large quantity of water after gym class earlier that day.
More so than getting out that last bit of pee, though, that push, as intended, sets Brenda’s bowel movement in motion. It starts slowly at first but it’s most certainly a strong, healthy bowel movement that slowly makes it way out of her shapely behind. She sits there comfortably -- quite content in that more private bathroom there in the school library -- as the solid, well-formed “log” of fecal matter slowly but surely pushes itself out. Having to do this was, of course, the real reason that Brenda had snuck up here to use this very nice and quite private faculty bathroom. The dirty and hectic student bathroom downstairs by the cafeteria was fine -- well, not really fine but at least tolerable -- for her daily lunchtime pee, but this particular bathroom was obviously much more suitable for this particular bodily function. Once started, Brenda doesn’t need to push again. As more and more of it comes out, it’s progress is steady and it’s momentum coming out only gets stronger. Eventually, Brenda feels it start to taper off and inevitably it drops and gently splashes into the toilet water below. Giving it another push just to make sure, Brenda feels that nothing else is forthcoming from her bowels. Her bowel movement is quite finished and Brenda breaths a sigh of relief at having gotten it out -- again especially enjoying the very clean and private surroundings of this faculty bathroom. Brenda is used to having quite healthy and impressive bowel movements -- especially for a girl who isn’t very big -- but this one is a little bigger than most. She considers it having been well worth the effort to sneak all the way upstairs to the library to do her business here. “The teachers have it way better than the students when it comes to bathrooms,” she thinks to herself, “Even here at West Beverly.”
Reaching for the toilet paper, Brenda then makes a thick wad and proceeds to wipe herself. She’s quite surprised with the quality of toilet paper here as well. It’s certainly much nicer than the crummy, one-ply stuff they get in the student girls’ rooms. For her second wipe, she takes a much smaller piece of toilet paper as there is clearly no need to wad it up as thick as she is used to doing in the girls’ room. In just three wipes Brenda has her backside clean. And with another quick wipe, Brenda dries herself as well. Pulling the handle, she then initiates a powerful flush that sends the whole agglomeration of pee, bowel movement and toilet paper swirling down the drain. In due course, she pulls up her panties and jeans and steps over to the sink where she carefully washes her hands. “Man, even the soap dispensers work better in the faculty bathrooms,” she thinks to herself. Brenda is a bit of a prissy sort and washing up -- especially after going #2 -- is something she takes quite seriously. But she is disappointed in the hand dryers that they have here in the faculty bathroom. She notes the old fashioned paper towels they still have in the girls’ rooms dry your hands much faster.
It’s all good as Brenda unlocks the door and leaves the restroom feeling relaxed and quite relieved. It’s all good until she’s quickly greeted by Miss Rye. Miss Rye is filling in as the new Assistant Principal here at West Beverly High and she’s in charge of discipline.
What were you doing in there?” she then asks the pretty senior brunette. Brenda is startled by her presence. “Does she really want me to answer what I was doing in the bathroom?” Brenda thinks to herself. But Miss Rye asks her again, this time with a decided impatience in her voice. “Um…I was going to the bathroom,” Brenda then tells her, hoping that more details won’t be necessary. “And I suppose you didn’t notice the sign on the door?” Miss Rye asks her, “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you didn’t know that was a faculty restroom you were using?” In doing so, Miss Rye points to the “Faculty / Staff Only; No Students Allowed” sign on the restroom door. Obviously, Brenda knows better than to try to lie about it. She tries to just casually brush it off, but the new Assistant Principal isn’t having any of it.
“What is the meaning of this, young lady?” she then asks Brenda in a decidedly angry tone. Brenda, of course, has no choice but to admit that she knew that particular bathroom was off limits to students. The senior beauty then explains that it was her lunch period and she snuck up there from the school cafeteria to use the bathroom. “We have a lavatory right there across from the cafeteria,” Miss Rye reminds her, “It’s there for the precise reason so you girls can use it on your lunch period.” Brenda then has little choice but to confide in the Assistant Principal that she “had to do more than just pee” and that’s why she came upstairs to use this particular bathroom. She explains that she wanted more privacy to do that than the girls’ room down there -- crowded with other girls on their lunch period -- would provide.
Brenda’s explanation -- at first -- seems to strike a chord of sympathy with Miss Rye. “I see,” she says, nodding her head, “I guess I can understand why a girl might want a little more privacy when it comes to doing that.” “But it’s still no excuse for using a faculty lavatory,” she then tells Brenda, in no uncertain terms, “There’s simply no excuse for that.” She explains that she perhaps could have excused it if Brenda had she snuck away from the cafeteria and instead used a different GIRLS’ room, but not for using a faculty one instead. “Maybe if you had used the GIRLS’ room up here on the second floor, I could have let it go,” she tells Brenda, “But I just can’t excuse a student using a faculty toilet instead.” “Do you think you’re too good to use the student bathrooms or something?” she asks the girl. Brenda takes the question as rhetorical. “I’m sorry but there’s just no excuse of you using a faculty lavatory -- there just isn’t,” Miss Rye admonishes her, “There’s just no way I can let you get away with that.” Brenda, obviously, doesn’t like the sound of that.
She then takes Brenda directly to the detention room that adjoins the Assistant Principal’s office. She tells Brenda to “sit down and make yourself comfortable.” The pretty senior brunette doesn’t like the sound of that, either -- the implication being that she’s going to be here awhile. Miss Rye then takes several sheets of paper and writes something on the first page. Handing the packet to Brenda, Brenda sees what it says -- “I will not use a faculty lavatory again.” “You’ll write that 500 times,” she then tells the pretty brunette, “And that’ll be due before you leave school today.” Brenda is stunned -- is she really going to have to do punishment writing? I mean, here she is -- an 18 year old high school senior -- and she’s being made to write sentences like a little schoolgirl. And 500 times, too boot? And all for just using the toilet?
Brenda immediately proceeds to argue the point. But Miss Rye remains firm. “Do you think you’re some kind of privileged character around here?” she asks Brenda rhetorically, “Do you think the rules don’t apply to you?” “Or maybe you think you think you’re just special,” Miss Rye continues, “Maybe you’re just too good to use the regular bathrooms like your fellow students do?” Immediately, Brenda can tell she wasn’t going to win this argument. All she could hope for now was some kind of leniency. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she tells the Assistant Principal, in her most contrite tone, “Can’t you please just give me a break.” “I promise I won’t do it again,” Brenda tells her.
“Well, if you do it again, it’s going to be 1,000 times,” Miss Rye angrily tells her, “And you can consider it a break that you’re not getting 1,000 times now!” Brenda still can’t believe that at 18 years old she’s going to have to write something 500 times. She argues some more -- still trying her hardest to be humble and contrite -- but there’s no mistaking the seriousness in Miss Rye’s voice. “Do you want to try for 1,000 times NOW?” she then angrily warns Brenda. Then -- staring down the very reluctant Brenda -- she tells the girl, “Well, the sooner you start, the sooner you get finished.” “You’re not leaving this room until you’re done,” she tells the girl.
Brenda then reluctantly gets out a pen and starts writing. She still can’t believe she’s being made to do writing punishment like this but obviously it is so. And obviously, the sooner she gets to work, the sooner she gets finished. It’s just after noontime now and if Brenda really is going to have to finish 500 times before she can go home, she knows she’d better get to work. Obviously, she’s not going to be able to write all 500 times by 3:00 so she already knows she’s going to be here for quite a while after school.
Writing as fast as she can while still trying to maintain some sense of legibility, she writes the first 100 times quickly. She gets that done in well under an hour. But 500 times is a lot or writing to do. Getting to 200 times takes another hour as her hand starts to tire. And now -- SUDDENLY! -- Brenda becomes aware of her need to pee again. Ignoring the need at first, Brenda continues writing -- getting to the halfway point of 250 times by 3:00 PM. As school lets out for the day, she is joined by a few others in the detention room. She recognizes a few faces, but she’s relieved that none of her friends are among them -- I mean, what could possibly be more embarrassing than having her friends see her here in detention -- an 18 year old high school senior -- writing punishment sentences like a little girl
As others do file in, Miss Rye comes in as well to supervise detention. Raising her hand, Brenda asks her, “May I please go to the girls’ room?” Miss Rye then looks back at Brenda puzzled. “May I please go to the girls’ room?” she asks the Assistant Principal again. This time her request is flatly denied. “You’ve already been to the lavatory, young lady,” Miss Rye tells her, “That’s what you’re here in detention for, remember?” But Brenda insists that she has to go again. “Please, Ma’am -- that was like 3 hours ago,” Brenda pleads, “I have to go again.” But Miss Rye just shakes her head “no.” “I already told you you‘re not leaving until you finish your punishment,” she tells the girl, “You can go to the girl’s room when you‘ve finished your 500 times.”.
Brenda wants to plead her case further but she quickly thinks better of it. There’s no mistaking the seriousness in the tone in the Assistant Principal’s voice and the last thing she needs now is to have her punishment increased to 1,000 times She’s only half way done now and she’s not sure she can wait until she’s done to go to the girls’ room, but -- at least for now -- she knows she has to try. Getting back to work, Brenda tries to pick up the pace and write faster, but that becomes increasingly difficult as her hand only continues -- worse and worse -- to feel the effects of writer’s cramp. And now -- as she reaches 300 lines in her punishment writing -- her bladder starts to feel it worse and worse as well. She obviously wants to write faster as it’s her ticket to get to the girls’ room faster, but, as more and more effort is needed to keep control of bladder, the writing only goes slower.
Brenda makes it to 4:00 PM when the other students are all dismissed from detention. But by now, she’s squirming in her seat and twisting her legs together to hold it in. And though the writing trudges slowly on, she’s not yet at 400 much less 500 lines. For a moment, Brenda hopes that she’ll be dismissed with the rest of them -- perhaps a reprieve on her punishment writing entirely or at least being allowed to finish her punishment for homework. Obviously, she’d prefer the former but even the latter -- which would at least let her get to the girls’ room right away -- would be quite welcome indeed. But Miss Rye just sits there grading papers while Brenda simply has to grin and bear it and write on.
But Brenda can barely even write as her bladder is now beyond full and all but bursting for relief. She doesn’t remember ever having to pee this bad before and it’s taking all her effort just to hold it in. She then feels a quick squirt of pee escape and dampen the crotch of her panties. She raises her hand again and gets the Assistant Principal’s attention. “Please, Miss Rye -- I really have to go,” Brenda pleads, “Please Miss Rye -- I really need to go to the girls’ room now.” But Miss Rye just gives her a decidedly unpleasant look. She shakes her head “no” and tells Brenda that she simply has to wait until she finishes her punishment. “But I can’t wait, Ma’am -- I have to go now,” a very desperate Brenda pleads some more. “I just can’t wait much longer -- I just can’t,” she pleads further, “If I don’t go now, I really think I’m going to have an accident.” That, not surprisingly, gets the attention of the Assistant Principal. But it still doesn’t get Brenda any sympathy. “Well, you better not, young lady,” Miss Rye angrily tells Brenda, “You better not have an accident if you know what‘s good for you!”
Brenda tries going back to the writing -- again, knowing that finishing it is her only sure ticket to the girls’ room. But she quickly realizes that that’s all but impossible as she struggles to hold on to control of her bladder. As more squirts of pee escape and Brenda’s panties become wetter and wetter each time, she begins to realize that she’s simply not going to make it. And as she suddenly starts to feel a bit of the wetness on her thighs -- again, as more and more squirts of pee escape beyond her control -- she realizes that it’s simply no use. For a moment, she contemplates simply running from the classroom and going to the girls’ room anyway. But before she can gather up the courage to actually do that it’s suddenly too late. Suddenly, like a wave overtaking her, Brenda’s will to hold it in is lost. Suddenly squirt turns to trickle. And then trickle turns to stream. And finally, the stream turns steady and starts running down her legs. To her utter horror, Brenda is suddenly uncontrollably peeing her pants right there in detention. Brenda’s pee just flows and flows and at this point there really isn’t much she can do to stop it. About all the poor girl can do is close her eyes and simply let it happen. And at this point -- as more and more simply gushes out and soaks her jeans -- there really isn’t much point in even trying to stop it. But as embarrassed as she most certainly feels, Brenda can’t deny that the sensation of relief she’s feeling, is quite good indeed. She simply sits, eyes closed, as her engorged bladder simply drains -- not caring one bit that Brenda isn’t on a toilet while it does so.
Miss Rye can do nothing more than simply stare in astonishment as Brenda just sits there shamefully peeing in her pants. Soon, the trail of wetness going down both of her legs reaches her socks. But unfortunately for Brenda it doesn’t even end there. Brenda just keeps peeing and it soon soaks even her socks and then spills over her shoes and onto the floor. As the flow finally begins to slow and become more manageable, Brenda doesn’t even bother with trying to clamp it down and regain control. “I mean, what’s really the point of holding anything in now,” she thinks to herself. By the time she’s finally finished -- by the time that Brenda’s bladder is fully drained -- she’s not only completely soaked from the waist down but there’s even a puddle on the floor.
Opening her eyes, Brenda looks over and sees the cold eyes of Miss Rye staring at her in shock. “I told you I had to go,” she then tells the Assistant Principal, suddenly breaking down into tears. Not at all sure what to do next, Brenda just sits there crying in her soaked jeans. Finally, Miss Rye breaks the silence. “Well, go to the girls’ room and get some paper towels to clean it up,” she then angrily tells Brenda. Brenda has so much she wants to say now but she’s too embarrassed to actually form the words. Getting up, she can feel the sogginess of her pants. Heading for the door, she looks down and sees that her jeans are literally glistening with wetness. “Get enough for your chair, too,” Miss Rye tells her as she heads out into the hallway. Mortified, Brenda is worried that someone will see her wet pants, but fortunately -- at this late hour -- the hallways of West Beverly High are deserted. The irony of finally getting to the girls’ room now to get the paper towels -- obviously too late to actually use the toilet -- is not lost on her. “If only she’d have just let me go when I needed to,” Brenda thinks to herself. Walking back to the detention room with a big stack of paper towels, Brenda could already feel her jeans becoming cold and uncomfortable.
Once back in the classroom, Brenda starts dropping the bulk of the paper towels into the pee puddle on the floor. She then places a bunch on the seat of her chair. The chair isn’t too bad -- there isn’t a puddle like on the floor -- but it is indeed wet. She uses those towels to dry the chair and then goes to work sopping up her pee puddle on the floor. That takes considerably more effort with Brenda down on her hands and her knees. She feels disgusted handling the pee soaked paper towels but she does gets the job done. Miss Rye watches over her the whole time. “I can’t believe you’d do something like that,” she says, shaking her head at Brenda. “I told you I had to go -- I told you I had an emergency,” Brenda yells back at her. “And I told you to hold it in and wait,” Miss Rye then yells back at Brenda. Brenda brings the garbage can over to where she’s working to minimize her handling of pee-soaked paper towels. She begins to wonder if she‘s going to get punished worse for wetting her pants or even for yelling at Miss Rye like she did. But instead Miss Rye has at least a little sympathy for her. “Well, I guess you can finish the rest of your punishment for homework,” she then tells her as Brenda finishes cleaning her pee puddle from the floor. “I trust that you’ve learned your lesson?” she asks the girl. Again, Brenda has so much that she wants to say, but just staring back at Mrs. Briggs, she wisely holds her tongue. “Yes, Ma’am,” is all that she says.
Gathering up her books at her locker, Brenda wraps her jacket around her waist for the walk home. It does kind of hide the worst of her wetting accident -- that is, her still quite soaked crotch area -- but it’s still quite obvious what she’d done. Brenda then heads home hoping against hope that no one will see her and see her very wet pants. There would really be no other way to explain that except as to admit what really happened. She could rationalize it just fine that it wasn’t her fault and that it only happened because Miss Rye wouldn’t let her go to the girls’ room, but it was still her -- a grownup girl of 18 and a high school senior -- who had wet her pants. “What if Dylan sees me like this,“ Brenda thinks to herself -- the reference being to her boyfriend, “I mean, who would still be attracted to a girl who peed in her pants.” What if Kelly or Donna or even Andrea see me,” she also thinks to herself, “They’d never let me hear the end of it and they’d surely let everyone know what I did.” She wants to kick herself for not just getting up and going -- even without permission from the teacher -- but still she wonders if she’d have gotten into more trouble for doing that. Somehow -- miraculously -- she makes it home without anyone finding out. And she immediately, of course, showers and changes into dry clothes. Later, she finishes the rest of her punishment -- a lot more comfortably now with an empty bladder. She hands in her punishment to Miss Rye in her office the next morning. And looking the punishment over to make it was a complete 500 times, Miss Rye assures her that as long as she stays out of faculty lavatories in the future, there is no need to speak of this matter again. |
My usual posting schedule is a bit off, so this might seem "early". Enjoy. After this I'll try and get back to regular Sunday postings.
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 Jay-Gee. Another story of the same two sisters. Use the link above to find part 1 if you miss it. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site.
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Patience and Prudence: A Day at the Seaside (2 of 5)
by Jay-Gee
edited and formatted by MrMakeHerWait
Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Accidental Wetting, and Humiliation.
I've told the story of how my twin sister Prudence and I acquired such very different toilet habits. After a wetting accident in the car, Prue became neurotic about taking precautions if she was going to be out of the range of a toilet, while I, after a very painful evening out with my boyfriend, had discovered that I had very good control and had decided not to take precautions at all.
As time went on, Prue and I noticed our different attitudes and we often joked about it. I would say that if Prue was going to the shop across the street for some milk she'd run up to the toilet first "just in case" she got caught short in the middle of the road. On the other hand if I got desperate and had to wait, Prue would laugh at me and gloat that because she was sensible she wasn't sharing my plight. It was generally pretty good-natured, though if I was truly bursting it could be a bit irritating.
Yet, despite her precautions, occasionally the tables were turned. This is the story of one of those times.
Some of the people from the office where Prue worked had arranged for a coach trip to the seaside. They were a bit short on numbers and Prue asked me to come along. There would be more women than men, so there wouldn't be much hope of pulling, but it sounded as though it might be fun.
On the day in question I got up early and ran to the bathroom. I had abandoned the habit of taking a leak before going to bed, so it was nearly twelve hours since my last visit, and I did a very long, splashy pee. Then we had breakfast; Prue only had one cup of coffee but I had three. As we were about to leave the house Prue ran up to the toilet for her second pee of the day. When she came back she said: "Aren't you going? It's a three-hour journey and I don't know how often we'll stop." I shook my head. She grinned and then pulled a face, tapping her foot on the floor and miming desperation. "You'll regret it," she smirked.
It was about half an hour's walk down to the square where the coach was waiting for us. We got there in plenty of time. Prue's eyes lit up as though she had won the lottery when she saw that the public convenience was already open. "I think I'll just pop in here before we get on the bus," she said. "Are you coming?"
She already knew my answer, and left me standing there to await her return.
When she emerged a few moments later, a woman whom she had apparently met inside the toilets accompanied her. I recognized her as Prue's friend Amy, whom I had met a couple of times. I didn't like her much; she had a nasty, sneering manner; but I wasn't going to spoil an enjoyable day out so I greeted her in a friendly fashion and we got on the bus. She was dressed for a day out in a pair of very attractive lime green trousers.
Prue and I shared a seat, and Amy had a double seat to herself on the other side of the aisle. We were going to a resort on the Essex coast, so it was going to be quite a long journey. When we had gone about half way we stopped at a very pleasant café and had a cup of tea. When she had drained her cup Prue said: "I'm going to the Ladies; are you coming?" I said no - I felt no need despite the quantity I had drink. Prue got up and Amy followed her, turning round to look at me and shake her head as though she found it all very funny. I wondered if Prue had told her about my toilet habits. I felt a bit embarrassed; I didn't think Prue should be telling the world about what to me were intimate family matters. But I wasn't going to make a fuss about it.
We'd only been going for about fifteen minutes when I realized that all the coffee and tea had made their way to my bladder. It was one of those times when one minute you feel fine and the next, almost without warning, you're desperate. It didn't worry me too much; I knew I was in control, but it hurt like hell. Soon I was sitting on my foot and rocking to and fro each time a spasm of pain hit me.
Prue quickly realized what was wrong and grinned, "I told you that you should have gone before we got on the coach," she smirked. I just grimaced. But what really annoyed me was when Amy looked across and said: "Oh, do you need a wee-wee? Maybe you should have worn a nappy." I said nothing but I was really cross that she was sticking her oar into a private joke between Prue and me.
The next hour till we got to the seaside was pure agony. I was really beginning to think that Prue was right, and I should start taking precautions occasionally when we finally got to the seaside. There were toilets in the car park and a few of the girls were in a hurry to get there. Unfortunately in my condition I couldn't run and had to hobble after them.
By the time I arrived all cubicles were occupied and there was a queue. I had to stand there for about five minutes, jumping from one foot to the other and muttering "hurry up" before I finally got myself onto a toilet. Then there was a minute of sheer orgasmic bliss as the liquid drained from me and my whole body felt renewed.
We had great fun all afternoon. I nearly wet myself on the ghost train, but that was out of fright, not because of a full bladder. Then we retired to the pub for some serious drinking. Unfortunately Prue and I found ourselves at a table with Amy. She was really getting on my tits by now, but I didn't want a row with Prue's mate.
I got myself a pint. Prue was only drinking halves, muttering something about it being a long way home and she didn't know how often we would be stopping. Amy had a pint too. In the next couple of hours I put back five pints. Prue had five halves and Amy had two pints, and then switched to halves. I used the toilet twice.
Finally we realized it was time to go back to the coach. Prue said: "I'm off to the Ladies' again. You really had better come, Paish. I don't know how soon we shall stop." But I declined, feeling no need after having been about half an hour earlier. Amy, of course, dutifully trotted off with Prue.
We were actually quite late for the coach, and so were some other stragglers. The driver was getting quite irritable, and at one point threatened to leave some people behind. But eventually everyone was there and we set off.
Of course, after about half an hour I needed a pee. Again, I was quite confident in my ability to hang on, and I simply seated myself on my foot and prepared for a long, painful wait. Needless to say, Amy spotted what was going on and giggled: "You should have gone when teacher told you to." I ignored her, concentrating on gripping my sphincter muscles tight.
After about another half an hour of this I was very desperate indeed- much worse than in the morning. Beer does have that effect, and I was feeling very bloated. I would have given a hundred pounds for a toilet to sit on.
Then some of the men asked the driver to stop. We were in the middle of the open country and there weren't even any bushes or trees in sight. But I was at my very limit - I just had to go. So I stood up and walked towards the front of the bus. Behind me I heard Amy's mocking voice saying, "Don't wet your shoes." Two other girls got up and followed me. As we got off the bus one of then whispered to me: "Thanks for taking the lead. I'm absolutely desperate but I should have been so embarrassed to be the only girl..."
The men were very chivalrous and moved over to the far side of the road to relieve themselves. There was no real cover so we just had to walk to the rear end of the bus and squat down in a row. We all produced torrents, but I went on much longer than the other two.
I got back on the bus, feeling wonderfully relieved and empty. Prue whispered to me: "I told you to go before we set off. Then you wouldn't have had to go in the open air." I replied that I liked doing it squatting from time to time. (If you take risks like I do, then emergency measures are necessary on occasion.) Prue looked surprised at this. I remembered that when we had been on holiday in France a couple of years back we'd had a big argument about squat toilets; Prue hated them but I quite liked them.
On we went for another half hour or so. I could see that Prue and Amy were both looking at their watches and beginning to get a bit anxious. Obviously their bladders were filling up and they were wondering when we were going to stop. We passed a sign for the village where we had stopped on the way out, and their hopes were raised; but the coach just sped through the village without stopping.
After another twenty minutes or so I could see Amy as wriggling about in obvious discomfort. Out of consideration for Prue I refrained from making any tasteless remarks about nappies. Then Amy stood up and walked to the front of the bus. I could see her standing there arguing with the driver; this went on for quite some time. Eventually she walked back to her seat. She looked absolutely furious.
"It's an absolute disgrace," she declaimed to Prue and me. "The driver isn't going to stop again till we get to London. He says we were late back and he's behind schedule. But I'm sure he has no right to deprive us of a comfort break. It's a health and safety issue. It's very bad for the health to do without comfort breaks. I'm sure it's against the law not to provide travellers with a comfort break. I think there's an Act of Parliament."
I couldn't help smiling at this, imagining the debate in Parliament, with Labour saying people needed the toilet every two hours, and the Tories saying they ought to be able to wait for three- and perhaps the Liberal Democrats demanding an hour and a half.
Amy must have seen me smile, for now she turned on me. "I was going to accuse him of sex discrimination as well," she thundered. "It's all right for men to stop in the open country, but there were no facilities for women. But you..." - She glared at me as if she might have strangled me - "undermined that. If women are prepared to accept inadequate facilities, it undermines the whole case for women's rights."
With that she returned to her seat, and sat on her foot with her hand between her legs looking very unhappy indeed. I saw no point in arguing, and I was much more concerned about poor old Prue. Her face had fallen into despair when Amy had made her announcement. She was sitting with her legs tightly crossed and I could see she was very worried. I knew she was thinking of the accident on the way to Scotland, and that this was no time for joking.
"Are you desperate?" I asked.
"Very," she said, "I wish I'd gone by the roadside when you did, I really do." She looked at her watch. "It's another three quarters of an hour till we get to London and I really don't know if I can wait."
I did my best to persuade her that she could hang on, telling her the story of how I had discovered my own capacity that painful night out with my former boyfriend. Then I thought the best thing was to try and take her mind off it. There's nothing worse than just thinking about your bladder; that just makes the pain more and more acute.
So I grabbed one of the newspapers that were lying around, and we started to do the crossword together. Amy was still sulking. It seemed to be working and Prue was getting quite involved in working out the cryptic clues. We were wrestling with "Small room for barrel with gold in old poem" when I heard Amy give a gasp. I looked across at her and saw a huge stain spreading across her trousers. If you're going to wet yourself, I thought, wear something black or dark grey - it doesn't show so much. But I didn't say anything, though I felt mildly pleased that she had got her comeuppance. She looked very miserable; most of the liquid seemed to have soaked into the seat, so other people hadn't noticed her accident. She just moved on to the dry part of the seat and stared out of the window, trying her best not to meet anyone elses gaze.
I was much more concerned about Prue, who had immediately spotted what had happened. I tried to comfort her, telling her that Amy had drunk much more than she had, and that it wasn't far now. Indeed, we were already in the outskirts of London. Prue just sat and rocked backwards and forwards in her seat, glancing at her watch almost every minute trying to count down the time. I needed a pee pretty badly myself by now, since I had drunk by far the most.
At last, at last, we arrived in London. Any picked up a newspaper and held it in front of her to disguise the damage, hoping to slink off unseen into the night. I couldn't resist whispering to her: "I'd sooner wet my feet than my knickers."
But the real problem was Prue. When we climbed off the bus she clearly was at the very end of her tether. She just couldn't stand still, jumping frantically from foot to foot. The public toilets were, of course, closed. Quite a few of the girls were desperate and they were talking about walking to the nearest pub, which was five or ten minutes away. But I could see that was not a possibility for Prue, who looked as though she was about to burst out crying.
If you take risks like I do, you become very observant of opportunities that may have to be taken in emergencies. Behind the public convenience was a quiet little alleyway, and I guided Prue, who by now seemed in such pain that she was incapable of coherent thought, into it. Then we both squatted down and pissed. We both went on for ages, but when Prue finally dried up, I was still going strong.
I didn't wet my shoes that day; Prue did.
Source:
jaygee08.html from the archive bundled at:
https://www.omorashi.org/topic/60912-end-of-an-era-shara-and-gers-female-desperation-gone-for-good/
patience_prudence_seaside_2.md
Edited March 1, 2021 by MrMakeherWait
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AU after The Dark Knight
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Breathing hard Bruce stepped back from the unconscious form of Salvatore Maroni. Blood was still pouring from his nose when Bruce fished out his phone and called Gordon to let him know the address. His hands shook as he dialed the number. The adrenaline of the fight was still coursing through him, pulsing into his fingers, making his hands feel overheated and swollen. He waited until some of Gordon's guys got there, then took off, breathing coming shorter and sharper with each passing second. He was barely out of their line of sight -- a filthy alleyway, not that he deserved any better -- when he leaned against the wall with one hand, and used the other to tear off his codpiece, and pull out his cock. He was already more than half-hard and had been since he'd thrown the first punch, and it was almost too easy to rip off his glove with his teeth and get his hand around himself. Precum leaked from the slit and he used it to slick his way, stroking the shaft, base to tip. He squeezed himself roughly, digging his nails into the skin. Heat pooled in his stomach. He'd never touched himself like that before, not until six months ago. But he'd done this for years.
It had surprised him perhaps more than it should have when he'd gotten into his first real fight as Batman and discovered afterwards that he was so hard he was leaking into the suit. Back then he'd had enough dignity -- or so he'd told himself -- to wait until he got back to the manor before touching himself. But over the years it had gotten increasingly difficult to stave off the urge, and lately it was just easier to fuck his fist just out of sight of the crime scene, skin flushed and tight under the suit, sweating into the Kevlar and screwing his eyes up so he couldn't see in case anyone was looking, shame coursing through him, mixing nauseatingly with the arousal. He usually came within a few pulls of his cock and then he could tuck himself back up and walk away and pretend he'd never done it. But today it was a little more difficult -- he was running on about two hours of sleep in five days, and he had ten meetings to prepare for, so he was stressed -- so after a while of spit-slick stroking he closed his eyes, and he let himself picture things. Rachel right at first, for a little while, because she was the default and had been since he was twelve. Rachel dancing for him, climbing onto his bed, laughing, him grabbing her bare ankle, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers -- his cock jerked in his hand, and he gasped, but it wasn't enough. Of course it wasn't enough. He knew even before it started what fantasy was coming, because it had been the same one, slight variations occasionally for diversity, for almost six months. It plowed into his shame and it served to make everything twice as hot beneath the Kevlar and the leather of the mask but he was suddenly, painfully, fully hard, and leaking so much he no longer needed to slick himself up over and over.
What he was picturing was the Joker. It was weird, the clench he got when he thought of their very first time. It had been two nights after the incident on the Prewitt Building; the Joker had escaped Arkham so quickly his papers hadn't even been fully processed, and he'd gone after Bruce where he was busy busting up a drug deal in the Narrows. The Joker had knocked him into a wall and Bruce had knocked him to the ground and in the ensuing struggle he'd gotten hard and of course the Joker had noticed. Bruce had thought he would make fun of him for it or weaponize it but he just dragged their crotches together to show Bruce how hard he was, too. He said (much later) he'd gotten an automatic hard-on for Bruce ever since the beating in the interrogation room. But at that time it was just sex. Rough, back alley sex, every time they fought. It was better than jerking it alone. But gradually it -- became something else. Bruce admitting his other identity, because he wanted to hear the Joker say his name, he wanted to hear the shape of it in his mouth. And it sounded as good as Bruce had thought, and now it had been six months, and they were still fighting, and fucking, and chasing each other around and through and over and under this filthy wretched city, and sometimes Bruce almost thought he might be in love, and he knew that was bad. But he couldn't think about that right now, not with his cock in his hand, and Gordon's men so close their lights were flashing off the brick wall. So he let the fantasy come, because there was hardly any shame attached to it anymore -- he'd told the Joker, pretty early on, because the Joker had kind of forced it out of him with a knife, and the Joker had shrugged, and spread his hands, and said, whatever you want me to do for you, baby.
He pictured the Joker sitting in a chair. He had his thighs pressed tightly together. His hands were bound behind his back and his ankles were bound to the chair legs and it was clear he couldn't move. He was gagged until Bruce walked up and ripped the cloth from his mouth. Then the Joker said, "I have to fucking piss, Wayne, stop -- fucking around and let me go," and Bruce said,
"No,"
and stepped back. He watched the Joker shift, trying to cross his legs, trying to get his hands out of the rope so he could grip himself, ease the pressure. From offscreen Bruce heard his own voice:
"How much water did you drink before you got here?" and the Joker's response, angry:
"Three glasses, those 32-oz. ones you have... I need to stay hydrated, you're always on me about that. So -- fuck, so fucking sue me," and he gasped, and leaned forward a little. His thighs shifted and he squirmed and his mouth twisted. "I really -- fuck. I need to go, now."
Offscreen, Bruce shrugged. "You got yourself into this mess," he said, cold. "You got yourself tied up and kidnapped. You were stupid enough to drink half your weight in water before you left my house. You deserve this punishment."
The Joker's hair hung over his face in ragged, sweaty strands. At this point in the fantasy various things would happen -- sometimes it had to end here, quickly, if Bruce was in a hurry -- but tonight he could still hear Gordon's men and he was stroking himself at an even pace to try and make it last and fuck --
The Joker succeeded in getting the ropes off his ankles, because they were loosely bound. He crossed his legs and shifted harder. "Please," he burst out, and his voice in the fantasy always, always had a sharp desperate edge it never hit in real life. "I'm going to piss myself, Wayne, please -- "
"No," Bruce said again, and the Joker groaned. A dark spot appeared on his pants. He whined, and squirmed, and panted.
"I have to -- so fucking bad, you have no idea, I can't -- " He gritted his teeth. His dignity was gone. In real life when the Joker acted this scenario out for him Bruce always felt sort of guilty for it, though the Joker had told him multiple times he didn't care. He never tied him to a chair or anything, the Joker just drank and held himself and eventually he would piss. But in the fantasy there was no guilt, at least not the visceral kind from real life. There was only --
"Wayne," broken, soft, desperate, "Wayne, fuck, I -- I can't hold it..." and the dark spot on his pants grew. It spread out and trickled down one thigh. He got one hand free, and gripped himself, shoving his hand down between his legs, letting it rest there. He was squeezing so hard his knuckles were white, but the piss kept coming, in spurts, darkening the fabric, dampening his hand. He let out a low, almost pained moan, and bent forward. "Fuck," he whispered. "Oh, fuck."
"Let it go," Bruce said, quiet, commanding. It wasn't quite his Batman voice -- that would've brought him out of it too much, for some reason, he'd learned that a while ago -- but it was lower than his usual pitch, and it made the Joker's eyes snap up to his. He shook his head, frantic. He seemed to have at last realized he could stand, but when he did, he couldn't make himself stand all the way. His body was held down by the weight of his bladder. He was trembling, legs still crossed, still gripping himself hard. Piss had streaked down his legs.
"Please," the Joker said again, "I have to -- I need the bathroom, I'm having an accident -- "
"It's too late," Bruce said. "Just let go," and the Joker moaned again, and closed his eyes, and pissed. It spurted out between his fingers and through the fabric of his pants; it puddled at his feet. It spread a beautiful stain across his crotch and down the inseam of his pants and fuck, fuck, oh fuck Bruce couldn't keep his rhythm, the tension in his stomach was too much, it coiled, it shoved itself to the front, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck he was coming --
When he could breathe again, and stand up straight, he tucked himself back into his suit. He wiped his hand off on a handkerchief which he then discarded (sometimes he wondered if Alfred noticed the amount of handkerchiefs that had disappeared from the house). Still trembling, still flushed, he walked back out on shaky legs in time to see Gordon off. He got in his Tumbler and drove back to the penthouse. He removed the suit and went to his private quarters and took a shower. He washed off the sweat and the come and the shame and then he went to his bed and lay down beneath the covers and looked at his phone. Four missed texts from the Joker:
-- Hey, Wayne. You touching yourself? I know you are, you weirdo.
-- Dunno why I said weirdo before you ask, I get off on it too. As you well know (;
-- Call me when you get in. I wanna know if you thought about me.
-- I wanna know what you were thinking. You filthy slut.
Bruce dialed his number before he could change his mind. It rang once, then clicked over. The Joker's voice was low and warm and amused, and Bruce closed his eyes, letting it wash over him.
"Hey, gorgeous," the Joker murmured. "You got my texts?"
"Yeah."
"So what's my answer?"
Bruce swallowed. The end of the fantasy, which he rarely pictured because it wasn't piss, and he never had time for it, was himself stripping the Joker's dirty clothes off him while he wept into his hands. There was a pull chain on the ceiling of the room which Bruce would tug, and water would pour out over the Joker's body, and over Bruce, who was always wearing the suit. The Joker would stand in the center of his arms and shiver and whine and thank him quietly, and Bruce would stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head and tell him it was all right, and didn't he feel better now, and Bruce was sorry, he was so sorry --
"Yeah," Bruce said, and was surprised at how hoarse his voice came out. "Of course I thought about you."
There was a pause, almost like the Joker hadn't been expecting his answer, which was strange, because there was no other answer. "Good," he said finally, and his voice was softer too. Almost -- but not quite -- like the fantasy. "I like that, Wayne."
"I know," Bruce said, gently teasing, and the Joker laughed.
Edited March 4, 2021 by astralis
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Last time I posted this story, it was a Word document, so I'm just reposting it in a text form so as to simplify things. Enjoy!
Just Some Stomach Problems – A Neptunia Fanfic
(Disclaimer, this story assumes at least a basic knowledge of the Hyperdimension Neptunia series.)
It was early in the morning, on a late summer day in Planeptune, one of the four nations of Gamindustri. Planeptune’s youngest goddess, Nepgear, also known as CPU Candidate Purple Sister, had just woken up after a wonderful night’s sleep.
“Mmh…” She sits up and rubs her eyes… “…Goodness, I haven’t slept that well in a while… dinner with Noire and Uni was just that wonderful, I guess. I never realized horsebird meat could be made into burgers, nor that Uni was such a good cook.” Glancing over at her nightstand, Nepgear spots an empty glass of milk, dotted by orange and black specks. “She… did overdo it on the habañero seasoning a little, but that’s minor.”
The smell of bacon wafting in from the kitchen catches her senses, a telltale sign that breakfast would be ready soon. “I guess I should make my appearance, then… Uzume’s cooking is always amazing...” Yawning one more time, she dons her ubiquitous sailor outfit and heads for the dining room.
“Good morning, Nepgear!” Her older sister, Neptune, chimed in. “You slept in rather late today… are you feeling okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine~ We just got back late, that’s why I slept in,” she responds with a smile.
“Oh, okay. Well, if you’re sure, I believe you then!”
“Hey, Nepsy, food’s ready- Oh, hey there, Gearsy~” Uzume, the oldest of the three sisters, brings a couple of plates over to them at the table.
“Ooh… this looks delicious, Uzume! Thank you!” Smiling, Nepgear digs in. But where to start? “I just had that horsebird burger last night, so I’ll save the bacon for last… oh, who am I kidding, pancakes are obviously first!” However, she didn’t get far into her meal before her appetite begins to fade.
“…No offense, but I’m… already starting to feel full. Or… rather, I just don’t feel hungry anymore. I’m not sick, or anything, and this food is all amazing, but… I just can’t eat any more,” she sighs, putting down her fork.
“None taken, Gearsy. I get it – you had a lot to eat last night, so it makes sense. I’ll see if Histy wants any when she gets back from the library.” Uzume takes her plate and places it on the counter for later.
“So, what do you guys plan on doing today? I think I might go out to Virtua Canyon and practice my climbing skills!” Neptune chirps, making a grabbing motion with her hands. “I’ll be sure to bring plenty of that new pudding-flavored Nep Bull along, so that I keep my energy up!”
“I’m probably gonna go visit Blansy and the twins again. Maybe stop by the ninja academy on the way there and visit an old friend of mine.”
“Oh, do you mean MarvelousAQL?” Nepgear ponders, memories of the busty shinobi flying through her head. “I wasn’t even sure she was still alive, considering Neptune and I haven’t seen her in five years…”
“Yup, I sure do! She’s alive and well, surprisingly enough, given the dangers involved in being a ninja. How about you, Gearsy? What are you gonna do?”
“Uhm…” Nepgear takes a moment to consider Uzume’s question… “I… I’m probably just gonna go train in the forest. I need to make sure I stay in shape following last night, after all, and an HDD diet isn’t going to cut it for me like it might for Neptune…”
“Heeeeey, I’m right here!”
“Oh, stop it, you… I didn’t mean that in any sort of offensive way, I was… I was just saying…”
“Uh-huh. Suuuuuure you didn’t,” Neptune snarks in response.
“…In any case, that’s what I’m going to do.” Nepgear stands up and heads out to the balcony. “I’ll see you guys in a few hours~” She transforms into her HDD form, and flies away.
“Take care, Gearsy!”
“Have fun, Nep Jr.!” Neptune’s cheery voice soon turns to a snide grumble “…Calling me lazy…”
Coasting through the air, Nepgear embraces the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair, and the power of the Share energy coursing through her veins that gave her the ability to fly. It was… wonderful, or at least, it should have been. However, as she approaches the forest floor, these blissful feelings give way to something else… a growing pain within her stomach. The meal she’d eaten last night was beginning to catch up to her.
“So that’s why I wasn’t hungry…” Sighing, she reverts to her normal form as she lands. “I wish I would’ve known before I left the Basilicom, but… oh well.” Nepgear summons her beam saber, and begins her hunt for monsters, of which there were numerous appearing on her enemy radar, all rather non-threatening to a seasoned fighter like her, but which still had the potential to pose a danger to ordinary civilians. “Right… this is going to be easy! All I have to do is…” She lunges forward and begins slashing away at enemies like they’re butter.
“Hyah! There!” Half an hour later, and with a few more swings of her weapon, the last of the enemies disappeared from her radar. She was worn out, but had gotten in her desired training for the day. “…Virtua Canyon isn’t that far from here… I’ll go and see how Neptune is doing. It hasn’t been that long since we left home, so she probably hasn’t gotten up to much.” She stretches out, and then starts down the dirt trail to the canyon. Sure, she could fly, but where would the fun be in that?
After ten minutes, Nepgear was making steady progress in her walk… but then, her stomach pain made a resurgence. She freezes in place… Pppppoooot… and a small, trumpety fart emerges from her panties.
“I should really find a place to use the bathroom soon… but I don’t want to go into the trees to do it.” Onward she goes… but only thirty seconds later, she pauses again. Pppbbbbbbttt…
“G-goodness, that one was bad… but, at least nobody was around to hear or smell it…” The pressure in her stomach was building at a hastening rate… every dozen or so seconds, another small, desperate toot, which begin to get closer and closer together.
“P-please… don’t come out just yet… I’m almost to the canyon’s edge, there’s a public bathroom there… if I transform now, I’m going to poop myself for sure, and I don’t want to mess up my processor unit…” The bathroom was in sight, just thirty meters away… then, Nepgear freezes. A couple more miniscule toots… “N-no, please! Not now….!” …and a thick log begins to emerge from her butthole.
“Kyaaaaa! I-I can’t stop it…!” The candidate’s legs trembling, her pink and white striped panties are interrupted by a brown bulge being formed by the massive load emerging from her. Pbpbpbt…. klgrhhh… splort… it just won’t stop. Nepgear’s face is now bright red, uncontrollably pooping in her favorite panties, the smell around her almost unbearable.
After what seemed like an eternity but, in reality, had only been thirty or so seconds, she was finally emptied out. Hesitantly, she reaches back, under the skirt of her sailor dress, and touches her hand to her panties. They were bulging significantly, the size of a grapefruit, although thankfully, the load was mostly solid.
“…I’m… I’m a goddess, and yet… and yet I just pooped… in my own underwear…” Her heart racing, she finally looks up, at the bathroom she’d so narrowly missed making it to… and she spots what was just about the last thing she’d been hoping to see in this state – Neptune, who was standing by the door, looking at her with a concerned but caring expression.
“…Are you… okay, Nepgear?” Neptune comes over to her… but stops in her tracks when she catches a whiff of the nearly toxic cloud surrounding her. “…Pheeeew… wait, did you…?” The poor younger sister just nods softly, and it looked as if she was about to cry. She offers a hug to Nepgear, who reluctantly accepts…
“I-I can’t believe it… I… I had an accident of this magnitude… s-sure, I’ve had small wet patches after getting off rollercoasters, but not… not this…” Sniffling, she buries her face in Neptune’s chest – not that there was much to begin with, but that didn’t matter.
“…It’s okay, Nep Jr… honestly, it happens to the best of us, and… if there’s a silver lining to this, at least nobody else saw you in this state. That being said, let’s go get you cleaned up. I’m sure it feels super gross.” Nepgear nods, and together, the two sisters slowly head for the bathroom, the bulge in the imouto’s panties swaying uncomfortably with every step.
An hour later, the two of them were the last ones to arrive back at the Planeptune Basilicom, as Uzume had rescheduled her visit to Lowee for another day, having just opted for visiting Marvy instead. Nepgear is still blushing, although at least her butt and panties were clean now, the only remaining evidence of her accident being a permanent stain.
“So, you two wound up teaming up, eh? That’s cool! Guess those low-level monsters didn’t really pose much of a challenge for you, Gearsy.” Nepgear just nods, not wanting to acknowledge what had happened.
“Oh, well, you see… she came over to join me, but when we met up, she was totally in the process of crapping herself-”
“N-NEPTUNE! D-DON’T SAY THAT!” Flustered once more, she drops to her knees… “MY DIGNITYYYY…!”
“Heh, don’t worry ‘bout it, Gearsy.” Uzume lays a gentle hand on her sister’s shoulder. “…You just had some stomach problems, that’s all.”
END |
I have to pee.
Dear God do I have to pee. I think I have to pee worse than I’ve ever had to pee before in my life. Worse than I’ve ever had to do anything before in my life. I finally know what people mean when they say they have to go so bad they think they’re gonna explode. I used to think that was a silly thing to say, and over-dramatic, but I get it now. If someone poked me with a sharp pin or something, I’ll probably explode everywhere like an overfilled water balloon.
But, I have no choice but to keep holding it. Keep waiting this out. For how long? I have no idea. Chase isn’t going to stop the car for a while. He and the rest of my friends just peed fifteen minutes ago. Well, the rest of my friends aside from Kimberly, anyway.
We’ve been driving all day through country roads, very few rest stops. Whenever Chase, Jason or Alex need a pee break, we’ll pull over on the side of the road and they’ll do what they need to do. But, the thing is, I can’t do that. And, believe me, I tried. I have this issue; I can’t pee in public. I need a door with a lock, and quiet surroundings. Otherwise? I can’t relax. And if I can’t relax, I can’t pee. My bladder feels like the faucet of a sink, turned up full blast, but stopped up with an indestructible cork. There’s an unbearable amount of pressure rushing and pounding against my opening, but something inside of me won’t let it come out.
The last two times we stopped, I tried to go. I tried so hard. My teeth have been floating the last three hours, at least. I swear my eyes must be turning yellow. I stood at the side of the road alongside the other guys and just begged whatever higher power might have been listening to grant me this one small mercy. To just let me pee. But, nothing, not even a tiny drop of the massive ocean I was holding back.
“So, did you just come out for fresh air or something?” Chase had asked me when we returned to the car last time.
“What?” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound as irritated as I did, but hours and hours of steadily increasing agony has a way of getting you a bit testy.
“You didn’t actually— Never mind.”
So, that’s why I’m stuck here in the back of the car, going on twelve hours without a successful pee break, and with no idea of when I might finally be able to empty my bladder. Surely we’ll be turning in for the night soon, I hope? A terrible notion presents itself that Chase will choose instead for us to sleep in the car to save money on a motel. God, I’d have to hold it all night, then! And then, for at least part of tomorrow, too! I can’t— I’ll burst! I’ll— No, calm down. Even if the other guys don’t care about a (relatively) clean bed and a shower, Kimberly will insist we stay somewhere civilized.
Come to think of it, Kimberly hasn’t peed all day, either. It’s probably really hard for her to go on the side of the road— Even harder than it is for me! At least I’ve got the kind of equipment that’s supposed to make that sort of thing easier. Even if my screwed up, anxiety riddled brain won’t let me take advantage of it. Kimberly would have to get all undressed with us right there, and… I guess, squat? I don’t really know how girls pee outside, exactly. I remember when I was little I asked how girls went to the bathroom before toilets were invented, and the answer I got was that they had to squat, but that seems like it would be a tricky position to hold for very long, right?
I chance a glance at Kimberly who’s sharing the backseat with me. I’ve been so caught up in my own need I hadn’t considered someone else might be suffering the same torment. Her leg is bouncing, and her eyes are glued to the view out the window. I follow her gaze. I suspect she’s hoping for a sign for a rest stop with a toilet. I’ve been hoping for such a sign for about four hours now. “Kim, are you alright?” I ask her.
Kimberly jolts, her bouncing leg stills for a moment, but only a moment, before hooking itself around her other leg. She definitely has to go. “I’m fine, Logan,” she said tersely. I don’t get upset by her tone. Like I said, a painfully full bladder can really put you in a bad mood. And, Kimberly’s been holding out at least as long as I have, so I’m sure she’s ready to burst too.
Half an hour passes with no signs that offered relief for either one of us. Even if we did see a sign for a gas station, there wasn’t even a guarantee Chase would stop at it. Or that it would have any toilets we could use. We’d stopped for gas at mid-day, actually, and there was no available bathroom there. I couldn’t believe one of the few gas stations for tons of miles would have their bathroom be ‘employee’s only’, it was like they didn’t have any empathy for travelers.
Ugh, I have to stop thinking about places with toilets. That’s only making it worse. I’m not in a place with a toilet. I’m stuck somewhere without one. So, no peeing. No thinking about peeing. Just pretend you don’t have to pee. Okay. Don’t have to pee. Don’t have to pee. Don’t have to—
“Chase, I gotta pee,” Alex says.
Chase is pulled off on the side of the road a few minutes later. He, Alex and Jason all climb out to go. It was torturous to see them all get their relief so easily. Kimberly stared out the window at them. I saw a harsh grimace cross her face, and could tell that this wasn’t something she wanted to see, either.
“Aren’t you going, too?” She asks me.
“Huh?”
“Look at yourself,” she says. “I’ve never see anybody so tense, and you’ve been tapping your foot so much it’s practically shaking the whole car.”
“I…Um…” I stumble over my words. This was such an embarrassing thing to admit to. One of the worst parts about having a shy bladder is when people notice you’re bursting to go and start to wonder why you aren’t just doing it. Kimberly can tell I’m as full as full can get, there’s no point trying to deny it like a child. “I… Can’t,” I say.
“What do you mean you can’t?” Kimberly asks. “Go outside and pee. You’re a guy, you can do that,” there’s a hint of bitterness in her voice.
“I just… I can’t,” I repeat. “I get nervous, I guess, and then I just… can’t. It’s like stage fright or something, I don’t know.”
“So, you’re like, shy?” Kimberly gathers. “You scared someone’s gonna look at your dick, or something?”
“No, that’s not it,” I say, embarrassed. “It’s just, you know, makes me feel vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable?” she repeats. “Why vulnerable? You barely have to take anything off.”
“Look, if I could control this, I would. I’ve been dying to pee for hours, and you talking about it’s making it worse!” Oh God, my bladder is screaming at me to just go out there and give it one more try. But, I know another attempt will only serve to make me feel worse, if anything.
Kimberly shrugs, uncrossing her legs to cross them back around the other way. “Well, at least one of you isn’t going to rub it in my face just how much easier it is to pee as a guy.”
I sigh. It hasn’t been ‘easy’ for me to pee at any point in my life. I’ve always had this stupid anxiety that makes me tense up when I most need to relax. All those nerves and muscles that had been pleading to be eased for hours would suddenly become as taut as overstretched rubber bands the instant I tried to tell them it was time to let go. Just, normally, I’m able to get to a private place before I’m too desperate. Right now, though? I can’t remember ever needing to go as bad as I do right now.
Soon, we’re back on the road again. The very bumpy road. Each bump makes me feel like my bladder is being stabbed. I’m dancing in my seat, shifting my hips, hooking one ankle around the other. My hands are balled into fists, gripping my knees as I fight not to put them between my legs for a well needed squeeze.
Kimberly doesn’t look like she’s doing much better. She’s bouncing in place, and has brought her legs up underneath herself, hunched over as she stares out the window at the barren landscape that offers no chances for relief. I see her eyes widen for a moment, before she turned harshly to the side not facing me. I think maybe she’s holding herself, and I feel bad. I can’t imagine how much strain she must be under.
Wait, yes I can. I feel this awful trembling at my urethra, followed by the tiniest spurt of wetness. It’s not much, probably just a few drops. Nowhere near enough to show. Nowhere near enough to make my bladder feel less like it’s going to pop. But, still, enough to terrify me. My hands move of their own volition to grasp hold of my dick, trying to prevent the flood by manual means. I can’t possibly wet myself, right? If my bladder won’t empty when I tell it to, it won’t empty when I’m trying to keep it in, right? Oh, God… I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! I’m going to pee all over the seat!
The thought is horrifying, and suddenly the most real thing in the world. My hold on myself tightens. Stop thinking like that, I order myself. I can make it. It’s getting dark. We’ll have to find somewhere to stay the night soon. And there will be a toilet there, with a door. All you’ll have to do is shut that door, lock it, unzip and—
Following the direction of my thoughts, my bladder squeezes downwards. This spurt was larger than the last one, I feel slight dampness against the hands I have crammed against my crotch. It takes three full seconds to clamp it off. Three awful, terrifying seconds. I should tell Chase to pull over for me. I’ve leaked twice now, so that means I’ll be able to go, right? My exhausted body will finally win out over my nervous brain, and I’ll pee, privacy be damned.
I hear the sound of a seatbelt being un-clicked and rolling backwards. I turn to see that Kimberly has unfastened hers, and her hands are definitely pressing against herself now. I’ve been so caught up in my own need, I’d forgotten she was struggling with the same thing. If I tell Chase to stop for me, that will delay Kimberly getting to a toilet for several more minutes. And there’s only a tiny chance I’ll be able to go if we stop, anyway. Do I really want to put Kimberly in more danger of wetting herself, when in all likelihood, I’ll end up returning to the car with my bladder as full as ever anyway?
No, I’ll wait. If Kimberly ends up having an accident because I add even a few extra minutes of delay, I’ll never forgive myself. Still, I decide to follow her lead and take off my seatbelt. Ahhhhhhhhh…. I hadn’t even realized how harshly it’s been cutting into my bladder this whole time. Freedom from that pressure felt good… But, the release is vaguely similar to the sensation of actually peeing, and within a few seconds my urge is right back where it was. I frantically try to come up with other ways to lessen the pressure. Only thing I can do is unfasten the button on my pants. This gives my bladder a little extra space, but it’s not enough. I realize that the only thing that will make me feel even the tiniest bit better would be to pee, but that’s out of the question.
I hear another sound now. High pitched, pained. Kimberly’s whimpering, and I feel terrible for her. I wish there was something I can do, but the strain of holding in my own bladder means I can’t even open my mouth to say anything to her. Her hands are digging in even firmer against the front of her skirt. I think there might be a spot of wetness on the seat just below her, and I hope there isn’t anything similar underneath me.
I barely notice it when we get off the main road we’d been on all day until suddenly we’re inside a small town. With buildings, and more importantly, toilets. I think Kimberly and I both exhale at the same time. Chase announces that it’s time to call it a day and pulls into a motel. Chase gets out with Jason and Alex to get us a room.
I hadn’t really thought about this part. I was going to have to stand up and walk. I’ve been in the car so long my legs are asleep, so standing wouldn’t have been easy anyway, let alone when my bladder is threatening to turn the vehicle into a swimming pool. I open my door and turn myself to face it. Gingerly, so, so gingerly I ease myself onto the pavement. Suddenly, it’s like I’m fighting against gravity as that awful feeling of squeezing assaults my bladder once more. I don’t dare move my hands from between my legs. I don’t care if my friends see me holding myself anymore, it’s better than letting them see me have an accident.
I hobble on weak, contorted legs to the other side of the car and open the door for Kimberly. Her eyes settle on the position of my hands for a moment and I feel my face reddening. “C—Come on,” I stammer out. Jeez, talking hurts. Breathing hurts. Everything hurts. I’m going to burst if I don’t get all this liquid out of me right now!
Kimberly does the same, careful exit from the car that I had moments earlier. She sticks close to my back, trying to hide herself, particularly the fact that a hand was pressing between her legs. Then, we just stood there. Chase and them were getting the room, so we could focus entirely on not turning the parking lot into a lake. I danced from foot to foot, my hands crushed between my thighs. I must have looked a sight.
I looked over my shoulder at Kimberly, figuring she was more or less my mirror image by now. She clutched at herself, almost doubled over, legs winding around each other. I saw a small stream of something rolling down one of her legs, and hoped for her sake it was only sweat.
Just as I start to feel a third spurt dribble from my tip, the others come back with some room keys. Naturally, the room Kimberly, Chase and I will be taking has to be up the stairs. Each step makes a couple more drops slide into my boxers, and makes Kimberly puff out sharp breaths. At last, we’re at the door. I shut my eyes against a harsh jolt of pure desperation as Chase unlocks it, and bolt inside like I’m running from a werewolf the instant it swings open.
Kimberly and I get there at the same time, and I realize there is a problem. I hadn’t been thinking about which of us would go first once a toilet finally became available. I hadn’t been thinking at all, really. I’d only been thinking of peeing. For a second, I consider trying to force her to let me go first. I’ve already done the chivalrous thing by not asking for a stop when I’d started leaking, I reason. But… Then, I’d know she’s waiting on me to finish, that she wants me to hurry up, that if I don’t go fast enough she’ll have an accident. That would put pressure on me. Pressure was bad. Pressure meant I couldn’t pee.
I know what I have to do. I have to let her go first. Then, I’ll have zero things to worry about, zero things that could make it harder for me to pee. I step away from the door and she shuffles inside. After it’s shut, I hear the lid of the toilet being flipped up, some ruffling of clothes, and not but two seconds later an absolute explosion of liquid. The sound of her high pressure stream blasting the water in the toilet bowl is like a fist to my bladder. I tighten my grip on my dick, my hands feeling like the only things keeping my pants and the carpet below me dry. I hear a small sigh come from the adjacent room, and my traitorous mind forced me to imagine how good Kimberly must be feeling, how absolutely incredible it was for her to let all that go. I can’t even put into words how much I wish I could be feeling that right now.
She pees for quite a while, and I’m sure it seems even longer to me having to stand out here, listening while I continue to hold it and hold it and hold it. Finally, the firehose dies down to a trickle and I hear some more rustling, some toilet paper tearing, and at last the toilet flushing. Next I suffer through the sound of the sink as she washes her hands off. It’s not as bad as having to listen to someone pee, but it’s not good either. Then, finally, the door opens. Kimberly looks bashful, “Thank y—“
“Later,” I tell her in a choked voice. She’s blocking the way in! “I need—“
“Oh, right,” Kimberly says, stepping aside. I slam the door shut behind me and shakily draw the lock into place with one hand as my other one yanks my zipper down. I basically pin my opening shut with my hand as I stumble the last few steps to the first toilet I’ve seen in at least thirteen hours. I don’t have time to lift the seat, and I’m peeing before I’ve had a chance to properly aim, so a bit of liquid hits it. I’ll clean it up when I’m done, but I don’t have it in me to feel bad about the little mess I’ve made. I can’t feel bad about anything when I feel this good. I’m finally peeing like I’ve been dying to since noon. Ahhhhhhhh….. I can’t resist sighing out loud at the sensation of hours of suffering and torment coming at last to a heavenly end. God… How can it feel so good just to pee? When I’m at last, blessedly, drained I zip myself up, get some toilet paper to mop up the spill I had on the seat, and flush. Once my hands have been cleaned and I’ve determined my pants aren’t in terrible condition, I return to the main room.
“So, you guys had to pee really bad?” Chase asks.
“No shit,” Kimberly says. “We didn’t go all day.”
“Why not?” Chase sounds confused. “I stopped lots of times.”
“It’s not so simple for a girl to just pee on the side of the road, you know?” Kimberly says. “Or did you miss the part in health class where they told you the difference between males and females?” Now that she’s not bursting, Kimberly’s back to her sarcastic self, and that makes me feel better.
“Well… I guess,” Chase says. “But, Logan’s not a girl.”
I feel my face heat. Chase is my friend, I remind myself. He might not get it, but he won’t intentionally try to make me feel bad about it. “I… I have this problem,” I say. “It’s, like stage fright, I guess. When I feel too nervous, or exposed, I—“
“Can’t pee?” Chase asks.
I nod.
“Oh, yeah. I had that happen once,” Chase says. “But, you get it all the time?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, tomorrow I’ll try to find more places we can stop at so you guys can go,” Chase says. “I don’t want any accidents in my car.”
“I wouldn’t do that!” I say, horrified at the idea.
“Disgusting,” Kimberly says. “But, thanks.”
“Yeah, thank you,” I say. “And thanks for not making fun of me.”
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Hello! Here's my next story. This time we are focusing on the last member of Hololive Gamers, Fubuki-chan. I hope you enjoy it. As always, let me know what you think what what Hololive girls you'd like to see in future stories. Thank you.
“Kon Kon Kitsune~!”
Fubuki changed the screen display on her stream to show her from head to toe in her typical outfit, from her mostly white top to her black shorts. There was, however, one discrepancy in her appearance. In her hands she seemed to hold two remotes and her eyes were obscured by a VR headset.
“Today we’re going to be playing some VR horror! Normally, these sorts of games aren’t really scary to me, but Sora-senpai herself said that VR scared the life out of her, so I’ve got a seal of approval!” Although her expression was partially blocked, everyone could she the excitement on her face. She spoke the truth. Not often did she ever get scared playing horror games; typically stunned to silence a few times, but never scared to the point of screaming. Instead of dread, she felt her heart beat excitedly with the prospect of being genuinely frightened by a game.
She pulled up the display of the game she was playing, making the title of the game in question very apparent: Emily Wants To Play. A common game among the Hololive members, and notorious for causing a certain princess and knight in the company to suffer from different types of accidents as a result. Nevertheless, the cat fox-girl steeled herself in preparation for the challenge as the started the game.
The first thirty minutes were fairly uneventful, with only a few minor jumpscares, which elicited the occasional “Ah” or “Oh” from the snow white-haired friendzoning girl. She continued moving about through the house in the game, slowly but surely making progress through it. She’d even managed to get some laughs from some of the cornier elements. That being said, her attitude made a reversal once she had made her way into what seemed to be a child’s bedroom. Upon entering, she heard what sounded like a music box playing a light tune, or at the very least trying. A couple of the notes were off key, as if the music box had been damaged. This in itself was a little unsettling and raised her awareness, but it wasn’t particularly unbearable to Fubuki.
The atmosphere started to normalize as she explored the room, but her caution did not wane. She looked all over the room, but somehow was unable to find the music box that was attempting to haunt her. Giving up, she turned towards to door to find a piece of paper attached to the back of it. She grabbed it, analyzing its contents. However, there wasn’t much to be examined with the exception of what appeared to be a drawing of a small girl standing with what looked like members of her family. Sighing at the cliché art, she made her way out of the room, before being stopped in her tracks by a whisper behind her.
“Play with me…”
Fubuki froze as her heart rate started to escalate at an unusual rate. In that moment, she turned her head behind her to identify the source of the voice. In her peripheral, she saw a young girl; eyes missing, pale skin, and a faint smile. She spared no hesitation in running aimlessly away from her pursuer. As she ran she pleaded, “No, no! Please don’t touch me! NO!” She couldn’t explain in her head what was wrong. No horror game she had played before was anything like this. Not like chat was helping either, spamming things like “Lol” or “scared cat friend” as the poor girl ran for her life. She started breathing heavier, losing her usual composure and entering a fight-or-flight mode. She made her way into the kitchen and stopped to quickly examine her surroundings. “I think I lost her,” Fubuki exhaled in relief. As if the universe was waiting for her to let her guard down, she heard a giggle from her left. She turned to confirm the worst.
“FOUND YOU”
The phantasmic girl lunged at Fubuki, causing the idol to stiffen and tense up in fear. She knew it was a game, but at the same time couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to die. Her voice refused to come out with the exception of whimpers, and her body refused to obey her. She stood there, waiting for the fear and shock to escape her. Instead, she felt something else start to escape from her body. Something much more material.
Fubuki gasped, but ultimately was unable to do anything as she felt her anus open and her body consequently pushing soft yet firm poop into her panties. Her chat was unable to tell, but she could feel it for every single moment. “Ughh… so hot… so heavy,” she grunted as she thought to herself. After what felt like an hour to her, everything stopped. Her irrational fear, and the messing episode that occurred in turn. Terror washed away from her thoughts as an entirely new feeling took its place: shame.
“I’m eighteen years old, and I just pooped myself because of a video game,” the fox-girl berated herself internally while determining what she should do. She looked at the clock. It hadn’t even been forty minutes since she started streaming. “I can’t just end the stream. If I do, people will suspect something, especially after Mio’s recent accident.” Fubuki weighed her options. She could continue playing the game that made her shit herself while said shit squished and spread in her underwear, or she could leave early, gain suspicion, and likely end up in some sort of weird “VTuber accident” compilation. Taking a deep breath, she decided to go with the former. She’d rather not sit in her own feces longer than she had to, but she preferred doing that to potentially soiling some of Hololive’s reputation, literally.
Continuing exploring her way through the hell-house, she tried to make small talk with chat to calm her nerves, albeit awkwardly. However, she couldn’t keep herself from slowly growing afraid of the game again as she reentered the room she fled from last time. Grabbing the paper again, she wasted no time running when she heard the girls voice once more. Heart racing for a second time, she decided to hide in the master bedroom instead of her previous place of demise. While waiting for her supernatural assailant, she couldn’t help but notice the weight in her panties, and the smell that had made it’s way to her nose. “I smell like a baby,” she laughed at her internal monologue, finding at least a bit of irony in her situation. One of the most resilient girls in Hololive when it came to horror had pooped herself like a child the first time she got genuinely scared.
While her heart was still pounding, she felt as though she had made sufficient progress in the game and was comfortable in stopping the stream. She sighed in relief. It was finally over, and she could go clean herself off. She started to inform her chat, “Okay guys! I think I’m going to stop her for today. I hope you enjoyed-”
*CRASH*
With no warning, a loud crashing sound transpired from what sounded like it was almost right in from of her. However, she told tell instantly the sound didn’t come from the game, but instead her own residence.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Fubuki screamed bloody murder as she reeled backwards from the sound, falling flat on her butt with an audible “splat” sound, smushing her feces up the front and back of her panties. In addition to this, the white-haired girl felt the front of her shorts quickly become wet and warm. She was peeing herself, and there was no hiding it.
Unconcerned with how filthy were privates and clothes were getting, she threw off her headset to confront the origin of the sound. What she saw left her dazed and confused: a shattered vase on the floor, and her cat Leo sitting smugly where the pottery used to be. Feeling stupefied, she looked down at her crotch to examine the damage she had just done. Fortunately, none of her feces seems to escape the confines of their cotton prison. On the other hand, the puddle of urine that pooled around Fubuki left no doubts as to what she just did.
Lastly, she looked up at her stream. Sure enough, the thousands of people who were watching her stream were intently focused on the situation around the fox-girl’s waist. Overwhelmed with shame and unsure of what to do, Fubuki did the only think she could think about doing. She held her head down and cried like a baby, weeping her heart out on her floor until her manager eventually shut off her stream on her behalf. |
Emily is an attractive 42 years old bank office attendant. She has been divorced for several years and now she is living alone with his teenage son. Being a beautiful woman, she does not lack male attention. She looks very attractive blonde with slender body. The last love affair she had for several months was a little more special. She has a relationship with a man 14 years younger. Tom is 28 years old single man, who liked her very much. He works for a company that has close business contacts to the bank where Emily works for. Their friendship began as simple coffee meetings in the office. Soon Emily and Tom got closer and their business relationship grew into an intimate one. Of course, most of people believed, their love affair has no future, but they don’t care about it and enjoy every moment together. Tom is very proud of her. She always looks smart and well-dressed lady, mostly in office suits, which was related to her job at the bank. That's exactly how Tom likes her. He is always fascinated when he meets her sitting in the office, with a tight business skirt that is clinging to her thighs, revealing her nice knees and legs with pantyhose on. She looks much sexier than much younger girls.
That evening Emily and Tom decided to spend a time with friends in a pub. The evening passed in sweet talks, nice food and beer. They had planned to continue afterwards alone in Tom's apartment and Emily was dressed quite attractively. She was wearing, a short red coat, a tight white sweater and black mini skirt. Tom was really impressed with her appearance, especially looking her sexy beautiful legs in beige pantyhose, high heels and her sexy butt in cool tight mini skirt. Her skirt had a small discreet slit at the back that opened with each step, which Tom found it irresistibly sexy. As they were sitting in the pub he frequently glanced under the table to enjoy her bare legs and thinking about the afterwards. Most of the time Emily was sitting with crossed legs, which had shortened her skirt even more, revealing more of her bear thighs. After only two small beers and more than two hours of chatting, Emily began to sit slightly restless in her seat. It has not gone unnoticed by Tom. He had already observed her “need to pee” body language. These subtle movements were well known and were quite arousing to him. As a smart mature woman, Emily always tried to look decent and preserve her modesty. She has a tendency to put off the visit to the toilet. In front of other people she doesn’t like to admit when she need to go and usually prefers to hold. Emily had no idea how aroused Tom was as he watched her holding herself.
The evening went on and they were decided to drink another beer before left. Emily also ordered another small one. At this time Emily got more restless on her seat. She tried to hold back as discreetly as possible, but it was quite obvious for Tom, who could see very clearly how her thighs were constantly swaying. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs quite often, making her short skirt slide higher. From time to time she pulled her skirt back down. Otherwise it would rise to her butt.
They were in the middle of some interesting conversation, when Emily suddenly interrupted and said with an apologetic smile “Please, wait mе a minute. I’m coming back now”. She quickly stood up and hurried to the restrooms. Tom looked carefully how Emily rushed and secretly thinking what a powerful stream she was producing now, after two small beers and several hours without going to the toilets. Some minutes later Emily came back, seemed much calmer and relieved.
A little bit later, their friends decided to continue the night at the music club. Emily and Tom joined to the others. The club was pretty full that night. There were only few free seats at high stools. Emily chose not to sit, mostly because of her mini skirt. They enjoyed the music, the cocktails and had fun a lot. The mood was rising. After a while, Emily without saying anything, took her purse and headed for the restrooms. Very soon, however, she came back telling Tom that there was a long queue and she had to wait a long time. Tom asked her discreetly if she badly had to pee and she answered that still it was not very urgent. She continued to dance and have fun without showing any anxiety for some time. A little bit later she decided to sit on an empty high chair. She climbing very carefully and quickly crossing her legs, so that nothing could be seen under her skirt. As a smart looking lady, she always pays attention and tries her best not to be upskirted. Tom was standing in front of her, and unlike the others, he had the privilege of peeking at the gap between her legs and stretched skirt. What an amazing view was revealed in the moments she uncrossing and crossing her legs. Tom caught the white triangle of her panties with pantyhose on. His excitement was heightened by the fact that she had to pee and he was thinking about what a pressure was hidden beneath her underwear.
As time went on, she began to sway slightly in the chair, as if in rhythm with the music. Not long after she stood up and briskly walked to the toilets again. Tom stared at her back, enjoying how her lovely bum jiggling in her tight mini skirt. A minute later she was walking back again, obviously without being use the toilet. Tom noticed her displeased look, and before he could ask her, Emily whispered to him „Something went wrong in the toilet. There are crowd of people in front and I can’t go inside. Would you like to leave now, I really have to pee?“. Tom didn't seem to want to leave yet, but realizing the reason, he agreed immediately. Тhey said goodbye to others and left the club.
Outside the club they looked for a taxi, but there was no one in sight. The cold night air increased her need to pee even more. She began to squirm, twisted her legs and begged Tom to walk away, so she couldn’t stay still and didn’t want to be watched by people in front of the club. They were walking down the street, while Tom was trying to call a taxi by phone. A little bit further, they stopped by a corner to explain the location of the taxi operator. Talking on the phone, Tom noticed that Emily couldn’t stay still. She was clenching her legs together and began bouncing up and down. It was quite visible, that she was in serious discomfort. Тhe taxi had to come in 10 minutes, during which time Emily was walking around in a circle, as well as at times she stood with tightly crossed legs and squatted slightly. Fortunately it was dark and there were no passersby, so she openly holding herself in front of Tom and admitted how badly she had to pee. Tom enjoyed the casual spectacle of pee dancing that Emily was giving him. At the same time, he realized that they had at least another 20 minutes to get home. He watched how desperate she was and wondered about what she was going to do. A few minutes passed, the taxi still didn't come and Emily moaned again that she really had to pee and nervously asked when the taxi would come. Tom thought about to ask her to squat somewhere, seeing how desperate she was. He was always dreamed to see her pee, but knew her well enough that she was too shy to do it. Especially on the street in that open area. After all, Emily is a mature woman with her age-specific moral restraints. She couldn't afford to act like a teenage girl, to pee on the streets. A mature woman should be able to hold, regardless how urgently she had to pee. However, now she looked more and more like a little girl who would wee herself at any moment. She got more desperate with each passing moment and Tom was really worried that she might pee herself if she didn’t go somewhere. In one moment, without saying anything she walked a bit further down the street and looked for something. Tom immediately realized that she was looking for a secluded spot and asked her “Why don't you squat somewhere? It's dark, no one will see you. You can hide between cars”. She told him she couldn't do it between cars, but if she found a more discreet place she would pee there. She added that she could barely hold it. Tom instantly shivered with excitement, just thinking that she had agreed to squat outdoor. I’m going to watch her pee, he thought and began intensively looking for a suitable place. Unfortunately, they could not see any secluded and discreet spot nearby. They couldn't walk far off, because the taxi would come at any moment, so Emily preferred to hold back, assuring Tom that sitting in the taxi would make her feel much better and she will able to hold.
Soon the taxi arrived. They sat on the back seat, close to each other. Emily crossed and firmly pressed her legs together. She clenched her bladder shut as best she could, trying not to show any sign of desperation in front of the driver. She managed to stand motionless and looked still for the first few minutes. Soon, however, she began to squirming about on the seat. On the half-way she began rubbing her thighs and knocking her knees together. Tom slid his hand on her thigh, feeling her sheer pantyhose and sensing every twitch she did. He was focused on her knees and thighs, followed each subtle movement and thought about the moment they got out of the taxi. They need to get to Tom's apartment as fast as they can, because it seemed that Emily was close to an accident. As they approached the destination, all of a sudden Emily whispered Tom, asking him to get off here and continued on foot. Tom realized what Emily was mean and immediately told the driver to stop. Emily jumped out and walked back down the street. Tom paid quickly and followed her.
She was standing back on the sidewalk, clenching her legs tightly and looking worried. “I’m sorry, I gotta pee now, I really can’t hold it anymore.” – she admitted. “Don't worry, no one will see you in the dark” – Tom encouraged and led her out to the nearest small street. There was no one around at this late hour. The silence of the night was pierced by the rapid click clack sound of Emily’s heels. She walked fast and focused, looking around for some dark corner where she could squat. She moaned she was going to pee herself. Tom was also looking for some dark corner or bush, where Emily could hide to pee. After a minute she told him, that if she couldn’t find any spot soon she just let it go in her panties. Tom was thinking about the upcoming sighting, really turned on, but at the same time worried about her. Emily was almost running for the last meters. She was pressing her fists in the crotch, didn’t care about her modest. There were only private houses and parked cars around, without any bush or any secluded corner in the sight. Suddenly she stopped on the sidewalk and doubled over, grimaced strangely, moaning she was going to pee herself. She was pressing her crotch as hard as she could through the tight skirt. Seeing that, Tom urged her to squat quickly between cars, assuring her that no one would see her. Emily said nothing and just looking around. She was staying in that way for some seconds in a half squat posture, frozen, obviously waiting to regain control of her bladder. Seeing there was no one, she suddenly run across the street headed quickly to the nearest parked cars. Entering between two parked cars, she began to hoist her skirt. Tom stared at her back closely. The small slit on her mini skirt was opened wide as she pulled her skirt up, revealing her white panties, when a trickle of pee was coming out, leaving wet trails on the asphalt. In the next moment the bottom part of her panties and pantyhose turned darker and the pee spurted and coming down her thighs, soaking her pantyhose in all direction. Emily yanked her pantyhose along with panties, already peeing through them. Once she was squatted down, she let a stream of pee with full powerful! It escaped with such a force, making a loud hissing sound. Emily was finally peeing! Within seconds, a huge puddle was formed beneath her and a river of urine was flowing down the street. Tom was staying next to her and kept watching, didn’t believe on his eyes. What an amazing sight was to see how a mature sexy woman pee. The way she was doing that looked so natural and so sexy. She was squatting very low, her bare ass almost touching the asphalt. Her skirt was bunched at the waist. The pantyhose with panties were stretched at her thighs. While she was peeing she checked how much were soaked and said quietly “Wet myself…”. „Don’t worry. Soon you’ll be clean at home …” – Tom reassured her. For a long time the stream didn’t decrease. Tom looked around periodically for no one to come, but most of the time was focused on the process. Fortunately no one was visible around and Emily was able to do her work to the end. She did a few long dribbles and wiped herself. Then she quickly pulled up her panties and pantyhose as they were wet. On the inside of the thighs there were clearly visible two massive wet stripes. She adjusted her mini skirt as low as she could, but the wet stripes on her legs were visible, reaching the knees. In spite of everything, she seemed pleased and relieved.
They had to walk by foot to Tom’s apartment, keeping distance from passersby and walking only on inner and dark streets. The wet stripes on the pantyhose were visible beneath the skirt at close distance, but it was dark and they didn’t meet anyone on the way. Emily muttered about how wet her underwear was. She felt embarrassed, but still didn't realize how excited Tom had been from her accident.
Once they entered in Tom’s apartment, he immediately grabbed Emily and didn’t let her go to the bathroom. He couldn't wait to look closely at the light her accident. Emily tried to stop at first, but let him to lift her skirt. He starred at the amazing soaked panties and peed pantyhose and was so much excited. Even the smell of urine he liked. He started rubbing her pussy trough her wet underwear, which seemed Emily also liked. Then she went into the bathroom to clean herself.
After a while, she appeared in front of Tom, in the same skirt but in different pantyhose. Fortunately, she had a spare one in the purse. But only spare pantyhose she had. She wore it naked, without panties.
Тhey started talking about the Emily’s accident. Emily already felt that this had aroused him greatly.
“Did you like it, how I pee?”- Emily asked him surprisingly.
„To be honest, yes“ – Tom confessed shyly, then added “It’s really turned me on!”
“I noticed this. Even when I started to holding myself, you looked aroused. Right?”
“Yes, that's right. You look very sexy and I always get aroused when you desperately have to pee...”
“Really?... You should see me sometime just before I finish work”
“I’ve seen you and I can assure you look incredibly cool and sexy.”
They paused for a while then Tom continued:
“May I ask you, did you have other pee accidents?”
She smiled sweetly at him and paused briefly before continuing.
“Yes. Sometimes it happens … small accidents, a few dribbles just before I could take my panties down” – she confessed with an embarrassed look. She also told him about several other cases in which she happened to pee outside, when she was also close to an accident. They didn’t want to waste a time in more talking. Needless to say, that their night ended with an amazing sex. |
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If I'd known that the three bottles of the fancy Flouron water I'd been so kindly gifted would rush through me so quickly, and right in the middle of my commute, I'd have happily just ploughed through my workout and dealt with the dehydration.
As it was, I was quite hydrated, and I really had to pee.
Clinging to the steering wheel with enough force to indent its patterns into my palms, I tried to keep my focus on the road, both for my own safety and for the blissful distraction it offered. Traffic was low thanks to it being a Saturday, so thankfully I was able to cruise at a decent speed without hiccups into the city as early morning light streamed in through the windshield. Unfortunately my usually perfectly fitted skirt felt like a binder over my bladder, and every minute shift in speed or imperfection in the road seemed to jostle me with a purposefully cruel amount of motion. Even the tiniest shift in my seat seemed to bring a hard, stinging pressure between my legs, as if the weight of the drinks was being squeezed right up against the sealed exit. Having my cute little pink button up blouse tucked in so tightly to my skirt was also adding some much unappreciated pressure.
Gulping as another tiny bump from turning into my exit sent my bladders cargo sloshing, I tried to remember ever needing a bathroom this much, mostly so I could assure myself that I'd been in this kind of situation before and come out dry. To my greater discomfort, I had nothing. Being so shy in general, and especially about such topics, meant that I had always been impossibly quick to tend to such matters before they ever got serious. I'd never even come close to having an accident, and had certainly never reached a point where any kind of crotch holding or other debasing display had been necessary, especially in public. This was all the faultless but unfortunate result of bad timing and too much hydration.
Fault aside, things still weren't ideal. I was still firmly in control, but there was an unshakable, dreadful anxiety that I was in a very real and very uncomfortable predicament. The possibility was there, that there could be a car crash or other unforeseen disruption, and I'd be kept from a toilet for too long...
Forcing the thought aside with a very purposeful squeezing of my thighs, I refused to acknowledge the thin layer of sweat on my brow or the jiggling in my free leg and the resulting tapping of my little black heels against the mat on the floor. This was absurd! I had plenty of control over my bladder, I was an adult, and an accomplished one at that! At this very moment I was going to a private meeting with my boss, Scarlett, for a performance review I was certain would be glowing, and I had no reason to believe that I couldn't go to the bathroom beforehand for a much needed pee and be done with this whole ordeal. Arriving early would certainly allow me that much.
The parking lot was a welcome relief at the end of a drive that had felt far longer than it really was. Hoping the bulge of my bladder wouldn't be noticeable, I found easy parking beside the entrance and started planning my route immediately, confident but not daring to take a single risk. There was a bathroom on the first floor just beyond the elevators that led to the top of our considerable building, and without coworkers around I wouldn't have any fear of being delayed by unnecessary small talk. I could hurry back, have a perhaps not so quick pee, and be waiting in the lobby for Scarlett before our proposed meeting time.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I couldn't help but gasp at the freedom and relief the tiny release offered, the considerable bulge of my bladder sticking out in a very noticeable ball on my tiny waist. Squeezing my thighs together and ignoring the sweat now on my legs as well, I braced myself for the hazard of motion, knowing all too well how much pressure the wrong move could put in the wrong place. Swallowing just enough pride to press a firm hand between my legs, I was thankful for the still dry panties that greeted my fingertips beneath my skirt. I'd made it this far without incident. Grabbing my purse in my other hand, I allowed myself to gasp as I maneuvered out of my small car, letting myself show a little struggle with other quiet sounds of discomfort since there was no audience to judge me. Every motion made my bladder slosh its contents almost in warning, and the mere attempt to straighten myself out and stand brought a hard pain in my pussy that I knew was watery weight pounding down on my urethra. It was torture just to stand to my full and unimpressive height.
Regretting even my small heels for the wobble they gave me, I took quick but careful steps to the entrance, knowing but not daring to think about what a single misstep could cost me. Peeing was all I could think about as I crossed the distance with my arms firmly at my sides, thoughts of the toilet that awaited me less like a simple step of a plan and more like a promise of untold relief I couldn't bear to wait much longer for. Despite all the struggling I'd made it, and I would be in and out of there with no one being the wiser-
"Oh, Tanya! You're early."
My heart sank and almost crashed into my full bladder as I recognized my boss sitting casually in a chair in the lobby, her phone disappearing into her pocket as she stood to greet me with a wide and genuine smile. Ordinarily I'd have been thrilled to see her. Scarlett was a beautiful woman; tall but thickly built with curves like no other and a bust most would have had to pay for. Chocolate brown hair as voluminous and shiny as could be crested her shoulders in thick and luxurious waves, matching perfectly with her fitted cream business suit that probably cost as much as my car. She radiated success in a way most could only dream of, and her beautiful sculpted smile and plump lips made her natural joy feel infectious. I'd been harboring a crush on her from the moment I'd met her, but in that instant, with my hopes of a sneaky trip to the toilet dashed, I couldn't have been more mortified.
Concern graced her beautiful features, and she closed the distance between us quickly with her long legs, her high heels clicking with purpose on the tile as she came close enough to tower over me. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed..." She asked without the judgement I was so certain was coming, her kind and gracious nature focused entirely on me. In an instant I was paranoid she'd figure out what was wrong. My posture was stooped and apparently I was blushing like a cherry and who knew what other signs, what if she put them together? How could my glowing performance review stay glowing if it didn't even look like I had control over my most basic functions? Tilting her head, Scarlett remained apparently heedless to my internal dilemma and continued only to be worried for my sake. "And sweaty... do you have a fever?"
"N-not at all! Just uh... AC doesn't work in the car! So, I'm a little sweaty and... yeah..." I babbled in a voice that shook far too much, my throat ironically dry in the midst of my panicked lie as I tried to casually push back errant brown locks. A backup plan was not forthcoming with my mind lost in a desperate haze. My first plan for relief had been destroyed in moments, and yet I was still unimaginably in need of a toilet, perhaps more so than I'd been just minutes before. A normal person would have just indicated a need for a quick bathroom break, but even with my bladder near to bursting I couldn't dare say that out loud, my bashful nature like a lock over my lips that refused to let anything remotely improper pass. I couldn't even get myself to pee under normal circumstances if there was anyone else present in a bathroom, how could I say I needed one to my boss?
"Poor thing, let's get up to my office then and you can sit before we have our meeting. I have some cold drinks in my personal fridge to help you cool off." Scarlett offered helpfully, the mere mention of a drink sending a painful spasm from my bladder to the fork of my legs. She'd been the one to give me those energy drinks in the first place, and that link in my mind started some painful connections. Picturing anything liquid somehow made it worse, and the burst of discomfort combined with the unimaginable need to pee spurred me to go beyond my shyness and to at least open my mouth in the faintest hint of an objection.
"But I..."
Concerned still and likely more so at my fade off, Scarlett waited attentively for the words that died in my throat, and I tried in vain to force out what I knew I couldn't say. It was so terribly easy; I need to use the restroom first, please excuse me! But I knew I couldn't, and so I only closed my mouth in awkward surrender. It was just too much... Finally, she broke the silence for me long after my nerve had disappeared. "Yes? Is something else wrong?"
Whatever ability I had to speak up was gone. A fake smile pulled in my lips as I straightened my stance, biting back a grimace as the pressure on my bladder increased even further.
“Not at all! Drinks sound... great!" I said as enthusiastically as anyone could in my situation. Trying to fortify myself, I told my overburdened bladder I could do this, especially with a potential promotion on the line. A good performance review was the key to moving upwards, and I could certainly hold it long enough to get through that... I had to.
Smiling, Scarlett took the lead to the elevator, and I did everything I could to follow at a normal pace with an unassuming gait. Every step sent agonizing spasms through my practically bursting bladder and made it slosh inside of me like a wave, leading me to force my thighs together as subtly as I could whilst clamping down on the aching hole it was all pounding down upon. The elevator may as well have been a mile away for how much every step exhausted me. Sweat was already building again and my breath was fast as we made it, leaving me looking like I had just finished a good run. Scarlett was kindly oblivious as she swiped her identification card and opened the doors, stopping by them to politely allow me first entrance. That was something I would have ordinarily felt quite happy about given my little crush... Now I could only pray that nothing about my posture or body language would give me away as I stepped inside the posh interior with a fake smile.
The first thing I did was lean against a handrail and cross my legs in an imitation of a casual stance, the added aid of pressing my thighs so tightly together helping me to regain some level of control as Scarlett pinged the button for the top floor. White marble for the floor and golden rails with gilded sides made the whole area feel more like a tiny but fancy room. Thankfully she didn't seem to notice a thing about me as she took out her phone and the doors closed behind us, and I allowed the tiny victory of having made it this far to pump me up. All I had to do was make it through the meeting and I'd be clear. Scarlett would be impressed, I would be dry, and a promotion would certainly be in my near future. Of course it would be far easier said than done; my legs were already quivering and sweat was building between them again from the strain, but nothing worth doing was ever easy. Every minute was going to count, but if I could focus, then I could absolutely do this.
"Did you try those pre-workout drinks I gave you? They should have kept you hydrated through your morning routine." Scarlett asked casually, turning away from her phone and putting all her attention on me in one terrifying instant. Hearing even a mention of the drinks made my bladder ache. Biting my lip to hold back a whimper, I kept up my smile like a shield, not daring to let it be known that those cutesy colored bottles were putting me through hell.
"Yes! I felt energized and comfortable the whole way through, I'll definitely try them again!" I said as happily as I could, somehow pained by every word as if the mere thought of liquid would be enough to push me over the edge. I would have happily strangled my morning self for downing three full bottles, though in her defense the fruity taste had been beyond refreshing and I had really needed the help... Being so incredibly tiny meant I usually wilted mere minutes into exercising with any kind of challenge, so I'd been in desperate need of a boost to allow me to work out with the intensity I dreamed of. It had worked very well too. How could I have known they would all pass through me just as I started driving to this very spot, only to gather in my bladder with impressive speed and fill it like a painful balloon? Thankfully still buying my show, Scarlett smiled happily at the news.
"Excellent, I'll buy you some more cases if you want. It's the least I can do for making you come all the way out here with a busted AC."
The grateful nod I acted out coincided with a mortifying trickle of sweat down my inner thigh. Gripping the handrail for dear life, I tried to keep more of a flush from forming in my cheeks, desperate in a way I'd never known could be possible. There was nothing in my mind except the painful, agonizing, unrelenting need to pee and everything I could do to make it happen as soon as possible. Reality seemed a little looser as I struggled with the weight of it all, the less reigned in corners of my mind taunting me with the possibility of forgoing anything resembling decency and just giving up, letting it all flow down my legs in a hot and blissful cascade of relief-
Cracking a mental whip, I shut down such a fantasy with an inner frenzy of panic and disgust, unable to believe that I'd dropped so low as to consider anything of the sort. I would have been fired on the spot for sure! What would Scarlett think of me? The up and coming woman who'd so endeared herself to her, wetting herself in the elevator without control? Surely she'd be mortified, a proper business woman like herself had to prioritize control and appearance above everything else. But then... why couldn't I stop picturing her staring? Why did the idea of her catching me debasing myself send such delightful tingles to the otherwise very occupied fork of my legs? I must have had to pee so badly I was losing it.
"H-how long do you think this will take?" I asked as casually as my cracking voice allowed, hoping I wouldn't sound impatient or unenthusiastic but in dire enough need of some information to risk it. If it would be quick I was certain I could just hold it until the end, but if it would be more in depth... I would need to plan some way to get to a toilet. Perhaps I could fake an important phone call, and use the bathroom while I went out to pretend to answer it?
Looking thoughtful and blessedly not offended, Scarlett pondered the question for what could have only been a few seconds, but in my current state felt like hours. Even the elevator felt like it was crawling, the ding of every ascended floor mocking me with an agonizingly slow progression...
"I doubt it'll be long." She answered at last. "I've got some very good things to say, and some nice offers too, and we won't have to worry about interruptions."
It was the best news she could have given me, and after I finally had a much needed bathroom break I'd probably be a lot more excited by the potentially life changing parts. As it was, I knew I could hold on for a quick meeting and get to a bathroom just in time. I would make it through this with my dignity intact and my panties dry, and as difficult as it would be I had full faith in-
A solid, mechanical clunk scared me badly enough that a small, hot squirt dampened my panties before I could stop it, the entire elevator coming to a halt with a bounce that would have undone my efforts if I hadn't been clamping down with everything I had. The shock of adrenaline from the tiny leak that now mingled with the sweat of my thighs momentarily blinded me to whatever had just happened. Never in my life had I had an accident, and even though it was only a few errant drops the leak still shocked me beyond the telling of it.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Scarlett's exasperated comment returned me to the far, far worse predicament unraveling before my very eyes. Tapping the button for her floor and swiping her card for good measure, she frowned in absolute frustration, her actions resulting in nothing but silence from the elevator. We were solidly stuck. |
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My boss looked to me with the most utterly apologetic expression I'd ever seen, and perhaps she thought the paleness overtaking my face was a general fear of the predicament and not absolute horror at my own secret struggle. "I'm so sorry about this, I've never had any trouble with this elevator before!"
I couldn't even muster up a polite reply. This ruined every step of my narrowly workable plan, and utterly destroyed any chance I had of getting out of this. Under the best of circumstances I would have had minutes to make it to the bathroom, and likely not a second to spare. Now? I was trapped, and my company was my boss, the very same woman I'd occasionally dared to dream might find me as alluring as I found her. This had to be a nightmare. Nothing could possibly be this perfectly designed to be cruel. Any moment now I'd wake up, probably desperate for the toilet, and I'd hobble on over to my bathroom and forget all about it...
"Yes, like I said, it's not responding..."
Catching a snippet of Scarlett arguing with a voice through the elevator's emergency communication system, I was forced to grapple with the possibility that this may indeed have been real, and that there was little chance anything was going to go my way. Even now heat was building in my pussy from the unimaginable war of pressure between my bladder and everything outside of it, a war I was only narrowly winning thanks to the combined efforts of my muscular thighs and tightly squeezed pussy. But how long could I hold that up? If the sweat was any indication, this would be exhausting, and as the minutes ticked by it was inevitable that the pressure inside would only continue to grow while my own resistance weakened... And then? I didn't want to think about what would happen then...
"The repair lady isn't in the building because it's a weekend, but thankfully she's close by and responding. She'll be over as quick as she can." Scarlett said as she turned off the speaker, sounding a little bit better but not at all pleased with the situation. She may as well have read me my rights with how doomed I was. How long was "as quick as she can" and how far was "close by"? Was she hopping over from a few blocks away, or was she a full town over? Was I going to be here for a few extra minutes, or untold hours? The former offered at least the potential to save myself, but the latter meant I'd be forced to have an accident in a very cramped, exposed, and inescapable place. Somehow even the chance to be rescued only made it worse, as uncertainty being piled onto everything only weighed on my bladder more.
As usual, Scarlett was the picture of sympathy, one of the many traits that ordinarily made my heart flutter to be on the receiving end of. To be so beautiful, and so successful, yet so kind... if I hadn't been in agony I would have loved this. Approaching me with more concern, she looked down at me with her dark blue eyes full of care, and her full lips pulled down in a worrying red frown. "Again, I'm just so sorry Tanya. Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to-"
"I'm claustrophobic." I blurted out without thinking, wanting her away from me in a total switch from the norm. Ordinarily even a tender touch from her, say in the form of a friendly pat on my shoulder, was enough to send delightful electric bursts all the way to the fork of my legs. Right now that would potentially spell disaster. Not to mention how her proximity could expose my secret if it meant she picked up on the other cues of my desperation; if she put together the sweating, the red face, the posture and trembling... and what of the tiny amount I'd leaked before? What if she realized I was holding it? Would she be revolted, and ask why I hadn't just requested to go before we got in the elevator? Good god, why hadn't I just asked?! Why did I have to be so damn shy?! Now it was potentially going to cost me everything!
"Oh, you poor thing..." She replied without hesitation, stepping back to lean on the handrail opposite mine so I had as much space as possible. How very like her, to try so hard to make everyone comfortable and trust so implicitly... If I had the ability to feel anything but this impossible desperation I'd have been flattered. "I'll stay over here. It shouldn't be more than twenty minutes or so, and you can take as much time as you need afterwards to feel better."
Nodding, I shifted to try and press myself into the handrail to get some additional pressure to help me, unable to use my hands lest I make it very obvious what the issue was. My skirt made it incredibly difficult, but I still attempted to lean back and get something solid between my legs, thinking that if perhaps I managed to keep a good hold on myself I could probably last the twenty minutes. Dampened panties provided me with excellent motivation, as their tight and likely no longer white fabric clung to me even with just the spurt I'd released earlier. What would they look like if the flood made it through?
Trying not to think about it, I cast a glance down at the swell of my bladder on my usually flat tummy, hating myself again for downing all the bottles that had filled me up so completely. Every drop felt like it was fighting to escape now; a rhythmic throbbing was even forming in my pussy to lend credence to the thought. Sweat was also gathering in heavier and hotter droplets on areas both hidden and not, the fattest drops thankfully confining themselves beneath the tent of my skirt to occasionally tickle my thighs with quick trickles down the sensitive skin. A few were unfortunately also dotting my much more exposed face and palms. Keeping my gaze downwards was all I could think of to try and hide them, and I didn't dare reach for my phone in my purse lest my trembling fingertips dropped it and gave me away. I had nothing to pass the time but my own thoughts, and they were rather... linear, at the moment.
On a whim, I tried shifting my legs to cross them in the opposite direction, hoping that greater comfort would make the moments tick by faster.
It was a mistake.
Just the action of uncrossing and the corresponding shift in my upper body released some much needed support from my bladder, allowing it to be jostled and sending the ocean of pee sloshing inside of me with enough force that I felt tears dot the corners of my eyes as the pain hit. The poor urethra keeping the flood at bay was pounded by wave after wave of pee that was apparently as desperate to be out as I was to hold it in, and at the peak of the pressure I couldn't restrain the tiniest whimper of discomfort as I snapped my thighs back together to prevent another leak from slipping past my overburdened defenses.
"Tanya?"
An innocent question in the form of my name was muffled on the edge of my perception, and I opened the eyes I didn't realize I'd closed to see Scarlett, her expression once more quite worried for my sake.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look... sick." She asked, reminding me that I wasn't alone and my every move and sound had quite the audience. Mentally kicking myself, I considered telling another lie. I could claim any number of illnesses that might require a trip to the bathroom as soon as we were free, thus explaining my behavior now and giving me a free pass to hurry away when the opportunity presented itself... But the fog of desperation actually made the possibility of a lie coming apart quite clear. There was a chance such a story could unravel, and being avoidant was exactly what had gotten me into this trouble in the first place. Perhaps a little honesty was well overdue.
"F-full honesty?" I croaked out, leaning back hard against the railing as my body reacted to the possibility of saying the truth with a painful spasm in my bladder. Squeezing down hard and fighting through it, I struggled for words in my haze, my need to tell the truth just barely outpacing my paralyzing anxiety of speaking up. It was hard to know how to word it as well, thanks to the fact that my entire body was focused only on holding it and I had to avoid conveying that desperation. I had to sound casual, and not like I was full to bursting and absolutely bordering on pissing myself then and there. "I kind of... that is to say, I need to... pretty soon I should probably..."
I took a shaky but stabilizing breath.
"I need to use the restroom."
A part of me expected revulsion and another fully anticipated frustrated disbelief. The former was certain she would grimace at the revelation, while the latter was waiting to hear her question why on earth I hadn't gone earlier, and both planned to defensively cower in response.
"I'm sorry, all this really isn't going our way, is it?" She replied at last, resigned amusement mixed with yet another apology. I was blissfully surprised to see her take it so well, my pain and discomfort fading for a single, beautiful moment as she pressed her temple and sighed with disappointment that had nothing to do with me before making another offer to make up for everything. "I've got a private bathroom off my office, you can use it as soon as we're out of here.”
With everything I was suffering in that moment the offer was like a glimpse of heaven. At the very end of this elevator I could have sweet, perfect relief without any of the humiliation I'd been dreading, and as a gift from Scarlett no less. It was everything I needed and more than I could have ever wanted. Using her own bathroom for my much needed release also added an incredible element of... excitement to the whole idea, as if she was somehow involved in the process in a way I didn't realize I wanted her to be...
"That would be... very nice, thank you!" I said with genuine enthusiasm, the burst of delight reinvigorating me in my struggle. In a polite and much appreciated move, she turned away and started tapping something on her phone, giving me as much privacy as possible in the confined space. The lack of an audience finally gave me a very much needed opportunity. Keeping my backside pressed into the handrail, I dropped a hand between my legs to squeeze tightly, the added pressure helping me to relax for some much needed relief. I knew that even with the possibility of having access to a bathroom immediately after this, I'd still have to hold it for the whole remainder of the ordeal. Getting comfortable and saving energy seemed to be the best way to do that.
Of course, "comfortable" was a very relative term. I was still more full of pee than I ever had been in my entire life, and no position would allow me total relief from the fullness of my bladder and it's impossible swell, especially with it being so prominently swollen behind my stomach. Lightening the pressure seemed infeasible with every possible move being a danger, especially considering how any leak could be catastrophic in these close quarters. Scarlett was being kind and generous now, but it seemed doubtful that she'd be the same if I pissed myself in front of her, even if it was only a spurt or two...
Pressing my fingers very firmly into my pussy, I tried to ignore the thought. I had a perfectly obtainable goal; just hold it for another twenty minutes or so, and then this would all be over. Having my hand holding myself was a very helpful aid, but it quickly became apparent that the mild bonus wouldn't do much to make this any easier. Every inch between my legs was still hot and tight from the strain, and the sweat was now becoming considerable enough to soak my panties on its own. In an ironic twist I was certain I was getting more of a workout than I had that morning. Running on a treadmill didn't compare in the slightest to all the squeezing, squirming, and simple desperation that was draining me now. The situation would have been funny if it weren't so terribly awkward and uncomfortable.
Minutes had no meaning to me as we stood in silence, the elevator little more than a quiet prison for the both of us that I prayed I'd be leaving soon. My heart was beating a little faster than usual from the strain, and the resulting throbs in my pussy were not at all helpful; in fact they felt almost like a rhythmic pounding against my urethra. With so much pee inside of me it felt like the waves of an ocean crashing repeatedly against the shore, an analogy that made me think of water in all forms, and that was something I immediately regretted.
Flowing rivers, full streams, sloshing waves and dancing rain played in my mind for a torturous effect. Water was all I could think of with so much liquid in my body, and my mind constantly recalled the sweet and cold workout beverages I'd had to start this all, and how they'd been so good and I'd been so keen on staying hydrated I'd gulped them all down... Those three little bottles seemed huge now with their contents engorging my bladder and making me wonder if I could have filled all three bottles again with the processed drinks. That thought invited others; could I just let it all go in a container, here and now? If Scarlett had an empty water bottle or something like it in her possession, it would be so easy to slip it up my skirt and press it against myself, then just relax and pee inside-
Wet heat stopped me from going any further down the path of such a dangerous and tempting thought. Jamming my fingers in with all my might, I stopped yet another leak from coming out in full, but this time more than a few droplets rolled down the backs of my thighs. I felt every inch of their crisscrossing paths until they finally cooled, but the surge of panic didn't fade. The front of my skirt was wet where I'd pushed it in, and I had no doubt my panties were similarly damp, as I could still feel the wet fabric clinging to my pussy. Casting a panicked look at Scarlett, I was given a small break by the fact that she didn't seem to notice at all. In fact she looked thoroughly focused on her phone. One crisis down, I looked down at myself to check the damage. A small dark patch about the size of a quarter was beneath my fingers, and the sight caused panicked sweat to mix with that created by exertion.
I told myself that I could hide it; Scarlett wouldn't know I'd lost control if I just kept it out of view. Gulping to help out my dry throat, I got back to securing my grip, all but tangling my legs together to lock down any further spurts. Clenching so hard helped to secure the exit, but made me keenly aware of how incredibly massive and tight my bladder was in my belly. It was like a water balloon filled almost to its limit, the walls straining to hold the load within me and desperately trying to force everything out the one available exit. I had to bite back a whimper at a spasm that resulted from thinking about water once more. A perfect visage of a flowing stream in the woods transformed into a fantasy of a similar stream gushing out of me, taking all the pain and discomfort with it as-
"Are you sure you're alright?"
Scarlett almost startled me badly enough to free another spurt of pee. Yanking my hand from my crotch on reflex, I jerked my hips to the side to avoid showing my wet patch, and realized I probably looked quite alarming with my legs twisted into a pretzel.
"Yes!" I blurted out in a wide eyed frenzy, my voice so high pitched it could have cracked glass. The outburst only made her look more concerned, and I would have kicked myself for looking like a crazed idiot if my legs hadn't been otherwise occupied. Forcing on a more palatable smile, I internally cringed at the blush I could do nothing to hide and the layer of sweat that undoubtedly ruined my performance. All I could do was chant in my mind that it would all be over soon. "Just... you know... s-stir crazy!"
She softened her expression even though she looked unconvinced, but thankfully she didn't seem to have noticed my leak, meaning I was likely on thin ice but otherwise in the clear. "We'll be out of here before you know it. Just a little longer until we're moving again, and then the mechanic and I will have a chat..."
It was enough reinforcement for me to force one more smile before she went back to her phone. As soon as I was in the clear I jammed my fingers back into my crotch for additional support, still far from stable and in need of every bit of help I could get. Returning to the task made something clear that hadn't been before; I was agonizingly full to the point where my pussy had become little more than a heated and aching barrier to the pee trying to escape me. The tiny urethra at the center of it all was near to stinging under the strain now. Tears dotted the edge of my eyes as I lost feeling in my fingertips, my whole body starting to buckle from my efforts as a quake that couldn't be ignored traveled up my tangled legs. Every inch of me was focused on a single task, but even all that I was wasn't enough to withstand this for much longer. God, why hadn't I just asked for the bathroom? Or not had so much to drink? Or done a million other things differently? Every mistake seemed to have led me to this horrible moment, and I didn't know how I could hold it for even another minute.
"Tanya, do you need he-"
Somehow the voice seemed so muffled and far away, but I responded on reflex, finding that my hand was locked between my legs and couldn't be moved even to wipe away the tears of frustration that had started to fall.
"No!"
"I know you said you needed the bathroom, is it an emergency?" Came the voice again, this time prompting me to look. Panic flooded my veins as I remembered Scarlett was still present, and now looking quite worried. I knew by the heat in my face that I was undoubtedly blushing as red as a ripe apple, and that the sweat on my skin and the contorted posture of my legs with my firmly entrenched hand would undoubtedly lead her to a single conclusion. Anyone with their senses intact could tell I was desperate to pee. Still, my dignity refused to die, and my frantically addled mind was certain I could still save her perception of me as a confident adult, if I only kept up my charade.
"No!" I gasped again, squeaking out the word with so much effort that it sent a spasm rippling from my bulging bladder to my aching pussy. Lurching with a keen, I heaved in deep breaths to get a hold of myself, worried for a few mortifying moments that the sweat dripping down my legs was intermingled with droplets of a very different variety. "Not at all! I'm just... just..."
Scarlett wasn't convinced this time. Worry on every inch of her lovely features, she put up a hand to offer help and stepped towards me, though I was certain she'd have been repulsed if she knew how terribly close I was to wetting myself. Doubling down on my already maximum efforts, I cracked half a pathetic smile. Even more desperate to keep my pride and my position than I was to pee, I refused to give up my act, and kept reminding myself that I only needed to last a little longer. "I'm fine! Please, I can..."
I faded off as something far worse than a spasm overtook my entire lower body. A full cry of pain escaped me as the pressure peaked to levels like I'd never known, and a thin rivulet of what I could only pray was more sweat ran down the back of my thigh to patter hot droplets on my calf. Hard and panicked breaths sent my chest heaving in almost feral alarm; I was dangling off the edge of my absolute limit. Every part of me was exhausted beyond words, leaving the dam of resolution I'd constructed to crumble as I teetered on the brink of losing all control so close to my goal.
"Are you okay?!" Scarlett half asked and half demanded, now at my side and well beyond being reassured by anything I had left to offer. I was barely coherent enough to attempt anything regardless. Being so close to an accident tore me between the instinctive urge to surrender and the practical need to preserve my dignity, which was fading with every beat of my panicked heart and a growing sense of finality that even I couldn't suppress. Even if the elevator docked at that moment, I knew in the depths of my heart that I wouldn't make it, as even uncrossing my legs or simply removing my hand would weaken the floodgates too much for them to hold. More tears of denial poured down my cheeks as I grappled with the undeniable reality that I was not going to be able to save myself. I was going to pee right here, in a tiny little stylish elevator, in full view of my boss and the woman I secretly adored.
"D-don't look! Please!" I gasped out, feeling a hot spot grow between my legs but uncertain if I'd actually started peeing or if the muscles were just giving up on their own. A wisp of my dignity remained and exerted enough force to make me squeeze down one last time, and a final lie passed my lips. "Please look away! I can-I can hold it!"
My resolve collapsed almost in the same instant I said those words, as if in a final insult to my pride.
The first true spurt came in a wet trickle that emerged with enough force to squeeze backwards between my thighs and patter against the tile in a few audible drips. I cried out despite the absolute submission of my body to nature's call. The dark stain on the front of my skirt grew to an eye catching size that I could no longer hope to hide, and all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut as everything below my waist finally let loose, my thighs unclasping just as my feet slid apart of their own volition. The second leak lasted a few solid seconds, and this time was long and strong enough to produce an audible hiss as it surged straight through my soaked panties to spread in a jumbled mess beneath the tent of my skirt. Bright yellow droplets fell down the pale expanse of my legs to join the growing puddles on the floor beneath me, making it clear to the woman now standing silently before me what was happening.
Like so many other things that moved without my control, my thighs parted in a single motion to spread my knees apart, leaving me awkwardly bow legged in an instinct to help it flow better. The result was instantaneous. A solid and unbreakable stream surged forth to replace the leaks, hissing loud and proud as the energy drinks finally made their escape from my overtaxed bladder. Not being over a toilet created no hesitation; though the flow splintered between running down my legs and surging straight down to patter against the floor, it never fluctuated for even an instant. The thickest part fell as a waterfall between my legs in a stream as thick as my finger, it's heavy flow spattering upon impact with the tile to send droplets flying as a rippling puddle began to grow in moments. What remained crisscrossed down my legs in wild and uncontrollable rivulets that took their time to reach my shoes. In moments I was soaked but far from done.
Despite it all; the struggle, the humiliation, the certain unemployment that was to follow, I could only feel one thing in that moment. Bliss. I'd held it for so long and been in so much agony fighting the inevitable, that now to have it happen left me nothing to do but submit to the pleasure that replaced the pain. Relief had never been this unimaginable, and somehow having it hot and flowing down my legs only added to the raw satisfaction, as if what I was doing was as natural as could be. I could feel the stream surging and my bladder shrinking. My tightly pinched expression of agony became an open mouthed sigh of euphoria as my surroundings faded away, leaving me with nothing but the pleasure of the longest and most incredible pee of my life.
Following instinct once more I pushed to make it come faster, my muscles squeezing in aid instead of hindrance to produce a very satisfying increase in the volume of the hissing and trickling and every other sound I was making. A single eye cracked open to look down between my spread legs, where a still rippling puddle was growing big enough to encircle everything beneath me on the once pristine white tile. Biting my lip, I wrapped the hands I didn't know I'd dropped to my sides around myself in something like a self hug of delight, the pleasure hitting a new peak as I lowered to half of my capacity. I dropped into a high squat to help it flow without hindrance.
The first fluctuation came with a wobble in the stream and a slowing of the rivulets down my soaked legs, marking the end of the peak and the beginning of my descent into total relief. Three bottles of poorly chosen drinks were now spread across the floor in what could have been called a lake, and I had never felt better as I continued to make it grow. Time still remained absent as I began to finish up the last of my unscheduled pee break, with minutes or seconds flowing just as easily as the last of my bladders hold. My panties were sopping and my skirt was equally desecrated with patches of errant piss that had squirted with enough force to dampen it, including a few that had made it backwards to soak my ass, but I couldn't have cared less.
It ended with the flow slowing to a pencil width stream that dribbled downwards almost lazily, and once more I pushed to help it along and finish it all, a dazed smile pulling on my lips as I finally remembered what it meant to be empty. A few slow squirts marked the last of it as they splashed down beneath me, leaving only drops that fell from my panties when they wished and me mercifully, blissfully, and finally relieved.
Heat was the last thing to leave as the ocean of piss I'd released chilled in the open air, sending goosebumps up my soaked legs as they caught every draft and forcing one final sigh from my mouth as I cracked open my eyes to help me spiral back to earth.
Scarlett was just where she'd been when I'd last been aware of her, save for a few feet of distance where she'd obviously stepped back to avoid the growing mess I'd created to spare her shoes. The expression on her face was unreadable, but in my rapidly increasing clarity I quickly put together one thing.
It wasn't happy.
"Finished?" She asked in a tone drained of patience, eyes scanning the puddle I'd been so happy to make only minutes before. Dropping my gaze to the sight, I took in my situation one moment at a time, the pieces of my fractured reality finally coming together to make a horrible picture.
"I'm... I..." I gasped without any true comprehension of the fact that I was speaking. Cold air circling my lower body bit with the intensity of a winter breeze as the last of the heat left my once steaming puddle, forcing me to shiver and allowing a few more droplets to shake loose from my thighs and panties. I'd peed myself utterly and to the finish in front of my own boss, and hadn't even had enough control to look ashamed while I was doing it. From my tiny and well dressed form had poured an ocean of piss, and now I was standing in the middle of it, with nothing I could possibly say to justify my unfathomable error. It didn't even seem possible. Staring down at myself made it no more tangible, despite the shocking yellow evidence glistening on the no longer pristine white tile.
Humiliation and panic melted together in a sickening combination. I'd peed myself despite everything, and was standing in a dripping and mortifying mess before my out of patience boss who was still waiting for an explanation I didn't have.
"I'm sorry!" I gasped out as tears started to fall, humiliated but also genuinely mortified for doing this to her. I'd made her a captive audience to my lowest moment, and had created a mess inside her own private space that was still dripping to the floor as we spoke. Sobs bounced my chest and made speaking difficult through my tears, and I hugged myself whilst knocking my spread knees together in a vain attempt to regain some of my lost dignity. How could she ever respect me again after watching me piss myself? "I... I c-could'nt hold it any more!"
"Why didn't you go before we got in?" She asked, arms crossing and hefting her ample chest as they did so. Somehow the impressive figure she cut in the cream suit was intimidating in my current vulnerability, and I withered beneath the painfully obvious question.
"I... I was... too shy to ask..."
There was a scoff, and the newfound lack of sympathy from her was more painful than any bulging bladder. "Not too shy to pee yourself, it seems."
"I'm so sorry Scarlett, I-I really... I tried to hold it..." I blubbered, looking up at her with desperation for forgiveness I knew I didn't deserve. Grown adults didn't pee themselves, and they certainly didn't do it publicly, in front of the person they needed respect from the most. All my effort mattered little in the face of my failure. I'd certainly be fired, and would have to take myself home in my absolutely soaked outfit and shower off the shame... My panties and skirt were undoubtedly lost causes too, having taken the brunt of the flood. Even now I could feel the cotton undergarments clinging to me.
"I can tell." Scarlett mused sarcastically, surprising me with the new edge to her personality. Standing a little straighter over my puddle, I tried to wipe away some of my tears, hoping that perhaps I could earn some of her forgiveness. "Well, I was going to compliment you on your self control for your review. But this little incident makes me question that quality."
"Please don't be mad." I croaked out shamefully, shrinking down as the submissive and hoping that playing the role of the small and vulnerable one would ease her disappointment. Every part of me was still tingling with the endorphins of relief, and thus there was something deep down that sparked at being so impossibly... debased. Having her humiliate me further than peeing already had was somehow physically thrilling. Of course I didn't let that thought go very far, and pushed it down with revulsion of my own to have my body react so shamefully. Was it not enough to be humiliated? Why did these terrible depths within me delight in this debauchery? Whatever the reason, I could never let them free, lest they make it far worse for me...
"I'm not mad, simply disappointed. You absolutely soaked yourself without hesitation; your clothes are probably unsalvageable now. Your panties have to be destroyed." Scarlett said more casually, drawing forth a shameful burst of tingling from my pussy at her mention of my panties. Wincing, I forced it down with a vengeance. How dare any part of me try to find pleasure in this, my most shameful moment. What kind of person could find enjoyment in this anyway?
I kept my eyes locked on a patch of dry floor to avoid looking at her, lest the tears I had just restrained force themselves out once more. Still dripping and cold legs shivering over the reflective puddle beneath me, I hugged myself with a sniffle as the elevator descended into terrible silence, one that I was sure would end with my termination. Did I deserve anything less? How could I possibly win back her favor, after forcing her to watch-
"Show me."
The command cracked the silence like a whip.
"W-what?" I gasped out in disbelief, hands grabbing the bottom of my soaked skirt and pulling it downwards just as my thighs pressed together once more, my whole body reacting to hide the area in question. I had to have misheard, because it sounded like my own boss had just commanded me to expose my piss soaked panties to her. Even with the day I'd been having I still knew that reality had limits.
Scarlett took a step closer to me and doubled down, making me look at her with her force of will and not showing any kind of hesitation as she spoke up once again. "Show me your panties. I have no doubt they're a lost cause anyway."
"But you...? You can't just-"
"Can't I?" She said, tilting her head as she cut off my rebuttal. My mouth clamped shut at the impossible force of her authority, and there was a resounding throb of arousal between my legs as her commanding aura ignited lust in my most forbidden places. Somehow being soaked in my own piss made it even more alluring, and I could only whimper in her shadow as she towered over me with admonishment. "You've soiled yourself in my elevator, all due to your own poor judgement, and in full view of a superior. Obedience is all you have to salvage this situation."
I couldn't debate her. Either my brain couldn't or wouldn't try to come up with a retort, despite the absurdity of her command and the fact that I had no logical reason to comply... I could only submit. My body felt more like her puppet than my own, and I could feel it giving in. She was the master here, and her command had to be heeded, and certainly not because my undeserving pussy was tingling with want to do her bidding. Humiliated and defeated, I grabbed the bottom of my skirt mechanically, knowing it would need to be moved for her to inspect me.
"Ah ah, get on this side first." Came the new order, startling me enough that I flinched as she pointed to the opposite end of the elevator. "I can't get close while you're in your own self made lake."
The instruction made me flinch in renewed humiliation, and my eyes dropped to the yellow puddle encircling me and pressed against the wall. It was a considerable amount of pee for a woman my size, and I would have been impressed by my ability to hold so much if I hadn't been in the middle of it all. Droplets pattered into the golden spread as I took wobbly steps to free myself, the motion shaking free more of the chilled remains that still clung to my legs and panties. Leaving a trail of wet footprints, I crossed to the other side with my head hung low in shame, well aware of her gaze with every step. I took my place in front of the wall and across from my puddle. With arms crossed she took her own spot before me, looking down to my soaked skirt as she gave her final order.
"Now, expose yourself."
A small sound escaped me as I submitted not of my own volition. Much like when the accident happened, I found myself losing control and acting out of instinct, my body giving in while my mind had plenty of reservations. I shouldn't have been doing this; she was my boss, not my master! But much like before I found myself needing it, the raw desire in my body overwhelming my senses despite the unimaginable humiliation holding me back. Grabbing the edge of my skirt once more, I began to lift it, bunching the fabric as I slid it up my thighs to expose more soaked skin. I looked anywhere but at her as all of my most private parts were brought into the light. Every inch ticked by until I finally reached the bottom of my panties, which I hesitated on just long enough to draw an impatient ahem from her. That gave me the push I needed to finally lift the rest and show her my sopping undergarments, which she clucked her tongue at disapprovingly the moment she saw the tight, yellowed cotton.
"Just as I thought; you pissed enough to soak them through front to back. I can see through the fabric and everything." She admonished, making my face ignite with mortification as I understood. No doubt my bare pussy was visible through the piss soaked fabric. But then what right did I have to be embarrassed by that? She'd seen me urinate with full enthusiasm before her, what more was seeing where it came out of?
"I'm sorry." Was all I could whimper out shamefully, not bothering to cover myself and submitting fully to her well deserved criticism. She was right; I hadn't just leaked, I'd pissed myself until not a drop remained. I could have clamped down at any point to regain control, but I hadn't, instead choosing to let my body do what it wished and peeing until I'd been emptied and making a total spectacle of myself. What kind of self control was that?
"It's not fair of me to be too upset with you. Considering how long you kept that stream going, you really had to go." Scarlett said in her first sign of a return to her more usual forgiving self. Sniffling in surprise, I looked back up to her, my skirt held tightly in my hands as she softened her expression. For a moment I was comforted. Perhaps she'd understand that I'd done all I could, and we would be able to put all of this behind us? It would take a lot, and was far more than I deserved, but the possibility of getting back in her good graces was tempting beyond words-
Without a word, she dropped to her knees before me. |
Here's the grand finale!! I'll have to draft more stories to share like this, but I'm also doing commissions so maybe you'll see some of those soon!
Face impossibly close to my panties, she took hold of my thighs without asking, spreading them wide and holding them tight despite the mess. Her expression lit up with almost feral lust as she took a deep inhale to savor the scent.
"And you looked so incredibly satisfied letting it out..."
"S-Scarlett?!" I gasped out in further disbelief, hands dropping to cover my shame in the heat of the moment. The proximity made my body ignite with arousal like I'd never known, my pussy throbbing in renewed heat beneath the thin cotton and begging to have her close the distance, but I knew it couldn't happen. This was all wrong. Scarlett was a respected woman who ran a multibillion dollar company, and I was the employee who'd just had an accident in her elevator, she simply couldn't stoop down to this level; my level. No matter how badly my body wanted it, she couldn't debase herself like this!
"Shhhh..." She purred just loudly enough to be heard, her careful shush sending electric tingles all the way down my spine from how lovingly it was whispered. Lidded eyes looked up to me with a kind of want I'd never seen before, and in total contrast to her previous disappointment. Now she looked delighted in a way I couldn't describe, as if this was something she'd been hoping for and was finally receiving, but of course that was ridiculous! Strong hands massaged their fingertips into my thighs to erase my ability to be concerned. "Consider this your performance review. I want to see how thoroughly you let loose."
It was an offer more tempting than heaven itself. Even without any kind of experience I knew she was taking this somewhere very, very illicit, and my body was ready to receive her. But my mind was still resistant; it's hold on rules and proprietary wouldn't let me submit so easily to anything like this. I'd fought my desperation to the physical limit, and I would have to put up resistance here, for the sake of us both. After all, she was my boss, this couldn't be allowed even under the best and most proper of circumstances. And these certainly weren't those circumstances... "This isn't- you shouldn't see me like this. This isn't professional-"
"Don't pretend you don't like it."
I gulped at the command that, like all her others, had me submitting without struggle.
"You've been pining for me for ages. And now there's finally a window to do something about it." Scarlett said, somehow bringing a renewed blush to my face despite the current circumstances. How could she have known?! I'd always been so careful to keep it secret, but she'd not only known about it, but had for some time? My world spun again at being rocked so thoroughly. Everything that I thought was solid and real simply... wasn't. I was standing panties exposed before a woman I adored and who looked very much like she adored me back, and I had little will to keep fighting as she clucked her tongue and pouted sympathetically. "All these proper outfits and the rigid compliance to rules... It's great for business, but you can't suppress yourself like that, eventually the plug has to be pulled. And when it is, some amazing things can flow out..."
With my preoccupation I hadn't noticed one hand letting go of my thighs, but my everything was forced to pay attention once more when her thumb was pressed purposefully into my panties, the warm tip smothering my clit beneath the soaked fabric.
"But...! I just-I just peed!"
The lame response was a reflexive defense that she quickly drowned out with uncontrollable sighs as she started rubbing, her touch more intense than anything I'd ever been able to do to myself and helped to be that way by how unimaginably sensitive I was at that moment. Somehow holding it for so long and then releasing in a torrent had made me delicate beyond the telling of it. Resistance melted as I twitched into her without hesitation, gasping and moaning as the fabric somehow spread the touch and made it feel so much more delicious. Every part of my pussy throbbed in encouragement for her to do more.
"I know." She responded to my brief hang-up matter of factly. Using the extra wetness as lubrication, she worked her thumb into me with fast circles, drawing forth a new dampness that wasn't pee. "You gushed it for someone so small, I never would have guessed you could hold that much piss. And letting out so much has left you..."
Crimson lips made contact with the front of my panties to pull my clit into the warm heaven of her mouth, where she quickly started to suck. Stars burst across my vision as ecstasy like I'd never known all but buckled my legs and forced my head back in a moan. The relief I'd felt letting go was nothing compared to the raw pleasure of her tongue on my pussy. Endorphins still lingering from the exertion of the hold and the satisfaction of finally getting to empty myself worked to intensify every delicate swirl she lovingly gave through the fabric, the considerable amount of piss still remaining not deterring her in the slightest, and instead seeming to only spur her on. Hungry growls resonated in my slit before she pulled back far too soon.
"So wonderfully sensitive." Scarlett finished, completing the sentence I'd long since forgotten about. Open mouthed and helpless, I could only stare in shock, far too pleased with what she had given me a taste of to ever resist again. Having her in this way, this debaucherous rush of passion so soon after humiliating myself, was everything I could have wanted. The rules and proprietary I'd forced myself to live under were snapped clean beneath the weight of my own lust. I wanted more, however she was willing to give it, and the wilder the better.
Whining as she licked her lips, I spread my legs further and pushed my hips outward, leaving my heated panties open to whatever she wanted to do. They were growing wetter with every passing moment, despite not a drop of pee remaining in me to be lost. My pussy was growing slick and hot in much the same way it had when I'd been holding, and it was throbbing in time with my rapidly beating heart. Every inch of her beautiful face was upturned in satisfaction, telling me she quite enjoyed the submission. Had I the ability to talk I would have happily cried out that I'd do anything for her to start again, but I settled for whimpering.
"Scarlett, please..."
A chuckle passed her lips and sent a hot breath over my desperate pussy. The resulting cry must have pleased her, because she did as I so needed her to, and returned her mouth to my panties. A long and dexterous tongue dug in deep despite the fabric barrier, finding all of the most sensitive spots between every little crevice and lavishing each in turn with affection. My head rolled back to rest against the wall as I moaned out my approval.
"I love what that drink does to the flavor. It makes it so sweet." She said softly, breaking contact to slip a finger beneath the tight fabric. Gasping hard at her direct touch somewhere so incredibly private, I completely missed her statement, as well as all of its implications. Knowing the flavor implied she'd done this before and had likely had some great plan for me in the long run, but I couldn't have cared less. All that existed was the heat in my body as she pulled my panties aside, bunching up the soiled fabric to expose my desperate and sopping pussy. Cold air made me cry out as it hit the incredible heat of my lips, which likely pulsed visibly with the impossible hammering of my heart. Moaning once again and eager beyond words to see how she would proceed without the underwear in the way, I did everything I could to open myself up to her, spreading my lips with one hand to ease her access.
Like a parched traveler at an oasis, she took in as much of my pussy as she could, engulfing the tender pink lips with her hot, wet mouth and sucking like her life depended on it. My legs lost the strength to support me as electric pleasure ran through me from top to bottom, filling every inch of my needy body with an unending current that set every nerve alight with delight. Thankfully her shoulders were there to support me. Either heedless to the pee I transferred to the expensive fabric, or perhaps loving it, she angled my hips to truly bury herself within my depths. A long tongue went as far inside of me as she could reach, then used the position to pump back and forth in a thrusting rhythm.
I tried to gasp out encouragement but formed only moans in the haze. Being ravished by the most beautiful woman I'd ever known, and being so thoroughly dominated by her at the same time, was making this the most incredible experience of my life. Every single moment that I'd spent touching myself combined couldn't compare to even an instant of what Scarlett was making me feel now. I was alive in ways I didn't know I'd been lacking, and my vision was a sea of far off fireworks as she focused back on my clit.
Possessive hands held my thighs tightly and forced them even further apart, something I happily consented to so long as it brought her closer. She actually slid her fingers over my slick skin with the still ample piss as lubrication, and I could tell both by her grip and the passionate digging of her tongue that she was loving how soaked I was.
"You can't imagine… how hard it was to just sit back and watch…" She gasped while taking a much needed breath, her lips grazing over my pussy and her tongue occasionally lapping at the mess of cum and pee. Every bit of her hunger made what she was saying abundantly clear; she was thrilled by my current state. Somehow seeing me like this, and being close enough to smell and taste and feel the results, had turned her on in ways I never could have predicted. Knowing that merely watching my accident did this to her only made me more helpless in her grasp. "I'd known you needed to pee the moment I saw you, and to have to wait and pretend I didn't…"
Further incensed by her own words, she dove back in and sucked hard on my clit, drawing a cry from my lips just as something much firmer pressed against my slit. The tip of a long, graceful finger circled the entrance to test my resistance, leaving me to once more drop my hands and hold myself open in welcome. Wondrous pressure on all the right spots lit up my already excited walls as she slipped in a single finger, delighting me with a thrusting motion that synced perfectly with her mouth. I swallowed her to the base without resistance.
For a moment she removed her mouth to look up at me, but kept her hand pumping hard inside of me as she did so. I was distracted enough by the intense want in her eyes not to beg for the immediate return of her mouth. "Watching you piss yourself was worth every moment I had to wait. I want to see you do it every single day."
It was the most enticing proposal I'd ever heard. I'd happily get my bladder to bursting once more if it meant more of this, and I'd let it out anywhere she chose if it pleased her. Pissing myself in public didn't even seem like a downside, if anything, the very idea of going forward and trying this again made me twitch around her, making my agreement quite obvious.
Spurred on by my eager consent, she enveloped my clit in her mouth once more, sucking on the erect bud every time she buried her now multiple fingers in my depths. The soft plush of my G Spot was absolutely hammered with every thrust, forcing a string of high pitched cries from my open mouth as pleasure burst through me every time. Hot tension in the deepest part of my stomach marked the build-up to a rapidly approaching orgasm. Already it was obvious that I would experience something well beyond what I'd been able to achieve on my own, and my body was submitting entirely to the incoming pleasure. My legs were useless in supporting me where I stood, leaving me almost sitting on her face to remain standing, something I was certain she didn't mind...
"I'm... I think I'm..."
My words faded with a high moan, and I had to reach back to cling to the handrail to avoid collapsing on Scarlett as I rode her to completion. The perfectly timed thrusts and sucking forced me to the edge far faster than I'd ever known was feasible. In moments I went from approaching the edge to dangling over it as the coil of delight prepared to burst. Hard gasps marked the hammering of my heart as I finally felt the finish coming, and I cracked my eyes open just as I found the strength to keen out a warning.
"Scarlett, I'm going to cum!" I cried, immediately earning a response that consisted entirely of an aggressive jerk of her hand into my G Spot to finish her work.
Initially, the burst was centered in my pussy, but before I could even take a breath my entire body was caught in the middle of what felt like endless waves of ecstasy. Every inch of me clamped down around her in throbs so powerful I could feel them hold her in place, and I rode her with uncontrollable hip spasms to get the most of every single pulse. The sensation was pure bliss in every inch of my hot, sweaty body. Moans I couldn't stop marked each wave, and were helped along by her unending stimulation, which came in careful motions of her tongue and fingers to maximize each moment of the glorious peak.
The afterglow settled over me like a warm blanket as pulses finally faded to gentle tingles. Limbs laying wherever they wished, I gasped for much needed air as I returned to earth trembling and without a touch of energy to spare. With a gentle pull, slick fingers were removed from my pussy, and I could only sigh at the empty but satisfied sensation they left behind.
Strong hands on my shoulders kept me from collapsing, and I opened my eyes to see a familiar smile, though the usually pristine lipstick was smudged and a layer of glistening lube was evident from nose to chin.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself." She said with a chuckle, knowing my answer was undoubtedly a resounding yes. Sinking me to the ground so I could gather myself, she guided me down until I sat with my back to the wall, checking twice that I could hold myself up before she let me go. I'd have happily passed out then and there if she'd have let me. As it was I sat without any regard for my dignity, complete with legs spread wide and laying where they fell, leaving my soaked and askew panties available for her to admire. The click of an artificial camera click made me open my eyes, and I looked up to see Scarlett holding her phone aloft to snap another picture.
"Don't worry, I got all your best angles." She assured, getting comfortable on the floor beside me and tilting the screen so I could see. It was a scandalous shot; my spread legs all but framed the flagrant flash of pink pussy that was visible beneath my yellowed panties, but I was far more focused on how impossibly content I looked, far more so than I ever would have guessed I was capable of being. Humming happily, Scarlett flipped to the next file.
I couldn't stop a gasp as a video began to play; a fully recorded capture of my accident just a little bit before. Despite my current satisfaction I tingled at the sight, particularly at how my expression relaxed in absolute relief and the stream surged to the floor between my legs...
"Beautiful sight, isn't it?" My boss asked as she put the phone away. Replacing it with my hand in hers, she pulled me back up to my feet on wobbling legs now that I wasn't on the edge of unconsciousness. Regaining both my balance and my sense of reality, the full weight of everything that had just transpired started to settle, particularly the part where I'd just been thoroughly orally pleasured by the same person that signed my paycheck. Scarlett didn't seem bothered at all as she went back to the elevators control box. "We can watch it together whenever we want…"
"What… what happens next?" I gasped out in uncertainty, only then having the thought to push my skirt back down after fixing my panties. Both were a lost cause, but it was better to have them on than to keep flashing my pussy to the whole world.
"Well, I'd say your performance review went better than I ever could have anticipated. Why don't we discuss a promotion after you clean yourself up in my office?" Scarlett replied eagerly, pulling out the ID card she'd initially used to activate the elevator and scanning it through an entirely different slot. Without delay we began to rise once more, and my jaw dropped as I finally understood. The elevator had been stopped on purpose, she'd mentioned knowing I'd been desperate… the whole thing seemed painfully obvious now.
"You planned this."
My realization was met with the most devilish smile I'd ever seen.
"From the very start. How else was I going to break you out of your little shell?" She said almost teasingly, referring back to my steadfast view on rules and regulations and propriety. There was a lot of truth in that. How else would have I been shaken enough to lower my guard? It had taken the most excruciating desperation of my life, followed by an accident of massive proportions, to be vulnerable enough for her to make this move.
She smiled another devilish smile, with her smudged lipstick adding to the effect. "That Flouron brand water is the strongest diuretic on the market."
We arrived at the top floor with my mouth still hanging open, and the sunlit personal office with it's polished desk and plush chairs suddenly gave me one very considerable hesitation. "But you're my boss-"
I was pulled out before I could protest further, and once more was held in her grip; firm enough to be kept still but gentle enough that it'd never hurt me. Still damp from everything, I felt small and vulnerable in her arms, but as before that hardly dissuaded me. Looking up into her eyes, I was entranced by the conviction there, and the obvious hunger for more. Anxiety melted like a snowflake in the wake of her unyielding determination.
"And I can be other things too. If you want, I can move your office to the extra little meeting room by my own. We could do so much more than what we did today…"
It was an invitation that broke countless rules, but I was helpless to it regardless. The possibilities of the room around me came to life with the experience I'd had today, and I knew I couldn't live without knowing what they all could be, risks be damned. I gave the only sensible answer there was, and in doing so, set my future on a very different but not at all unwanted path.
"Yes."
Scarlett smiled a little more softly as she tenderly brushed back some of my hair, obviously pleased with my answer.
"First we'll get you cleaned up, I've got some towels and spare clothes in the bathroom. But before we do…"
Her lips were on mine and I melted into it. I tasted myself in the kiss; the sweetness of the sugary drinks I'd peed out and the tang of my cum mixed with her own unique flavor, and I loved it. I remembered her mentioning she wanted me to pee myself every day, and if she could make it half as wonderful as this I'd happily comply for the rest of my life. Wrapping my arms around her, I knew she was everything I needed, and that I would happily be hers as long as she'd have me... |
Ashleigh’s phone rang and as she answered it Tyler saw an opportunity. His bladder ached and his dick tingled furiously. While Ashleigh’s back was turned he stood up quietly and swiftly bolted towards the door. His hand was on the door handle as he felt his body be pulled back. She might be two thirds his height but Ashleigh was much much stronger than she looked. While casually continuing to talk she held onto Tyler’s waist band so tightly his clothing almost ripped. The front of Tyler’s trousers tightened over his distended bladder causing him to bend forwards and wrap his arms around his rock hard bladder. He turned to see Ashleigh’s eyes dig into his, intimidating, threatening and determined.
If only just to ease the intense pressure on his stomach Tyler stepped back as Ashleigh suddenly let go of his clothing without warning causing him to topple backwards and land on the floor. As Ashleigh said goodbye to the caller she swung a leg quickly over Tyler, who had both hands flat on the floor behind him and who was now trying to sit up and get back to standing, his knees bend and feet flat on the floor. Ashleigh now stood looking right down over him, for the first time towering over him, her back against his bent knees as Tyler lifted one hand off the ground and squeezed his crotch. Like a terrified animal he whimpered anxiously, “I gotta piss! I would have come right back you know!”
Laughing but now reaching a hand down to help Tyler up Ashleigh grinned. “You can see to that later...maybe. Right now it’s time to face the photographers out there. They’ve waited long enough...”
“But...can I not just pee first? Please! It’s really urgent!”
As Tyler stood up Ashleigh moved to physically block the door as she pulled the office curtains open and camera flashes immediately filled the room. Tyler really really wanted to push her aside. She was in his house, he’d had enough of her games and the toilet was just a few doors away. But he only needed to think about that tweet and the trouble it had caused him to realise that if he even laid a finger on Ashleigh the cameras would catch it. She knew exactly what she was doing and he now knew it.
Hoping the photographs might be quick he squeezed his crotch as he headed to his own front door. Ashleigh opened the door and stood right at it out of sight of the cameras preventing Tyler from pushing past even if he wanted to. Squeezing his muscles as tightly as he could Tyler tried acting as casual and relaxed as possible as he heard reporters verbally throwing question after question to him and cameras flashed from every angle imaginable.
“Tyler do you regret that tweet?”
“Tyler what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Tyler were you drunk when you posted and do you still stand by your words?”
“Tyler are you aware of the implications of what you wrote?”
Tyler took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to say but he could feel the stern eyes and intimidating look from Ashleigh and he knew from hours of previous media interviews what he had to say, even if it wasn’t the truth.
“I stand by my words though I obviously regret the hurt they might have caused. It is an unfortunate situation and one which I would rather move on from and for the sake of my own privacy and that of the other person mentioned I hope we will both be allowed the time and privacy to sort this matter out. It is not my place to say any more. Thank you for your time.”
Tyler was shaking standing at his own front door. Never before had he felt so bullied and overwhelmed but right now the cameras and media attention weren’t the only thing putting intense pressure on him. He curled his toes and clenched hard as wave after wave of pressure in his bladder pushed harder and harder for release. When Ashleigh touched his arm subtly it sent electric waves through his tense body almost causing him to have an accident right in full view of the cameras! Moaning through clenched teeth Tyler was so relieved when Ashleigh closed the door over and smiled.
“You are finally getting the hang of this Tyler Trembly. The car crash you made of the news earlier was cringe worthy but that was...pretty ok...though you look so tense all the time! That doesn’t make you look believable! You need to relax more!”
“Relax! I can’t bloody relax can I? Well not until you let me fucking piss!! Now would you move so I can use my own bloody bathroom before I piss myself!”
Tyler was frustrated, stressed, angry and so uncomfortable and full. All he could think about now was getting his dick out and pissing an ocean. But Ashleigh wasn’t allowing that!
Grabbing Tyler’s arm tightly and using her body to press his against the wall, her large breasts almost touching his crotch due to the height difference, she looked up at him.
“I could just push you away Ashleigh. In fact if you don’t move I’ll piss all over you! Now come on. Enough is enough now! Just let me go to my own bathroom ok!”
“And if you so much as lay a finger on me Tyler I will just open that door again and get it all on camera. Is that what you want? Wouldn’t that work well after that tweet you are already known for? Now I said you are free to go right after your last interview. Anyway, I’ve been here hours now and had just as much fluids as you have and you don’t see me acting like a spoiled child begging for a toilet break do you? It’s called being professional Tyler...something you clearly need to work on more! Now how about you make us both a cuppa again then we can try and get the rest of this media stuff done and I can get away. I’m sure that’s what you want don’t you?’
Tyler stood shaking with a hand tightly grasping his crotch. Antsy and agitated he looked down at Ashleigh and replied.
“Yes I do want you to leave! I want my life back! I want to chill and get on with stuff and talk to my mates and...fucking pee...look I don’t mind doing the interviews and all that. Really I don’t but not in agony like this with a full bloody bladder. Honest to God I am going to piss myself here! Look I’ll make you a cuppa or whatever you want but AFTER I use the toilet? Please!”
“Actions have consequences Tyler. You of all people should know that by now. You need to learn better self control! I don’t want to have to be back here again fielding journalists and press because you once again lost all self control. So you’ll learn the hard way. You can make me a cuppa then maybe you might get time to...you know...but you have channel Four news live shortly and I need to get some photos of you for the national press agency too.”
For the first ever time since purchasing his house Tyler cursed its layout as Ashleigh pushed him into his galley kitchen near the front door and closed the door behind her using her body to block it from reopening.
‘A dash of milk and two sugars please. That pizza hasn’t half left me thirsty. What about you? I don’t want you having a dry mouth during your interviews now...’
Tyler was bent forwards crossed legged in pain.
‘Come on! What’s the deal with this crap? Can’t you see I’m in pain here?’
‘And you don’t think that stupid tweet of yours caused anyone pain did you? Just make me some tea Tyler and quit moaning!’
Tyler pushed against the kitchen counter with his crotch as he picked up the kettle to check how much water it had. Damn! It was empty. He picked it up anxiously and stepped across to the sink. Placing the kettle flat in the sink he turned on the tap to fill it while he placed both hands on the kitchen counter and stretched a leg out behind him. The noise of the water and the sight of it flowing tormented his mind and bladder beyond belief and he bounced furiously on his heels. Muttering to himself and not caring if Ashleigh could hear he grimaced through clenched teeth, “fuck I’m bursting!” At least the cameras seems to have finally dispersed he thought as he turned the tap off and took the kettle over and turned it on. Grabbing his crotch and fondling himself like mad he couldn’t care anymore what he looked like or how embarrassed he was. He just HAD to get to the toilet so very urgently.
Ashleigh remained standing her eyes fixed on Tyler’s every move.
‘Please please can I just so for a whizz?’
‘Nope’
‘Oh God come on. Do you get some sort of sick gratification from me like this? Are you making money from me or something? Why are you doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?’
‘You really need to do your homework Tyler Trembly. That’s all I am going to say.’
Tyler couldn’t believe how long it was taking his kettle to boil! Crippled with pulsations from his now rock hard bladder he could barely stand straight and sweat was pouring down his back. He pulled a high stool over and straddled it, his hand caressing his aching penis as he rubbed his penis off the seat of the stool ready to explode.
“Oh God! I can’t do this...I can’t hold this...oh shit it’s coming out...”
Tyler moaned as drips seeped out of the top of his soft penis despite his continued squeezing and manipulating it.
‘I think that’s the kettle boiled now Tyler. I’m still waiting on my tea here you know!’
His cheeks inflated, his face red and his heart racing Tyler slipped a hand inside his trouser waistband and circled his penis tight with one hand as he reached for a mug with the other. He could feel his knuckles white with the force he was gripping himself yet still he could feel his underwear damper still more. With his free hand he tried to unscrew his tea bag caddy but it wouldn’t budge. Instinctively he pushed the metal caddy against his stomach to help hold the cylinder but all that did was press on his aching full bladder. He needed both hands but if he removed the hand in his crotch he knew immediately what would happen.
“Do you need a hand there?”
“Fuck Fuck! I’m dying to piss here! This is agony!”
Tyler hadn’t meant to do what happened next but, as with the tweet the night before, impulse took over and he was unable to resist. Maybe Ashleigh was right about his lack of self control but some things were beyond anyone, especially under the intense pressure Tyler was under.
Ashleigh stepped over towards Tyler and took the tea bag caddy out his sweaty warm hand. Fascinated that Tyler didn’t use the opportunity to slip past her to the toilet she watched him avidly as his face contorted and his body arched forwards at the waist, his crotch darkening slowly as a wet patch slowly grew. Ashleigh unscrewed the tea bag tin and handed the container to Tyler. His eyes met hers as she saw the pain, stress and urgency in his entire body but yet she still didn’t expect what happened next...
Unable to control himself a millisecond more Tyler used the hand wrapped tightly around his penis to pull out his dick over the waistband of his trousers and underwear in one urgent speedy fluid movement as he immediately pushed the tea bag jar up to the end of his penis as he unclamped his grip one finger at a time.
The trickle that followed seemed laughable compared to the mountain of fluid inside Tyler but the pressure was so strong his body wasn’t allowing itself to relax right away. Still with the container already half full of tea bags that probably wasn’t a bag thing until he urine quickly reached the top and Tyler screamed as he tried to cut the flow.
‘It won’t stop! Ashleigh it won’t stop!”
With her eyes still firmly transfixed on Tyler’s crotch and his pissing willy Ashleigh reached behind herself onto the counter and grabbed the mug Tyler had got ready for her tea. Without thought she used her other hand to put the now heavy tea bag container on the counter as she swiftly replaced it with the mug as Tyler continued pissing slowly but steadily.
As if now given full permission to relax the speed and volume of his urine increased exponentially as the mug filled within seconds and Tyler shouted again frantically...
‘Grab something else! Quick! It won’t stop!’
Ashleigh looked around having to think urgently. Heavily distracted by what she was watching and, unbeknown to Tyler, her own very full bladder, she grabbed the first thing her hands came across and placed it where the now full mug had been. Tyler was beyond caring as his body continued to release urgently all it had been holding onto for hours and hours. With his eyes half closed and his heart racing he half made out the shape of the kettle but there was no way on earth he could stop the fountain that was cascading out of him. As he heard the splashing and swirling getting louder he dared to finally fully open his eyes as the urine finally slowed down from his penis.
‘I...I...was...’
‘You were desperate Tyler? You were so bursting you couldn’t wait? The tingling and pressure was so strong you couldn’t bear it any longer? You thought your eyes would float away you had to piss so much? Your bladder was so rock hard and full of urine you could hardly stand up straight any more? The pressure between your legs was so heavy and burdensome you wanted to scream? You would sell your soul just to find a bathroom and be able to use it such was your need? You were so overwhelmed with urgency you felt you might collapse? Was that what you were about to say?’
As Tyler shook the final drops from his now half hard penis into his own overflowing kettle he looked up as his eyes met Ashleigh’s once again.
‘God yes! I have never in my whole life had to go so badly. That was intense! But why? Why wouldn’t you let me go?’
Lifting the heavy full kettle onto the counter and opening the cupboard where Tyler had earlier pulled out a mug Ashleigh grabbed a glass tumbler and placed it on the counter. As she continued answering Tyler, who was still panting and sighing in relief with his anatomy still hanging loose, she flipped her long red hair behind her shoulders and hitched her suit dress up over her hips. Swiftly and boldly she then used both hands to pull down her tights to her knees as she slipped the tumbler between her legs. As she peed loudly into the glass, her eyes watching carefully as it filled she spoke as if this was as ordinary thing to happen as shaking hands.
“For a few reasons Tyler. Firstly that woman you wrote about in your tweet last night? She’s my best friend! I wanted you to experience the humiliation you caused her. Karma? Revenge? Payback? Call it what you like but now you have some idea how horrible it is when someone embarrasses you and pushes you to your limit don’t you...and secondly....pass me another glass will you...I still have loads left to release here...”
Blinking in shock Tyler stepped nearer the cupboard and reached for another tumbler. Handing it to Ashleigh he obediently took the now full glass off her sitting it on the counter next to all the containers he’d just pissed into too. As Ashleigh put the second tumbler between her legs and resumed pissing loudly and strongly Tyler had to ask...
“And secondly?”
“Well, maybe I do have a bit of a ‘thing’ for men with full bladders and you didn’t disappoint. It was all so much better when I was just as desperate as you were but not letting on. Oh boy you have no idea how much I needed this...while you were on the lunchtime news live earlier I honestly thought I was a goner. When you were at the door I felt faint with the pressure in my bladder and while you filled the kettle...look...I actually leaked a bit. But God it was worth every second to get you back...fuck you’d better get me a third glass...I can’t believe I had this much inside me...”
Tyler’s heart raced, his mouth felt inexplicably dry and sticky and his penis suddenly hard and throbbing. Stuff those interviews, forget the press releases, fuck the whole lot of them...right now his mind and body wanted only one thing and the dripping wet vagina right in front of him belonging to a very sexy, manipulating and controlling goodness was all he could stare at and think about. He didn’t care right now how much she wanted or needed another glass to piss in, he didn’t even care that in the other room he could hear phones ringing constantly, he had one need now and one need only, and just like his need to piss earlier this need was now every bit as urgent and necessary.
Ashleigh placed the second glass of warm foamy pee on the counter by the other one and went to reach for a third glass. As she did so Tyler grabbed her wrist firmly with one hand while his other very brazenly reached down to Ashleigh’s crotch and stroked her. Feeling her warm wetness his whole body shook with sudden desire.
‘Fuck. You seriously did enjoy me bursting then?’
Ashleigh nodded.
Tyler smirked.
‘Well you know how rubbish my self control is don’t you? You’re not gonna say I can’t do this too are you?’
Ashleigh coughed nervously.
‘We all have our limits Tyler. Some things just need to happen regardless of the consequences. Just don’t tweet about this though will you?’
Tweet? That was the absolute last thing Tyler was thinking about as he already decided that before Ashleigh left he’d not only ask for her number but he’d have plenty to drink too. |
Hii! Here I am with a new story!
Draco was studying in his own room. All the eight years had gotten their own rooms in a mutual common room. McGonagall had decided that they deserved some privacy, especially since some of them were eighteen now.
Draco had been studying for the whole afternoon and evening already, even skipping dinner. He had an important test tomorrow and he wanted to get a good grade. Due to this, he hadn’t seen his boyfriend Harry since classes.
He squirmed slightly in his seat. He needed to pee for almost two hours already and it was only getting worser now. But he wouldn’t allow himself to go. No, not now. First he was gonna finish the last chapter of this book. Then he would be done with his homework.
He rubbed his thighs tightly against eachother. Merlin, he needed to go badly. Only a few pages left... A sharp urge from his bladder caused him to gasp a little and shove a hand between his legs. He pressed against his crotch, sighing contently at the small relief it gave him.
By the time he was reaching the last page, he was practically bouncing in his seat. His hand was still holding himself tightly. He was sure he never needed to go so fucking badly before in his life. He squirmed impatiently through the last page, willing his body to hold on just a little longer.
Finally, he finished his book. He closed it and put it on top of his other work. He sighed happily because he could finally hop to the small bathroom attached to his room and relief himself.
First, he needed to stand up. He carefully stood up, not wanting to strain his bladder even more. A little pee dribbled down in his boxer. He immediately doubled over and grabbed himself tightly with two hands. Oh... he needed to go so badly.
His need only got worser standing up. Quickly, he started to shuffle to the bathroom, careful to leak no more. One hand was still shoved in his crotch. He really should have gone earlier. It hurt to hold his pee this much.
He was about to grab the door handle of the bathroom when suddenly a cheery voice sounded behind him.
”Hey! Oh I see you finally finished your homework. Great, because I missed you so much!”
Harry.
Oh fucking shit, Harry
Draco turned around, forcing the hand out of his crotch causing him to leak a little more. Luckily nothing showed on his trousers yet but his boxers felt uncomfortably damp. He shifted from foot to foot impatiently. Shit, shit, shit, he was about to pee himself if he waited any longer.
”Hey, Harry!” He forced himself to sound cheery. “I eh... I will come to you in a second, just need to use the bathroom first,” he said awkwardly, dancing in place. Surely, his boyfriend would notice that he was about to burst.
Only, Harry is the most oblivious guy ever.
Harry didn’t notice a thing. He chuckled and walked over to Draco, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist and pulling him closer. “I’m sure that can wait. I have missed you so much. I need you now.”
Draco shifted one leg in front of the other, bouncing slightly. He then wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and gave him a little kiss. He then retreated but Harry still held him tightly. “Harry, just one second. I really need to-“
He was interrupted by Harry kissing him again. Harry grabbed Draco’s hands and put them around Harry’s neck. Harry then wrapped his own arms around Draco’s waist.
Draco was at his limit. He felt more pee coming out. Soon it will become a wet spot, he was sure of that. Since his arms were around Harry’s neck, he couldn’t hold himself. But then Harry put his leg between Draco’s.
Draco’s crotch was now pressed against Harry’s leg. He couldn’t help but press himself tighter again’t the Gryffindor’s leg. He willed Harry’s leg to hold himself so no more pee could escape.
“Eager for it, aren’t we?” Harry grinned, totally thinking that Draco did this out of being horny instead of absolutely desperate to pee.
He couldn’t hold it anymore. He needed to go so badly and it was gonna come out. He pushed himself loose of Harry, confusing the Gryffindor.
“Sorry... I-I can’t hold it anymore. I need to pee so badly Harry!!!” With that, he shoved his hands in his crotch, dancing in place.
Finally, Harry got it. “Oh, well... I’ll wait. Do you ehmm.. need help? Wait, let me open the door for you!” Harry moved to open the door for him, but it was too late.
Draco tried, but his body gave up. It started as a trickle but soon became a steady stream. It soaked his boxers, then the crotch of his pants. It wet the legs of his pants and soon it formed a puddle on the ground as well.
Harry stared as his boyfriend had an accident. Secretly, he found it a little hot. His boyfriend squirming and then having a full blown accident. It didn’t disgust Harry, it only turned him on.
Draco on the other hand felt very ashamed. He didn’t dare to look at Harry. The relief was overwhelming, but so was the shame. Tears streamed down his face. His boyfriend was gonna think he was disgusting.
“That was... that was amazing..,” Harry gaped.
Draco looked up. “What?”
“You having an accident, it was actually kind of hot..,” Harry blushed.
“Well ehmm... it also felt amazing to finally let go after holding for so long,” Draco blushed, wiping his tears away.
Harry smiled. “If you want, we can you know... do this more often? Maybe with roleplay or something...”
Draco thought. If Harry didn’t think it was disgusting, then sure. And it did feel extremely good to let go. “Yeah, yeah we should,” Draco smiled.
Harry smiled back at him and wiped away the remaining of tears. “Lets get you cleaned up. Wanna share a shower?” he grinned.
Draco flushed red and nodded. |
Reminder that my characters are always quite out of character!
“But I didn’t do anything!”
Okay so maybe Malfoy was right, Harry thought. Harry had been the one to throw beetroot in Malfoy’s potion, causing it to explode. He just found it funny. It was an innocent prank and Draco the huge git deserved it.
Snape blamed them both though. So now Harry and Malfoy were both standing in Snape’s classroom, waiting for Snape to tell them their punishment.
Snape sighed. “I don’t care. Both of you get detention, wether you like it or not.”
“What do we need to do professor?” Harry asked.
“Come back here at eight and I’ll tell you more,” Snape said and then walked out of the door. Malfoy quickly followed. Harry sighed and made his way to the next class.
...
Harry and Draco were currently on their way to the forest. Snape told them that they need to collect ingredients for potions. They got a whole list and they could only leave once they got everything on the list.
Harry noticed that Draco had been quiet for the whole way. He was kicking stones as he walked and his face screamed annoyance.
“Look, Malfoy, I am not happy with this situation either but if we just hurry we can get out.”
Malfoy didn’t respond, instead he kept kicking stones.
Harry rolled his eyes. Dramatic git.
“It isn’t even that bad,” Harry teared the list in two. “You do this part and I do this part. We won’t even have to work together this way.”
Malfoy took the paper and shoved it in his pocket. He still gave no response.
Harry hates being ignored more than anything. “What got your panties in a twist? Detention isn’t even that bad so stop acting like it is the end of the world!”
This got Malfoy’s attention. He turned around and eyed Harry. “Maybe for you but for me it sure is so leave me to be.”
“You are being dramatic as usual, Malfoy. Merlin, I’m surprised your daddy hasn’t saved you yet. He sure would have...”
Suddenly Harry found himself twisted around, looking at a very angry Draco.
“Keep my father out of this! If he finds out about this he would fucking...” Malfoy stopped his sentence.
“He would fucking what?”
“No, nevermind Potter.”
But now Harry was curious and surely he wasn’t gonna let this go so easily. “No, tell me! What is your father gonna do? Kill me? Hit me? Curse me?” Harry asked without any humor in his voice.
Malfoy stopped walking. He looked down and mumbled something.
“What did you say?”
Malfoy looked up and Harry saw a little fear in his eyes. “Not you, Potter. Me. He would kill, hit and curse me.”
Harry laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. You and your dad worship each other.”
Malfoy just shook his head. “He hates my guts. I’m a disappointment to him. The only person my father worships is some freak monster.”
Harry was taken aback. “Shit Malfoy... I’m sorry. But.., why? I don’t understand why your dad hates you. I mean, you act like his fucking twin at school,” Harry said dumbly.
“It is an act, Potter. My father hates my guts because I am the opposite of what he wants me to be. I don’t want to be a fucking death eater or something. Definitely not. Father knows that,” Malfoy spoke before taking a deep breath.
“I am supposed to take the mark next summer. If I refuse, either father or the Dark Lord will kill me. So mom and I sought protection by Dumbledore. My mother and I are spies, Potter. I’m gonna take that mark for the safety of me and my mom. I can gain inside information and pass it to the Order. They offer my mom and I protection in return. Look Potter, think of me what you want but my mom is not a bad person. She is just as much trapped by father as I am. Neither of us care about blood status or ridiculous stuff like that. So please, respect her.”
Harry stood silent, not knowing what to say.
Malfoy chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t know why I said all of that. I guess I just wanted you to know but I didn’t know how. You can’t tell anyone this though!”
Harry smiled at Mal.. Draco. “I won’t say a word. Thanks for trusting me, Draco. I really respect you and your mom for that. It is truly amazing.”
Draco smiled back. “Would you like to become friends, Harry?”
Harry chuckled. “Sure,” with that he shook Draco’s hand.
...
Draco felt over the moon as he walked in the forest with Harry. Finally he and Harry became friends! He has never had a real friend before. All his friends were just sons of his fathers friends. Sons who would love to become a deatheater.
But now he had Harry and he could become his secret friend. Maybe they could go flying at night or play chess in the room of requirements. Draco smiled as he knelt down to pick some berries.
As he knelt he felt an uncomfortable pressure in his bladder. Draco sighed inwardly. Of course he had forgotten to use the bathroom before detention. Now all the juice from dinner wanted to get out.
He supposed he could just go behind a tree. But that was truly disgusting, wasn’t it? Besides, Harry would think that it is disgusting too. Draco wasn’t gonna risk that after just being friends for half an hour.
The pressure was annoying but he decided to ignore it. He was old enough to hold it in anyways. He looked at his paper and groaned. He had only gotten two ingredients yet.
He subtly shifted into a more comfortable position. It gave only a small relief as his bladder protested again. Fuck fuck fuck... why didn’t he just go when he had the chance to?
...
Harry felt happy as he collected some leaves. It had been over an hour since Harry and Draco became friends and Harry already knew they were gonna become great friends. He smiled as he finished the leaves.
“Hey Draco! I already finished collecting these leaves!”
Draco turned around and smiled a little. “Good job!”
Harry chuckled and looked at what Draco was doing. He was collecting poppy seeds. Draco’s position was rather uncomfortable. He kept shifting and changing his position. Was he in pain?
Harry walked up to Draco. “Hey, are you okay? You look uncomfortable.”
Draco shook his head. “Fine. I’m just tired. Can we hurry up a bit?” He said uncomfortably.
“Are you sure? You look in pain.”
“I’m not! I’m fine!” Draco said while changing his position again.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the action but then decided to move on instead of arguing with Draco.
...
Draco sighed softly when Harry finally turned around. He didn’t want Harry to find out he had to pee. Badly. That would be embarrasing. If they just hurried up then Draco could go to the castle and finally...
A sharp urge hit him and Draco almost moaned at the effort of holding it in. He changed his position so that his crotch was resting on the heels of his shoes. Slightly ashamed, he wriggled a bit to help hold it in.
He wasn’t even halfway with his list and his need to pee surely didn’t help him move faster too. He groaned slightly as he felt that certain need growing worser and worse over time.
He wriggled again but it just wasn’t enough. He looked behind him and saw Harry picking berries. Draco smiled a bit, Harry wasn’t looking. Quickly, Draco grabbed his crotch and held himself tightly. He couldn’t help but squeeze in absolute desperation.
He needed to hurry. Draco felt ashamed but he wasn’t gonna last forever and his desperation was growing each minute. He could just feel the liquid trying to get out. He squeezed himself harder, willing himself to hold on just a bit longer.
...
Harry sneaked quick glances at Draco. Something was really off with him and Harry was determined to find out what was bothering the blonde so much.
And then Harry saw it and he almost chuckled. Draco was holding himself. He just needed to pee. Harry felt relieved, happy that it wasn’t something bad.
But why wouldn’t Draco just say so? He looked as if he needed to go badly. Harry looked again and saw Draco squeezing himself while wiggling in his position. Oh no, he didn’t need to go just badly. The blonde was bursting.
Harry stood up, not wanting Draco to be in pain much longer.
“Lets go back to the castle,” Harry announced.
“But we aren’t done yet!” Draco said. His hand were on his knees now. Obviously he didn’t want to hold himself in front of Harry but he probably really needed to. His thighs were squeezed together and his face was focused on trying not to pee himself.
“Yeah, but you need the bathroom badly so lets just go, okay?”
Draco flushed red. “I don’t need to go to the bathroom. Please, lets just hurry and...”
“Draco you are about to wet yourself! I’m not blind!”
Draco was desperately trying to keep still but it wasn’t working. It seemed like another bad urge hit him because suddenly Draco grabbed his crotch and bend forward.
Harry felt pity. Why didn’t Draco just ask to go earlier? It probably hurt to hold this much and this long. “C’mon, Draco. Lets hurry so you can go pee.”
This time Draco made no protest as he stood up, his hands still buried in his crotch.
...
Draco felt ashamed but he couldn’t move his hands away from his crotch, otherwise he would surely pee himself.
When Harry came again his desperation just grew ten times and Draco didn’t know how long he could hold it anymore.
They walked in small steps, Draco carefully trying to not piss himself. Another urge hit him and he bend forwards again, crossing his legs and squeezing himself. He felt a leak escaping, big enough to wet his boxers.
“Do you think you can make it?” Harry asked softly. Draco didn’t know.
“Just... just hurry please. I need to pee so badly. Like really fucking badly. I don’t think I have ever needed to pee this badly before,” Draco moaned as he walked again.
Harry just smiled at him. “You’ll be fine. Besides, that is a lie. I saw you flying on the pitch once at night. You probably thought you were alone but I was taking a night walk. Anyways, it looked like you were desperate for a piss then too. I saw you rushing to the quidditch changing rooms because of the bathroom there. You did make it right?”
Draco flushed red. Harry saw him that night? He was practising on his own that night. He needed to pee so badly but he wasn’t gonna stop till he had the snitch. When he finally caught it, his boxers were soaked. He ran to the changing rooms but they were locked. Needless to say, he didn’t make it. But Harry didn’t need to know that.
“I did make it,” he said stubbornly. “Now can we please stop talking about being desperate?” He moaned.
Harry chuckled a little. “Sure Draco.”
Draco kept walking but soon he felt another leak. No, no no... not in front of Harry he basically begged to himself. He had to hold it. He wasn’t gonna pee himself in front of Harry.
The leak stopped but there was a wet spot visibly through his hand still holding himself. Harry looked at him with pity.
“Almost there,” Harry said to Draco.
But they weren’t even out of the forest yet. The castle was still so far away.
Tears gathered in his eyes as he realized that he most likely wasn’t going to make it. He was gonna pee himself right in front of Harry and then Harry would think he is disgusting.
Harry saw the tears gathering in Draco’s eyes and smiled softly as he put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Hey, heads up man. You can hold it in. Really, you are gonna make it!” Harry said, trying to encourage Draco.
But Draco couldn’t. He had to go so freaking badly and there was no way he would make it all the way to the castle.
“Harry, I can’t. I need to go so b-badly. I’m gonna wet himself. I c-can’t hold it anymore!” He said desperately. He must have looked pathetic. Hands still shoved in his crotch while whining about needing to pee. He was like a freaking toddler.
Draco bounced on his feet as he was somehow still holding. It hurted like crazy. Merlin, he wished the world would just disappear right here and now.
Harry realized at that point that Draco definitely wasn’t going to make it. Not wanting Draco to feel embarrased, he thought of a quick solution.
“Go behind the tree! I promise I won’t look. Really, you can make it to there!” Harry said as he pointed to the nearby tree.
Draco knew he had no other choice. Either the tree or his pants would go wet and he would prefer have it be the tree. He nodded to Harry and started making his way towards the tree.
He was halfway when another bad urge got him sagging to his knees with the effort of not peeing. Unfortunately he leaked large. The front of his pants were completely soaked through.
Determined to not have a full accident, Draco straightened up again. He was gonna make it. He just needed to take one step further and...
The movement of his step caused him to lose it completely. He gripped himself but it didn’t work. Pee gushed out of him as his bladder emptied.
The hissing sound was so damn loud. His pants soaked completely and a puddle started forming on the ground. He peed for a long minute and couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Finally, the pee turned into a small trickle and then it stopped. Horrified Draco looked at the mess he made. He was wet, disgusting and ashamed. Fuck his small, weak bladder. Fuck this all.
He couldn’t help but cry as if to add to the pathetic situation. Harry was gonna laugh at him and think he was disgusting. Harry would tell the whole school and then his father would find out and then... he cried harder as he panicked.
...
Harry watched as Draco lost control and peed himself. The blonde’s pants soaked and a large puddle formed on the ground. The hissing was loud and never ending.
Harry was fascinated as he looked at the puddle. How much had Draco been holding in? He didn’t know what to say. He just watched until Draco stopped peeing and cried.
Draco was crying.
Harry shook out of his trance and made his way towards Draco. He must be so embarrased. Harry really felt bad for him. Harry placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder but Draco flinched away.
“Hey, shhh! Don’t worry. We will fix this. Hey, stop crying,” Harry said softly.
Draco just continued to cry. “I’m so sorry.., merlin I’m disgusting.”
Harry shook his head and lay his hand on Draco’s shoulder again. This time the blonde didn’t flinch away. “Don’t be sorry! Accidents happen. We will clean you up. Nothing to worry about!” Harry smiled.
“You are not laughing at me?”
Harry winced. The old Harry might have laughed at Malfoy’s humiliation but the new Harry only felt compassion for his friend Draco.
“Of course not. I’ll help clean you up and then we will forget about this, okay?”
Draco nodded through tears and Harry smiled at him. He wiped some tears away and motioned for Draco to come with him.
“I know Hagrid isn’t home now. So why don’t we go there? You can take a shower and I’ll get you some clean clothes. This way no one will see you and then this will be over,” Harry suggested.
Draco smiled a little, relieved at how nice Harry was being. Draco followed Harry to Hagrid’s hut. Harry opened the door and led Draco towards the shower.
“I’ll be right back with some clean clothes. You take a relaxing shower, alright?” Harry asked softly.
“Yes, that will work. Thank you so much, Harry,” Draco said as he smiled at Harry. He then disappeared into the bathroom, not wanting Harry to see him in wet clothes much longer.
Harry left Hagrids hut and rushed towards Hogwarts. Once there he grabbed a soft black sweater he owned and some black trousers. He also grabbed clean boxers and socks. He then rushed back to Hagrids hut and waited for Draco to finish showering.
He handed the clothes through the door and then waited for Draco to finish changing.
...
Draco put on Harry’s clothes. He felt much better currently. Harry had been so kind and sweet. He also felt clean now which helped improve his mood a lot.
Harry’s clothes were too big on Draco’s small figure. He basically drowned in the soft material of the black sweater. Draco didn’t mind. It smelt like Harry and Harry smelled nice and safe.
He emerged out of the bathroom and saw Harry sitting on the couch. Harry gaped as he saw Draco in his new clothes.
Draco fiddled with a loose string of his sweater. He felt a bit shy at being watched. Yet he smirked at Harry. “Like what you see?”
“You look adorable...” Harry stepped closer.
Draco blushed and stepped closer too. “Do you think so?” He said as he looked Harry straight in the eyes.
“Oh yes, I absolutely think that..,” Harry moved closer and now they were only a few inches apart.
“Mmm.., I think you look adorable too...” Draco said flirtingly.
“Yeah? Thats good to hear..,” with that Harry closed the gap between them and kissed Draco.
Draco responded immediately and kissed Harry back.
They kissed for what seemed like hours. Draco’s hands were around Harry’s neck and Harry was pulling Draco at the waist. Eventually, Harry let loose.
“We should go before Hagrid comes back..,” Harry mumbled. Draco nodded and picked up his wet clothes that still lay in the bathroom.
They walked back to the castle in comfortable silence. Draco turned to look at Harry.
“Do you know the room of requirement?”
Harry nodded. “We should make it a bedroom.”
Draco grinned. “We should.”
They made their way to the room of requirement and changed it into a bedroom. Draco let himself fall on the kingbed and sighed contently. “I’m gonna fall asleep in seconds here.”
“Not without me,” Harry smiled as he lay beside Draco. “Are you feeling better?”
“I am,” Draco replied softly. “You made my day in Hagrid’s hut. And you know.., thank you for being so nice to me.”
Harry grinned and cradled Draco closer to him. “Hey silly, accidents happen. You don’t have to thank me for being nice. I need to thank you for being freaking awesome.”
Draco smiled and curled up to Harry. “Says you... hey what if we continue what we started tomorrow. I’m really gonna fall asleep...”
Harry smiled and kissed Draco’s forehead. “We will. Go sleep, Draco. We will talk tomorrow.”
Harry got no reply since Draco had already fallen asleep. Harry chuckled and lay down while closing his eyes. He fell asleep within minutes while Draco was in his arms. |
Hey all, wrote a one-shot story based on a convo with @ed2. There's a realistic ending and a not-realistic ending, the latter has messing while the former is just wetting.
Mall security was a boring job. Being in charge of the security cameras… even more boring. It didn’t help that movies like Paul Blart: Mall Cop and Observe and Report made the job the butt of jokes. But, I didn’t mind getting paid to sit on my ass and watch the screens. I didn’t even have to do anything if I did see something go down - most of my job consisted of writing down the time and location and a description of someone when I saw them shoplift. I tried my best to not even do that unless it was really obvious.
The COVID pandemic made my job more boring, at least at first. Well, first of all, for a while I didn’t have a job. Living in this nightmare of a country, I was given unpaid leave as the mall remained closed for a month while the government gave me a solitary check for my troubles. Despite the pandemic not improving, the mall eventually did open back up with some restrictions and I was back to work, but now there was even less to pay attention to as most people did their best to stay home. A mall was full of unnecessary products, was indoors, and not known for attracting the smartest people - it was exactly the kind of place everyone assumed would become a hotspot.
Being in my lone security office with the cameras, radioing the security officers actually patrolling every once in a while, that risk wasn’t too high for me. My job continued to be boring and I continued to put in the very minimum effort - until one day I noticed something.
On my camera, I saw a woman - in her 20s, brunette, tall - come to a stop and cross her legs when she exited a clothing store. I first thought she might have been up to no good, hence paying attention. When she uncrossed her legs, she speedwalked away, adding to my suspicion. She left one camera frame but I picked her up on a different camera. She turned to a hallway that did not lead to any stores and that’s when I realized. That hallway led to the bathrooms - she had to pee. But, because of the pandemic, the bathrooms were all closed!
There was one camera for that hallway. I now stared intently as I waited for her to appear in the frame. She did a few seconds later and I saw the inevitable face of despair as she saw the closed sign. She fully crossed her legs and thrust her hands in her crotch, bending over 45 degrees as she bounced in desperation. After a moment, she turned and hurried away.
I watched her as she left the mall - I didn’t see an accident, but my job just got much more interesting. I’ve always been… attracted to a desperate woman and couldn’t believe this was my first time in a job where I was getting paid to spy on people.
Unfortunately for me, despite a couple more minor desperate sightings, I didn’t see anything even as titillating as that brunette for a couple more months. This changed in a major way for me in October. Traffic was up a little, as our local college reopened despite everyone telling them not to.
On this fateful October afternoon, I saw three athletes from the local college enter. I noticed them because they were still in their uniforms and because they were from different sports. I’ve seen teams go to the mall together, but never saw three different sports’ athletes enter in uniform. I wondered if their practices were at the same time or something. One was a tall Black girl with curly hair down to her shoulders. She wore a tight red top, our college’s color, with the number 3 on the back and the college name on the front. Unlike a football or basketball jersey, her name wasn’t on the back but the tiny, skintight black shorts made it clear she was a volleyball player.
The second girl was a short Latina with straight hair. Her top was looser, almost like a t-shirt, while her shorts were looser and a little bit longer as well, and both were red. Her back said 17, but similarly did not have a name. It was clear she was a soccer player, and I’m not racially profiling when I say that.
The last girl was a short-haired blonde of a similar height to the soccer player with a red singlet top and red briefs. I generally thought track athletes pulled on sweatpants over their running briefs when they weren’t actively racing, but it was unseasonably warm that day so maybe she didn’t care. I did admire three in-shape women in revealing clothing for a moment, but I quickly moved on as I had no reason at that moment to keep observing them.
About 45 minutes later, I observed the three enter a small, local clothing store. At this point I should explain something - our mall divided up security. Some stores, especially the larger, chain, big-box stores, had their own security cameras and even security guards. The smaller ones, though, paid the mall to provide that service. So this local store’s cameras were under my supervision. Since there was nothing else of note going on, I switched to that camera to see what was up.
I was surprised to see one of their employees. Well, I obviously wasn’t surprised to see her, she was doing her job folding clothes. I was surprised that she had her legs crossed and was bent over like she really had to pee. This employee was a brunette, skinny, wearing a tight turtleneck and loose jeans.
The track athlete walked up to the store employee. I obviously did not know what they were talking about, but I could tell the employee could not stand still as she listened, bouncing her legs and shifting which leg she leaned on more heavily. The track athlete was bouncy, too, not standing still and hopping from leg to leg. The employee shook her head no. I couldn’t see the track athlete, since her behind was to me, but she reacted by crossing her legs tightly and shooting her hands into her crotch. She must have asked about bathrooms and been turned down.
The track athlete returned to the other two girls. The Latina soccer player was rifling through clothes like she didn’t notice the conversation, but the blonde track athlete must have told the volleyball player because I saw a look of momentary panic on her face. While I wasn’t sure how the soccer player was doing, it was clear that three of the women were desperate with no options until they left the mall. At this point, I wasn’t even checking the other cameras and stayed focused on this one store.
The soccer player seemed committed to finding someone she wanted, so she continued to dig through jeans. Perhaps she wasn’t as desperate as her friends, though I noticed when she was standing still her legs were crossed. Meanwhile, her two friends sifted through clothes themselves, but they seemed half-hearted - more to distract themselves than because they really wanted to buy clothes. I even eyed the employee, who continued to bounce up and down as she folded clothes in a corner of the store.
After a few minutes, the soccer player seemed to finally pick out a pair of pants she wanted. She walked to the back where the fitting rooms were. The desperate store employee greeted her but stopped her. They had a heated conversation, where I presume the store employee explained that fitting rooms were closed. The whole time, the store employee’s legs were crossed and despite not being able to see too much detail, I swore I saw a small dark spot form on her crotch. The soccer player did not notice and walked away in a huff. The volleyball player and track athlete were waiting at the store entrance. The track athlete was openly holding her crotch, The volleyball player tried to look less obvious, standing with her legs tightly crossed and rocking forward and backward. When the soccer player got to them, the track athlete uncovered her crotch and whispered to the soccer player, pointing down. Fortunately, I had the angle to see and thought I also saw a wet spot on her red briefs. If the volleyball player had leaked, she made no mention nor would it be visible through a security camera with her black shorts.
Realistic(-ish) ending:
As they left the store and made their way out of the mall, I flipped through cameras to keep watching them. Halfway to the exit, the track athlete slowed to baby steps. Her two friends forged ahead before realizing their friend was falling behind. As they turned around, I could see distinctly the dark spot I thought I noticed expand. While the camera resolution wasn’t good enough to see droplets or rivulets, I saw her legs where glistening and I could make out an expanding puddle.
Her friends simultaneously gasped, watching, but the mall was empty enough no one else seemed to notice. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a sound and I wished I was physically there, but witnessing the bright red ears and cheeks of embarrassment on the blonde athlete while also seeing the relief on her face was a pretty good show. After about half a minute, she wordlessly began to speed walk out of the mall, dragging her two friends with her. I decided to do my job for once and picked up my walkie-talkie, switching to the custodial staff radio. “Need a clean-up outside of the Hot Topic. Looks like a puddle of some kind.”
A custodian confirmed they were on their way and satisfied I did SOMETHING productive today, I switched my view to the store to check on the employee I knew was leaking already. She was at the cash register ringing up a customer. She seemed distracted, grimacing her face. I assumed it was from desperation but when the customer left, I saw her rush to the back of the store. Without the cash register and table blocking her lower half, I realized she was totally soaked - she must have peed as she worked. I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the view, knowing she was likely having the worst shift of her life.
Knowing there was likely another show, I switched my view to a camera facing an exit. I saw the three athletes burst through the doors, the blonde girl’s red briefs darkened halfway up both the front and the back, very obviously showing the evidence from her accident. I was surprised to see they didn’t head straight towards campus but they turned right along the sidewalk, running parallel to the walls of the mall. A few feet down there is a little enclave due to the entrance sticking out further than the rest of the mall. I immediately realized what was happening as this spot was secluded from the mall parking lot. I had one camera with a sightline on this path and I switched to it just in time to see the soccer player pull down her shorts and immediately began peeing. I could clearly see her strong stream, heavy enough that her growing puddle was almost frothing. Her public urination was too much for the volleyball player, who was too embarrassed to do the same. She was now writhing on the spot, crossing her legs back and forth and dancing up and down. However, her shyness would be her downfall, as I saw her legs begin to glisten and a growing dark patch on the concrete form beneath her feet. I couldn’t see any markings on her clothes due to her shorts being black, but I knew she was wetting herself. Her facial expression was an odd mix of horror and relief and she closed her eyes as she continued to wet herself. The track athlete put her arm around her to comfort her and the soccer player was also saying something to her, though I had no idea what. After another half minute, the soccer player pulled up her shorts (with nothing to wipe, I noticed) and the three girls made their way out of the parking lot and towards campus, and I was left with images burned into my memory as I tried to refocus on my job.
Fantasy ending (messing warning):
I could bear to watch on camera no more and I radioed in that I was taking my break. Technically, someone was supposed to take over cameras when I took my break, but especially during the pandemic no one cared if the station was unmanned for fifteen minutes. I hurried down to the store I knew the three girls would be leaving soon and tried to think of a reason to interact with them. I arrived just as the three girls walked out, and in-person I could clearly see the quarter-sized wet spot on the track athlete’s briefs. Still with only a half-baked plan, I blurted out, “Hey! Stop!”
They did what I asked, which surprised me, until I remembered I was in my mall security uniform. I thought on my feet. “Sorry, just a store reported an item missing and you three were at the store. We are just checking everyone who went in and out.”
The track athlete looked angry. “Are you accusing us of stealing?”
“No m’am, we have to follow up with every customer whenever something is reported missing.”
The volleyball player looked suspicious. “Was it this store that reported us?”
“No. Listen, it’s obvious you three probably aren’t it. Two of you don’t even have pockets.” I turned to the soccer player. “Just show me what’s in your pockets and I can let you go.”
She nodded and the three visibly calmed down as she pulled out keys and her phone. Her phone case doubled as her wallet. As she showed me, I saw the track athlete cross her legs and bend over and I thought the spot grew a little. The volleyball player also bounced up and down, though she tried to keep it subtle. I nodded to the soccer player. “You’re all good. But, uhh… I have to ask. Do you need the bathroom?”
All three girls nodded vigorously. I had my plan. “Listen, ladies, I’m not supposed to do this, but I can unlock a bathroom for you.”
Their faces showed their relief. Yes pleases and oh my god thank yous were said. I cautioned, “I can unlock the single occupancy bathroom so it’s one at a time, just as a heads up. But follow me.”
I intentionally led them to the furthest bathroom in the mall. As we walked, I could tell the track athlete’s steps were getting smaller as she got closer to losing control. The other two were better at hiding their desperation, but it drove me crazy knowing I was with three desperate women. We finally arrived at the hallway that led away from the stores; at the end were three locked bathroom doors - male, female, and single occupancy. I had pretended the single occupancy one was the only one I could unlock, so I led them down the hall to that door. About halfway down the hall, a fart echoed from one of the girls. It was unmistakable now that we were away from the shoppers and stores and it echoed down the hall. I chose not to react or comment, keeping up my false professional image. I got to the door and pulled out my keys. I turned to the three women. Now that I could face them directly, I saw the track athlete was dancing in place, the dark spot on her red briefs now the size of a fist. The soccer player was crossing her legs repeatedly while the volleyball player was hunched over, grabbing her stomach. I asked, “Who’s going first?”
The three girls looked at each other in panic. After a momentary hesitation, the blonde track athlete spoke first. “Please let me go first. I’m already losing control.”
As if to emphasize her point, I saw her crotch glisten with renewed wetness. Unable to soak it up anymore, this spurt trickled down her left leg down to her knee. The other two nodded and she rushed to the door. I fumbled with the keys, intentionally getting a couple wrong as the blonde danced beside me. I swore I heard a soft crackling for a moment… I finally got the door open and the blonde rushed in. As she passed me, I saw clearly that the wet spot now went up her butt about a quarter of the way and there was an unmistakable bulge the size of a golf ball. It grew a little before she turned to slam the door shut. This close to the bathroom, I heard her fumble with her briefs before a hissing sound came through, along with the audible plops as she relieved her bowels as well.
The audible relief was hell for the other two girls. The Black volleyball player was standing perfectly still now, legs tightly crossed. She was taller than me and almost looked statue-esque. I thought for a moment she had found her second wind, but the stillness was actually because she was losing control. I looked down and saw her black spandex shorts glisten as she leaked, her eyes closed either in embarrassment or concentration as she tried to hold back the flood. I saw a single stream slowly make its way down her toned right leg. I was entranced as I saw her leak a little more, the trail growing more defined on her leg. Her right leg was crossed over her left, and as the stream got strong enough to reach her knee, it began to fall on the floor, creating a few drops that I could distinctly hear in the quiet hallway. However, I was distracted from the volleyball player’s quiet desperation by a loud fart. I had assumed the first one was the track athlete’s, but this one was obviously the Latina soccer player. Her cheeks burned red as I looked over to her, startled. She slowly walked backwards until her back was to the wall and she placed her hands against the wall. I was curious what she was doing until I realized she was subtly moving her hands against her butt, trying to physically hold it in. She saw me looking, though, and immediately stood up straight and moved her hands away. This proved to be her downfall as I heard a crackling immediately fill the hallway and the distinct smell of a solid mess permeated the hallway. It was clear the Latina woman was totally losing control of her bowels, and it came at the expense of her bladder as well. A couple streams fell out of her shorts on both sides, though the shorts didn’t stain. A puddle the size of tennis ball formed beneath her, though, as she held back the rest of her urine at the expense of her bowels.
I looked back at the volleyball player whose eyes still remained closed. The droplets were now also a puddle the size of a dinner plate, though it was clear she was still holding back more. At this point, the blonde finally opened the bathroom door. There was a clear dark stain on her briefs a third of the way up. She held the door open and both of the other girls rushed to the door, but the Latina soccer player won out, slamming the door shut. Despite her soccer shorts being looser than the other two’s bottoms, I could see a clear bulge, larger than an orange. She had clearly gone entirely in her pants. I glanced at the blonde’s bottom as she passed me and saw it was now free of any evidence she had pooped, but the dark stain of wetness covered a third of her butt.
The volleyball player was right next to me, having raced to the door as well. She banged on the door once before giving up, knowing there was no reason to put up a fight. Now that she was next to me I could see her behind and the tight volleyball shorts clearly showed her butt was tightly clenched. I found it odd but amusing that all three had such synchronized systems.
I backed away from the door, knowing she would jump in the moment the soccer player left. I stood beside the track athlete, who was determined to not talk to me nor look at what seemed to be an inevitable accident for the volleyball player. As I watched the Black athlete’s butt clench and unclench, I inevitably saw a bulge begin to form as she finally lost control. She stood still as the bulge grew, every inch of its growth visible to me due to her tight shorts. As it reached the size of a golf ball, her bladder emptied as well, as a slow trickle grew to a flood. She parted her legs to prevent it going down into her shoes and I saw her shorts glisten as the puddle grew beneath her. Simultaneously, the bulge grew steadily until it was the size of an orange. Immediately after she was finished with her accident, the door finally opened and the soccer player exited, her shorts showing no stain nor bulge. The volleyball player glared at her before stepping in. After a loud plop and a couple of minutes, the Black athlete stepped out, her shorts still mildly glistening but otherwise missing any evidence of her accident as well. I locked the door. The three girls murmured thanks to me before walking away, none of us acknowledging all three had an accident.
My excitement over, I walked back towards my office and passed the store with the desperate employee. To my surprise, she was at the entrance and stepped out of the store as I passed. I saw she indeed had a wet spot on her loose jeans the size of a fist. She whispered urgently, “Can you let me into a bathroom?”
She had no idea I had just let three women do that. My interest perked up again and I said, “Sorry, you know I can’t.”
“Please. I’ll do anything.”
I cocked my eyebrow. “What exactly can you do for me?”
“I don’t know. Money. Favors. Free clothes.”
“Listen… I’ll just do it. Don’t tell anyone, though.”
“Thank you…”
The employee and I walked to a bathroom. She was familiar with the mall and led us to a different bathroom that was much closer. As we walked, I could smell the familiar stench of poop and I realized once again, she did not just need to pee. Given her loose jeans, I couldn’t tell if she had already begun to lose it, but it certainly smelled like it.
As we walked down the bathroom hallway to the doors at the end, she squealed and buried her hands in her crotch. I saw her crotch glisten momentarily before a rude sound escaped her behind. She began to speedwalk down the hall, muttering to me at a hundred words a minute, “I’m so sorry I have a gluten allergy and I think I ate gluten and it upset my stomach I’m so embarrassed.”
She got to the door behind me and I could hear her bowels act up as she pooped her pants. I could only detect a faint bulging due to the looseness of her jeans, but I saw her wet patch grow to start to cover her butt and thighs. She stepped aside for me to unlock the door and as I fumbled with the keys once again, I saw her wet spot had grown down to halfway to her knees. As I unlocked the door, she burst through. Once again, it was the single occupancy bathroom and she didn’t even bother to close the door, which I still had my hand on. I stood there, in shock, as she undid her jeans and pulled them down. I saw a pair of full cut white panties, now with a large brown bulge behind and soaked, before she lowered that and sat down, urine escaping even before her butt planted down. That’s when she realized I saw everything. I immediately began to apologize and went to shut the door, but she said, “Wait, stop. Umm…”
She grimaced for a second as another load escaped her. “Can you, like, grab another pair of pants for me?”
I asked skeptically, “I already unlocked the bathroom for you and you want me to do you another favor?”
She nodded. “Well, I can pay you back for the clothes. And, uh, help you take care of your problem down there.”
I looked down and realized my hard-on was clearly visible. She giggled. “It’s okay if you liked the show, it’s the only thing making this not the worst moment of my life.”
I was just relieved she didn’t think I was a creep. “Okay. I’ll buy your clothes. Tell me what size.”
Ten minutes later, I had returned to the door with a new set of underwear and jeans. She opened the door and to my surprise she had pulled her panties back up without dumping them out. I stammered, “Uh, do you need more time?”
She shook her head. “I saw the way you looked at me. I assume this is what you wanted to see.”
She pulled me in and locked the door. Then she pulled up her wet jeans and grinded her butt against my hardening penis. “Do you feel it?”
I definitely could feel her accident and I wrapped my hands around her waist. As we grinded, I put my hands down her loose jeans and began to finger her through her wet underwear. This was beyond my wildest fantasies and in just a couple of minutes, I could feel myself cumming in my pants. She could feel it, too, and that put her over the edge as I felt her buck under my fingers, even feeling another squirt against my hand.
I pulled my hand out and she parted from me, turning around to eye me. There was now a clear wet spot on my crotch from both her butt and from me cumming. She smirked. “Well, I think we’re even… Now I can clean up and change. Thanks for being a dear.”
I nodded, wordless, before I made my exit, doing my best to make it back to my station without anyone else seeing. I later saw that employee back at her post, wearing the jeans I bought her without any evidence of what happened, and I realized she never paid me back for buying them. I still thought I got the better end of the deal, though. |
Hello all! It's been a while since I posted anything, and I've had ideas for this floating around for a while, especially because I don't see DDLC omorashi too often, and I'm sort of obsessed with DDLC. 😄 For those that have played the VN, I put a few weeks gap between MC joining the club and the festival just to build out the story (and make the relationship a bit more natural). Sorry if it's a bit long! But, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if you guys have any feedback!
(INTRO)
‘WOW! This club is full of incredibly cute girls!!’
I remember, that was the first thought that went through my mind as I stepped through the doorway into the Literature Club. And the moment where I began to have to substitute the word “cute” in the presence of a certain magical person.
Sayori had strong-armed me into joining since I’ve basically never really joined any kind of club or even participated in an afterschool activity if it didn’t involve shutting myself in my bedroom and watching anime or playing video games all night. But if it got her off my back about it, then why not. Plus, free cupcakes. If only I knew how many cupcakes I had just sold my soul for.
“Ugh...Sayori, you brought a boy to the club?” groaned the pink haired girl as we walked in, her hands on her hips in an indignant pose.
Ahh, the first words she ever spoke to me. Not the best first impression of someone, especially given that I barely wanted to be at the club anyways. If not for the cupcakes and Sayori making promises she couldn’t keep, I would not have bothered at all.
Still, even then, she looked very, very cu-, er, beautiful. Ix nay on the ute cay.
But, what followed from my choices that day may very well have been the best thing to ever happen to me. Especially once we started sharing our poetry and getting to know each other better.
My name is Makoto Chikafuji, though most people just call me MC for short. And this is the story of how I fell in love with a pants wetting tsundere.
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(MC’s POV)
It’s been a few weeks since my first visit to the literature club, and I’ve honestly really been enjoying myself. We all get to spend time after school, reading poems, doing recitations, and enjoy each other’s company. Yuri seems like she’s always stuck in her book, but the odd moments where she does have something to say are generally quite insightful. And her poems cut real deep once you understand them! Monika makes for an excellent club president, keeping things orderly, while Sayori helps defuse any of the fights that do break out.
I still miss keeping up with the trove of anime I have in my backlog, but I’ve managed to fill that void by reading Parfait Girls with Natsuki. I’ll admit, it was not exactly my cup o’ tea at first (given my favorite animes are things like Mirai Nikki or Darling in the Franxx) but I’ve really grown to enjoy reading it. Now, whether that’s because of the manga’s content or the company I keep while I’m reading it...well, that’s like a corpse in a glass coffin: remains to be seen.
After the final bell has rung, I make my way through the halls, navigating the sea of people to reach my oasis. It seems the neverending torrent of people is on full onslaught today as it takes me longer to reach the club than normal. As I enter, I see Natsuki has already got a cup of tea, courtesy of Yuri, and she already has the manga out and ready to go. I smile at her though she only meets my eyes for a second and looks away as if she was indifferent to my arrival.
Once I’ve had a chance to set my things down, I turn to her and she speaks first, “It wasn’t like I was waiting for you or anything! Dummy…”
“Hey now, cut me some slack, I just had to maneuver my butt up two flights of stairs crowded by swarms of people,” I begin, “I did my best.”
Natsuki’s cheeks puff as she pouts but finally she exhales and replies, “Hmph, well let’s get started then since you’ve wasted enough time.”
We find our usual spot against the wall with windows to the outside courtyard. She and I sit close together, no other form of contact or otherwise I would have a few more bruises on my arm from her punching me. But, we’re close enough that she can enjoy reading it along with me. Not that she hasn’t already read it a half dozen times, but it gives us something to do together and talk about before the poem sharing starts.
“C’mon, dummy, read faster!” commands Natsuki enthusiastically, seemingly vibrating as she kicks her legs and then brings her knees back to her chest, rubbing against one another, “Only a couple more chapters until Minori and Alice gently open the...nevermind, nothing, just keep going!!”
“Alright, alright, geez,” I reply before boldly adding, “Excuse me for trying to enjoy the time I spend with you.”
At this, Natsuki blushes a deep red before shaking it off and muttering a soft “Harumph!”
I chuckle at her, and then rest my head towards Natsuki’s. She gets a panicked look for a second, but gives up and does the same and I’m able to hold the manga closer for us to enjoy with a single hand, flipping the pages with my thumb. I’ve gotten pretty good at doing that. As she rests against me, I can feel her shifting around frequently, crossing and uncrossing her legs in an attempt to get comfortable, I suppose.
Just for a second, I think about moving my arm and putting it around her to help her settle in or hold her hand, though I imagine that would only cause her to push me away or drop a heavy box of manga on me. As we continue reading, I can feel Sayori’s gaze on us, hanging there for quite some time. I glance up to look at her, and even from here, I can practically hear her little “squee” noises of excitement.
Sayori’s always been my dearest friend and she wanted me to join the club to meet people and make friends. Well, I can’t say I’m complaining now. I practically ignore most of the school day just waiting to be here again and spend some more time with everyone, especially Natsuki.
As we approach the end of the chapter, I can sense Natsuki is getting antsy waiting for me to finish it already. She can barely sit still and makes soft little noises under her breath. I nuzzle against her slightly, and though she turns a deep shade of crimson, this appears to settle her slightly though now I can feel her bouncing in place. I start to wonder if maybe she’s had too much sugar today.
Just before we complete the last few pages, the doors to the club swing open and Monika finally appears, “Okay, everyone! I’m sorry I’m late, but, now that I’m here...you know what time it is!”
Sayori quits her staring and hops up in exuberance, “Time for cookies!”
I turn to Sayori to say, “Really, Sayori? Didn’t you already have a cookie? And then stole mine from my bento?”
“And took a big bite out of mine!!” Natsuki fired along with me, “And I used the last of my allowance to get it, too!”
I sigh as I stand up, though I see Natsuki is still seated, fidgeting. Before she fully reaches out her hand for assistance, I quickly extend mine down and pull her to her feet. She gingerly responds, “Ahh, not so fast...dummy!”
After we’re finally both on the move, Sayori pouts and responds, “It’s not my fault they made those cookies so delicious…”
As she says this, she brings her index fingers close, touching them together timidly.
“You know, Sayori,” starts Yuri, “You would do well eating more than empty calories. Or at the very least, enjoy some of the green tea I’ve brewed. It’s rich with antioxidants that would help counterbalance all of the...uh, less than ideal nutrition you’ve consumed.”
At this, I perk up as I realize I’m quite thirsty, “Mmm, some tea does sound nice, I think I’ll go pour myself a cup. Care for one Natsuki?”
“Um, well…” Natsuki begins, as she turns a slight pink, “I mean, I could...get it myself if I wanted to, dummy!”
I smile back warmly, “I know, silly. But it’s no trouble, I’ll be right back.”
As I head towards the kettle, Monika announces, “Okay! Now, since Sayori, Natsuki, and MC are all guilty of forgetting to make poems so frequently, this session is mandatory. No leaving! If you haven’t brought one with you, you will be forced to write one and then share it. If any of the school administration shows up and sees us goofing off again, we can kiss the Literature Club sayo-nara!”
Natsuki, who appeared to be making her way to the door, goes back to sit at the desk next to mine as we all prepare to share poems. Typically, Natsuki and I share our poems with each other first. Not just because we appreciate each other’s input, but it also gives us an opportunity to see if we need to make any adjustments or swap it out for another before we embarrass ourselves too hard.
I come back and sit down and place Natsuki’s cup in front of her, “Here you go, my darling!”
Even though I say it in a joking, over-the-top manner, Natsuki practically snaps her neck to look up so quickly, upon hearing me.
“W-what are you...saying like that, all of a sudden?!” she berates me, “You big dummy!”
I suppress my chuckle and continue, “I just wanted to see how you’d react.”
I sit down and place my cup in front of me. Reaching into my bag, I pull out the poem I had written for today and make sure it’s ready.
“So, shall we share?” I ask of her.
Natsuki replies, squirming and fidgeting in her seat, “Y-yeah...I guess so…”
I start to wonder why she’s acting so strange, but before I can ask, she interjects by rapidly thrusting her piece of paper at me and saying, “Here! You...you can read mine first, this time…”
I notice that she’s blushing much more furiously than normal. I wonder what could have brought that on. However, as soon as my eyes land on the paper, I seemingly get my answer. The poem’s title is “Because You”.
As I read the words on the page, my heart begins to pound in my chest. I can feel every bit of Natsuki that went into writing this. I could only imagine how much effort it took to even say this much. Every time the last line of each stanza hits, I see how much effect I have had on her in the short time that we’ve known one another.
But with that realization, another feeling begins to form in the pit of my stomach. Fear, regret. I made a poem that I know Natsuki would like...but not one that would convey how I actually felt about her and how much I cared for her. I knew I shouldn’t have just been trying to pick random words out of thin air!
I realize I’d spent far too long reading without saying anything, and Natsuki is looking far more anxious than earlier. Her legs are twisted like pretzels, her face flush and she is breathing a bit heavy. At length, I finally spoke up, “W-wow...Natsuki, this is...amazing. It’s literally your best work, or at the very least my favorite from you. I...I love it!”
Natsuki perks up but rapidly deflates a bit when I end my sentence there, and she decides to reply, “Thanks, now, you can...keep that one. I’ve got a different poem that I’m going to show everyone else. Just...show me yours so that I can finally go...”
“Go?” I say sadly.
She shakes her head, “Nevermind…”
I reluctantly hand her my poem, and I can immediately see by the look on her face that I’ve made a grievous mistake. She reads it by holding the paper in one hand, the other one I see is at her side, clenched in what appears to be rage. She’s visibly shaking now. I gulp and think: I dun goofed.
She slams the paper down and before I can try to explain myself, she utters through gritted teeth as she violently sits up from her chair and walks away towards the other club members, “It’s...fine! Just like your other poems...I’m...I’m going to go talk to the others...dummy!!”
I turn to extend my hand and call after her, but I realize it might be better to let her calm down first so that we don’t exchange words in anger. It appears that Sayori and Yuri are now exchanging poems and Monika has made her way towards me. Natsuki stands near their desk, I can see her still shaking from here. While Sayori and Yuri are engaged in conversation and haven’t noticed her yet, she stands by with her hands clenched in fists at her sides and rocking back and forth in place.
Monika and I share our poems, I don’t really have much bandwidth to pay attention to what she’s written since all my thoughts are focused on Natsuki, but like normal, it appears to be pretty good even if I can’t quite grasp the meaning. Sayori and Natsuki are on to sharing, which opens up Yuri for Monika and I to share with.
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(Natsuki’s POV)
FUCK. I. HAVE. TO. PEE.
These words resounded in Natsuki’s head as she got up to speak with Sayori and Yuri about their poems. She was also frustrated with MC because, well he was dense and even though she spilled her heart out to him in her poem, he wrote another regular poem. A fantastic poem, she loved the way he managed to use simple words like she did, but craft them in a way that she found fascinating. Yet still...the closest he got to confessing was saying he loved it. Not her, IT.
“Ugh...like what more do I have to do to make him like me and just confess already!!! I know I didn’t exactly tell him what I was doing with my poem so...I guess that’s on me after all. But I can’t be blamed for snapping, I’ve had to pee for like a whole frickin’ two hours!!!
And he kept making it worse; he didn’t get to the club early, so I should have stopped to pee instead of rushing to make it here. Then, he shows up right as I think about going to the bathroom!! I think, hmm, maybe I’ll give it a half hour and then excuse myself.
But then he goes and makes his head and shoulder the perfect, irresistible spot to rest. So I stay, and suddenly it's time for poems. And he pulled me up so quickly, I almost pissed my panties right there! Then, he gave me another cup of tea, after I’ve already had like...four...and then he took so long reading my poem, I was so scared he didn’t like it and I drank the whole cup without realizing it….
Stupid, comfy, dummy.”
As Natsuki waited for Sayori and Yuri to finish up, she clenched her fists so hard in focusing on keeping the ocean in her bladder steady. She could practically feel her nails digging into her skin, ready to draw blood if that’s what it would take to prevent voiding everything inside her.
She danced from foot to foot, legs rubbing together, praying no one could see her plight, or if they could, that they wouldn’t immediately know she desperately needed a toilet. If only, he weren’t here. Maybe then, she could allow herself to hold her pussy through her skirt or just admit that she had to pee so intensely that she was at emergency threat levels. But, she didn’t want to admit in front of him that she couldn’t hold it like a proper woman and was likely moments away from having an accident right in the literature club room.
As a throbbing pang of desperation hit her, she bent forward and buckled her knees in. She bit her lip in concentration and pleaded with every fiber of her being, ‘Not like this!’
She had just regained composure when Sayori spoke up, “Oh, hey, Natsuki! Sorry, Yuri and I were having a little chat about one of the words she used. I-inch...ink coat?”
Yuri sighed and smiled, “Inchoate. It means “just beginning to form”. It’s from the Latin inchoare, which I picked up from one of Horace’s Odes, one of his most famous of his poems about spring.”
“T-that’s great...but I don’t need a breakdown on the history of the word. Sayori, you, uh...want to exchange poems now?”
“Sure thing!” Sayori exclaimed and happily handed over her latest work. Natsuki did the same, and now stood clutching onto the poem for dear life. After Yuri was no longer paying attention, she crossed her legs again, feet twisted over one another, bending forward and standing back up frequently. She could barely focus on the poem, her eyes watering slightly from the pain and pressure building in her nether region, like her pee was built up just behind her opening, about to force its way out. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she imagined herself losing control, her piss shooting out of her, drenching her clothes and showering down her legs in twisted tendrils.
Suddenly, she came across the phrase “warm ocean” in Sayori’s poem and felt her control cave in. A quick, one-second burst shot out of her, dampening her panties. She clenched her thighs together, summoning forth all the strength her muscles could offer to steel her bladder’s resolve.
“Oh no!! I...I just peed myself a little...hopefully, it doesn’t show yet…”
She tried her best to nonchalantly examine herself, noticing that at least it hadn’t made a spot on her skirt. But, a small rivulet, was trailing its way down to one of her favorite pairs of knee high socks.
“Ugh...why did I have to get dressed up for him today? I am totally NOT gonna pee on these socks…”
She attempted to dry it between her thighs, hoping that no further moisture would be making its way out of her bursting bladder. Natsuki finished the poem and the two had a few quick words about each other’s work as she trembled incessantly. Then, she handed the poem back to Sayori, retrieved hers and went to Yuri and Monika to finish her rounds so she could finally take a break.
“Aaaaaah!! Geez...if this takes any longer...I’m seriously going to end up going to the bathroom...without ever actually getting to the bathroom…”
The entire time was agony, especially trying to read through Yuri’s obtuse, heavily metaphorical poem. She sat at the desk opposite to Yuri, wiggling uncontrollably the entire time, threatening to make it squeak against the floor and reveal her condition. While attempting to decipher some of the imagery with Yuri, Natsuki leaned over the desk, holding herself through her skirt underneath, when another wave of desperation overran her and a longer spurt of pee broke forth from her dam.
A soft whimper escaped her, as she felt it warm her already cooling panties, and broke further through, moistening her skirt and getting some of her urine on her fingers.
“Uuuuu! Nono,nonono. I...I just wet my skirt, and my hands. I’m...I’m in serious trouble here, if I don’t leave now...I’m going...I’m going to fully piss myself in front of my best friends AND him…”
As she stood up again from the desk, finally done with sharing her poems, she realized how full her bladder really was as the pressure weighed down upon it. It poked out from atop her school skirt, which was slicing into her body from being so taut. She was all ready to go when Monika called everyone’s attention to announce their plans for the festival.
“Now, as you all know, Sayori will be helping me to design pamphlets for the festival. Natsuki, you of course, will be baking cupcakes, and Yuri will be creating banners to set the atmosphere for the clubroom. As for MC…”, she started and then realized she didn’t have a plan for him. “Hmm...I guess, I don’t actually have a specific assignment for you...let’s see, what can we have you do…”
Natsuki grimaced in agony as it felt like Monika dragged on giving MC something to do, when virtually all of them were under the impression he would just choose to help Natsuki.
MC thought for a moment and then spoke up, “I mean...if it’s alright with everyone, I could always help Natsuki with the baking? Surely, anyone would need help baking that many cupcakes for everyone?”
Monika smiles, “That’s an excellent idea!”
As much as she loved baking and enjoyed the idea of being able to bake with MC at his place, she couldn't care less about it in that instant, as her bladder pulsed again and filled her panties with more pee, dripping down her legs to begin soaking into her favorite socks, and leaving a small puddle on the floor below.
“Nonono,pleaseplease. PLEASE. Just...just a few more moments PLEASE. Then...we can do what we’ve been trying to do for like three hours. And if the worst thing that comes from this is that I peed my panties a bit...then fuck it. I’ll just do my laundry before my dad gets home so I don’t get another...punishment.”
With that, the club adjourned. Sayori and Yuri left first, with Monika shortly afterwards. MC was still in the room, but Natsuki knew she was running out of time. As she got up from her desk, it took her a minute to steady herself, otherwise, she threatened to soak her clothes right where she stood. She felt a few droplets drip down from her panties, landing on her shoes as the incredibly sharp, burning pain resonated from her overfilled bladder, pleading for relief and much to Natsuki’s chagrin, it didn’t much care where it emptied its contents.
Somehow, despite holding back all the pee that was inside her, she made her way towards the clubroom door, taking ginger steps with her feet as she made her way to salvation. Her legs were pressed together tightly, as her body wriggled and squirmed. Her brain was busy fending off being overloaded, half concentrating on the simple act of moving forward, and the other half concentrating on keeping herself from creating the geyser of pee that it was so desperately fighting to make.
“Just...just a few more moments. The...bathrooms are...right down the hall. If I can get out of the clubroom now, I should be able to sprint down to the bathroom...without making another puddle of shame…”
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(Back to MC’s POV)
As I see Natsuki about to leave, I make my way over to her. I see that she’s not exactly in a mood to talk but I block her way out of the classroom.
“Please, Natsuki, let me explain!” I exclaim.
Natsuki shudders and squirms some more, she appears to be in pain and there’s tears in her eyes. “Move. Out. Of my fucking. Way. We can talk in a little bit.”
I decide it’s time to speak up, “Look, Natsuki, just...please tell me what’s wrong. I know I messed up with the poem, and there’s so much I want to say, but...you’ve been...acting strange since school ended and the whole time during the poem sharing. Are you not feeling well? Are you in pain? Is...i-is it something to do with your dad?”
I finally get up the courage to say what I’ve been worried about for the last few weeks since she let slip about why she keeps her manga here even though Monika always ends up rearranging the closet.
This last sentence appears to break her defenses, seeing that I do really care for her, to even broach that subject. Finally, Natsuki relents, “N-NO! P-please, MC. I…I’m fine, really…I just…I drank too much tea earlier, and I just really, really, REALLY need to…visit the bathroom. I haven’t had a chance to yet because, well...I maybesortalikedhanging out with you too much.”
A flutter starts in my heart and she continues, “But now that I’m not busy dealing with Monika’s mandatory poem sharing, I’m trying to take care of that. And…if you don’t let me walk out of this classroom right this second, I’m literally gonna explode all over myself…so unless you get your rocks off by watching petite girls piss their skirts, I suggest you move!!”
While I am in no position to admit that this revelation did make me feel some type of way in my nether regions, I reply with sympathy for her plight, “S-sorry, Natsuki, I thought maybe something happened and you weren’t telling me. Here, let me get out of your way…”
“It’s fine...just, move already, before I have an acciden…” By that point it was far too late, Natsuki’s retort leaps up and is caught in her throat. Her hands clench tight at her sides as her bouncing, trembling legs clasped together again.
Her skirt sways to and fro in her frantic, erratic movements until it is caught between her thighs, and that is when I start to hear the faint sound of rushing water, trickling down, as I see the golden cascade erupt beneath her uniform. Her smile, more of a grimace in this moment, pierces me as her face flushes the most ferocious scarlet red I’d ever seen and her urine continues to violently expel itself from her body, soaking her panties, skirt and socks and eventually puddling on the floor beneath her noisily.
I watch as her liquid streams forth down her legs, gushing as a waterfall does down the side of a mountain. Her clothes are soaking in the urine, rapidly darkening in color from absorbing it. I can scarcely believe that she was able to hold on to so much and create such a fountain, if I had not been here today to witness her do it. The puddle expands rapidly across the floor, our reflections vibrating as the droplets fall and her accident continues to feed it. Her shoes are inundated by the flood, and I can hear her soft cries as the torrent continues.
Finally, as quickly as it began, the deluge ends. After a few moments, the drip finally begins to cease from her sodden clothes as I find the courage to meet her eyes. I can see she’s still not quite looking in my direction, as the red has yet to disappear from her face, and I can sense that she may not yet accept what has just happened.
Meanwhile, it’s all I can do to try and hide the bulge that is rapidly forming in my pants. The school uniform isn’t exactly accustomed to trying to conceal the pulsing manhood that she had just excited, and in spite of her words, I have no intention of letting her know that every ounce of my being wants to carnally know her in this moment.
Natsuki cries out, “I…I just…I ACTUALLY pissed myself…i-in…in front of you...of all people...”
“It’s okay, Natsuki,” I reassure her with my arms reaching out to hold her.
As she chokes back additional tears, she steps out of reach and says, “B-but...I’m...I’m so gross…”
I shake my head at her and reply, “No...you’ll never be gross to me. But, if you needed to go to the bathroom, you should have gone sooner.”
“I know!! I just...I liked hanging out with you, and then the whole mandatory poem session. And I wanted to be an adult, and hold it. Not a sissy who can’t even make it to the bathroom, and pisses herself like she’s still in elementary school,” she says, her tears continuing to fall.
“I-it’s bad enough, no one takes me seriously. Everyone always sees me...like...I’m a kid, ‘Oh your poems are so cute, Natsuki, just like you!’ When I’m not! I don’t want to be cute, I want to be...beautiful. I’m just as old and mature as everyone else in this club...and I have grown up wants...a-and...grown up needs too!!”
And now, I understand her hatred for the word a bit better, and I say “Natsuki, I’ve never seen you that way, like a child. I see you as you are. Ever since we’ve gotten to know each other better, I’ve wanted to let you know how much I care for you. And I want to be the one to fulfill those grown up needs, even more so now after seeing….this...”
She sniffles, “Y-you mean…”
I laugh lightly and come clean, “Yeah, I, uh...actually found it kinda hot when you revealed you were so desperate to pee, and...uh...well even more so now, after you peed yourself.”
At this Natsuki shakes her head and gives the first smile, “Heh, pervert...well, score one for me then, I guess.”
We share a quick laugh as I pull her close and kiss her forehead. I feel the heat bloom in her face as she blushes again. She rests her head into my chest, her tears drying into my blazer as her eyes finally stop watering.
“Of course, I’d…end up falling for the guy that actually gets his rocks off seeing me pee myself...”
“Well, I mean...before that, I had no idea you doing that would push my buttons!”
Natsuki looks up at me, meeting my eyes truly, “I take it that means...if that should happen again in the future, and I manage to...not make it to the bathroom in time...”
“I mean I can’t say I would mind it at all. You were already cu-...beautiful before that. But, seeing that happen...I may actually have some...grown up needs of my own to take care of.”
“Dummy, you...won’t have to take care of them yourself. I-I’d...take care of that for you,” she starts before abruptly ending where she was going with that.
“Uuuuuu!!!! H-how...how do you get me to say weird things like that? Like you’re in my brain all the time...changing how all the wiring works...and…a-and how my train of thought runs, and I...I-I can’t do anything to get you out. And, you...you act all normal, and cool...but I can’t keep my head straight around you. My heart acts all weird, and my poems start revealing all the stuff I’m trying to hide, and...and then I hold off visiting the bathroom ‘til I piss myself just for a few more minutes with you...and now I’m just over here pouring my feelings out like I’m the dummy…”
I lean forward and kiss her deeply. At first she’s taken aback, but she relents and places her arms around me, embracing me, and we hold each other close. The warmth as her body presses solidly against mine is exhilarating, even more so when I can feel how wet her uniform is from the damage she’s done. While I had been trying to conceal that dirty little detail about myself, there’s no doubt in my mind that she feels it poking against her, as I hear a tiny giggle burst forth during our kiss.
The moment is over in a few seconds, but in that short time, we have made an even deeper connection than we already had.
“Don’t you worry...I may somehow make it look easy, but...it’s the same way for me, about you. I...I love you, Natsuki,” I say to her after we pull apart.
Natsuki blushes furiously again, her eyes falling to the floor, but only manages to eek out, “Geez...t-took you long enough...I thought I was going to have to be the one to confess first. Coward…”
She jokingly punches my arm, though with considerably less force than she would normally. We set about getting her cleaned up so she can visit the club tomorrow without fear of everyone finding out what had just transpired. It is only after we say our goodbyes for the day, that I realize that tomorrow is the start of the weekend. The weekend before the festival, one where Natsuki and I would be spending much of the weekend working together. With my house pretty much deserted.
Given what we talked about, the weather report may state Saturday and Sunday will be sunny skies all day, but our personal forecast has a definite chance of showers it seems. |
This story and the next couple will be involving HololiveEN. First, we have AmeSame pranking each other after Gura wets the bed. I think this is my longest story so far, you I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
“It’s NOT funny, Ame!”
“Hehehe, I don’t knooooww. I think it’s pretty funny.”
Amelia cackled to herself, trying not to completely burst out laughing at the sight in front of her. Gura, on the other hand, wasn’t amused in the slightest. Rather, she was embarrassed by the same predicament her girlfriend couldn’t get enough of. The small girl was standing next to her bed, in her pajamas, clutching a plush doll tight in her arms. Normally, the sight would’ve been one of the cutest sights a person could possibly witness, but there was one major issue: Gura’s crotch was wet, and not in a sexual way. Her pajama pants were thoroughly soaked with her own urine, and her bed wasn’t spared from the same fate, stained with a large, dark circle around the center.
“I’m sorry, but you really did a number on yourself! How could you piss so much and not wake up!” The blonde detective was having the time of her life, continuing to chastise the shark-girl until tears started forming in her eyes.
“Watson, you idiot! Get out, NOW!” Gura raged through her tears, forcing the other girl out of the room and slamming her door closed, making sure to lock it. Amelia realized she fucked up, having humiliated her girlfriend more than she already was, and knocked a few times on Gura’s door, calling her name until she eventually gave up. Returning to her room to get ready for the day, deciding she needed to go shopping.
Having taken off her wet clothes, the bedwetting girl had gathered her soiled sheets and put them in the washer, letting it run. She wanted to give Amelia a piece of her mind, but she was nowhere to be seen. Slightly disgruntled, she stepped into the shower to wash the smell of pee off of her. As she cleaned herself, she thought, “This was a one-time thing, right? I can’t be pissing myself at my age…” Her thoughts were cut short when she heard the door to the apartment open. “Ame must be home,” she said aloud, exiting the shower, drying herself off and putting on some clean clothes. Sure enough, the detective was waiting for her in the hall, and there was a bag next to her.
“Is that supposed to be an apology gift of something?” Gura scoffed.
“Uhhhh, not quite, but I’ll get to that later,” Amelia replied, to which the impossibly tiny girl returned a questioning look. Watson took her lover’s hands in her own. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up, and I feel really bad about it. I got ice cream while I was out, and we can get pizza tonight if you want.” Gura pouted, but she couldn’t stay mad at Ame. She leaned in for a hug, which was accepted with open arms.
After a bit, Gura’s attention returned to the bag at the plaid-dressed girl’s feet. “Soooooo, what’s in the bag?”
“Ah, uh, well, about that,” the ditzy blonde stumbled over her words because she knew she was about to ruin the moment. “It’s probably better if you just see for yourself. Just, don’t get mad at me, okay?”
“Uh, okay?” Gura peered into the bag, and no sooner did her face change into a face of anger. The bag contained a package that would make any adult embarrassed: diapers.
“Oh, so you think you’re sooooo funny, don’tcha Watson?” Gura death-glared at the detective.
“No, NO! That’s not it, I swear. It’s just, you know, in case it’s a… chronic issue,” Amelia tried her best not to divebomb her explanation, but still stumbled at the end.
Gura didn’t give her the chance to fully explain herself before retreating to her room once and locking the door, leaving a single note on it, saying, “I hate you, stupid.”
“Man, I really suck at this,” Amelia lamented to herself before retiring to her own room.
Inside Gura’s room, the shark had been hugging her pillow, swearing to get her revenge as soon as Watson was asleep.
Night had rolled around, and so the time had come for Gura to exact her revenge. She went to the bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet, sighing in relief that the crux of her plan was still there. The girl took the bottle of suppositories and moved her way to the sleeping girlfriend’s room. As always, the blonde was sleeping in the most awkward position possible, with her butt sticking straight in the air. Amelia’s tendency to always move around in her sleep was the major reason they didn’t sleep together, as Gura was a particularly light sleeper. Ame, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t wake up after being slapped in the face, which worked to the benefit of the blue and silver-haired girl’s plan. Gura slowly removed the detective’s pink underwear, and slowly inserted a tablet into her anus. Pulling the sleeping girl’s underwear back up, all Gura had to do now was wait. And wait she did. And she waited until her patience started getting tested, and she started to doubt if her plan would even work. Just as she was about to throw in the towel, she heard a grunt come from the girl’s mouth, followed by several more. Her expression was pained, as if she was straining to get something out, and within a matter of seconds, Gura’s patience had paid off. A wave of mushy, gooey shit rushed out of Amelia’s ass and into her panties. The smaller girl could hardly believe what she was seeing, and had a harder time believing that she was starting to feel aroused. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she took a picture with her phone and left before the room started to smell like a toilet.
Gura was awakened by an ear-piercing scream, coming from inside the apartment. Normally, she’d rush to she what was wrong, but not today. She knew exactly why Amelia was screeching. She made her way to the other bedroom, and opened the door quicky.
“Ame, what’s wrong?!” Gura acted surprised at the scene she was witnessing. The detective was in tears, standing next to her bed in the same was Gura was yesterday. Except this time, instead of pee, Amelia’s panties were undoubtably ruined by the massive amounts of feces which almost made her undergarments slide off from the weight. Needless to say, the bed didn’t fare any better. Taking the ironic moral high ground, Gura was quick to embrace her girlfriend in a tight hug.
“It’s okay Ame,” Gura consoled her lover for a while before she spoke up again, saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
After the two shared a long and much needed shower, they sat against each other cuddling, watching the television, neither of them saying a word. After a while, Gura got up to use the restroom, but not before kissing Amelia on the forehead. Once she was gone, the detective shed her own veil of innocence. Her accident today and Gura’s accident yesterday were too convenient to not be suspicious. With no hesitation, she unlocked the shark-girl’s phone in hope of finding any evidence of a crime. It didn’t take long however, as the first thing see saw on the screen was a picture of her in her shit-filled underwear.
“She’s such a dummy sometimes,” she said aloud, turning the phone off and returning it to its original position.
Gura emerged from the bathroom feeling relieved, and returned to her cuddle spot with Amelia. After a bit, she spoke. “Hey Ame, we both have had some pretty shitty things happen to us recently, no pun intended. You reckon we’re even now?”
“I guess so,” the blonde replied.
“So then… truce?”
Amelia smirked devilishly. “Truce.”
Night had come fast, and both girls began to retire to their rooms. Amelia had ordered pizza and drinks like she had promised yesterday. Gura was more than pleased to chow down on her favorite food, which set things in motion for Watson’s own plan. Little did the shark-girl know that Ame had spiked the girl’s food and drink with her own personal sleeping medication she had for her insomnia. She could tell it had worked by the way Gura had drunkenly stumbled into her room and onto her bed. Armed with one of the diapers she bought and a tube of superglue she had borrowed from Ina a while back, she was ready to initiate step two.
Amelia entered Gura’s room to find the girl snoring on the bed. Grinning, the girl stripped her lover out of her clothes and laid her spread-eagle on the bed. Being quick about her “counter-revenge”, she laced every side of the padding with the adhesive before taping it around the small girl, softly pressing it against her to make sure the glue had the chance to set properly. The detective knew Gura would need to relieve herself the next morning from all the pizza she ate, so she left the sleeping girl to her own devices, and went to bed herself, locking her door just in case.
Gura woke up, like she would any usual morning. As she sat up, she felt her body’s desperate need to poop. Unaware of the diaper around her waist, she made her way to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid. She got ready to use the toilet when she had two revelations. The first revelation was that she was not wearing panties, but instead was wearing a rather thick diaper. Secondly, and most importantly, she couldn’t take the diaper off. After a few hard tugs at the immovable padding, she knew that it wasn’t going to come off with brute force. Unsure what to do, she yelled for the person responsible for such a prank.
“AMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Somehow managing to scream louder than Amelia did, the blonde girl appeared in the bathroom, with the largest smirk on her face.
“What did you do?!” Gura panicked as she struggled to free herself of her infantile prison.
“Got my revenge, that’s what. Now be a good girl and fill that diaper so we can get you changed,” Watson mused as she got her phone out in preparation of the incoming show.
Unable to hold in the contents of her bowels any longer, Gura started to involuntarily push a large mass into her diaper, similar in size and texture to the blonde’s own mess. Her head spun as she started to forcibly push the rest of her poop out just to be over with the experience. Once she had finished, the shark-girl had gasped for air, exhausted by the disaster in her underwear. She had crapped in a diaper, like a baby. Even worse, the glue made her unable to take the messy diaper off, rendering her completely at Ame’s mercy. Looking up at her captor, she was met with the flash of a camera, which now immortalized her humiliation.
Amelia once again let out a smirk of satisfaction. “Now we’re even.” |
I know I did one with this title long ago but I don't know if I posted it here.
This one will have a few fart scenes, and a few messing scenes as well but it'll mostly be about the wetting. This is Equestria Girls, so probably better to read if you're familiar with the series.
Sunset Pees Where She Wants
Chapter 1: Peeing in Bed
Sunset woke up one morning. The first thing she noticed was that she really needed to pee. This was not surprising, she had drank quite a bit last night.
But, right now she really didn't feel like getting out of bed. She was still tired, and all cozy snuggled up in her blanket. She yawned, and turned on her side with her knees close to her head.
As she lay, she fidgeted a little, for she had to go really badly. She knew she'd have to pee soon. But she still didn't want to get up yet.
An idea occurred to her. Until defeating the Dazzlings, she would wet the bed whenever she had nightmares about her demon form. So her mattress was already stained, and her pajamas had already been peed in and washed multiple times.
Laying on her back, she hesitated, and then let go and peed in her pajamas. At first she felt exceptionally foolish and dirty knowing she was deliberately wetting herself and her bed. But as the warm wetness spread through her crotch and butt and made a big wet spot on the mattress, she felt something else. She was enjoying the warm release, not to mention the "dirty" aspect of it also felt fun. The hissing noise excited her as well, since in the past she would always be asleep when she peed. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure.
She lay in her wet pajamas soaking in her own pee for another hour before she got out of bed. She showered in her pajamas, which also felt fun, then changed into an orange tank top and purple miniskirt and went about her day.
...
Over the next few days, when she was alone, Sunset would experiment with peeing in different outfits and positions. Peeing in jeans standing up. Peeing in shorts sitting down. Skirts, underwear, a romper, fursuits... she really found it fun peeing herself in any outfit and any position.
Once she even stood on her head with her orange skirt, which fell down exposing her skintight black boyshort panties. Well, not really to anyone, as only she was in the room. She then peed upside-down, and it soaked not only her underwear, but her skirt and her orange tank top. When she finished, she got into a sitting position, sitting in her puddle and soaking wet, before she stood up and moved on to cleanup.
Chapter 2: Peeing at Camp
At first, Sunset hid her newfound activity from her friends, and would use the bathroom whenever she was with them, or otherwise hold it.
But one day, while they were camping in their Camp Everfree outfits, Sunset and Twilight were walking down a long dirt road, when Twilight had to go to the bathroom really badly. It was a hot day, after all, and she had drank more than anyone else except Rainbow Dash and Pinkie. So Twilight ran towards the outhouse, which was a fair distance away. Sunset couldn't help but look at her butt as she ran. Her butt looked so cute in these shorts, even when she was farting a lot last night. Sunset had a bit of a crush on Twilight, and as fun as she thought wetting herself was, she remembered Twilight probably didn't feel the same way so she hoped she would make it.
Twilight returned in wet shorts, and red in the face. "I didn't make it," she said sheepishly.
Part of Sunset was excited to see Twilight wet herself, but her first priority was to comfort her. "It's all right, Twilight," she said. "Accidents happen." She was also feeling a bit of a need to pee, and though it was not intense, she started wetting her shorts, sighing of relief. She was getting a sort of thrill out of deliberately peeing herself in front of someone, while still enjoying the feeling of her shorts being soaked and the pee flowing down her legs. Her primary objective was to make Twilight feel better.
Twilight stared as Sunset wet herself, and maybe it was Sunset's imagination but she could have sworn Twilight's blush grew redder.
Sunset finished peeing and sighed. "That's better."
"You didn't have to do that," said Twilight.
"I wanted to," Sunset said. "Peeing yourself's not that bad. It can actually feel pretty good. And now you're not the only one in wet shorts. We can be wet together." She blushed a little.
Twilight gave her a hug. Sunset hugged her back, and they continued their walk in their wet shorts.
When they got back to the other girls, Rainbow and Pinkie giggled a bit.
"Oh my," said Rarity.
"You all right there, sugarcubes?" Applejack asked.
"We're fine," said Twilight with a light blush but a smile. "Just really wet."
"We had a little accident in our shorts, but a little pee doesn't bother us," said Sunset, also smiling.
"That's good," said Fluttershy. Rarity and Applejack were also glad Sunset and Twilight were all right, not feeling the least bit disgusted at them, and while Rainbow and Pinkie still seemed amused, they didn't say or do anything to make them feel bad.
Of course Sunset and Twilight had to stay in their wet shorts until they dried, and that night, they slept in their tent with their sleeping bags closer to each other, in their pajamas.
"So, when you said peeing yourself can actually feel pretty good," said Twilight, "have you... um... had experience with it before?"
"Remember I told you I used to wet the bed when I had nightmares about turning into a demon?"
"Yes."
"One day, I didn't feel like getting out of bed, so I peed my pajamas, and really liked it." She blushed, for she had never told anyone how much she loved wetting herself.
"I didn't pay much attention earlier, cause I found it unpleasant and a bit embarrassing at the time, but... does it really feel that good?"
"I really enjoyed the warm wetness, with the sense of relief, and it also was kind of fun doing something 'naughty'... I'm weirding you out, aren't I?"
"Not at all," said Twilight with a smile. "I just never really thought of looking at it that way before."
...
They slept well that night, and woke up to the sound of the cock crowing.
"I have to pee," said Sunset. "But I don't want to get up yet."
"Me too," said Twilight. She tried to pee, but it wouldn't come out. There was just some sort of mental block keeping her from deliberately peeing her pants.
But then she heard a loud hissing sound emanating from Sunset's sleeping bag, and Sunset sighing of relief. A strong pee smell reached Twilight's nose. All this made Twilight leak a little. She then pushed her bladder muscles again, and this time, she peed full force in her pajamas and sleeping bag. She felt a little foolish at first, but quickly came to enjoy it. After a sigh of relief, she said "You're right, Sunset. This is really fun."
They lay in their wet pajamas and sleeping bags for about an hour before they got up and changed into their camping outfits. No one suspected they had wet their sleeping bags; their shorts already smelled like pee even though they had dried, so everyone thought the pee smell came from their wettings yesterday.
Well... Pinkie seemed to suspect, but she just smiled and said nothing.
Chapter 3: Peeing at the Beach
About a week later, the girls were relaxing on the beach, wearing their swimsuits. It was pretty hot once again, so they each drank a lot of slushies.
Until Rainbow Dash said "How about we go for a swim?"
The girls all made sounds of agreement. Sunset and Rarity removed their skirts, revealing a black bikini and skintight purple swim shorts, respectively.
Sunset had to go to the bathroom really badly from all the slushies she had drank. Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie, Rarity, and Applejack had all used the beach bathrooms at least once where Sunset had held it. Now that she was about to go into the water, Sunset had the perfect excuse to do something a little naughty.
Sssssssss...
"Ahhhhh..."
The other girls stared at Sunset as she peed her swimsuit. Twilight blushed lightly but giggled, knowing Sunset was enjoying herself more than the others would know. Pinkie and Rainbow also giggled quietly.
Sunset's heart was beating a little fast at peeing herself in front of all her friends instead of just Twilight. It wasn't like none of them had seen her in wet pajamas or shorts before, but them seeing her deliberately wetting and enjoying it felt... exciting.
As the pee flowed down her legs and soaked the sand where she stood, Applejack said "Hoo, nelly! You really needed to go!"
After about two minutes, she finished peeing and sighed of relief.
"Are you all right, darling?" Rarity asked.
"I'm fine," said Sunset. "Swimsuits are meant to get wet, so what's a little pee?"
"You really looked like you were enjoying yourself there," said Pinkie.
Sunset blushed.
"Not that I blame you," continued Pinkie. "Peeing your swimsuit's really fun!" Pinkie started peeing and sighed of relief as her swimsuit became soaked and pee flowed down her legs. "Ahhhhh..."
Everyone laughed, then they went for a swim.
Fluttershy swam up to Sunset. "You really like peeing your swimsuit, don't you?"
Sunset blushed a little. "Yes. It feels so warm and wet and... I don't know how to describe it."
"You don't have to." Fluttershy also blushed. "You don't know how many times I peed in my wetsuit when no one was looking. It just feels so nice, plus then I don't have to make a fuss about using the bathroom. I know I'm wetting my shorts underneath but I'm going to get them wet anyway under the wetsuit, so..."
"So you like how it feels too?"
"Yes. It's still a little embarrassing when I get really scared and pee in my dress or shorts, but when no one else can tell... I'm such a dirty girl."
"Don't feel bad. I love it too, and so do Pinkie and Twilight. And even if you messed yourself, we'd still love you."
Fluttershy smiled. Sunset could feel the water around her getting warmer. Fluttershy blushed lightly but giggled.
Chapter 4: Peeing in the Car
A few days later, Sunset woke up to the sound of her alarm. Today was another one of those days she didn't feel like getting out of bed. She had just started peeing when she suddenly remembered: She had plans today. The girls were all going on a roadtrip to see a horse race.
Sunset sat up in bed, still peeing. The hissing sound was loud as ever and her butt was getting soaked. She was wide awake now, but at the moment all she could do was finish peeing. Then, she let out a wet fart, got out of bed, took a really fast shower in her wet pajamas, then changed into her Sunset's Backstage Pass outfit. She made a big pot of coffee and drank the whole thing with breakfast.
She had plenty of time to spare before Twilight arrived at her door. She did not use the bathroom before getting into the front seat of Twilight's van. The other girls were already in the back.
"Who's ready to see an awesome horse race?" Rainbow Dash asked.
The girls all made sounds of agreement and excitement, and they hit the road.
"Phew, sure is toasty in here," said Applejack.
"Good thing I'm wearing my old dress," said Rarity. "I don't mind it getting sweaty as much."
"Hold on, I'll get us a cold drink," said Twilight.
They stopped at a convenience store, where they each got an extra large slushy, and drank them inside the van as they continued on their road.
They hit a bit of traffic going out of the city, for it was a busy Saturday. As a result, it took them twenty minutes to hit the highway out of the city, by which time the van's air conditioning had cooled it down completely.
And, about ten minutes later, Sunset had to pee from the large slushy she drank, not to mention her coffee. She crossed her legs and fidgeted. She would have a harder time finding an excuse for peeing her pants than her swimsuit, and plus, if she let it all out now, she'd be peeing all over the seat of Twilight's van.
The other girls were feeling the need to pee as well. Twilight was looking uncomfortable. Fluttershy was fidgeting slightly trying not to look desperate. Rarity was fidgeting a little harder and crossing her legs. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were squirming hard, holding themselves. Pinkie was fidgeting the hardest, constantly saying things like "I really have to pee!" or "I gotta go potty!"
The next sign they drove by, Twilight took a look at it. "Another half hour until the nearest gas station," she said.
The girls all moaned in discomfort.
Sunset crossed her legs tight with a pained expression on her face.
"You have to go even worse than I do, don't you?" Twilight quietly said to Sunset.
Sunset nodded.
"Then just go," said Twilight. "You're the only one who sits in this seat anyway. We've all seen you wet yourself, so why suffer?"
At that moment, Sunset no longer cared if her friends saw her deliberately wet herself. She stopped trying to hold it, uncrossed her legs, and peed, sighing of relief as her stream gradually grew stronger. Her crotch and butt became soaked and she was absolutely flooding her seat. As she wet her pants, she took pleasure in the warm, wet feeling, the sense of relief, and the "dirty" feeling of what she was doing. She closed her eyes and let out another sigh, with a look of absolute pleasure on her face.
"Hey Pinkie," said Rainbow Dash. "Sunset's peeing like a race horse."
Pinkie laughed. They were on their way to see some horse races, after all. She laughed and kicked her legs until she wet her skintight blue romper. "Oopsie!" She giggled, still peeing.
But most of the attention was on Sunset, who could not hide the enjoyment she got out of peeing herself. She put both her hands on her crotch, feeling how wet her pants were as her stream soaked her hands, then lifted them up to her face, sniffed her pee, and sighed again.
"She sounds like she's having fun," said Fluttershy with a giggle, before she went back to holding her pee.
"She sure is blastin' a power stream into them pants," said Applejack.
Sunset peed for over two minutes, and when she was done, she sat there in sopping wet pants, having absolutely enjoyed it.
"I had no idea you loved going to the bathroom on yourself that much," said Rarity.
Sunset blushed lightly. "I started before that time Twilight and I wet our shorts at the camping trip. I was laying in bed and didn't want to get up, so I wet my pajamas, and found I really liked it. I hope you're not disgusted by this."
"It may be unladylike, but as long as you put protection on anywhere you sit that isn't Twilight's van or your house, and don't pee in the tub or pool with us, I don't mind," said Rarity.
"I don't mind you peeing in the tub with me," said Rainbow Dash. "I pee my swimsuit sometimes too."
"I don't mind either," said Fluttershy. "I... kind of like the way the water gets warmer..."
"Pee in the water with me all you want!" said Pinkie.
"I've had mud wrestlin' contests with Rainbow Dash in mud that pigs have been doin' their business in," said Applejack.
"I'm pretty sure they weren't the only ones when I tickled you," said Rainbow Dash.
"I certainly don't mind." Twilight blushed. She and Sunset had slept in the same bed and peed all over each other in their pajamas multiple times, and liked it.
"So, I can pee in the same water as any of you except Rarity," said Sunset. "Got it."
Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Applejack held it until they got to the gas station. Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight got out of the van.
"Aren't you comin' too, Rarity?" Applejack asked.
"Heavens, no," said Rarity. "Public bathrooms don't seem... very clean. I'd rather go in my dress if it came down to it."
"Suit yourself," said Applejack.
Once Twilight, Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Applejack returned to the van with empty bladders and dry underwear, they resumed the drive. Rarity lasted another half hour before she peed in her dress. She was a little embarrassed, but got over it, and told Sunset she could pee in the pool with her if she wanted, as long as she didn't soil herself.
Chapter 5: Peeing in the Snow
One winter day, Sunset and Twilight were playing in the snow, in Twilight's backyard. Both were wearing their winter outfits from Holidays Unwrapped. Sunset was wearing jeans under her dark purplish blue snowpants.
First, they made a snowman, then Sunset showed Twilight how to many a snow pony.
"That was really fun," said Twilight. "What should we do now?"
"How about we make a snow fort?"
"Sounds good."
As they were making the snow fort, Sunset was feeling an urge to pee, but ignored it for now. She wanted to pee when she was not too focused on something else.
When they finished making the snow fort, Sunset said "What now?"
"Snowball fight!" Twilight picked up a snowball and threw it at Sunset. It hit her arm.
With a big smile on her face, Sunset picked up a snowball and threw it at Twilight. It missed.
They ran around throwing snowballs at each other for a while. Then, when Twilight was bent over to pick up another snowball, Sunset threw a snowball directly at her butt. It knocked Twilight face-first in the snow. Twilight got up, shook the snow out of her hair, and threw a snowball at Sunset. It hit her in the face and knocked her on her butt.
"Are you all right?" Twilight asked, walking over to Sunset.
"I'm fine," said Sunset. Sitting in the snow with her legs spread, Sunset peed in her snowpants, and sighed of relief. She enjoyed the warm wetness spreading through her jeans, soaking the inside of her snowpants. As with all the other times she had wet her snowpants this winter, she liked how it didn't show wetness. It was fun enough peeing in something that did show wetness, but there was just something fun about peeing in something that didn't. She could walk by a hundred people on the sidewalk and they'd never know her lower half was soaked in pee.
Twilight could easily hear the hissing noise coming from her, sounding louder in snowpants and jeans than a lot of the other outfits she wet, and she could also see steam coming up from her snowpants. This really excited her. She wasn't sure if it was because of the scientifics of it or just because of a fairly new sign that Sunset was wetting herself.
Sunset also really enjoyed the sight of the steam. Once again it gave her a feeling of naughtiness that she was going to the bathroom on herself. She was so excited at this that her stream grew stronger.
When Sunset finished peeing, she said "Ah, that's better."
Twilight held out her hand to help Sunset up. Once Sunset stood up, Twilight slapped her butt playfully. "You really love peeing your snowpants, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm." Sunset giggled.
They resumed their snowball fight, and when they got tired of it, they sat in their snow fort and rested.
"This was really fun," said Sunset.
"It sure was," said Twilight. She then started peeing in her dark purple leggings under her skirt.
"Having fun making yellow snow?" Sunset asked.
"Mm-hmm." Twilight giggled. She was not yet at the point where she would deliberately wet herself in front of anyone except Sunset, but she still found wetting to be fun, and would often do so when she and Sunset were alone together.
They sat in the snow fort for about fifteen minutes before they got out, went inside for a cup of tea and hot chocolate, and then went back outside.
They cuddled together in their snow fort, before falling asleep. They woke up an hour later. Sunset really had to pee, but she decided she'd wait until a little later.
"I have a fun idea on what we can do next," said Sunset.
"Ooh, what is it?"
"Come out with me and I'll tell you."
They walked outside of the snow fort, and then Sunset picked up Twilight and threw her into the deep snow. Twilight landed face-first in it. She tried to get out, and peed herself again. Sunset grabbed Twilight's feet and pulled her out of the snow.
"Did you have fun?" Sunset asked.
"You bet I did!" said Twilight. "Your turn!"
Twilight picked up Sunset, carrying her with one hand on her back and the other behind her knees. As Twilight searched for a spot to throw Sunset, she could hear a loud hissing noise emanating from her. She looked at Sunset's crotch, and sure enough, steam was rising up from her snowpants, and Sunset had a look of relief and pleasure on her face.
"Aren't you a wet girl?" Twilight said with a smile. "We should really get you potty trained one of these days."
Sunset giggled. She liked it when Twilight said these things. It made her feel even dirtier.
Once Sunset finished peeing, Twilight threw her butt-first into the snow. After Twilight helped Sunset up, she put her over her shoulder, with her butt next to her head. Twilight patted Sunset's butt lightly. It felt so warm, and Twilight knew exactly why this was. She giggled and carried Sunset over to the snow fort. When they were almost there, Sunset farted loudly. Twilight giggled and patted Sunset's butt again. "Excuse you, Miss Potty Pants!" She then set her down in sitting position.
"That was really fun," said Sunset. "And now I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore."
They spent hours playing in the snow, going inside only to have a hot drink. Whenever either of them needed to go, she went in her pants.
Eventually, they had supper and watched a movie, during which they drank a lot and wet their pants multiple times. They then changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed, eagerly anticipating a very wet morning.
Chapter 6: Peeing on the Couch
One night, the girls were all having a sleepover at Rainbow's house. Sunset had not yet changed into her pajamas, and was wearing a black T-shirt and short, tight jean shorts.
"Want to watch the new Daring Do movie?" Rainbow Dash asked.
The girls all made sounds of agreement. Before picking out the movie, Rainbow got Sunset a garbage bag and a towel.
"Better make that two towels," Sunset said with a smile.
After getting her a second towel, Rainbow got the movie and put it in while Sunset picked out a spot on a couch, set the garbage bag on it, then placed both towels on it and sat down. She knew precisely what they were for and she intended to make use of it. She had already drank a lot of cider earlier.
About halfway through the movie, which Sunset was really enjoying, she needed to pee. She waited until she really needed to go, then unabashedly let go. The sound of her stream spraying denim could easily be heard as her shorts darkened rapidly and the towels she was sitting on became soaked, and she sighed of relief and pleasure.
All the girls turned toward Sunset and smiled. Pinkie, Rainbow, and Fluttershy giggled. They were all glad she was having fun, even if what she was doing was considered dirty and unladylike.
Sunset wasn't the least bit ashamed that she was peeing her shorts in front of all her friends. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she knew they didn't mind.
Twilight was blushing lightly, as she loved the sight of Sunset wetting herself in any outfit. An idea occurred to her, of something she really liked to do with Sunset when they were hanging out and having some wet fun. She whispered into Rainbow and Pinkie's ears. Both of them smiled.
"Hey, Sunset, next time you have to go to the bathroom, let me and Pinkie know," said Rainbow.
"Sure," said Sunset. She was confident they'd have something fun in store for her.
After the movie ended, they stood up, got some drinks and snacks, and talked some more. Sunset's shorts were wet and smelled of pee. Occasionally their conversation shifted in the direction of wettings, which even Rarity found to be a fun subject, though she still wouldn't wet herself unless she was far from a house bathroom and was sure she wouldn't make it. However, there were times the other girls were sure she peed in the water with them. She would just blush and giggle, though farting in the tub was still a lot more embarrassing for her.
Eventually, the urge to pee returned. Sunset was about to sit back on her wet towel and pee again when she remembered what Rainbow said, and walked over to her and Pinkie. "I have to go to the bathroom again," she said, holding herself.
Rainbow and Pinkie walked on either side of Sunset and started tickling her armpits and sides. Sunset started laughing hard, and before she knew it she was peeing herself uncontrollably. Her shorts became soaked again and the pee flowed down her legs in torrents and formed a large puddle where she stood. Sunset was really enjoying this, and kept laughing as she peed.
Rainbow and Pinkie stopped tickling her ten seconds after she finished peeing. "Did you like that?" Pinkie asked.
"I loved it," Sunset said when she caught her breath. She felt her wet shorts, sighed of pleasure, and sat in her puddle.
Twilight loved the sight of this as well.
"Twilight does that to me sometimes," said Sunset. "It's just as fun as peeing voluntarily."
"I thought you two might enjoy tickling her into urination," said Twilight. "Plus I get a good view of it this time."
"We sure did," said Rainbow Dash. And why shouldn't they? They thought it was funny to see someone pee herself and they knew Sunset liked it.
"I take it you don't mind me peeing all over your floor," said Sunset.
"I don't mind cleaning it up if we can get some fun for both us and you."
Sunset let out a sputtering wet fart in her puddle.
"Sunset!" said Rarity while Rainbow and Pinkie laughed and Twilight blushed.
"Excuse me," said Sunset.
"Like you're one to talk, Miss Bubbles in the Tub," said Rainbow Dash.
Rarity blushed. "Oh, it's quite all right, Sunset. If I can put up with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie breaking wind..."
Rainbow and Pinkie giggled, and so did Rarity. She hadn't been super-offended, it was her natural response whenever she heard someone fart. She did at least like to keep up something of a ladylike image despite how often she would wet herself and fart in the tub.
When Sunset stood up, Rainbow cleaned up the puddle and they got on with the sleepover.
Sunset stayed in her wet shorts until it was time to go to bed. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into her sleeping bag.
...
"Sunrise and shine!" said Pinkie.
Sunset woke up. It was morning. She looked around. The other girls were all awake and dressed for the day.
"Did you have a nice sleep, darling?" Rarity asked.
"Yes," said Sunset. "I dreamed that I was looking for a bathroom, even though normally I'd go in my pants, but there was always someone around or the stall or toilet was missing. I guess when I have those dreams I still get in the mindset to avoid wetting myself, but I find it fun now. Although, when I did find a toilet, I remembered, and peed through my pants into the toilet, so much that the toilet overflowed. Then I woke up."
"Did you wet your sleeping bag?" Applejack asked.
"No, but I still have to go to the bathroom really badly."
"You can go right there if you want," Twilight said.
Sunset smiled.
Ssssssss...
"Ahhhhhhh..."
The other girls giggled, and Sunset knew they meant nothing by it. Once again she felt absolutely no shame, only pleasure.
She stayed in her wet sleeping bag for a little over ten minutes before she got up and changed into her damp shorts, which still smelled of pee.
THE END (for now) |
New chapters!
Chapter 7: Peeing in the Tub
For this chapter, Sunset will be wearing a black T-shirt and jean shorts, Twilight will be wearing her Legend of Everfree outfit, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash will each be wearing short skintight spandex shorts and a matching sports bra (purple for Rarity, green for Fluttershy, and blue for Rainbow Dash), Applejack will be wearing her Street Chic outfit (a white tank top and jean shorts), and Pinkie will be wearing a white and pink T-shirt and short tight jean shorts.
...
The girls finished rinsing themselves off with the hose after having a food fight in Pinkie's backyard. Minutes earlier they had been absolutely covered in all kinds of frosting, syrup, ice cream, whip cream, sprinkles, and pudding. Pinkie had been in the middle of licking all of it off herself when Rainbow Dash sprayed her with the hose.
"I sure am thirsty," said Rarity.
"Me too," said Sunset, while the other girls made sounds of agreement.
"Sodas all around!" said Pinkie, bringing out seven big bottles of soda.
They each picked out their favorite soda and opened them. Immediately the soda exploded out of the bottle, splashing their front halves.
"Gotchya!" said Pinkie, who was equally dripping in soda as she had shaken her own soda just as much.
The girls all laughed, and drank their sodas in under a minute.
"Now what?" Sunset asked.
"How about a bathtub party in my party-sized bathtub?" Pinkie suggested excitedly.
The girls all made sounds of agreement again, and Pinkie led them into her bathtub. She filled the tub with warm water and they all climbed in, still in their wet outfits they had worn for the food fight.
The girls all relaxed, thoroughly enjoying this, and then made casual conversation.
Until Sunset had to go to the bathroom. She held it for a while until she really needed to go. She had just drank a whole bottle of soda, after all.
As Sunset sighed of relief, Twilight, who was sitting right next to her, felt the water around her grow warmer. She giggled, realizing Sunset was peeing in the tub. Twilight also peed, trying to hide her signs of relief.
"Sunset's peeing in the tub!" said Pinkie. "I might as well do the same thing, cause I REALLY gotta go!" She sighed in relief as she peed in the water.
Rainbow Dash chuckled. "I also have to pee like a race horse." She then sighed in relief.
Fluttershy felt the water around Rainbow Dash grow warmer, and blushed lightly as she also peed.
"Ahhhh," Applejack sighed as she peed in the tub as well.
"I suppose there's no reason for me to hold back," said Rarity. She also peed and sighed of relief. In the middle of peeing, bubbles appeared in the water around her. She blushed and giggled nervously.
"Excuse you, Rarity," said Applejack with a smile.
By the time the girls were done peeing, the water was yellow and smelled strongly of pee. The girls relaxed in the tub and soaked in their own pee for an hour before rinsing themselves off with the hose again and letting the sun dry them.
Chapter 8: Wetting at a Wedding
This chapter contains a non-descriptive messing as well, but not from Sunset.
Sunset was sitting on her couch playing one of her favorite games. A large empty slushy can was sitting on the table next to her. In the middle of playing the game she had to go to the bathroom. So she just peed in her jeans and kept playing her game.
A few minutes later she received a text from Rarity. She paused the game to look at it. It said "Dress is ready."
So, as soon as she finished the round, she shut the game off and immediately headed to Rarity's house in her wet pants.
Rarity answered the door. "Hello, Sunset."
"Hey Rarity."
"Are you ready to see your new dress?"
"Yes."
Rarity led Sunset into her sewing room. She and Applejack were getting married. Applejack had persuaded her to let her wear a pair of jeans at the wedding, but she insisted on making dresses for all her friends during the wedding.
It was a white dress, very pretty yet relatively plain compared to a wedding dress. It was sleeveless and went down to her knees.
"It's beautiful," said Sunset. "Thanks, Rarity."
"It was my pleasure," said Rarity. "And just so you know, I specifically designed it so that any stains can easily be washed out." She winked.
"That's good to know," Sunset said with a smile.
...
At the wedding, which was just outside Canterlot High, the girls all sat on foldable chairs. Sunset, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie sat in front, each wearing the dresses Rarity had made for them. Sunset had brought her own foldable chair.
Rarity was wearing a fancy wedding dress, and Applejack was wearing a pair of tight jeans. After they said their I do's and kissed, the party began. Applejack had brought several barrels of cider, and Sunset drank several cups of it - there was plenty to go around!
Some time later, the girls were all sitting around a table. Sunset was once again sitting on her own foldable chair.
"So, where are you going for your honeymoon?" Twilight asked.
"Manehattan," said Rarity. "And Applejack is going to teach me how to ride a horse."
"She won't enter no rodeos though," said Applejack.
"That's a surprise," said Rainbow Dash.
Applejack stood up. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she said, and she ran off towards the outhouse. Rarity followed.
"I have to go to the bathroom too," said Sunset, for all her drinks had now hit her. She sighed of relief as she peed in her dress, turning the lower front and back yellow while soaking her skintight black boyshort panties and flooding her chair.
Twilight giggled, blushing lightly.
Sunset had just finished peeing when Rarity and Applejack returned.
"Applejack didn't make it to the bathroom in time and soiled her jeans," said Rarity. "I'm going to take her home and change her underwear."
"It's all right, Rares," said Applejack unabashedly. "I can stay like this for the rest of the party."
"If you insist." She kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I love you no matter how you smell, or how messy your pants are."
Rainbow Dash sniffed. "My farts smell WAY worse," she said with a smile. She let out a loud, deep-pitched fart in her knee-length dark blue dress.
Applejack sniffed. "You got that right," she said, fanning the air while the other girls giggled.
They continued their party, until...
"I gotta pee somethin' fierce," said Applejack.
"Then just go in your pants," said Rarity. "They're already soiled, and I went in my wedding dress when I needed to go." She blushed lightly and giggled.
Applejack also chuckled and wet her pants, sighing of relief.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" said Sunset. |
In the meantime, here's the "fun with Twilight" chapter. Next will be the potty untraining chapter that will include Pinkie messing herself really bad and Applejack tickling Rarity into wetting herself when she's far from a bathroom she's comfortable using. Not sure when I'll write it though.
Chapter 9: Peeing on Twilight
Sunset and Twilight sat at the table and drank one soda after another. They were spending the night at Twilight's house. Twilight was wearing her Legend of Everfree outfit, which she found the most fun to pee in, and Sunset was wearing a white T-shirt with pinkish purple sleeves, and skintight black shorts that went halfway to her knees, which Twilight thought made her butt look really cute.
They each finished drinking their twelfth can of soda, from a box of 24 that they had gotten specifically for tonight.
"That was delicious," said Sunset.
"It sure was," said Twilight. BUUUUUUURP! She blushed lightly and giggled.
Sunset chuckled and let out a loud belch of her own, which was longer and deeper-pitched than Twilight's.
"What shall we do while we wait?" Twilight asked.
Sunset smiled. "I need a better seat than this chair."
Twilight also smiled and lay facedown on the floor. She slapped her butt playfully.
Sunset sat on Twilight's butt. Both of them really enjoyed this. As the minutes went by, they talked about stuff to pass the time, and made plans for another camping trip that would involve staying in their pajamas and not washing for a week, not to mention peeing in them all the time.
During their conversation, Sunset farted loudly. "Excuse me," she said.
"I don't mind," said Twilight. She sniffed. "That really stinks, though."
About a half hour in, all their soda hit them and they really had to pee. Sunset fidgeted where she sat.
"Can you get up?" Twilight asked. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Sunset knew she was just roleplaying. "You'll just have to hold it," she said.
Twilight giggled. She enjoyed the feeling of Sunset's butt rubbing against her own tush as she fidgeted, and she was also enjoying being desperate to pee knowing how it would end.
As the minutes went by, their need to pee grew even more intense. Sunset fidgeted harder, while Twilight was unable to do much.
"I REALLY have to go!" said Twilight. "If you don't get off me now, I'm gonna wet my shorts!"
"Then either hold it or go in your shorts."
Twilight smiled.
An hour after they started holding...
"I can't hold it much longer!" said Twilight.
Sunset was also in desperate need of a bathroom. Relatively speaking, for she had no intention of using the toilet, and neither, she knew, did Twilight. Sunset stopped holding and peed full force in her shorts, sighing of relief. As much as she loved holding, she loved that warm, wet feeling and the sense of relief even more. She was a hardcore wetter and she was proud of it.
In seconds, Sunset's pee soaked both her butt and Twilight's. Twilight sighed of pleasure at the warm, wet feeling of Sunset peeing on her. As the butt of her shorts became soaked with Sunset's pee, the front of her shorts became soaked with her own. Twilight would have let go, but between how desperately she needed to pee and the warm wetness from Sunset, not to mention the hissing sound emanating from her, Twilight couldn't hold it any longer and was peeing involuntarily. Either way she still really liked it.
As both Sunset and Twilight peed in their shorts, a large puddle rapidly grew under them. As Twilight was laying facedown, the entire front half of her outfit and her legs were becoming soaked.
"Having fun?" Sunset asked Twilight.
"Mm-hmm," Twilight replied with a big smile on her face.
They peed for over two minutes. As soon as they were done, Sunset got off Twilight's butt and lay facedown in the puddle beside Twilight. "Being wet is so much fun."
"It sure is," said Twilight. "Especially when it's with pee."
"So, what now?"
"Now you need a spanking for peeing on me."
Sunset smiled. Twilight got into a sitting position in the center of the big puddle. Sunset stopped to sit back in the puddle and wiggle her butt around in it, making sure her shorts were saturated, before she climbed over Twilight's knee.
Twilight raised her hand and slapped Sunset's butt, over and over. With each swat, droplets of pee flew from her rear end. Twilight really enjoyed the sight of this, and how Sunset's butt felt when she slapped it, not to the mention the sight of her behind in those wet, skintight shorts.
Sunset took just as much pleasure in being spanked, especially in pee-soaked shorts. It excited her to no end. They had done this a lot in the past. Sometimes Twilight would spank Sunset when she really needed to pee, resulting in Sunset peeing herself all over Twilight, which they both really enjoyed. She had done this in pajamas, jean shorts, even just panties, some of which was with her skirt lifted.
After thirty swats, Twilight stopped. "Have you learned your lesson, Sunny?"
"Yes," she said. "I've been such a naughty girl."
"Then you shall receive a butt massage." Twilight started rubbing Sunset's butt with both hands. Both of them enjoyed this every bit as much as the spanking. More so in that Sunset's shorts were soaked with pee.
After about five minutes, Sunset said "That's good."
Twilight stopped and patted Sunset's soaking wet rear end. "How about we watch some TV now?"
"Sounds good."
They sat on the couch, which Twilight had put protection on before Sunset even got there, and watched one of their favorite shows.
About ten minutes in, Twilight let out a series of wet farts, stinking up her shorts. She and Sunset giggled. Over the next few minutes, her farts grew wetter and stinkier.
"Phew," said Sunset after a particularly dirty wet fart. "You really need the bathroom."
"I'm all right," said Twilight. She let out a short, wet fart, then, a longer fart that turned very wet early in. Her eyes went wide as she pooped her shorts. It was hyperscat, so a lot came out at once and made a big mess that smelled twice as bad as her farts.
"I told you," said Sunset.
Twilight blushed lightly but giggled. It was a little unpleasant, but nothing to be ashamed of when both she and Sunset loved peeing themselves.
"Are you all right, Twi?"
"I'm fine. I just have really messy shorts." She let out a sloppy wet fart and soiled herself a little more.
"Would you like a bath?"
"That would be great."
They stood up. First Twilight waddled to the bathroom and got as much of the mess out of her shorts and into the toilet as she could. Then Sunset filled the bathtub with warm, soapy water. Twilight removed her glasses and climbed into the tub, still in her soiled shorts. She and Sunset loved giving each other baths this way.
Sunset poured some water over Twilight's head and lathered her hair with shampoo. Then she poured some liquid soap onto her hands and scrubbed Twilight's back and sides.
Once Twilight's top half was covered in suds, Sunset said "Now, to wash your dirty rear end."
Twilight assumed a position with her butt as far in the air as it would go. Sunset poured a large dollop of soap onto Twilight's butt and scrubbed it as hard as she could with both hands. Both she and Twilight took immense pleasure in this.
It took fifteen minutes to get the stain and the smell out of Twilight's shorts. Not that either of them minded. Twilight suspected there would still be a stain on her underwear but she didn't mind.
"All done," said Sunset.
"You know," said Twilight, "you really need to be washed too. You smell like pee."
"I bet I do," said Sunset. "You can wash me in just a minute. I have to go to the bathroom first." She sat on the toilet with her shorts still up and peed, sighing of relief.
Twilight giggled. "Aren't you a little piddle pants," she said.
When Sunset was done peeing, she climbed into the tub, still in her wet shorts. Twilight washed her hair and her top half the same way that Sunset had done to her. Then she spent fifteen minutes scrubbing her butt with soap, coating it in suds. Even though Sunset hadn't messed herself, Twilight really enjoyed rubbing Sunset's tush, and she knew Sunset enjoyed this as well.
Once they were done, Sunset and Twilight sat in the tub next to each other.
"I already can't wait until the bath we're going to give each other after our camping trip," said Twilight.
"Me neither," said Sunset. "And even before that, peeing ourselves and not washing or changing out of our pajamas for a week is going to be fun."
"We can probably hold on the messing."
"I agree. It's unpleasant. At least you were able to get the stain out of my jean shorts, just as I got the stain out of yours." Sunset farted in the tub, and she and Twilight giggled.
...
Once they got out of the tub, they dried off and changed into their pajamas. Together they mopped up their puddle, and, after drinking a large soda each, climbed into bed.
Sunset woke up first, really needing to pee. She looked beside her. Twilight was sound asleep. Sunset smiled, got as close to Twilight as she could, and peed, soaking her pajamas and the seats, and wetting Twilight's pajamas as well.
Twilight woke up. "Sunset, are you peeing on me?" she said with a smile.
"Mm-hmm," Sunset said, still wetting herself.
Twilight giggled, then let go and peed her pajamas as well.
"Are you up for another bath?" Sunset asked.
"Sure," said Twilight. "But let's lay here for a while first." |
Chapter 10: Mass Peeing in the Car
For this chapter, Sunset will be wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, Twilight will be wearing her Legend of Everfree outfit again (I'm sorry, it's my favorite for her), Rarity will be wearing a light blue tank top and short skintight purple shorts, Fluttershy will be wearing a white tank top and short skintight green shorts, Rainbow Dash will be wearing a white T-shirt and short skintight blue shorts, Pinkie Pie will be wearing a pink and white T-shirt and short tight jean shorts, and Applejack will be wearing a white and green T-shirt and short, tight jean cutoffs.
...
It was about a week after Sunset and Twilight returned from their week's camping trip. As they had planned, they had stayed in their pajamas the entire time and not washed, and whenever they needed to pee they went in their pajamas. They smelled really bad by the time they got back, and their pajamas were filthy and, in the case of their pants, smelled strongly of pee. They gave each other a bath in their dirty pajamas until they were sparkling clean, spending extra time scrubbing each other's butts of course.
Now, the girls were all on another roadtrip, this time, to the soccer finals, which Rainbow Dash would be competing in tomorrow. The city where it was taking place was three hours away and the girls all wanted to be here to cheer for her. They had often been in the audience when she would run a race. Sometimes if it was a really long race she would wet her shorts after drinking so much; the same ones she was wearing now. Neither she nor anyone else really cared; she always won and the audience always loved her.
Twilight was driving, and Sunset sat in the front seat. Rarity and Applejack sat in the middle, and Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie sat in the back, Rainbow between the other two.
Once again, it took a while for the van to cool down with air conditioning so they each got an extra large slushy before leaving the city. They knew the effect it would have on them but they didn't care. In Sunset's case, she was looking forward to it.
As they approached a gas station just over half an hour out of town, Twilight asked "Does anybody have to go to the bathroom?"
The girls all shook their heads and said "No" or "I'm fine".
However, only ten minutes later, they were all hit with a sudden and intense urge to pee.
"Oh come on!" said Rainbow Dash. "I couldn't have had to pee ten minutes ago?"
The girls all fidgeted. Sunset and Twilight were the only ones who really had an interest in wetting, though Pinkie would enjoy it whenever it happened to her. But at this point they were all familiar with it, in part due to Sunset wetting herself all the time, and in part due to each of them having wet herself at least once.
Sunset waited a few moments, enjoying her desperation, then sighed in relief as she wet her pants. Everyone could hear her stream spraying her jeans, and everyone could smell her pee. Sunset enjoyed both as she felt the warm wetness spread through her crotch and butt.
Twilight was in desperate need of a bathroom but smiled as she knew Sunset was having fun. She leaked a little, dampening her shorts, but held the rest of it in.
"Sunset's peeing her pants!" said Pinkie. "I gotta go potty really bad, and I don't see why I can't follow her example!" Pinkie uncrossed her legs, stopped fidgeting, and peed in her shorts. She sighed of relief with a look of absolute pleasure on her face, though more for the relief than the act of peeing herself, but she was definitely enjoying this.
Rainbow chuckled a bit, then whimpered and crossed her legs, fidgeting tight. "How are you holding up, Fluttershy?"
Pinkie laughed at Rainbow's unintentional pun, and her stream grew stronger.
"I... I really have to go," Fluttershy said quietly, crossing her legs and fidgeting.
"Think you can hold it till the next gas station, Rares?" Applejack asked Rarity.
"Heavens, no," said Rarity. "I've told you a million times, I don't use public washrooms. They're so filthy. I'd rather go in my shorts." She held herself with both hands and moaned.
"Looks like your only options are one or the other," said Applejack. "Unless you think you can hold it another two hours."
Rarity responded by peeing her shorts. She sighed in relief as her crotch and butt became very wet. She knew she was being very unladylike but she didn't mind. It wasn't her first time, and wetting was no big deal for them.
"Feel better, Rares?" Applejack asked when Rarity finished peeing.
"Much better," Rarity said cheerfully. Her shorts were soaked but the relief felt so good.
"We might as well be wet together." The sound of a strong stream spraying denim could be heard as Applejack's jean shorts darkened rapidly and she sighed of relief.
"Awwwww," said Rarity with a smile.
"A little pee ain't no big deal," Applejack said unabashedly with a wink.
"It's rather a lot of pee, but I know what you mean."
"R... Rainbow Dash?" Fluttershy said timidly, holding herself and fidgeting lightly.
"Yes, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash replied, crossing her legs and fidgeting harder.
"I... I really don't think I'm gonna make it."
"You're sure this is gonna end wet for you?"
"Yes."
"Then let's pee on three. Sound good?"
Fluttershy blushed lightly but nodded.
"One... two... three."
Rainbow uncrossed her legs, Fluttershy stopped holding herself, and both desperate girls stopped fidgeting as they peed full force in their skintight shorts. They sighed of relief as their bladders grew emptier and their shorts grew wetter.
"You doing all right, Fluttershy?" Rainbow asked after a minute, still peeing.
"Mm-hmm." Fluttershy was blushing but smiling and leaning against Rainbow as she wet herself.
After about another minute, Rainbow and Fluttershy finished peeing.
"Ahhh, that's better," said Rainbow.
Fluttershy enjoyed the feeling of relief. She didn't care that she had peed herself and soaked her shorts. It was hardly her first time, she enjoyed peeing her wetsuit, and the other girls wet themselves from time to time too, and in Sunset's case, all the time. Besides, she kind of enjoyed wetting with Rainbow Dash, though they likely wouldn't get into the habit of doing it all the time as Sunset did.
"Well, since all of you wet yourselves, I suppose I might as well join you." Twilight sighed as she wet her shorts.
Sunset chuckled to herself as she saw the wet spot rapidly expanding and Twilight's seat being flooded. She knew Twilight really enjoyed this, and all her friends having wet themselves just now gave her the perfect excuse to do the same.
"Aw shucks," said Applejack. "I forgot to pack my pajamas."
"Me too," said Rarity.
"Me three!" said Pinkie.
"I may have forgotten to pack them too," said Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy just giggled nervously.
"Me too, and I was so looking forward to wetting them tomorrow morning," said Sunset. "If they have mattress protection at the hotel, of course."
"I guess we're staying in our wet outfits the entire trip," said Twilight.
The girls all laughed. While most of them still didn't have a particular interest in wetting, they found this amusing and somewhat fun all the same.
...
An hour later, they stopped at a fast food restaurant and ordered some lunch. Then they continued on their way.
Four minutes later, Pinkie let out a series of wet farts.
"Pinkie!" said Rarity, for she was stinking up the van.
"Sorry," she said. "What I ate really didn't agree with me."
Rainbow Dash lifted her leg and let out a deep-pitched wet fart. Twilight opened all the windows of the van.
Over the next few minutes, Pinkie's farts grew wetter and stinkier. She knew the effect her food would have on her, but she didn't care, she loved it so much, and as no one had batted an eye at Applejack's messy accident at her wedding, she figured it wouldn't be a big deal if she did the same thing.
Which, eventually she did. Pinkie let out a very wet fart that, seconds in, released explosive diarrhea into her shorts. She simply giggled as she pooped herself uncontrollably.
"Oh my," said Rarity, fanning the air but not being overly put off by it.
"Looks like I had an accident in my shorts," Pinkie said with a smile. She let out a sloppy wet fart and soiled herself a little more.
"Ooh... Don't make me think about it," said Rainbow Dash. "I really have to go too." She let out a dirty wet fart.
"Then just go in your shorts, Dashie! It's not so bad!" PLORP! Pinkie giggled.
"Oh, why not?" Rainbow grunted and noisily pooped her shorts with hyperscat. She then sighed of relief.
"Feel better?" Fluttershy asked with a smile.
"Way better," said Rainbow Dash. "In fact... I actually really enjoyed that." BLART! She chuckled as she soiled herself a little more, and wiggled her butt in her mess. "You don't mind, do you Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy kissed her lightly. "Not in the least." She let out an airy fart and blushed but giggled.
...
Their shorts, in Sunset's case, pants, had dried by the time they arrived at their hotel, though of course Rainbow and Pinkie's shorts were still messy. Sunset walked into the lobby to check them into the hotel.
"Two rooms," Sunset said. Each room had two beds; one bed each for Sunset and Twilight, Applejack and Rarity, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, and Pinkie. "Three beds will need mattress protection. Two of my friends soiled themselves on the way here and didn't bring a change of clothes. And I wet the bed. A lot."
The clerk looked a little surprised, not only by the fact that Sunset wet the bed, but how casually and loudly she was saying it, as if it was no big deal, not to mention there was someone within earshot behind her. But she quickly recovered and said "We'll get those set up for you."
...
Twilight and Sunset shared a room with Rarity and Applejack, and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy shared a room with Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy really didn't mind Rainbow and Pinkie's smell, and cuddled with Rainbow that night. Rainbow soiled her shorts again before they fell asleep, and that morning, Sunset took her morning pee in bed, in her jeans. Twilight peed with her. She'd just tell Rarity and Applejack that all the pee was Sunset's. |
Chapter 11: Peeing at the Restaurant and Theater
Sunset was on her way to an outdoor restaurant where she would be having lunch with Twilight. She was wearing her original outfit that included her orange skirt, with tight black boyshort panties underneath.
She arrived at the restaurant and saw Twilight waving to her. As she walked over, she saw that the empty seat had a towel on it, which most likely had a garbage bag underneath. She smiled and sat down.
"How's your day going so far, Sunset?" Twilight asked.
"Not bad," Sunset said. "I played some pretty good online games today, and tried a new type of coffee today, which was pretty good. And I wet my pajamas when I woke up."
Twilight giggled. A few people at a nearby table looked in her direction, a little surprised, then went back to eating, either assuming they had misheard, or deciding they didn't much care that someone was able to speak casually about wetting herself.
The waiter, who had a mustache and a French accent, took their order. Sunset ordered an extra large soda as her drink. When it arrived, she drank it all and ordered a refill. One more refill and she was done drinking. There was also a glass of water on the table, which she decided to save until after she was done eating.
"It's kind of funny how even though most of our friends don't have an interest in wetting, they're comfortable enough to prank each other with it and laugh when they're on the receiving end of it," said Twilight a little more quietly.
"Like how Rainbow Dash made Fluttershy wet the bed and she laughed it off," said Sunset. "Or that moment with Applejack and Rarity at the park."
...
The girls had all been hanging around at the park one day. Sunset sat on the grass with her legs outstretched and peed in her short skintight black shorts, which she was wearing today with an orange tank top.
"I have to use the bathroom rather urgently," said Rarity, who, like Sunset, had drank a huge slushy.
"Outhouse is that way," said Applejack.
"I'd never use a filthy outhouse. I'd rather go in my shorts."
"If that's how you feel..." Applejack tickled Rarity's sides and armpits. Rarity laughed until she wet her Legend of Everfree shorts. The other girls giggled at this. Applejack finished tickling as soon as Rarity finished peeing. "Feel better, sugarcube?"
"Much better," said Rarity. She felt her wet shorts, blushed lightly, and giggled.
"I have to go in the other way," said Rainbow Dash, who was wearing her skintight black pants. She closed her eyes tight with a smile on her face and released a big, wet, smelly mess into her pants. She sighed of relief, enjoying the warm, messy feeling in her butt and the foul smell that came with it. (I wasn't so descriptive on fimfiction)
...
"And then that time Rainbow Dash scared Pinkie on her way to the bathroom," said Twilight.
"And sometimes they'd fart to make each other laugh when they really had to pee," said Sunset.
"And Rarity sewing Applejack's pajamas up when she slept, so she ended up peeing herself the following morning because she couldn't get them off."
"And, being Rarity, she was able to fix the pajamas after she cut them off and washed them."
Eventually the food arrived. As Sunset started eating, her drinks hit her. She needed to pee really badly. She barely waited ten seconds before she sighed and peed in her dress. She took absolute pleasure in the warm wetness drenching her underwear, soaking the front and butt of her skirt.
Twilight giggled. A few people looked in her direction and saw what she was doing.
"Is she wetting herself and enjoying it?" A girl muttered.
"Looks like it," her boyfriend said. "I didn't know that was possible. That's probably what the seat protection was for. I guess to each their own."
Two girls at another table giggled.
Sunset didn't feel one bit ashamed that people could see her peeing herself. She loved the warm, wet feeling and the naughtiness of it all, and didn't care who saw her pee. She sighed in relief once she was done.
After they finished eating and Twilight paid the bill, Sunset stood up. Pee dripped off her skirt.
"Are you all right, Madame?" the waiter asked.
"I'm fine," said Sunset, picking up her towel and garbage bag. The towel was very wet but it and the garbage bag had protected the seat well. "I like wetting myself."
The waiter looked a little surprised, but recovered and said "Have a nice day."
...
By 6:30, Sunset's skirt and underwear had dried, and she was sitting in the movie theater with her friends watching a movie. Sunset once again had protection on her seat, as did Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash; Pinkie and Rainbow didn't want to miss any parts of the movie if they had to go to the bathroom (and had wet themselves at the theater a few times), and Rarity disliked using public bathrooms.
In the middle of the movie, Sunset had to pee. She sighed as she let it all out, enjoying the warm release.
Near the end of the movie, there was a big jumpscare. Fluttershy and Pinkie reacted to it the most, letting out a loud, high-pitched scream. Which wasn't all that came out of them.
When the movie was over, the girls walked into the lobby and Sunset saw who had wet themselves and who had stayed dry.
Rainbow's skintight black pants were dry, where Rarity's skintight black unitard was wet. So were Pinkie's jean shorts, and Fluttershy's pretty green skirt.
"I didn't think to bring protection," said Fluttershy, blushing lightly. "I peed all over the seat."
"I'll handle it," said Sunset. She handed her towel to Twilight, whom she knew would enjoy holding something soaked with her pee, and walked up to a staff member. "Excuse me?"
"Yes?" said the staff member. She looked at Sunset's wet skirt. "Don't tell me. You peed during the jumpscare in the movie?"
"Yes."
"It happens so often we have a crew cleaning seats after every showtime. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks." Sunset rejoined her friends outside the theater. "Everything's all right, Fluttershy. They'll clean it up, and you're not the only one who soaked her seat at the jumpscare. It happens all the time. Probably the filmmakers' idea of a joke."
"That's good to know," said Fluttershy. Once this was known to her she didn't feel so bad about her accident, as it was barely embarrassing to her anymore.
"It is pretty funny," said Pinkie.
"I held it during the jumpscare," said Rainbow. "But now I have to pee really badly!" She held herself with both hands.
Fluttershy smiled and started tickling Dashie. |
Kelly didn’t want to look. She knew she hadn’t done well on the Chemistry exam. Still, she held out hope that it wasn’t too bad. But when Dr. Honeydew shook his head disappointingly as he handed the graded test paper back to her, she knew that couldn’t be good. The pretty, blonde-haired senior had started the year doing quite well in Chemistry class. But her grades, as of late, had been slipping. And that fact, naturally, was of particularly interest to Kelly’s parents.
Kelly was almost afraid to turn over the paper on her desk and look, but she knew she had to. She knew she needed at least a “C” on the test to maintain her “B” -- well, “B-” -- average in the course. But as Kelly finally does turn it over and takes a look, she is disappointed to a see she’d only gotten a “D+” on the exam. “Well, at least it was a D PLUS,” she thinks to herself -- trying to look on the bright side. But a “D” -- even a “D+” just wasn’t going to cut it with her parents and Kelly knew it. They had been on her back for quite some time now about how her social life was interfering with her schoolwork and they had warned her that “changes would be made” if her grades continued to slip. And this test, clearly, wasn’t going to help.
Desperate, Kelly goes to see Dr. Honeydew after class. “I’m quite disappointed in you, Kelly,” he tells the blonde-haired senior beauty, “You started off the year doing quite well in my class, but obviously you’ve been slacking off as of late.” “You’re a bright girl, Kelly, and you’re capable of doing much better,” he tells her, “But ever since you started dating Brandon, your schoolwork seems to have taken a back seat to that.” She had been dating Brandon -- the twin brother of her best friend Brenda and a guy she had been friends with before -- for quite a while now. “Now you sound like my parents,” Kelly tells Dr. Honeydew. “Well, you two do seem to be the hot couple around school,” Dr. Honeydew then explains to Kelly, “Only Brandon’s grades don’t seem to be suffering because of it.
As the discussion continues, Kelly finally gets to the crux of the matter. She asks her Chemistry teacher if there is something she can do to earn some extra credit. “If I don’t get at least a ‘B’ this semester, my parents are going to make me break up with Brandon,” Kelly tells him. At first, Dr. Honeydew is reluctant to help her. “I’m not so sure that’s a bad idea,” he tells her. But Kelly begs him. “Please Dr. Honeydew -- there has to be something I can do,” Kelly pleads, “I’ll do anything. Dr. Honeydew then gives it some thought. “Well, I suppose there is one thing I can let you do,” he then explains, “And if you do it, I can raise your grade as high as a ‘B-’ for the semester.” At first, she isn’t sure if a “B-” qualifies as a “B” in her parents’ eyes. But when Dr. Honeydew tells her that that’s the best he can do, she decides that she’ll have to give it a try.
He then explains that the school’s Environmental Club is working on a big project this coming Saturday morning. “They have a big workday planned for Saturday morning,” he tells Kelly, “They’re helping to rehabilitate Peach Pit Park.” Peach Pit Park is a local park that was once quite popular but has fallen into disrepair over the last decade or so. Kelly is well aware of the park’s negative reputation. “Ewww! -- you mean ARM-pit park?” she says derisively. “It’s called PEACH Pit Park,” her teacher corrects her, “It’s named for the grove of Peach trees that once thrived there.” “The Environmental Club is going to plant new trees there to return it back to what it was,” he explains further, “And they’re going to rake leaves and pick up twigs and garbage over the rest of the park, too.” Quite frankly, it’s not how Kelly is used to spending her Saturday mornings. “PEACH PIT Park!” Dr. Honeydew reiterates, “It used to be a pretty popular place -- they used to sell the peaches from the trees to help fund maintenance of the park.”
“I know -- I used to go there all the time with my parents,” Kelly tells him -- not speaking with a particular fondness for the place, “I remember wetting my pants there once.” Dr. Honeydew then looks at Kelly with raised eyebrows -- quite surprised. “Well, I was four at the time,” Kelly, smiling, then clarifies, “I didn’t want to use the smelly port-o-potties they had there.” “Well, I’m going to assume you’ve outgrown wetting your pants,” he tells Kelly -- similarly smiling, “And from what I understand, they just built regular bathrooms there last year.” “So I don’t think you have to worry about that on Saturday,” he tells her with a laugh. Again, it’s not exactly how Kelly had intended to spend her Saturday morning, but she takes it in stride -- anything to prop up her grade in Chemistry so she could continue seeing Brandon.
Come Saturday morning Kelly drags herself out of bed. The first order of business is, of course, peeing. Kelly doesn’t think she has a particularly large bladder -- at least not in the daytime (she typically has to go somewhat frequently during the day) -- but somehow she rarely wakes up in the middle of the night having to pee. Instead, she always wakes up with a nearly bursting bladder in the morning. She proceeds immediately to her bathroom adjoining her bedroom and, hiking up her nightgown, unceremoniously plops her butt down on the toilet seat. A powerful stream of pee then ensues -- splashing nosily into the toilet bowl. Kelly’s morning pee is perhaps best described -- as her friend Brenda put it doing a sleepover several years earlier -- as a “loud, powerful, and hissing” kind of pee. As the pretty blonde’s pee begins to slow in intensity, Kelly pushes hard to make sure her bladder empties completely. This causes her pee stream to momentarily regain it’s intensity before finally slowing down to a trickle and then lastly to a few remaining drops. Kelly sits for a while and just relaxes on the toilet. She really wants to go back to bed, but she knows she’s gotta get ready for her Saturday morning working in the park.
Normally, Kelly also has her bowel movements in the morning. She likes that because she rarely then has to deal with doing it at school. But as she sits and waits this morning, it soon becomes apparent that no bowel movement is forthcoming. She’d really hoped she’d be able to take care of that this morning as well. Even if they did now have regular bathrooms at the park as Dr. Honeydew had said, she’d certainly rather do that here at home than in the bathroom at the park. But Kelly -- remembering that she last went yesterday afternoon when she got home from school -- quickly realizes that she simply doesn’t have to go again now. She then carefully wipes herself from her morning pee and proceeds to get dressed for her Saturday workday at the park. About the only good thing about all this is that there’s no need to shower now or make herself up beforehand. She then scarfs down a banana and 2 uncooked pop tarts as well as a cup of coffee before heading off to school.
When Kelly arrives at West Beverly High -- they all need to meet at school first to load the truck with tree seedlings and other supplies they’ll be needing -- she’s pleasantly surprised to see Andrea there. Andrea is not really a close friend of Kelly but more like an acquaintance. But it’s still nice to see a familiar face. These people in the Environmental Club are the academic type of kids while Kelly typically hangs around with a more popular crowd. Andrea -- while certainly an academic sort -- is sort of on the fringe of the popular crowd that Kelly typically hangs around with. Andrea is surprised to see Kelly there amongst the “Science Nerds” as Kelly would call them. “What are you doing here?” she asks Kelly. Kelly, of course, explains the situation with her needing extra credit. “Well, I’m happy to see you,” Andrea then says, “We can always use the help.” Quite frankly, it really should have been no surprise to Kelly to see Andrea there. The whole project is really “an Andrea sort of thing” as Kelly would call it. Andrea suggests that the two of them pair up and work together. Kelly agrees as they board the bus to head over the Peach Pit Park.
Arriving at the park, Kelly and Andrea and most of the girls grab rakes and head over to the other side of the park. They quickly get to work raking the leaves and picking up all the twigs. The boys get busy replanting the new peach trees. Kelly is pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t really mind this at all. She had expected to be picking up garbage but its really just mostly raking leaves and that isn’t so bad. They work on clearing the leaves and picking up the twigs so that new grass can be planted and walking trails can be established in the park. The leaves will later be shredded and the twigs ground up to provide valuable much for the newly planted trees. Kelly finds herself working quite happily and efficiently with Andrea as they clear their section of leaves and other debris.
As the morning goes on, Andrea suddenly asks Kelly if she wants to “take a walk” with her. Kelly looks at her puzzled until Andrea explains that she needs a bathroom break. “Too much coffee this morning,” she tells Kelly. Kelly notes that she does have to pee a bit herself -- not really such that she was contemplating a break just yet -- but as long as Andrea has to go, Kelly figures she might as well go herself now, as well. But Kelly is quite surprised when Andrea doesn’t head to the newly built bathrooms just inside the park entrance but down a hill and behind a clump of bushes instead. Finding a somewhat secluded spot, Andrea proceeds to pull a roll of toilet paper out of her backpack and asks Kelly to stand guard for her. Kelly again looks at Andrea puzzled. Andrea, in turn, laughs when Kelly asks about the park’s bathroom facilities. “They don’t open those until the park is open to the public later in the spring,” she tells Kelly, “In the meantime we just have to make do as best we can.” “In the meantime, it’s just ….. well, it’s just this,” Andrea explains as she goes about unbuckling her pants and popping a squat.
“Ughh! -- Gross!” Kelly exclaims as Andrea starts to pee right there on the grass. “Please tell me that all you’re going to do here is #1,” she tells Andrea. Andrea laughs and assures her that #1 is all she needs to do. “At least for now,” Andrea tells her, laughing some more, “But if you gotta go, you gotta go -- even if it isn’t just #1.” “I mean, if you do have to go that way, too, what else are you going to do?” she asks Kelly. But Kelly insists that she “just wouldn’t.” “#1 is bad enough,” she tells Andrea, shaking her head, “Going #2 outside is just repulsive.” “I wouldn’t -- I just wouldn’t,” she reiterates. But Andrea just shakes her head herself as her pee stream starts to dissipate. “When you gotta go, you gotta go,” she says again, “Unless you want to go in your pants, what else are you going to do?” “Especially for that,” Andrea then points out, “I think it would be even worse going #2 in your pants than going #1.” Kelly turns her back as Andrea then takes some toilet paper and wipes herself dry. Pulling up and rebuking her pants, she then offers to stand guard while Kelly takes her turn. Kelly, though, declines. “I thought you said you had to go?” Andrea asks her. “Well, I don’t have to go THAT BAD,” Kelly tells her, “I don’t have to go bad enough to do just squat out in the open like that.”
The two girls then go back to work. But Kelly is suddenly quite apprehensive now knowing that the bathroom facilities she thought available actually aren’t. She notices other girls on occasion detouring into the bushes carrying various things for use as toilet paper. She can’t see what the boys are doing -- they’re working on the other side of the park -- but it’s different for boys, anyway. Even Miss Cook, the club’s quite young and pretty faculty advisor takes her turn going off to a secluded spot with toilet paper in hand. The whole thing only makes Kelly more aware of the fact that she does need to pee. It is by no means, an “emergency” just yet -- in fact, it isn’t even what you would call “urgent” -- but the workday was still young. And now suddenly -- perhaps by virtue of the power of suggestion -- Kelly becomes acutely aware of a rumbling deep within. her bowels.
But -- as the morning wears on -- Kelly’s bathroom needs, of course, only get worse. It isn’t long before her need to pee does get urgent and by now she is fighting a need to go the other way as well. Andrea notices that Kelly seems uncomfortable as the girls continue to rake leaves. She suggests that Kelly go use the bushes, but Kelly refuses. “It’s really not so bad,” Andrea tells Kelly, “You just pop a squat and just do what you need to do.” But Kelly insists that she can wait and just continues to hold it in. And having to hold in a bowel movement as well only makes it more uncomfortable.
Eventually, though, Kelly’s need to pee goes from “urgent” to a downright emergency. By now, Kelly has to periodically stop working for moments at a time to fight sudden urges from her bladder and maintain control of herself. Andrea urges her again to go take care of business in the bushes. She tells Kelly it’s silly to make herself uncomfortable like that when it’s so easy to just go back there, squat and get relief. “It really isn’t so bad, Kelly,” Andrea reiterates, “It’s pretty private there behind the bushes -- Nobody is going to see you.” She questions exactly how long Kelly can just continue to hold it in. But Kelly insists that she can make it -- hanging her hopes on the fact that they are about done for the day. Then it’ll only be a short bus ride back to West Beverly where regular toilets were, or course, available. Andrea just shakes her head.
In due course, all the trees get planted and all the leaves and twigs are duly gathered into piles to be mulched later. And Kelly somehow -- though in very obvious desperation -- is still in control of herself. But just as Kelly places her rake back on the pick-up truck, she’s hit with an intense cramp in her stomach and an subsequent strong surge from her bowels. Suddenly, Kelly is forced to shift her focus from controlling her bladder to controlling her bowels. And that, in turn, all but springs the floodwaters that she’d been holding back in her bursting bladder. To her utter horror, the pretty high school senior is suddenly wetting her pants. She tries to shift more effort to controlling her bladder, but she doesn’t dare lessen her grip on her bowels. She does manage to stop it from actually flooding out of her, but she doesn’t have the strength to stop the flow entirely. Instead -- rather than simply flooding her crotch as it did before -- she feels trails of pee running down both her legs. She feels the warm flow going down her right leg first in a slow but steady stream. And in short course -- as the pee continues to flow -- she feels it trickling down her left leg as well. Still forced to maintain a tight grip on her bowels -- quickly coming to the realization that a mess in her panties would be an even worse disaster than wetting them -- she simply cannot regain control of her overflowing bladder.
As Kelly stands there helplessly wetting her pants -- her jeans obviously becoming wetter and wetter as it happens -- the spectacle obviously draws the attention of her workmates. Mostly, they stand there astonished, mouths hanging open, as they watch the wetness spreading on the beautiful and popular 18 year old’s jeans. As Kelly looks down at her soaking wet crotch, she can see the wetness all but glistening in the midday sun. Pretty soon, as the wetness spreads down her thighs, she can also feel the wetness starting to make it’s way further and further up the seat of those jeans. Still, even as more and more pee slowly spills shamefully into her pants, she simply can’t get back in control of herself. It’s only when the pressure in her bowels does ease up a bit that Kelly can refocus her efforts and get complete control of her bladder again. Of course, by now it’s so far beyond too late that it’s hardly worth the effort. By now, her jeans are an utter disaster of wetness -- absolutely drenched in the crotch and quite wet down both thighs as well. And Kelly isn’t entirely sure that she hasn’t messed in her panties -- at least a little -- as well. A few of the others -- boys mostly -- are pointing and laughing at her.
Miss Cook, the club’s faculty advisor, admonishes those teasing her to stop. Still, she’s as shocked as anyone at Kelly having peed her pants. I mean, when you teach Kindergarten and First Grade, you expect to occasionally see that kind of thing, but certainly not when you teach high school. The sympathetic teacher asks Kelly what happened. But Kelly, in turn, will only say that she didn’t want to squat in the bushes. She says further that she doesn’t want to talk about it and only wants to get back to West Beverly. Miss Cook obliges and directs everyone to get on the bus for the ride back. As Kelly sits down on the bus seat in her wet jeans, she feels like she’s sitting in a puddle. It’s really hard to describe just how much pee the denim is able to absorb. And with her panties clinging so tightly to her butt, she’s genuinely worried that it’s poop in them causing that.
Andrea is a good friend -- still sitting next to her on the bus and trying to comfort her. Still, Kelly is mortified by the embarrassment of it all. “Everyone is going to know about this,” Kelly tells her in tears, “I’m going to be the laughingstock of the whole school.” Andrea tries to tell her it won’t be so bad, but it does little to convince Kelly.
Back at West Beverly, Miss Cook unlocks one of the doors so Kelly can go in and use the bathroom there. She finds the girls’ locker room locked but the girls’ room in the hallway open. Taking a stall, Kelly takes down her wet pants and sits on the toilet. Immediately she starts peeing in the toilet. She’s surprised at how much she still needs to pee and even after wetting herself like she did, it feels good to be getting relief by letting it out in the toilet like she’s supposed to do. Kelly tries to relax a moment -- well, as much as she can in such a humiliating situation -- and then does her bowel movement in the toilet as well. It’s not a well-formed “log” of fecal matter like Kelly typically has but it’s more or less a mostly solid movement. Taking a look at the inside of her panties, Kelly is pleased to see that those panties, while obviously soaking wet, haven’t been messed in at all. She tries to look on the bright side that at least she didn’t mess in panties along with wetting them, but that’s really of small comfort. Kelly then takes four wipes with the school toilet paper to clean her backside.
Pausing for a moment -- thinking what to do next -- Kelly contemplates trying to dry herself and her panties right there in the girls’ room. But ultimately she decides that it’s hopeless doing that in there. The sooner she gets home, takes a shower and changes into dry clothes, the better. She grimaces as she pulls her wet panties and pants back up as they’re both starting to feel cold and clammy against her skin. Washing her hands at the sink, she tries to summon up the courage to go back outside and face everyone.
She is soon greeted by Andrea again. Andrea hugs her and Kelly cries in her arms. She laments about her status as one of the cool and popular kids at school and how she ruined her reputation with this. “I’m going to be the laughingstock of the whole school,” she reiterates. Andrea tries to comfort her -- assuring her that her true friends will stick by her regardless of what she did.
“And what about Brandon?” Kelly then laments, “What’s he going to think?” “I mean, what kind of girl in high school still wets her pants,” Kelly continues, “He’s going to break up with me for sure -- He’s not going to want to be my boyfriend after this.” To that, Andrea just smiles. |
It was a fair February morning when Jake, Tom and their girlfriends Allysa and Sarah decided to go snowmobiling. The sun was shining and there was still fresh snow on the ground.
Being that the sun was out and the temperature was fair all parties were wearing only minor winter gear. Jake and Tom had on sweatshirts and lights snow pants. Allysa had a cute white jacket and leggings while Sarah wore a hoodie and form fitting jeans.
Tom was already at Jake's house when Allysa and Sarah pulled up.
"Hey boys!", Allysa said as they stepped out of the car, "ready to go have some snow fun?"
All four enjoyed being outdoors and although the girls had never been snowmobiling before the boys had many times.
"I've got some food and water in the truck, just in case we would get stuck or someone wants some", said Jake.
Allysa looked at Jake, "Stuck? Does that happen often?"
"Not if we do things right", laughed Jake, "depends how deep the snow is, but if we keep moving in the deep snow we should be fine, we have a shovel just incase."
"Well, are we forgetting anything? If not I think we're ready to go!", said Tom.
Sarah grabbed an extra jacket and socks from her car as well as her coffee. They all climbed up in Tom's truck.
"So where are we going anyway?", asked Alyssa as they started down the road.
"I thought we could go ride the forestry road out at Calvin State Park. It's like 30-40 minutes from here, but the views from some of the vistas are amazing this time of year!", exclaimed Tom.
As they drove on the boys explained to the girls how to drive snowmobiles properly and avoid getting stuck in snow banks.
"Good thing you guys are driving and we're just passengers," giggled Sarah, "I don't think I'm up for driving just yet".
"Oh come on, you can try if you want to," teased Tom, "it's really not that hard."
Tom pulled the truck into the snowmobile unloading area and all 4 got out. The air was slightly colder here, but the sun was warm. There was only one other vehicle in the area but no sign of anyone.
"Want to get the snowmobiles unloaded? I'm going to go find a tree quick before we take off," said Jake.
"No problem!", said Tom as he began to unhook the snowmobiles and warm the engines.
Sarah and Alyssa stood talking together and noticed that Jake only just went to the other side of the road. They could see a thick strong stream of pee shooting out in front of him.
"You know, days like today I wish I was a guy," said Sarah, "all that coffee from earlier is going through me."
"You could go pop and squat," suggested Alyssa.
"Yeah, no way. I have standards," laughed Sarah, "I've been way worse than this before."
"I don't blame you, I've never peed outside," confided Alyssa.
"I tried to once, "whispered Sarah, "never again. It went all over the place. Down my leg, into my pants. It was an absolute mess".
About that time Jake came back, "ahhhh.. much better".
"We're ready to go!", said Tom.
Sarah thought for a moment and looked around, "hey this is kinda of a stupid question, but is there a park office or anything that would have a bathroom around before we start off?"
Jake thought for a moment, "the nearest thing I can think of would be the swimming area about 2 miles down the road."
Sarah thought for a moment, "I'll be fine until we get back." I hope anyway, she thought to herself.
Alyssa jumped on the back of Jake's snowmobile and threw here arms around him and Sarah threw her leg around Tom as she got onto his sled.
"Here we go!", Alyssa yelled as they took off.
The going was slow at first as they made their way through some deep snow packs and uphill, but about an hour later the group finally reached the first vista.
"Oh this is lovely!" gasped Alyssa as they stopped and walked to the edge.
Sarah was now grossly questioning her decision to drink coffee this morning, but she had been so tired -- and cold. Her bladder was extremely full and she had no idea how long it would be until they got back to the restroom area.
"Why don't we grab a quick snack while we're stopped?" suggested Jake
"Can we just keep going?" said Sarah looking a bit agitated.
"What's wrong, babe?" asked Tom
"Nothing, I'm just a little cold standing here." That was obviously a lie. But it covered up her real reason and gave her an excuse to dance around and squirm.
"I guess, just give me a minute to eat a granola bar and take a quick pee", said Tom, "I didn't have much for breakfast other than a cup of coffee on the way to gas up the sleds".
Sarah groaned inside at the thought that the boys again could just pee wherever. She truly envied their ability. It wasn't that she was worried about someone seeing her, although she certainly didn't like that. She just couldn't pee outside. Even if she wanted to. The moment the spray started, she would be soaked.
As they got back on the sleds Sarah knew she was going to need to do something with her bladder soon. She had never had an accident in her adult life but she was quickly becoming extremely uncomfortable.
"How much longer is the ride, do you think?" asked Sarah trying not to sound annoying.
"I don't know... another hour maybe?" said Jake, "why, bored?"
"No... not at all, Just was curious, that's all, " lied Sarah.
Alyssa walked over to Sarah, "how bad is it?"
"Really. I feel like my bladder is going to explode!"
"Seriously, just go squat. It's better than wetting yourself."
"I am not a child! I won't wet myself! I'm just really uncomfortable!", retorted Sarah.
"Suit yourself. I have to go too, but at least I can comfortably wait until we get back to the head-end".
The four got back on the sleds and the boys started them up. The vibration from the motor wasn't helping Sarah. With her bladder being as full as it was the vibration was actually massively stimulating her and each bump in the road resonated through her abdomen.
Finally they were heading down the main road and Alyssa could finally see the truck. She was gripping her hands hard into Tom's side and clenching her teeth with the effort of controlling her overly full bladder. Alyssa knew that when they stopped she would have to get off the sled and stand for a bit, which was not going to be easy.
The snowmobiles rolled into the loading area and the boys turned them off. Everyone got off and Tom and Jake started talking. "That was awesome! Nice maneuvers up there on the side hill", said Jake.
"Hey guys, " exclaimed Sarah - not not trying to hide her desperation, "could we cut the chit chat for the ride back? I really really need to pee." As if to emphasis her need she bent over a bit and rubbed her hand on her leg.
"We'll wait in the truck for you", said Alyssa as she took Sarah's hand, "come on, we can go sit down, it will be easy on you."
As soon as the girls were in the truck Sarah started breathing heavily and closed her eyes, "they better hurry back there or there's going to be a flood in this truck".
"I'm so sorry, " said Alyssa, "If it makes you feel any better I have to go pretty bad too. We're both girls in this together... but the good news is it's only a few more minutes and that sweet sweet relief!"
Just then Jake and Tom opened the truck doors and got in. "Beach.... restrooms... NOW!" yelled Sarah.
"What's the rush?" teased Tom
Sarah gave Tom an evil eye, "Tom! Unless you want me to pee all over your truck seat, you will start driving now!"
"OK OK!" said Tom as he fired up the engine and turned around.
Each bump of ice and snow sent flaming pain through Sarah's bladder. She opened the top button of her jeans to relieve some of the pressure.
As they pulled up to the parking area Sarah's composure slumped, "where are they bathrooms?"
"Over there," Jake pointed, "across that little bridge in the building in front of the beach".
Sarah took a deep breath.... more walking....
The girls opened their doors and got out. "Hey, I'll come along, I could use another pee before we head back," said Jake.
"OK, I'll wait here for you all," said Tom.
As the three of them walked towards the bathroom building Sarah was taking labored steps as she felt like she had a bowling ball inside of her.
Finally they reached the facilities.
"RELIEF! AT LAST!" exclaimed Sarah as she managed to gain the ability to run the last 50 feet. Sarah tugged on the Women's door. It didn't open. Then she look at a sign "CLOSED FOR THE SEASON".
"OH MY WORD! NO NO NO! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!", she cried, "I literally have no idea what I'm going to do."
"Calm down," said Jake, "just go pee in the woods, no one cares."
"No, I can't."
"Sure you can, if it's that bad, just go do it."
"No, you don't understand... like I physically can't."
"Come on, hon, I can go help you," offered Alyssa.
"No... I'm just going to have to hold it until we get back," moaned Sarah as a wave of desperation over took her. She now had both hands firmed against the bathroom wall and was panting.
"Listen, I really have to pee too... but standing around here isn't going to fix the situation, let's get back to the truck and to a gas station or something!" said Alyssa.
"I..... can't.... walk" moaned Sarah thrusting her hand into her crotch.
"Sure you can... come on... I'll help you", offered Jake.
As they began to walk back Sarah suddenly let out a squeal and the crotch of her jeans darkened the size of a baseball.
"OH MY WORD. This can't be happening" she said as she bent down.
They continued to walk back to the car, Sarah breathing heavily with each labored step. As she stepped up into the truck she let out another moan, followed by another 1 squirt of hot pee. Her jeans were now soaked in the front and back.
"Jake! Drive. Drive as fast as you can to the nearest restroom, these are locked and Sarah is about to blow.... I'm not much better off."
Jake started up the truck and began down the road.
In between sharp breathes Sarah managed to ask, "how long until we get somewhere?"
"I think there's a gas station about 10 minutes down the road," Jake said as he accelerated more, "just hang on!"
"I.... can't... much... longer," Sarah gasped as a load hiss was heard from the back, "guys stop the truck... stop the truck... I'm peeing!"
"What I thought you said you couldn't?" said Tom.
"No.. I'm not trying to.... I'm peeing... like I can't stop it... pull over NOW!"
A loud hiss continues in the back seat and the smell of urine filled the truck. Jake pulled the truck over to the side of the road and Sarah threw the door open and jumped out to continue peeing on the side of the road. She yanked her pants and pink panties down and flooded for a good 45 seconds before finishing as a trickle, not caring who might see her. She let out a huge sigh.
"This is disgusting," she sobbed as she pulled her pants and panties back up -- both soaked.
"Here, take them off and wrap yourself in my sweatshirt - at least you won't be sitting in anything wet", offered Alyssa.
Sarah pulled her soaking wet jeans and panties off once again and wrapped herself up in the sweatshirt.
"Now, can we please get to the gas station before *I* am the next one to have an accident?", asked Alyssa, her leggings riding up into her crotch. |
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
As the clock in the detention room at Harding High School slowly approaches 5:00 PM, Mallory sits there writing -- and writing and writing and writing. Mallory had been at it for over 3 hours now -- ever since the pretty and popular senior brunette was caught during 7th period earlier this afternoon.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
To say the least, Mallory finds the task at hand tedious and boring. Her butt feels numb sitting in one place so long. He legs feel like they’re asleep. Her hand and even her entire arm hurt from the repetitive motion of writing the same sentence over and over and over again. And not only did Mallory have to pee but she needed to go to the bathroom for the other reason as well.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
Mallory continues writing as she sits in the detention room with Mrs. Garret -- the only student still left now 2 hours after school. She wonders if they are going to make her sit here the whole night until she finishes her punishment. She wonders if they are going to let her take a bathroom break if they do make her sit and write all night. Because if they expect her to finish the punishment, it really is going to take all night. They hadn’t told her specifically how many times she had to write the sentence, but they had given her 20 sheets of paper and told her she needed to fill the front and back of all of them. Mallory had never been particularly good at Math -- or any other subject for that matter -- but even she could figure out that the front and back of 20 sheets of paper amounted to writing it 1,000 times!
I will not text in the girls’ room.
I will not text in the girls’ room.
The punishment droned on for Mallory. Suddenly looking up at Mrs. Garret, Mallory sees that the detention room monitor is looking back at her, shaking her head. “You know it isn’t just that you were texting in the girls’ room,” she tells Mallory, an obvious tone of disappointment in her voice, “It’s also about how you lied to Mrs. Hobart.” Mrs. Hobart is Mallory’s Chemistry teacher. But Mallory doesn’t quite understand what Mrs. Garret is telling her. She looks back at the detention room monitor puzzled. “You told Mrs. Hobart that you needed to go to the girls’ room,” Mrs. Garret then tells the senior beauty, “You said you had an emergency and couldn’t wait.” “From what I understand you outright begged for a girls’ room pass,” Mrs. Garret continues, “You made it sound like if she didn’t let you go, you were going to have an accident right there in the Chem Lab.” “But I guess it was a text message emergency you had,” she tells Mallory sarcastically. Mallory does kind of feel about hearing it put like that, but obviously the pretty and fashion-obsessed senior wasn’t thinking about that at the time. Mallory had always liked Mrs. Hobart as a teacher -- I mean, she did think she was a little too strict sometimes and Mallory most certainly hated Chemistry with a passion -- but Mrs. Hobart was always pleasant and never lost her temper even when students didn’t do their homework or weren’t paying attention in class. But for Mallory, text messaging about the rumored sale at the mall this coming weekend was -- quite characteristically -- a far more important subject than Chemistry.
But Mallory does point out that she really did have to go and that she really did pee in the girls’ room in addition to her text messaging. “You had an EMERGENCY to pee?” Mrs. Garrett questions her skeptically, “You had to pee so bad that you really couldn’t wait until class was over?” Reluctantly, Mallory admits that it was no real emergency and that she could have indeed easily waited to pee until later. Mrs. Garret then nods her head at Mallory. “I didn’t think so,” she tells her in a bit of a condescending tone.
As Mrs. Garret continues to lecture her, though, Mallory becomes increasingly focused on her urgent need to pee and her increasing need to go the other way as well. Whereas, it wasn’t all that urgent when she went during Chemistry class before, it most certainly is urgent now. And her need to poop, while not yet what you’d call urgent, feels like it will soon get that way. Suffice to say that Mallory was not one who was at all comfortable with pooping at school. In fact, she had not actually done it at school since doing it twice her freshman year. And the pretty brunette is quite surprised at feeling the urge to go now here at school. Over the years, it’s typically been a regular habit of hers to poop when she gets home from school. But she suddenly realizes that at this late hour -- now 2 hours after school -- she’s typically already home and has subsequently pooped there. And the more she thinks about it, the more she remembers that the 2 times she did poop at school her freshman year, were also days when she had to stay for long detentions.
In the meantime, Mrs. Garret lectures Mallory about how unfair it is to teachers when students lie to them about needing to go to the bathroom. “You know -- you girls always want us to believe you when you say you have to go,” Mrs. Garret explains, “You get upset when teachers question you and don’t let you have a girls’ room pass when you ask for one.” “But we only question it and deny passes because we know that you girls lie about needing to go sometimes,” the detention monitor continues, “We know that sometimes you girls just want to get out of class for a few minutes.” “We want to believe you when you girls say you have to go -- we obviously don’t want you have an accident in class,” Mrs. Garret lectures, “But how are we supposed to know whether you’re telling the truth or not? -- How are we supposed to know if you’re only asking for a pass so you can go to the girls’ room to text message your friends?” “When you do stuff like that you ruin it for girls who really do need to go,” she adds, “And obviously you ruin it for yourself, too.” Mallory does see her point but obviously she wasn’t thinking about that at the time. The only thing that the pretty “fashionista” was thinking about at the time was clothes shopping at the mall.
“So may I assume you now understand why what you did was wrong?” she then asks Mallory, “May I assume you’re sorry for what you did?” Mallory answers “yes” on both counts. She then asks Mallory how many sentences she’s managed to write so far. Mallory answers “232.” “And may I assume that you’ve learned your lesson, young lady?” she asks Mallory, “And may I assume that you promise never to text in the girls’ room again?” Mallory assures her that after writing that sentence 232 times, she had indeed learned her lesson and that she will never do it again. With that, Mrs. Garret tells Mallory that she can just hand in her punishment as is and that she doesn’t have to finish it. “But do it again, young lady, and you’ll get your punishment right back,” Mrs. Garret sternly warns her, “And this time YOU WILL have to finish it.” Mallory assures her that there won’t be a “next time” as she hands in her punishment and is promptly dismissed from detention.
Mallory then heads to the girls’ room before heading home. Mallory -- being the prissy sort that she is -- is typically quite picky about what particular stall to use. But at this late hour she’s pleasantly surprised that all the stalls are immaculately clean -- the girls’ room, obviously, having just been cleaned for the night. It’s so clean, in fact, that Mallory doesn’t even put toilet paper down on the seat before she sits down. She can’t even recall ever sitting down unprotected on a toilet seat in a school bathroom before. Mallory then sits and pees -- the pee gushing out of her. She’s always found it peculiar that when she pees, the pee just gushes out of her quickly and forcefully. It never takes her very long to pee, unlike some other girls she knows who pee a long steady stream. She’s even noticed, while sitting in adjoining stalls next to her mom, that her mom always pees a slow, steady stream that takes forever to finish while her own just gushes out and is over and done with in practically no time flat. She, of course, then grabs some toilet paper and dries herself.
But Mallory, of course, also has a bowel movement to do. Normally, this would be something to wait on and do when she gets home. But she does have to go kind of bad by now. She notes how untypically clean the girls’ room is now and how, at this late hour, no one else is around. Relaxing and giving it a little push, Mallory decides to just do that here as well -- easily pushing out two medium sized solid pieces, followed by a small mass of softer, partially formed stuff. Folding herself a wad a toilet paper, Mallory reaches back and proceeds to wipe herself. The toilet paper rips as she tries to slide it through her butt. It’s then that she remembers yet another reason why she absolutely hates pooping at school -- specifically, that the toilet paper here sucks. I mean, it doesn’t really matter if a girl is only drying herself off after peeing, but for having to really clean herself after doing the other, the toilet paper here really does suck. For her next wipe -- and the 2 wipes after that -- she makes the wads extra thick so as to avoid that. After 4 wipes she has herself clean. Pulling up her panties and jeans and then stepping away from the toilet, the toilet then flushes automatically. She washes her hands meticulously -- especially after having gotten poop on one hand after the toilet paper ripped in her butt -- and then heads out the door.
At home, her mom is waiting and she’s not happy. “Texting in the girls’ room?” her mom yells at her just as soon as Mallory gets in the door, “You were texting in the girls’ room?” Mallory confirms that she was. And mom isn’t too happy, either, when she finds out what Mallory was texting about. “I might have known,” her mom tells her derisively, shaking her head. Mallory’s obsession with clothes and fashion is something she and her mom have been arguing about for years. Mallory doesn’t actually get grounded for this, but -- no doubt in consideration of the nature of the offense -- she does get restricted from going to the mall for the next two weeks. For Mallory that’s about as bad as getting grounded.
As Mallory heads to school the next day -- Wednesday -- she tries to look on the bright side. Yesterday’s detention and writing punishment sure sucked but she has to consider herself lucky not actually having to write that stupid sentence 1,000 times. But her hand still hurt from writing it even 232 times and being banned from the mall for two weeks was like the death penalty for Mallory. And Wednesday was undoubtedly her least favorite day of the school week. That was the day she had a double period of Chemistry class and she always dreaded that.
Mallory’s day, at first, goes pretty much as expected. She dashes into the girls’ room after 3rd period for a quick pee between classes. That’s something that Mallory typically doesn’t do until lunchtime but for whatever reason -- maybe the second large glass or orange juice she drank this morning -- it’s something she had to do a bit earlier today. At lunch -- 5th period -- Mallory sits and dishes with her friends as usual. Today, she is the star of the conversation as everyone wants to find out about what happened yesterday with her getting caught texting in the girls’ room. Again, it’s not something she really wants to talk about but Mallory certainly does delight in being the center of attention amongst her friends. She gets so absorbed in the conversation, in fact, that the bell rings before Mallory has to a chance to do her usual lunchtime pee. It’s not really an emergency situation -- she had gone between 3rd and 4th periods earlier -- but as she heads to English class 6th period, she can feel that she definitely did have to go again.
Mallory hates English class probably worse than any of her other classes and that is saying something. Her English teacher -- Mr. Casey -- is her least favorite teacher. She finds Mr. Casey mean and nasty -- especially to underachieving, unmotivated students like herself. As Mallory’s need to pee steadily increases through 6th period, she contemplates asking for a pass to the girls’ room. But as Mr. Casey typically makes such a big deal about his students asking to go to the bathroom -- and often outright denies them such permission -- Mallory decides to wait. Mallory decides to wait until her next class -- her double period of Chemistry which ends her Wednesdays -- to go to the girls’ room. Again, she’s not particularly fond of Chemistry class but Mrs. Hobart is a much nicer teacher when it comes to students needing a bathroom pass.
By the time she does get to Chemistry class, Mallory is all but bursting. But when she raises her hand and asks to go -- “Mrs. Hobart, can I please go to the girls’ room?” Mallory asks -- Mrs. Hobart simply turns and looks at the pretty senior brunette puzzled. Mallory then repeats the request -- “Can I please go to the girls’ room,?” she asks. But Mrs. Hobart not only denies the request, she’s close to outraged that Mallory would even ask her. “Really?!” she says to Mallory, “After what happened yesterday, you actually have the nerve to ask me for a girls’ room pass again today?” Mallory then looks at her stunned -- not really sure what to say next. “I mean, you lied to me and begged me for a girls’ room pass so you could go and text,” she reminds the girl, “And then you come back here to today and ask to go to the girls’ room AGAIN.” “No way!” she tells Mallory, shaking her head.
Mallory, in turn, apologizes for what happened yesterday but insists that she really does have to go today. “Please Ma’am! -- I have to go!” she begs her teacher, “I really, really have to go.” “Well then, you really, really have to hold it in,” Mrs. Hobart responds, an obvious tone of sarcasm in her voice. Mallory starts to argue some more, but Mrs. Hobart simply puts up her hand to stop any further argument. “I’m sorry but I’m not falling for your histrionics again,” she says, “You blew it big time yesterday, Mallory and there are consequences for that.” “But I really have to go this time -- I really do,” the senior beauty insists, “And I was already punished for what I did yesterday.” “It’s not about punishment,” Mrs. Hobart then explains to Mallory, “It’s about lying and abusing privileges and playing me for a sucker.” “Fool me once, shame on you -- Fool me twice, then shame on me!” the articulate Chemistry teacher adds. Mallory isn‘t even sure what all that means but she isn‘t concerned about that. All she cares about now is getting to a toilet and she starts to plead with Mrs. Hobart some more. But Mrs. Hobart is simply having none of it. “That’s it, young lady!” she tells Mallory, uncharacteristically raising her voice in anger, “You’re not going to the girls’ room and that’s final.” Her raising her voice like that gets the attention of the whole class.
Desperate as she is, Mallory has no choice but just to hold it. And as she reluctantly goes about her business during this lab period, she tries her best to do just that. As she goes about her work, she’s twisting and contorting her legs, pushing herself hard into the seat of her chair and even periodically holding her crotch -- anything to keep in control of her bursting bladder. Her lab partner suggests that she simply go to the girls’ room anyway -- even without permission. But Mallory knows that that that’ll only get her into more trouble and after yesterday, she really doesn’t need that. She watches while 2 other girls -- a pretty, blonde-haired glamour-girl type named Blair and a tough-acting but still quite good-looking brunette going by the name Jo -- ask for and get permission from Mrs. Hobart to go to the girls’ room. All the while Mallory sits there, desperate beyond desperate to go herself.
Mallory desperately tries to hold on -- hoping against hope that Mrs. Hobart will finally let her go during the break time she usually allows during the passing time between the two class periods. But when break time does arrive and Mallory looks to her with eyes practically crying, begging to go, Mrs. Hobart simply shakes her head “no.” She lets the others go but insists Mallory stay behind in her seat. “Going at break time is still a privilege,” she tells the poor girl, “And girls who abuse privileges don’t get to have privileges anymore.” She watches as a very bright and very pretty girl named Laura asks Mrs. Hobart if she can take a little extra time in the girls’ room at break. The implication, of course, is that Laura is planning to take advantage of the break time to do more than just pee. Mrs. Hobart grants her that permission Mallory starts to cry -- she knows she’s not going to be able to hold it in another 46 minutes until class is over. She thinks about just bolting for the girls’ room like her lab partner suggested earlier. She wonders if she’ll perhaps get in less trouble for doing that now because it is the passing time between classes. Still, she concludes that she’ll get in serious trouble for doing that and she doesn’t want to risk it.
When class resumes after the break, Mallory suddenly finds that her will to hold it in is lost. The floodgates suddenly open and, like an explosion, Mallory’s jeans are suddenly soaked with a voluminous outpouring of pee. It’s only like a 15 or 20 second burst before Mallory regains control, but it’s sure a lot of pee and the damage is done. It’s like one minute she’s dry and has a bladder on the verge of bursting and then a short time later her pants are soaked and her bladder isn’t quite as full. She sits there crying as she feels the wetness spreading in her jeans as they start to soak up more and more of her pee. It’s not like she’s actually peeing anymore right now -- she’s actually managed to get back in control -- but it’s just the huge rush of pee that she’s already done is being absorbed and is spreading in her jeans. It’s about now that she notices as well that the pee is dripping from her chair onto the floor.
In short course, her classmates notice the spectacle. They start to point at the puddle on the floor and they can see the obvious wetness in the crotch of Mallory’s jeans. Some start to laugh. And poor Mallory can only sit there crying her eyes out in humiliation -- a young woman of 18 and a senior in high school who has just wet her pants in Chemistry class. Mrs. Hobart also looks on, quite surprised. Obviously, she did want Mallory to suffer but apparently she never wanted it to actually get this far. She apparently thought that Mallory would be able to hold it. Obviously, she was wrong. Getting Mallory’s attention and giving her a sympathetic look, she motions with a nod of her head, that Mallory may be excused. The poor girl then runs from the classroom -- her wet jeans now obviously on display to the whole class as she leaves.
She decides to go to the nurse rather than the girls’ room. The nurse does have a bathroom there, too, and Mallory figures it would be a good place to hide from the other kids. She decides to run there in the hopes that she won’t encounter anyone in the hallway and no one will see her wet pants. It’s a dubious decision in that a whole class of about 25 kids have already seen them, and they’ll no doubt be spreading the news all around school in short order. And running only causes her to lose control of her bladder some more and Mallory finds herself actively peeing her pants again as she bolts through the door into the nurse’s office. Arriving there, she quickly points in the direction of the nurse’s bathroom and the nurse, nodding her head, gives Mallory permission to use it. Inside, Mallory quickly rips down her jeans but has trouble with her panties. She then just plops her butt down on the toilet seat and sits there on the toilet just peeing through her panties. Eventually, the flow stops and Mallory just there crying some more.
The nurse is, of course, sympathetic. She’s an older lady and though high school girls certainly don’t often wet their pants, it’s not like she hasn’t seen this before. She doesn’t even bother asking Mallory what happens. That doesn’t really matter. She just makes sure that she’s alright and she asks Mallory if she wants her to call her mom or someone to bring her dry clothes. The nurse then, with Mallory’s consent, calls home to explain to her mom what happened. At first, Elyse -- that is, Mallory’s mom -- isn’t at all surprised to be getting a call from Mallory’s school. Mallory is not exactly a good student and her parents have long gotten used to getting calls about all kinds of problems with Mallory at school. In fact, Elyse had gotten a call just yesterday about the incident with Mallory texting in the girls’ room. But Elyse is certainly shocked -- to say the least -- when she hears the reason for this particular call. Of all the times she’d been called to school over things that Mallory had done, never before -- not even in kindergarten -- has she gotten a call about her daughter wetting her pants in school.
In due course, Mallory’s mom arrives in the nurse’s office with new jeans and panties for Mallory -- as well as a plastic bag to carry the wet ones home in. By this time, school is just letting out for the day and Mallory has managed to dry herself off somewhat using both toilet paper and the paper towels that were in the bathroom. To say the least, Elyse is not pleased to be called to school yet another time for an incident with Mallory.
“Well, this is certainly a new one,” she tells her daughter sarcastically, “Just when I thought I’d already been called to school for everything you could possibly have done, you find something else to get in trouble for.” Mallory tries to explain what happened -- most specifically that it wasn’t her fault -- but Elyse is hearing none of it. She blames her daughter for not getting to the girls’ room earlier -- that is, for letting it get to the point where she could get so desperate to go -- and, of course, for abusing a girls’ room pass a day earlier to text in the girls’ room. “Obviously, none of this would have happened had you not gone to the girls’ room yesterday to send a text message,.” she angrily lectures her daughter, “So don’t go trying to blame this on Mrs. Hobart or anyone else.” “It’s about time you started taking responsibility for your own actions, Mallory,” she lectures some more, “You have no one else to blame for this but yourself.” “And obviously, I don’t expect to be called to school again because my 18 year old daughter went to the bathroom in her pants,” Elyse adds.
She then leaves Mallory alone in the bathroom there to change her clothes. Mallory does so, drying her eyes and composing herself a bit in the process. In some measure, she knows she’s going to get mercilessly teased about this in school tomorrow. But she tries not to think about that now. She just wants to get out of here and just get home and try to forget this.
As the two women head for home -- Mallory, of course, clutching a plastic bag that contains her wet clothes -- her mom spots a girls’ room. “Hold on, I’ve got to make a pit stop,” she tells Mallory as she steps inside. Mallory looks at her mom surprised -- she can’t believe that her mom is really going to use the bathroom here. I mean, they’re going to be home in like 15 minutes so why wouldn’t her mom just wait and go at home instead. Mallory sees that the bathroom has not yet been cleaned after a full school day of use by her fellow students and she thinks it’s filthy. “Mom? -- Why would you want to go here?” she asks her as she follows her mom inside.
“Well, maybe it’s because I don’t want to go in my pants,” Elyse tells her daughter condescendingly. “You know I’m kind of funny like that,” she says as she heads into the first stall she sees -- giving Mallory a look in the process. Mallory is left standing against the wall waiting while her mom goes about her business -- peeing, as she typically does, a long, steady stream that seems to take forever. Mallory is left standing there wondering why in the world her mother would chose to pee here when she could have easily just waited until they got home. But Mallory is in for an even bigger surprise when her mom’s seemingly endless pee stream actually does end. When she doesn’t hear her mom getting up from the toilet, Mallory comes to sudden realization that her mom’s “pit stop” was not only for the purpose of peeing.
“MOM!” Mallory exclaims, “We’re going to be home in like 15 minutes -- Why would you want to do THAT here?” “I mean peeing is one thing, Mom!” Mallory tells her, more than a little stunned, “That’s bad enough.” “But going the other way is something else entirely,” she tells her mom, “How can you do THAT! here, too?” “Well, because I didn’t want to do THAT! in my pants, either,” her mom reiterates. “And THAT! is one of the things you can do here,” she answers her daughter -- mocking a bit Mallory’s exaggerated expression of disgust, “In fact, doing THAT! is actually one of the things toilets are designed for.” Mom finishes up her business in the stall and goes over to the sinks to wash her hands.
“You know, I really don’t understand what your issue is with school bathrooms, Mallory,” she tells her daughter, “I just don’t get why you’re always holding it in at school and running to the bathroom to poop when you get home.” “Umm…because pooping at school is disgusting,” Mallory tells her. “I mean, peeing at school is disgusting enough but I can’t avoid doing that everyday,” she explains to her mom, as Elyse is now washing and drying her hands, “But I just don’t get why anyone would rather poop here than at home.” The comment has her mom shaking her head. “It’s not that I don’t actually PREFER to poop at home, Mallory,” she says to her daughter, “I just don’t see what the big deal is about pooping away from home when you need to.”
The two women continue the conversation as they leave the bathroom. “A toilet is a toilet,” she argues, “I just don’t understand why you’d hold it in and make yourself uncomfortable when you can just go to the ladies’ room and do what you need to do.” “Umm…Because it’s disgusting,” Mallory reiterates, “Doing that in public bathrooms -- especially the ones at school -- is just totally disgusting.” Again her mom is left shaking her head. “Trust me, your school bathrooms are far from disgusting,” she argues with Mallory, “Trust me, I’ve had to go in plenty of places a lot worse than that.” “You’ve got privacy in the stalls and everything,” mom continues, “I mean, I’m not saying it’s as nice as going in your own bathroom at home, but the bathrooms you have at school are not really bad at all.”
Now in the car and heading home, the conversation continues. She tells Mallory that when she was in high school, the bathroom stalls didn’t even have doors on them, but she still used them all the time -- even to poop. “I mean, how would you have liked that? -- the stalls were all open in front,” she tells her daughter, “How would you have liked having to go all out in the open like that?” Mallory is simply horrified at the prospect of that. She had never heard of such a thing before. Mallory starts to say that she would rather go in her pants instead, but given the events of the day, she decides it’s best not to say that.
Once home, mom starts to soften a bit about how she feels about what Mallory did. She still feels that Mallory was complicit in what happened today -- especially about lying to her teacher yesterday about needing to go and then using the occasion to text in the girls’ room. She doesn’t really blame Mrs. Hobart, either, but she also thinks that she should have let Mallory go to the girls’ room when she really did need to go. She decides not to punish Mallory further for wetting her pants in school. But she still does make her rinse out her peed-in clothes and Mallory is still banned from the mall for the next two weeks.
And Mallory can’t help but think about what her mother told her about the doorless stalls in the bathrooms when she went to high school. Mallory is still horrified at the thought of having to go to the bathroom -- even just to pee -- like that. She wonders just how her mom was able to deal with that when she was in high school. She flat-out asks her mom if she ever had an accident in school -- especially with having to poop in those doorless stalls. To that, Elyse just smiles. “Well, let’s just say that’ll have to be a story for another day,” she says. |
(Request from @Pachishock from awhile back, finally got around to these)
(Also i doubt I need to clarify, but the two characters, and all characters I write for that matter, are adults no matter what Pokémon they take form of. Just a note.)
(And on that note, be aware that the themes in this writing have sexual connotations if you will. There won't be any explicit sexual actions until Part 2, but their are implications of arousal and stuff like that. Just a fair warning if that's not your cup of tea!)
On a quiet morning in a small apartment near the beachside, Pichu was flipping through her science book, studying for her upcoming college exams. She'd been studying since early morning, having downed at least 4 whole cups of coffee since then. She started her studying around 4 am that morning, and by the time she looked at the clock, it was already nearly noon.
"Oh my, I didn't notice how long I'd studied..."
She fixed her glasses and turned to her empty cup of coffee on the table next to her book, and it hit her just how much coffee she'd been drinking, and how long it'd been since she last used the restroom. She hadn't peed since list night!
Upon this realization, she crossed her tiny legs in her chair. Now having snapped out of her study mode, she realized just how bad her need to tinkle was. She carefully excited her chair, feeling her full bladder protest as she hit the floor, and slowly waddled over to the bathroom nearby. But just as she went to turn the knob...
"Make waaaaaaay!!"
Pichu's girlfriend, Pachirisu, bursted through the apartment door. She was sweating bullets, her tiny legs squeezed together and her paws jammed straight into her crotch. She ran down the hall towards the same bathroom Pichu was walking towards, stopping once she saw her girlfriend in front.
"Oohhh Pichu! Can i please please please go first? My bladder is about to burst!" She squeezed her legs tighter and stared at her girlfriend with a desperate experssion.
"A-ah, b-but I've been holding it quite awhile, you know..." Pichu subconsciously let a paw go to her own crotch, but only subtly as it embarrassed her quite a bit.
"You barely look like you need it! Come ooonnn I'm about to explode!" Pachirisu whined.
"T-that's only because I'm more... modest than you are..." Pichu couldn't help staring at her girlfriend clutching herself in such a position, it was... attractive, very attractive.
"Pleeeeease I'll be quick!!" Pachirisu begged.
"Mmm... f-fine." Pichu backed away from the door. "B-but be quick..."
Pachirusu rushed into the bathroom, not bothering to closed the door as she quickly sat on the toilet, then giving a relieved sigh as she let out the pent up liquid inside her. Pichu watched her pee with such a pleasured expression, it both aroused her and worsened her need, but she desperately tried to seem composed as she patiently waited. t took far too long for Pachirisu to finish up, leaving Pichu pacing back and forth desperately. But finally, she finish up and got up, going to wash her hands.
Unable to hold it any longer, Pichu rushed into the restroom before Pachirisu had even finish washing her hands. Sit on the toilet and letting out her own, most likely larger buildup of liquid with a massive sigh. Pachirisu looked at her, now flustered herself with her own need gone, she could help seeing how attractive Pichu was in such a state.
After a minute or so, Pichu finally finish up, and only then looked at Pachirisu and noticed her staring intensely.
"O-oh, uh, sorry... I couldn't wait much longer." Her cheeks felt pinker than usual as she looked downward shyly.
"N-no it's okay! Y-you um, looked nice while doing that..."
Pichu's ears perked up. "W-what?"
"A-ah! Nothing! I-I just said you looked sexy! W-wait no-"
Pichu blinked, then chuckled slightly, she always knew Pachirisu wasn't the brightest with her words. She stood up, looking at her girlfriend as she washed her hands.
"You know... if you like how that looks so much, I wouldn't mind getting into a state like that again." Pichu admitted shyly, looking down again. "I-I kinda, like holding it."
Pachirisu blinked herself now. "R-really? Um, m-me too..."
The two were rather shy for a moment now, not sure where to go with this next, until Pachirisu perked up again.
"Hey! What if we did a holding contest?"
"A-a contest? Oh my... I'm sure i'd lose though..."
Pachirisu grabbed her girlfriend's paw with an eager smile. "Come on! It'll be fun!"
Pichu blushed at how close her face was to her lover. "Oh alright... let's do it." She smiled calmly.
The two went to the kitchen together, opening the fridge to see what drinks they had.
Pachirisu pulled out two pitchers of raspberry tea they had stored. Pichu stared at them with nervousness.
"P-pachi... you know tea goes right through me." Pichu said.
"Hehe, i do! It goes through me too!" Pachirisu smirked.
Pichu chuckled and took the pitcher, and the two of them began to chug them quickly. Their bellies got quite full very fast, and they needed to stop to catch their breaths.
"A-are we drinking the entire pitchers?" Pichu asked panting heavily.
"Hell yeah! Let's go all out"
The two went back to drinking, gulping the tea down until every bit of it was in their stomachs. They set their pitchers down and made their way over the couch.
"Oohh... I'm so full..." Pichu huffed.
"Hehe! Me too!" Pachirisu patted her belly. "And now it's just a wait game..."
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Here's the end of part 1! I plan to make a part 2, but i wanna see if it's something you guys actually want! Just let me know! Also apologies for any grammatical errors, I wrote this in a bit of a rush. |
(Months later, here's part 2! Think of it as a new years gift! Requested by @Pachishock)
(Note incase you forgot, this part *will* contain explicit sexual content, if that ain't your cup of tea don't worry too much!)
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About 30 minutes passed, Pichu already had her legs squeezed together. She never had a strong bladder, probably the weaker of the two of them. She tried to keep her need discreet, but Pachi was sharp and able to tell her girlfriend's need... she new her well, after all.
"You feelin' full yet~?" Pachi leaned against Pichu's shoulder and smiled at her. She herself could feel her need, but nowhere near as much as Pichu could.
"M-maybe..." Pichu couldn't hide her need, she put a paw in her crotch and leaned over a little. "M-my bladder isn't strong..."
Pachi decided to tease her a little, she leaned her whole body closer to Pichu, her paws trailed up her sides and she pressed a finger stub against her filling bladder. Pichu's ears perked up and she whined out at this gesture.
"H-hey!" She squeezed her legs tighter.
"Heeey cutie~" Pachirisu flirted with a smirk, kissing Pichu's cheek as she pressed harder.
"I- M-mmmh!" Pichu couldn't help that she was aroused by this, *really* aroused, being teased by her loving girlfriend made her incredibly flustered...
"You're really cute with a full bladder..." She kissed Pichu's lips, whilst also rubbing her bladder bulge. Pichu whined into her mouth while quivering, she could feel herself getting more full by the second and Pachi's physical teasing only made it worse.
Pachirisu could feel her own bladder getting rather full, but she didn't mind... if anything, she was starting to enjoy the feeling of being full with her lover... She repositioned herself, pushing Pichu down and laying on top of her. Their now large bladder bulges touched, causing the two of them to whine.
"D-doesn't this feel nice?" Pachi smiled at her, rubbed her cheek with one paw and teasing pressing the sides of her tummy with the other. Pichu's face was a blushing mess and she could feel her bladder teetering on the edge...
"P-pachi... I-I can't hold it much longer if you k-keep doing this..."
"But doesn't it feel so good?" She continued to press and rub her partner's belly. "Doesn't it make you wanna just let it allll out~?"
Pichu couldn't give an answer, only whining in response to the poking and prodding... she felt ready to explode any second if Pachi kept up.
"Oh pichu..." Pachi's paw lowered from her stomach down to her thighs. "You're so gorgeous when you're desperate... you've gotta b-be so full by now,,," Talking about Pichu's desperation added to her own, which in turn made her even more aroused.
"Don't you just wanna..." Pachi went to Pichu's pussy, starting to rub it. "Let it go?"
Pichu moaned at the sudden feeling of stimulation that went through her, combined with her arousal from her full bladder, it felt amazing. "P-pachi I-!"
Pachi smiled and took two fingers, pushing them into Pichu and spreading her quivering pussy lips apart carefully, wide enough to make sure Pichu could really feel it... "There's no need to hold it back, go on... pee on the couch~"
Pichu gasped out as she felt her pussy opened, unable to keep her flow back any longer as her warm piss gushed out of her onto the couch. She moaned out as her bladder's contants were emptied out of her so forcefully... she felt incredible.
Pachi loved hearing her lover moan in pleasure while she released, and she wanted to join in. She took a deep breath and emptied her own bladder, now both her and Pichu were completing wetting the couch, both moaning in the pleasure...
It was only a minute later that both of their streams had fully died down, Pachi rested her head onto Pichu's neck with a smile.
"S-see... wasn't that nice?"
Pichu was incredibly flustered. "I-it was..."
Pachi kissed her cheek again. "Now that thats done..." She kept rubbing Pichu's pussy. "Maybe I'll get something else out of you~"
Pichu moaned again. "A-aah... a-are you sure we should do that here?"
"I see no need to move, its nice a warm here after all~" Pachi put two paw stubs into Pichu's pussy, rubbing inside. "Plus, i don't think i could wait long enough before getting to hear you moan..."
Pichu whined loudly as Pachirisu started to finger her, her body shivered with pleasure. "O-oh Pachi..." She couldn't stop from moaning, she'd started realizing just how much she'd been needing this.
"Hmm..." Pachi pulled her fingers away. "I've got a better idea~"
The electric mouse adjusted herself by sliding down off of Pichu, her head now between Pichu's legs. "Gonna get a good taste of you~" With that, she began eagerly licking at Pichu's pussy.
"O-ooh! Mmmh!" Pichu covered her mouth to muffle the large number of moans coming from her mouth. "P-please d-don't stop..."
Pachi continued, pushing her tongue in deeper with each lick, Pichu's whole body was shaking with pleasure, she could already feel herself approaching a climax.
"P-pachi I-! O-oh my g-gosh- A-aaahh!" Pichu moaned out loudly. "I-I'm gonna-!"
She whined out as she couldn't handle the pleasure anymore, climaxing and cumming in Pachi's mouth, who eagerly licked up every bit of it.
"Mmmmm~" Pachi raised her head from between Pichu's legs. "Did that feel good?"
"M-mmhm..." Pichu was trying to catch her breath.
"Good! Now..." She raised herself back up, getting back on top of Pichu with her legs spread out and raised above her slightly. "Now its my turn for some pleasure... hope you don't mind another round~"
Pachirisu lowered herself, causing the two's pussies to touch, and began to rock her hips back and fourth.
"Mmmmhh~" Pachirisu moaned with a pleasing smile, while Pichu whined out even more than before, her pussy was now incredibly sensitive...
The two rubbed against each other and moaned loudly in sync, with Pichu's being even louder. The two's moans turned into panting as they got close, and soon reached their climax. They both whined loudly as they came, with Pachi kissing Pichu on the lips when she did.
The two slowly calmed down, and Pachi rested on Pichu's head.
"T-that was so nice..." Pachi smiled.
"M-mmhm..." Pichu was exhausted, she felt lovely now.
Slowly, the two of them fell asleep, holding each other closes and they laid on top of each other...
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There's part 2! Hopefully it wasn't too short. I hope you guys enjoy and I hope to actually make more content here this year! |
Khorijin Dodai stared nervously up the duel spires and slung seat. It towered over what looked like 200 metres, and looked like it was made of nothing more than scaffolding and rope. This was the latest attraction in the amusement park she and her family were visiting for the day, the tallest drop-ride in Asia, a bungee-slung seat that would be raised in the air and dropped to safely yet intensely bounce up and down. Khorijin was an 18 year old Mongolian girl in a light summer dress for the hot weather, celebrating her secondary school graduation with her parents and cousins at the amusement park. Two years ago she would have been thrilled to try such an extreme ride, having quite a love for intense coasters as a teenager, but now she had second thoughts looking at the new ride.
"I thought you loved these rides!" cheered her mother, her father and two older siblings giving her encouragement next to her.
"I don't know," Khorijin replied, "It just looks so....*gulp* high."
"Says the girl who wanted to go sky-diving when she was 15!" replied her father.
"That was just something I said, I didn't actually mean it!" Khorijin protested.
However, the cheering of her family encouraged her to hop in line, as she scanned her park ticket and looked back at her family to cheerfully wave. The line was quite long, full of tourists from China, America, and Russia, many who were probably vloggers who wanted to milk as many views as they could while the ride was still new. Khorijin waited patiently, scouring her phone for memes. However, the line progressed at a crawl, only taking four passengers at a time, with some sixty people in line.
An hour passed and Khorijin was about three quarters the way there, and it was at this point she started to feel a pressure in her abdomen. I should probably use the toilet after this, she thought to herself, expecting to either wait fifteen minutes, or just give up on the line. Fortunately, a group of teenagers chickened out of the ride and left the line, leaving Khorijin and three others, two male and one female vloggers, to board the ride. The safety personnel fastened the restraints, and waited for a thumbs up to launch the ride. Khorijin's legs squeezed and crossed slightly, but she thought nothing of it since she figured it would only take at most five minutes to finish the ride and get to a toilet.
The bungee chords were lifted, and the car was hoisted slowly into the air. Khorijin's legs dangled down, as she chuckled in gratitude that her restraint crossed between her legs, blocking the view up her skirt from the passers by below. Her gut began to churn and wrench as the anticipation of high adrenalin motion grew. She was both terrified and excited, while she could hear the other passengers make constant noise at their mounted go-pros. She could only understand the Australian vlogger since she learned English instead of Russian as a child, but she rolled her eyes. These people are trying to get millions of views on Youtube while I just want to enjoy the ride! she smugly thought to herself.
After a few minutes the ride reached the top. Khorijin looked down and gulped. Her legs squeezed tight as the fear of the height caused her to almost pee a little. By now all her excitement was gone, she was just terrified. T-this is too high! she thought, I want to go down now! The ride remained ominously suspended for several seconds until-....
.... nothing happened. She was supposed to free-fall into a gradual bounce, but the ride stayed suspended. She looked around and saw sparks shooting out of the tower mechanism. She squeezed herself tight, THE RIDE IS B-BROKEN! she thought in terror. She couldn't hear the intercom from that height, but she could see the entire line below disperse as park staff started shunting people away. Though terrified, the vloggers had a gala of a time filming their predicament. Khorijin took deep breaths, reminding herself about how unlikely it was to be killed on an amusement park ride. Her need to pee was starting to grow, as the seconds became minutes just staying suspended hundreds of feet above the ground with dangling legs.
Almost twenty minutes passed with nothing happening. The vloggers were still screaming at their cameras, but Khorijin remained silent in her own world of fear. Her legs squeezed, twisted, and tied as best they could with the restraints. She was growing desperate enough to need to grab her crotch, but she couldn't reach around the restraints. All she could do was squeeze her thighs and hope they'd apply enough pressure to her bursting bladder. A little squirt squeezed out and left a cold damp dot on her white cotton panties. Her entire body shivered as she remained unsure what was happening with the ride.
It got worse when she noticed flashing lights on the ground. Emergency vehicles had entered the area, and quite many, mostly firefighters. It seemed the park did not have this broken ride under control, and Khorijin got more nervous, spritzing her panties a little. I want to come down, I want to come down! she begged to herself. The vlogger next to her started noticing her desperation, and commented on it. Even though they spoke Chinese, Khorijin could tell they were absolutely referring to her need for a toilet, as the the vlogger imitated and mocked her movements. She then heard in plain English the Australian vlogger catch on and subtly tease her though. Khorijin blushed hard and tried to make her squirming more subtle, but she gave them the benefit of the doubt that the vloggers may have thought Khorijin would share humor in her own desperation. Unfortunately, making her movements more subtle made it harder to hold, and another squirt made it through, causing her to flinch and clench harder, easily noticed by all three Vloggers now.
Just as it seemed it couldn't get worse, she could hear a distant patter grow into a roar. A news chopper had made its way close to the ride, with a film crew on board filming the predicament. Khorijin correctly assumed they were getting footage of the latest amusement park disaster to hit breaking news, but her entire body shot red in embarrassment as her desperation was being filmed on live TV. Though it was certainly not the intended focus of the news chopper flying in, they did seem to take suspiciously longer sweeps around her than around the vloggers. Khorijin sniffed, Just leave me alone please, I want to come down! as the Vloggers continued to have a wild time. Her legs twisted like tangled earphones, but without her hands to help, and her restraints keeping her legs slightly separated, she continued to squirt little spurts of pee until a ping-pong ball sized wet spot formed around her crotch.
Soon, Khorijin's heart skipped. SNAP! Her restraint suddenly got looser. She looked down and saw the buckle between her legs had snapped off, leaving a gap she could slip slowly through. "HELP!" she screamed. Her legs instinctively bunched together to both maintain balance and hold in the shot of pee that nearly spurted out in fear. The Chinese vlogger next to her dropped her go-pro to immediately try to grab her, but her restraints made it impossible for her to reach her. Now it seemed like the Vloggers gave a damn about the situation, but it was too ate, Khorijin was afraid for her life! The helicopter could not close in to attempt rescue her out of fear that the bungee would destroy the rotor. Khorijin slowly slipped out of her seat, her dress clinging to the leather. I'M SLIPPING, AND OUT OF MY DRESS! she screamed to herself, praying she would be safe. She continued to slip until her shoulders got caught on the side strap. She was securely held in place, the straps she got caught on were specifically designed as a failsafe. As uncomfortable as she was in a free-hanging by her shoulders, she was safe now. Unfortunately, her dress had rode up as she slipped down, and now the bottom of her dress was only down to her belly, her entire bottom half of her body hanging bare in nothing but panties. She kicked and twisted, simultaneously trying to hold her pee and shake her skirt back down, but it was no use. Her panties were on mass media now.
Khorijin felt a sudden jerk as the ride started to descend slowly back to Earth. They had managed to fix the ride enough to bring the passengers back down. Despite this, Khorijin was still screaming in terror, dangling half naked and desperate to pee. Too desperate now. She twisted and turned to try and hold a bit longer, but just as the ride got low enough to for people to see close up she lost control, a stream seeping through her panties and falling in a small waterfall from 25 metres in the air. Her bladder emptied as her abdomen was consumed in the satisfying feeling of relieved pressure. But Khorijin's screams turned into a cry as she humiliated herself in front of hundreds of people for a solid 40 seconds. As bad as it was, she knew that NOW nothing could get worse.
SNAP!
Her failsafe strap snapped, and she completely slipped out of her seat...and dress...and fell to the Earth. Thankfully, it was a 5 metre fall, and a little clumsy side-roll saved her from any injury. But as she got up she became fully aware that she was in nothing but a bra and soaked panties in front of a hundred people, many who were vlogging, and a new chopper. Khorijin was frozen in embarrassment, her cheeks blood red. She didn't know how to react. After a few moments of shivering she covered herself with her arms and curled her body, trying to hide as much of her exposed self as possible to no avail. Her parents stormed through the crowd, her siblings going for the dress to put it back on their humiliated sister. The family shunted her out of the crowd, and quickly out of the park, to get back into the car and figure out how to salvage Khorijin's day.
There were no words in the car. Her parents weren't quite sure how to approach the situation, as Khorijin stayed reserved in the back, occasionally plucking at her panties under her dress as they got itchy and rode.
"How about we just stay at home for a few days, just the family, and have good food" her father suggested. Khorijin gave a nod, and slumped farther into her seat as she attempted to process what happened over the last two hours as she continued to blush. She slumped further...and further....now Khorijin was wondering how deep her own car seat was, until she slipped through, erupting out of a laying position. She looked around, and saw her room, and herself sitting in a very soaked bed, her bed shorts soaked through. She let out deep breaths and fell back on the bed, relieved that her entire ordeal was simply a bad dream. |
Jess Simons drove hurriedly down the barren road without much awareness of her surroundings. The young woman had long since become numb to the wasteland that stretched out for miles in any direction with seemingly no end in sight; she’d been driving it for too long now. The muted grey skies, though they didn’t add any interest to her surroundings, heralded the continuation of winter and for weeks now the temperatures had been steadily dropping, leaving the days cold and the nights bitter and biting. Chewing her lip nervously, her eyes darted to her phone as she checked her map for the tenth time in the last few minutes, as if the endless stretch of road before her had changed and she was suddenly lost.
Of course she knew where she was, there was really only one direction to go at the moment. The reason she kept checking her map was to see how far she was from returning to civilization. A chill ran down her arms as a huge wave of pressure from her lower abdomen quaked through her. Jess needed to pee, and very soon. Unfortunately, unless she was willing to squat on the side of the road (which at this point, she still wasn’t), she still had to wait a while longer. It was going to be a bit close, but she was sure she would make it from here. As the road continued on without end, Jess sighed shortly and readjusted in her seat. The pressure in her bladder was only getting worse with each second that sluggishly passed. She silently cursed how she’d ended up in this situation.
See, Jess had recently found herself out of a job. Since college, she hadn’t been able to find a full-time, steady job. She was nearly 26 now and had been working part-time or contract positions for years. Most recently, she had been contracting with a media production company as their social media liaison, but that contract had unfortunately come to an end three weeks ago. She had submitted tons of job applications for months before the end of her last job but none of them had resulted in any offers so far. While she was out of work and waiting for one of her applications to yield a result, she had taken to driving for Uber to make a little extra money so she didn’t have to dip so deep into her nest egg.
Jess was actually a naturally very social person so she quite enjoyed chatting with passengers that she ferried around between nearby towns. Sometimes they weren’t very talkative so she’d put on music of their request, but she had also had some fascinating and fun conversations. She was enjoying that aspect of her work so much that she’d actually taken to driving people longer distances with little hesitation. But today that had landed her an hour away from her home town in the more rural part of the surrounding area. She had driven a sweet old woman named Caroline home from a doctor’s appointment in town, rather surprised that absolutely no one from her family was there to drive her home. It had been a long drive, but she was willing to do it to make the woman’s day just a bit brighter, and the conversation had been delightful as well.
Unfortunately for Jess, she had picked up Caroline right after she’d finished lunch with her best friend Amy. While she had used the bathroom at the restaurant before she’d left, all the tea and water she’d had at lunch hadn’t managed to work its way through her system at that point and, about halfway to Caroline’s destination, Jess’s bladder had begun to complain from the rather noticeably. Once they had arrived, Jess was really starting to need the restroom quite badly, but felt a bit too awkward to ask she could come in and pee. For how sweet she had been, Caroline probably would have been happy to oblige and let Jess use her bathroom, but she just hadn’t felt comfortable enough to ask. For how social she was, it was sometimes a bit difficult to admit her need to pee to someone much older than her. Perhaps it was their difference in age or experience, or leftover anxiety from her school days as a kid.
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, the young woman took a steadying breath to calm her nerves and her bladder. She’d been in tight spots before, but this was shaping up to be a tough wait. While there wasn’t much between here and home, there was a large Walmart about two-thirds of the way home. Normally she wouldn’t want to use the bathrooms at a place like that. Her experiences with department store bathrooms weren’t good; they were usually unsanitary at best and disgusting at worst. Jess didn’t have much luxury of choice in this particular case though. Which is why when her phone sounded a soft alert, her mind came up with a new plan. Someone had just pinged for a ride to the airport, which was in her home town. She actually had to pass by it to get home anyway, so it made sense to pick this person up and take them on her way home. While it was a little out of her way to pick this customer up, they were closer to her than Walmart was. She could pick them up, explain the situation, and hope that they’d allow her to use their restroom before they set off. It wasn’t a guarantee of getting to pee, but most people she met in her life were kind and she hoped they might take pity on her, even if they wouldn’t normally make an exception.
That did mean Jess would have to admit her desperate need to her customer before they started their drive. Maybe if there was someplace between her current location and her customer’s house, she would just stop and pee then. But she did need the money and didn’t want to risk someone else picking up her customer if she could avoid it. And for now, she could still wait, albeit uncomfortably. If the customer wouldn’t let her pee though, things would get dicey in a hurry. But she wasn’t all that sure she’d actually make it all the way to Walmart anyway as her bladder kept angrily protesting the liquid inside her, so this was a bit safer a bet. Cursing herself for getting into this situation, Jess took the next exit off the small highway and started heading north. She would arrive at her pickup in about ten minutes. Hopefully she’d have peed in fifteen.
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Jess was stunned as she approached her destination. She was currently driving up a large hill towards the house her customer lived in. House wasn’t quite the right word though; it was titanic in size, more like a mansion or a compound. It took up most of the skyline as she approached it, its dazzling decor reflecting the muted light of the sky above. Wondering what kind of rich person she was about to pick up, she followed the winding road up the hill until she arrived at the driveway.
Standing at the end of that driveway was a tall man in a smart black suit, a small suitcase sitting on the ground next to him. His black hair was neatly styled and swept to one side and he kept glancing at his watch. As she got closer, Jess noticed more about his outfit. The purple undershirt he worse was unbuttoned two from the collar, his tie was nonexistent (though more likely than not it was in his luggage) and his shoes sparkled as light glinted off their freshly polished surfaces. He looked important and well put together. Jess took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves again. He was very attractive, and didn’t look to be much older than her. Could she really admit that she needed to pee as badly as she did to this person? Would he look down on her as disgusting or ugly? She shook her head, quelling that little voice of social anxiety. She didn’t have much of a choice but to admit her desperate need at this point. And besides, it may have been a bit conceited, but Jess didn’t expect him to think she was disgusting or ugly.
She was average in her height, about 5’5” with long brown hair that was a bit naturally wavy. Long ago she had taken to consistently going to the gym and had made it a several-times-a-week routine of hers, leaving her body in great physical condition. And she wasn’t dressed like a slob or anything; in fact, she had dressed up a bit for her lunch date with Amy, deciding on a pair or tight black jeans (which she had unbuttoned after dropping off Caroline) and a snug blue sweater to keep her warm. She was fairly pleased with the way she looked and this man probably wouldn’t think of her as ugly. But she did wonder if he’d judge her for asking to use his restroom, given the evident disparity between their social standing…
Glancing at the phone as she slowed the car into a full stop, Jess noticed the customer’s name on the app was John Marshal. She had a feeling that the name Marshal was familiar to her, but couldn’t quite place it. Rolling down the window, she leaned as much as she could without straining her bladder any further (which wasn’t very far) and called out to him. “John Marshal?”
“Yes, that’s me,” he responded in a calm but confident voice. His deeper voice sent shivers down her arms that had nothing to do with her full bladder this time.
“I’m Jess, your Uber driver. I’m here to take you to the airport in town,” she offered, managing as much enthusiasm as she could. John smiled at her.
“Nice to meet you Jess, I’m glad you’re here. My flight was rescheduled to a much earlier time by my company without much warning so I’m pretty under the gun here. I’d like to head out right now, would you prefer my luggage in the back seat with me or in the trunk?”
Jess hesitated for a moment. He was in a hurry. Now she felt too bad to ask if she could use his restroom. But could she really make it all the way to town? She wasn’t even sure she would’ve made it to the Walmart she’d been counting on before, but with a hurried passenger, would she be able to stop again if she really needed to? She had to deal with the situation at hand first though.
“The trunk is fine, here, let me help you with that,” she offered, putting the car in park, popping the trunk, and opening her door, meeting him at the rear of the car. Feeling suddenly inadequate about her modest Honda Accord sitting in front of this enormous mansion, Jess wondered briefly where his own cars were and why he didn’t just drive to the airport himself. Pushing those thoughts away, Jess offered to take her customer’s bag, but John, to his credit, lifted his own luggage instead and placed it in the bed of the trunk, reaching for the lid.
“Oh, let me,” Jess insisted, reaching up and closing the trunk. The motion caused her bladder to spasm lightly though and she winced and twisted on the spot for just a moment. It wasn’t subtle enough, evidently, that John hadn’t noticed.
“Are you okay Jess?”
“Yes, I’m fine!” she offered with a bit too much enthusiasm. He would never believe that. Her bladder pulsed angrily again and Jess decided right then that she just couldn’t wait all that way to the airport. She would have to swallow her pride.
“Actually, no I’m not. I’m sorry if this is awkward, but I need to use the restroom, really badly honestly. I was hoping maybe I could use yours before we left?” Though she usually wasn’t that shy about needing to pee, Jess couldn’t fight down the blush that dusted her cheeks as she admitted her desperate need to the handsome stranger, but did manage to fight the urge to twist around on the spot.
John glanced at his watch nervously. “Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it’s already 4 o’clock and my flight leaves at 5:30. If I’m lucky I’ll get there just in time to rush through security and board, so I really have to leave right now, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you though, I’ll pay you much bigger tip than you’re used to getting if you can get me there on time. It’s very important that I don’t miss this flight.”
Jess looked crestfallen for a moment and she saw the pity in his eyes, but she snapped back into good spirits quickly. “Of course, I understand. It’s not your fault I’m in this situation anyway. I’ll just have to grin and bear it for a bit longer, don’t worry!”
John looked for a moment like he might say something, but seemed to decide against it. Jess hurried back to the driver’s seat, giving herself a quick and subtle squeeze between her legs while she was out of his line of sight before sitting back down and pressing her thighs together tightly. John closed the back seat door and settled in.
As Jess started the car again, John decided to speak up, probably the thought he’d been debating on a few moments ago. “Are you sure you can make it?”
Jess blushed noticeably and was glad he couldn’t see her face from his vantage point. “Absolutely!” she lied convincingly this time. John nodded his acceptance and with that, Jess popped the car into drive and set off, nervously gauging her bladder. She was really full, to a point that if she hadn’t been trapped in a situation like this, everything would’ve taken a backseat to finding a place to relieve herself. As it stood though, John was relying on her to make his flight in time. And she really could use the extra money. Deciding things would be fine, but not truly convinced of that fact, Jess focused on the road ahead of her and began to drive.
***
John had stayed quiet and been typing intently on his phone for the entire drive down the large hill that led to his house which meant Jess had nothing to distract her from her overly full bladder. All she could do was sit silently and squirm while her passenger sent undoubtedly important messages. He seemed like an influential person in whatever world he was a part of that she could only imagine. A particularly wicked emanated from her bladder, almost like an invisible hand had gripped it and squeezed it tightly like a softball, and she pressed her thighs as closely together as she could while still keeping her right foot on the gas pedal. If she made it to a toilet at all, it was going to be with just seconds to spare…
Hearing the unmistakable click of a phone screen being locked, Jess chanced a glance into the rear-view mirror and saw John close his eyes for a moment and rub the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath. He seemed like he was pretty stressed out. So was Jess obviously, but she could still try to keep her passenger in good spirits. It might even be a good distraction for herself as well.
“Rough time with work?” she asked casually. Her charge let out a low chuckle.
“You could say that. I’m a partner at Marshal and Co. across town.”
Jess sputtered for a moment. “Marshal and Co.? That giant mega-corporation that’s responsible for funding most of the town I live in? That Marshal and Co.?” So that was why she had recognized his last name earlier.
John smiled lightly in the mirror. “Yes, that’s the one.”
She was pulled from her conversation by another wave of pressure in her bladder. Her body stiffened and her thighs trembled as she squeezed them even harder together. Her eyes darted to the phone and she was dismayed to see it would still be nearly an hour to the airport. It was so difficult to find any relief without squeezing herself with her hand, but she couldn’t do that in front of her new passenger. It was entirely unprofessional…and she wanted to make a good impression on him anyway. Taking a calming breath, she shook off the urgency she felt for the time being and tried to focus on John Marshal instead.
“Wow that’s incredible. Were you some kind of young prodigy or something? I don’t mean to assume but you look like you’re around the same age as I am so you must have done something right.” A quick laugh sounded from John again, this one a bit louder.
“If being born lucky is something I did right, I guess you could say that. Honestly, my father owns the company. I haven’t done anything in my life to have really earned the position I have. It’s not like I haven’t worked hard for what I have now, but I was just born into a family that was already rich and powerful and that’s been my biggest success in life, really. But you’re right, by the way. I’m 27.”
“Hey the fact that you’ve managed to find this level of security at 27 is amazing to me. I’m almost 26 and driving for Uber because nobody ever wants to hire me full time so I just bounce between contracts and part time gigs.”
Jobs weren’t the only thing that Jess was bouncing at the moment though. Her left leg was jiggling up and down incessantly, trying desperately to keep the fierce pressure in her lower abdomen at bay. It was only somewhat working. Her bladder kept filling up somehow. They had only been driving for 10 minutes and Jess was starting to panic, thinking she’d never make it all the way to a bathroom. But she chewed her lip, squeezed her thighs, and took a calming breath to get her nerves under control again. She just had to hold it. There were no other options right now. She would not pee her pants in front of this man.
“I’m sorry nobody wants to hire you full time. I know I’ve only known you a short few minutes, but you seem like a delight.”
Jess felt her heart leap and smiled involuntarily. “Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say!”
“You’ve certainly made my drive a lot more enjoyable than my usual ones already. The company just stuffs me in limos and I keep myself company from my home to the airport for trips like these. Having a real person to talk to is a big difference, especially since you’re so much fun to talk to.”
A genuine smile stole Jess’s face. “That’s so sweet of you! I’m glad you’re enjoying your time at Jess’s Layman Limo Service. For just $19.99 per month you can join our basic package program and have up to three Layman Limo rides a month at a discounted price!”
John laughed from behind her. “You know I work for Marshal and Co. and you’re only going to charge me $19.99 per month?? How generous of you!”
“Hey, I’m just trying to make ends meet with solid business practices. If you think they’re fair, then maybe other people will too!”
“I’ll be sure to spread the word when you start your own ride share company then! If everyone you hire is as good at this as you are, then you’ll have a very successful business!”
“I’ll definitely keep that advice in mind! So how come you wound up so late to your flight if your company usually takes care of transportation?”
John sighed heavily. “We actually have quite a few executives traveling today and they double booked the limos. That by itself wouldn’t have been a problem, even if it is a bit aggravating. But one of the employees who schedules our flights accidentally canceled mine by mistake.”
“Oh no, that’s not good…”
“No it’s not. Originally my flight was at 8 o’clock tonight, which would have given me plenty of time. But after they accidentally canceled it, the seat filled up immediately. So they had to book me on an earlier flight last minute that I absolutely couldn’t afford to miss, with no plan for how to get me there.”
Jess was becoming more and more frantic about her lack of a plan to get herself to a restroom in time. It had been some time since she’d found herself in such a dire situation. But she’d just have to keep holding it. Luckily her conversation with John was providing a good distraction and keeping her entertained at the same time, so she was happy to continue it.
“What’s taking you out of town? If you don’t mind my asking of course,” Jess was happy to continue the conversation; it kept her mind off of her desperate desire to pee and on her new passenger.
“Not at all! A business partner and myself are negotiating a huge production deal with another company this evening. We mostly have the details ironed out, but there are a few pivotal points we need them to come around on. So we’re going there in person as a show of good faith in hopes that they’ll be more open to our requests.”
“Wow, that sounds like a lot of responsibility.”
“It’s not so bad once you’re used to it, but it did scare the hell out of me the first time I had to do something like that,” John admitted, earning a light chuckle from Jess. Something suddenly occurred to her though.
“Just out of curiosity, why not just drive yourself out to the airport instead of taking an Uber?”
“My car is in for repairs right now, the starter was having problems recently and the other day it just stopped working.”
“You don’t just have a second car you could use?” Jess was grinning widely and hoping he’d realize she was teasing him.
John seemed to understand from her tone and played along immediately. “Just how rich do you think I am??”
“Rich enough.”
“Okay, okay, that’s fair enough.” A grin appeared on his face that Jess spied in the rear view mirror.
In moments, Jess and John were both laughing together. “But actually, no I don’t have a second car. I only need the one, so I don’t want to just buy another for almost no reason. You could make an argument that it would have saved me today, but then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy such wonderful conversation with you!”
The two couldn’t help but smile again, the genuinely fun conversation invigorating both of them. Suddenly though, Jess’s bladder contracted forcefully, causing her to yelp involuntarily and squeeze her legs together as hard as she could. It had caught her completely by surprise, that one. And that moment hadn’t gone unnoticed by her passenger.
“That’s right, before we left you said you really needed the restroom. Are you holding up okay? I’m sorry I rushed you before.” There was sympathy in John’s voice that caused her to blush a bit but thankfully he couldn’t really see her face from the back seat. For how much she usually didn’t care if someone knew she needed to pee, for some reason she felt awkward that John knew she was so uncomfortable. Jess decided she’d try to play it off though before he noticed she was embarrassed.
“I’m doing fine for now. I went to high school and I’ve worked retail before, I know how to hold on for a long time if I have to.” As if testing those words, Jess assessed her bladder.
She was extremely full now. If she’d needed to go this badly in high school and her teacher had told her no, she would have just left the room and peed anyway rather than risk wetting herself. The difference was there was no bathroom to ignore the teacher and run to and her situation was going from desperate to urgent. She was in the middle of absolutely nowhere with no other option than to keep pushing forward. According to her map, there were still 40 minutes until they arrived at the airport. This was going to be so close. John spoke again and interrupted her racing thoughts.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had to work retail, but I do remember high school. There were plenty of days I would really need to go but be told to wait. After I would finish classes like that, I would very nearly sprint to the bathroom. Some days I couldn’t go until lunch and I was about to pop.”
Jess clicked her tongue and offered an exaggerated sigh. “Oh John, you haven’t felt urgency until you’ve been about to pop at lunch but the lines for the restrooms are so long you just don’t get to go. Then your teachers for the rest of the day tell you you’re not allowed to go either and how you should have gone at lunch. There were days I can’t even begin to explain how I didn’t just burst before that last bell rang. But then you have to roll the dice on if there will be a line after school and you’ll have to wait longer. Usually I was close enough to the restrooms at the end of the day that I could quite literally sprint there and make it just in time. But if there had been huge lines after school at that point, I don’t know what I would’ve done!”
Though Jess was a bit embarrassed admitting her need to John before, she was surprisingly comfortable telling stories like this. It was nice to know he could relate to the situation she was in (and it was a bit fun to tease him about the difference in their experiences). It was also helping to distract her from the ever-growing pressure in her bladder.
“Being a woman sounds difficult for a lot of reasons, but the lines for the ladies’ room has always been something I don’t envy.”
Jess scoffed. “Tell me about it. I went to a concert once and held it for the entire show, but afterwards I had to go so bad. But the lines were so long I honestly thought I’d just pee my pants on the spot. But my friend knew of another bathroom on the other side of the venue that most people were too lazy to go to and we hurried over. There was still a line, but it was much shorter. And the women in the line could tell I literally couldn’t hold on any longer and let me cut the line and go first. I got so lucky that night. I was panicking.”
“That does sound terrible. The worst I can think of was during a long flight I fell asleep and when I woke up the seat belt sign was on. I usually really have to go when I first wake up and all the complimentary water I’d had wasn’t doing me any favors either. I went to use the bathroom anyway but the flight attendant told me I had to stay seated and made me sit back down. It was pretty rough waiting that one out, it must have taken about 45 minutes until I could get up and go.”
John spoke so casually about those moments that Jess couldn’t help but a smile a bit. It was nice that he was comfortable talking to her like this too. Of course, perhaps he just didn’t embarrass easily…or maybe he was trying to make her feel better about her current predicament. It was pretty obvious at a glance how badly Jess needed to go. She decided to tell more stories to distract John from watching her and realizing how close to an accident she really was.
“I hate that feeling. I was working at Target once and nobody would come relieve me at the register for hours. I was squirming and dancing around on the spot, customers were asking if I was okay, and I was practically begging my supervisor to send someone to cover me. By the time they finally did, I was just about to flood those tan pants you have to wear. Thank god there was no one in line for the restroom that time.”
“Sounds like you’re no stranger to some close calls. What happened today?”
“I had a lot to drink at lunch with my best friend and then drove a lovely old woman back home, which took me way out of town. But that did put me in the area to pick you up!”
“And I’m incredibly thankful that you did! I might still make my flight on time…”
“I’ll do my best to get you there!”
Jess was more focused on doing her best to hold her achingly full bladder at the moment though. Her legs were shaking and her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her knuckles turning a bit white from the force she was squeezing the leather grip with. Every second meant she was closer to relief, but her body was rapidly reaching its limit. If she had been wearing those tan Target pants today, she really might flood them this time. This was bordering on the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her entire life. No class in high school, no shift in retail, none of them even compared to how close she was to exploding right now. The only time she’d ever needed to go worse was the concert she’d almost burst after. But with a bit more time, this might easily become even more dire…
***
Fifteen minutes later, Jess was starting to really panic. Sweat was starting to bead on her forehead, her breathing was shallow, and her body was very tense. The death grip she held the steering wheel in was immovable, her legs squeezed so tightly together it was as if her thighs were a vice grip. Her left leg bounced without end and her teeth were clenched as her eyes darted between the map, the time estimate, and the road ahead of her. Jess Simons was in an extremely tight spot.
Her conversation with John had hit a natural pause about five minutes ago as he had needed to attend to some business on his phone, but without his sonorous voice to distract her, all she could do was think about how desperately she needed to pee. If she relaxed her body even the tiniest bit, Jess was afraid she’d flood her pants and her seat. Chewing her lip anxiously, she noticed that the Walmart she had originally planned to stop at on the way home was only five minutes away. She might be able to make it there. But she’d have to pull off the highway and stop, risking John missing his important flight. As she weighed her options, a tiny trickle of pee tried to force its way out of the iron hold she had on her bladder. Her eyes widened and she squeaked involuntarily as she shifted desperately and pressed her thighs even more tightly together. It looked like her body was going to make the choice for her.
“Um, John, uh, I really need to stop up ahead. There’s a-a Walmart and I really feel like I might pee my pants if I don’t get to use the restroom fast. I really, really have to stop in five minutes, I’m s-so sorry.” She was stammering and repeating herself from the overwhelming panic and need to pee she was experiencing. Hoping she would just make it through the door to the department store before she soaked herself, Jess tensed every muscle in her body in an effort to hold on. She couldn’t even cross her legs while she was driving, a fact she deeply lamented at the moment. John spoke up, gently but directly.
“Jess, the messages I was just responding to were about the meeting I’m flying out to have. That business partner I mentioned earlier suddenly isn’t able to make it due to a family health emergency, so I’ll be trying to negotiate this deal all on my own. I absolutely cannot miss this flight and I’ll already be cutting it very close as it is. Hold on for just twenty more minutes for me and I promise the second we get to the airport, I’ll show you to the closest restroom. I know the place inside and out. I’ll make sure you get to go, I promise. But I really can’t afford the kind of time that stop will take.”
“John I-I don’t think it’s a…a choice anymore. I’ve got a couple minutes left, maybe, before I just explode. This is an absolute emergency!” Her voice was quick and panicked, higher pitched and louder than usual.
“I know, and I’m so sorry you’re stuck here like this. But Jess I really need you to get me to that flight on time, you’re the only one I can count on now after my own people let me down earlier. Just hold on for me. Just a little while longer. It’s only a few more minutes and I promise I’ll help you find the bathroom just as soon as we’re there.”
“I’ll…I’ll try,” she managed, her upper lip starting to sweat ad she squeezed everything tighter still.
A few moments later the Walmart came into view. It was all Jess could do not to whimper and whine and pull off the barren highway and into the last bastion of civilization for the next several miles. As they passed the exit to the department store, Jess stifled a groan of frustration. There went her last bathroom until the airport. Her last chance to use the toilet and relieve herself of this miserable pressure. But she told John she’d get him to the airport and that’s what she would do. Would she make it in time though…?
***
With about ten minutes left until they arrived at the airport, Jess was in real trouble. Her body was shaking, her exhausted thighs trembled from squeezing together so hard, her muscles worn out from clenching tight with everything she had for nearly an hour now. She had been terribly desperate for so long that she couldn’t remember what it felt like for her bladder to be empty. This was her life now: an impossibly full bladder and nowhere to let it all go. The very attractive young man in her backseat made things worse too, otherwise she’d have long since shoved a hand between her legs and held on for dear life.
“We’re almost there Jess, just a little longer. Just keep holding it, you’re doing great.”
Speak of the devil. John was offering her some words of support and comfort, but all Jess could feel was stress and anxiety and pressure like she’d never felt in her life. This was officially it; Jess Simons had never needed to pee more badly than she did at this exact moment.
“I’m…I-I-I’m not doing g-great,” she stammered, thankful at least that there weren’t other cars around just yet. She could barely pay attention to the road, the intensity of her desperation driving everything else out of focus in her mind’s eye.
“Do anything you need to if it’ll help, you can make it. I’ll show you the restroom the second we stop.”
“I-I don’t think I’ll be able to…to walk,” she gasped between shivers and angry contractions from her bladder. There was sweat noticeably on her forehead now, but she didn’t dare wipe it away for fear that the motion might jostle her bladder to the point of no return.
“Don’t worry about that, for now just hang on a bit longer.”
“I’ve been hanging on! I can’t hang on any longer!” she squealed anxiously.
“Yes you can Jess. You’ve made it this far, you can make it to the bathroom, only five more minutes now. See? There’s the sign for the airport.”
“John, I’m about to piss myself right now! It’s about to come out! I can barely stop it!”
“Use your hand then, don’t stop yourself because I’m here. I won’t look, I promise. Just wait a little longer. You’re so close.”
His sonorous voice coaching Jess to hold it gave her shivers of a different kind again. She almost lost control right there from how turned on that thought made her, but there would time to dwell on that later. Forcing that thought out of her head, Jess threw all deference to the wind and jammed her left hand between her legs, reaching inside her unbuttoned jeans and squeezing tight, holding on with everything she had. The force from her hand stopped the imminent flow of pee from her excruciatingly full bladder, but of course the pressure didn’t abate. It couldn’t. She’d never had a bladder more full in all her life and there was nowhere for it to go…nowhere but out.
“Fuck, John, it’s barely helping! I can’t stop this for much longer!” Her voice was labored and short of breath, her words rushed and strung together.
“Just breathe Jess. You’re almost there. We can see the airport already. Your relief is almost here, I promise.”
“I can’t do it, I can’t do it!”
“Yes you can, just hold it in.”
“I’m going to explode!”
“Hold it in for me Jess.” His voice resonated confidently and made her tremble for a multitude of reasons.
Jess shivered and shook and clenched her teeth fiercely, willing her body to just endure a little more. She hadn’t peed her pants since she was a little kid. She’d had some close calls over the years, but she’d never hit the point of no return. But here she was, bladder so full all her body could do was try to force it to empty in her pants, no toilet in consideration. Her arms and legs were starting to sweat a bit too and her thighs were aching from squeezing so tightly.
Jess was only somewhat aware of the fact that she had turned into the airport entrance, finding a large parking lot with scattered cars here and there. Finally she had made it, but it wasn’t going to last for much longer. A trickle of pee escaped the death hold she had on herself and her eyes widened in shock and horror.
“It’s coming! It’s starting to come out! I can’t hold it anymore, I’m seriously starting to pee myself! This is my limit!”
A fierce spurt shot out of her, soaking into her panties and causing her left hand to become damp. Her face was red from the sheer effort of holding back the impending flood, and she tightened every muscle she had to hold on for just a bit longer, just long enough to stop the car. She’d never make it to the restroom, but maybe she could avoid soaking her seat. John spoke suddenly.
“Just stop the car here and go outside! It’ll be fine, trust me!”
Jess wouldn’t have agreed with something like that at any other point in her life, but she was so beyond frantic and desperate she was already starting to pee her pants. She managed a stifled squeak in response and hastily stopped the car across several parking spots and threw the gear shift into park. Another more powerful spurt blasted into her panties and hand, her jeans getting slightly damp this time.
Without another moment’s hesitation, Jess threw open the driver’s side door and jumped from the car, wrenching her pants and panties down to her knees and squatting down her back to the outside world. Pee exploded from her tortured bladder before she even settled fully into the squat, splashing her shoes a bit as she moved into position. Steaming liquid sprayed powerfully from between her legs and Jess felt dizzy from relief for a moment. She was still breathing hard and extremely tense, but she was finally peeing. She was finally letting it all out.
About halfway through, she realized there was a large shadow falling across her. Opening her eyes and glancing over her shoulder, she noticed that John had opened the rear driver’s side door as well to shield her from the right and now stood behind her, his suit jacket held low in his hands to block her lithe figure from prying eyes, effectively creating a little box for her. Jess actually thought the gesture was quite sweet but immediately lost all semblance of thought as the overwhelming relief sent chills and shivers down her arms and back. Her eyes rolled back and she closed them again, sighing heavily, fully embracing and losing herself to the feeling of incredible relief.
Jess had been peeing for nearly thirty seconds now, a fierce stream the entire time, but it was finally starting to slow. John was in awe of how much the woman had held in for so long, but didn’t turn his head to look at her. He had promised he wouldn’t look earlier and he would honor that promise till this ordeal was finished. Finally, Jess’s stream came to a stop and she sighed heavily again. Her body was trembling with relief and relaxation. It had never felt so good to just pee before. If she hadn’t known any better, she would’ve sworn she’d nearly climaxed just then.
Taking a few moments to catch her breath, Jess finally spoke to John with a much calmer and softer voice than before. “I’m okay now, I’m going to stand up.”
John said nothing but waited until she had pulled her panties and jeans back up before stepping away, putting his jacket back on, and turning to face her. Jess was blushing badly but smiled at him.
“Thank you for covering me like that.”
“It was the least I could do, you got me here in time for my flight and put yourself through such discomfort to do it. To think you were holding all for so long! I guess you really weren’t making it up earlier when you said I didn’t know what urgency really was.”
The two laughed together, Jess feeling relaxed for the first time since she’d met John earlier that day. She should be mortified. Ashamed. Embarrassed to ever show her face to him again. But she didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was just because she’d needed to pee so badly, but the relief and comfort she felt at this moment far outweighed any feeling of embarrassment. And John didn’t seem awkward about it, so why should be either?
“I do have to say, no matter what stories I told earlier, that was the absolute worst I’ve ever needed to pee in my entire life!”
The two laughed again, genuine smiles spreading across their faces. John reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small business card with some handwritten numbers on the back, offering it to Jess.
“What’s this?” she asked curiously.
“The first number is the office line for my personal assistant, Sophia Rian. We actually have a job opening right now in my office, a secretary position. Full time, long term, benefits, good starting salary, opportunities for promotion, the works.” Jess felt her eyes widen at his words. It was the kind of stability she’d only imagined having for years instead of hopping between part time gigs.
“We’re holding interviews right now but in-house recommendation always supersede outside applicants. What’s your full name Jess?”
The young woman had to remind herself to respond. She was overwhelmed by the information he was giving her. This could be a dream job.
“Jessica Simons.”
“Well then, I’m going to give Sophia a call on my way through the airport and tell her your name and that I am personally recommending you for the position.” Jess’s eyes lit up and she smiled widely at the taller man.
“Of course, you’ll still have to do the interview as a formality and to make sure Sophia is involved in the hiring process as well, but if I’m recommending you directly, the job will be yours. If you call her tomorrow she can probably have you in before the end of the week for the interview. I’ll be back in town early Saturday evening and you could start as soon as next Monday if you like.”
John’s warm smile washed over Jess like sunlight on a white beach. She couldn’t find the words to express her gratitude other than offering a simple, stammering, “t-thank you so much!”
He shook his head. “It’s the least I can do for you. You saved my life today Jess and I put you through hell to get here in time. I’d love to have you work with us, you’re incredibly dedicated to your work it seems!”
“I’ll call Sophia tomorrow then, thank you again so much!”
John smiled widely at her and began walking to the trunk and Jess, understanding, opened it quickly, He hoisted his bag from the car and pulled the handle up, straightening his jacket and turn to her once more.
“I have to run to make my flight on time, but thank you so much for getting me here, even at the expense of yourself. I’ll make it up to you.”
“You already have, this job offer is so much more than I could ask for.”
“You don’t have anything else to ask? Aren’t you curious what the second number is?” There was a playful grin on his face as he eyes the card in her hand.
Jess glanced at the card curiously, her eyes falling on a second number scrawled in neat penmanship beneath Sophia’s office line. “Actually yes, what is it?”
John lifted his phone in his hand and grinned at her. “That’s my personal number. I’d very much like to see you again Jess, not for business, but for a date.”
Jess blushed softly but smiled. She wasn’t used to being asked out point-blank like this. But then, John had presented himself with confidence and poise the entire afternoon. This was probably very in-character for him.
“Um, I’d love to!”
“Great,” he said, smiling that same warm, gentle smile. “I’ll take you to dinner on Saturday night after I’m back if you’re available?”
“Well, I think I’m actually picking up a very important person from the airport Saturday evening first, so we may have to plan our dinner after that. See, he’s on his way to negotiate a major business deal all on his own without a business partner so I want to make sure I’m here to get him once he’s back. I’m sure it’ll be a stressful few days.” Jess grinned slyly at him and was delighted to watch John’s face overtaken by surprise. He composed himself, laughing and smiling widely at her in return, the biggest smile he’d shown her all day.
“If Jess’s Layman Limo Service is offering to pick me up from the airport on Saturday evening, I would be delighted to accept!”
“And for only $19.99 per month, you can have two more airport pick-ups or drop-offs at a discount!”
“Oh that reminds me, I did promise you a tip much larger than you’re used to getting when you first picked me up.”
“You don’t owe me a thing. You’re already recommending me for the job in your office and asked me out just now. I don’t want to feel like you’re buying my attention or something. You don’t have to give me anything at all.”
“You're sure? It’s not like I can’t afford it,” he laughed jovially.
“Positive. I can’t take all three things from you! I’m already being spoiled enough as it is!”
“I can understand that. Fair enough!”
The two shared a comfortable smile before Jess looked away, her eyes slightly downcast as an anxious thought suddenly invaded her mind. “So…you don’t think I’m disgusting for what happened a few minutes ago? You aren’t revolted by the fact that you had to shield me while I lost control and peed in a parking lot a foot behind you?”
John shook his head, leaning in close to Jess and lowering his voice. “Jess, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. And not only the ending just now, but the entire drive.”
Jess blushed fiercely but felt somehow flattered too. Sure she may not be as confident in saying things like that as John was, but she enjoyed feeling desired by someone she found desirable. It wasn’t the most common feeling in the world for her, but somehow she just knew there was something special between them already. Jess decided she’d test the waters and her own confidence a little.
“Well…maybe I won’t have time to use the restroom before I come pick you up Saturday evening. Who knows?” she offered coyly, chancing a wink at him. To her delight, John blushed a bit before composing himself yet again.
“Whatever the state you’re in, I just know I’d love to see you again in a few days. I hate to cut things short, but I have to run Jess. Thank you again for getting me here on time. I’ll call Sophia on my way in and I’ll see you Saturday!” Jess smiled and nodded, sending him on his way.
“Have a safe flight,” she called as her passenger hurried across the parking lot towards the airport. He called his thanks back to her before rushing towards the main entrance. Turning towards the car again, Jess noticed the incredible puddle she’d left under and around the car. Marveling at the fact that she’d managed to hold all of that for as long as she had, she jumped across it and back into her car, closing the door and reaching for her phone. She input the two numbers John had given her and felt her heart flutter at the prospect of seeing him again. John Marshal was someone very interesting indeed.
Preparing to head back home at long last, Jess looked towards the airport doors once more. The man she’d spent the better part of the last hour with had just entered the building and the doors were sliding shut behind him. She glanced at her phone clock to see if holding her pee that long had been worth it. Smiling contentedly to herself, she put the car in drive and began to head home for the day, exhausted but more excited for the future than she’d felt in quite a while.
4:59pm.
Ahead of schedule. |
Today I went for a walk with my old friend Ryan. We went to grade school together, and have a close bond, despite never seeing one another. We hang out once a year, maybe. I had a crush on him when we were 10, but these days it's like hanging with your best friend. We know how to tease one another, but I would still never want to embarrass myself in front of him!
I woke up this morning, put on my robe,, and started drinking water for my "wellness challenge" at work. I finished my first bottle, and began to make breakfast. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and slowly got dressed. Spring is finally happening, and I could see the sun shining. I decided to be brave and put on a knee length black skirt. My favorite nylons ripped last week, so that left my legs bare and pale against my skirt. I found a tight green shirt and a pair of black slip on.
I filled my large water bottle and sat at my desk to work, taking a drink every 10 minutes. My bladder was mostly empty, and it always takes a while for me to fill up. After an hour had passed, I had finished my project, as well as my water bottle. Without thinking, I filled my bottle again and texted Ryan. We decided to meet at the large park nearby to walk around. I grabbed my water and purse and headed to the car.
As soon as I buckled myself in, I could feel a little pressure in my bladder. I had been to the bathroom over an hour ago, but figured it was just the belt making me uncomfortable. By the time I arrived at the park, another 15 minutes had passed, and that uncomfortable pain was becoming more constant. I took a sip of my water and reminded myself that I have held much more under worse conditions. I took another drink, and locked my car. I walked towards the treeline where Ryan was standing. We hugged for a long time, and I winced at the pain of tightening my bladder. We began walking the trails, and my mind was taken off my increasing need to urinate. My water bottle was halfway empty again.
Talking with Ryan was just like old times. We passed a bench and Ryan sat down to look at the pond nearby. I sat beside him and immediately felt my full bladder pressing beneath my skirt. I felt really luck to have such strong bladder control. I looked at my water bottle and saw there was only a drink or two left. I shrugged and finished it, but not without regret... The very thought of drinking water made my urge nearly uncontrollable. I clenched my muscles and shifted my legs, feeling the hard metal bench under my thighs, nearly pressed against my gray underwear. I held my composure and knew I was dry, at least for another moment.
Despite the sunny weather, the wind was still blowing, and I used it as my excuse to get up and get walking. I jumped up and told Ryan we should find another trail. We stood at began down the next concrete path, leading away from the pond. My bladder was completely full, and I needed anything to keep my mind off the feeling. I walked quickly yet surely along the path, staring straight ahead. Ryan was telling me about his college class, and I tried my best to listen, but I could feel my hold giving out as my panties started to dampen.
Suddenly Ryan stopped next to a short fence. Behind it were blackberry bushes. He reached in to pick a few, and I frantically looked around to see multiple people, not only on the concrete trail, but sitting in the grass nearby. I looked down at my bare legs and knew I was lucky to be wearing a skirt at least. I stood next to Ryan and turned away from everyone I saw. I knew I could not give off ANY sign I was about to pee myself in public. My lack of movement, however, made it impossible to control. I leaned against the fence and quickly pressed my hand against my crotch as I began to piss right through my panties. I felt the fabric soaking between my legs, and my heart began pounding. I was pissing myself!!
I looked down at my feet and thankfully saw still dry concrete. I knew if I stayed there, everyone would soon know I was having an accident. Over to left near the grass was an informational sign with no people within several feet. I gasped and said "Oh look!" to Ryan, who was looking at his phone. I quickly ran across the path, and stood in the grass next to the sign. I held the edge and stood with my legs partially twisted. I had nearly regain control, but could still feel myself peeing into my wet panties. My legs were mostly blocked by the sign. I pretended to read the sign, and my heart pounded as Ryan began walking over.
Ryan started looking at the sign, standing right next to me, and the embarrassment was just too much to handle. My cheeks reddened as I slowly lost control and began peeing full force down my legs. I stood absolutely frozen with fear, with one hand between my legs to make sure the stream of pee didn't go anywhere else. I felt the front of my skirt getting wet, but I knew it wouldn't be too noticeable in black.
I stood and quietly wet myself until I felt some relief, and then regained control. I stayed frozen in place until I felt most of the drips are my legs were gone. I told Ryan that it was time for me to pick up my sister at work. He walked me to my car, and I avoided a hug by fumbling with my keys and bag. He waved, and I got in my car, completey aroused by the wet fabric against my skin. |
Hey everyone! Here's my latest story! I keep opening and closing for commissions, so I am sorry to those who are annoyed at the inconsistency. Lot of personal business going on and my own mental health can be tricky sometimes. I am open for commissions at the moment though! So, let me know if you are interested! 🙂
THE IRON BLADDERED NURSE
“Ahhhhhh, fuck! It’s coming out’ screamed Marie, desperately fumbling in her bag for her keys.
Her fingers were trembling, as she slid the key into the lock, her legs tightly crossed together. I pushed open the door to her house and my girlfriend staggered in, as a rivulet of pee snaked its way down her leg. It soaked into the white cotton uniform of her nurse’s outfit, leaving a thin wet line down her body, as she moaned in agony. Yanking down her trousers, she practically fell onto the toilet seat and; unable to get her pink knickers off in time, I saw a wave of hot urine burst straight through them. Too exhausted to hold on any longer, she sighed in annoyance as she started to wet herself on the toilet, pee bursting through her pink panties, causing a large wet-spot to form on them as the pee poured into the basin.
‘You okay?’ I ask, looking at her from outside the bathroom sympathetically.
Marie gave a defeated half-smile.
‘Well, at least I made it back home this time!’ said Marie, as her accident finally came to a stop.
‘True. Work was definitely hectic then!’.
‘You can’t even imagine! I couldn’t find even two minutes to go during my entire shift, I barely had time to drink water to keep going and Sarah annoyed the crap out of me!’.
‘Oh?’ I ask, watching amusedly as she pulls her pee-soaked underwear off her legs, before throwing them into the bathtub in disgust.
‘Everytime we’re on assignment together, I swear she finds a reason to comment on how desperate I look, the woman never seems to need bathroom breaks! It’s not fair’ whined Marie.
‘Ha, she sounds like me!’.
Marie looked at me in confusion, then, her eyes widened in shock.
‘John… when was the last time you went to the bathroom?’.
‘Oooh, yesterday morning I think?’ I answer honestly.
‘What?! If I tried to hold it for that long, I’d have wet myself half-a-dozen times! How do you do that?’.
I shrugged.
‘Just don’t really need to that often’ I explain. ‘If I need to go, it’s never so bad I can’t hold it for longer. Just isn’t really an issue for me’.
‘I wish that were the case, it would make life so much easier. Though, I wouldn’t mind you shutting Sarah up’.
‘How do you mean?’ I ask, confused.
A wicked smile crosses my girlfriend’s face.
‘Sarah’s got a massive ego and if any other nurses need to pee, she won’t go until we’ve all been before her, it’s a point of pride. Sometimes, she holds the entire shift, just so she can rub it in!’.
‘Jeez, that’s uptight! So what, you want me to challenge her to a holding contest or something?’.
‘I’ll get it arranged’ says Marie, cleaning her legs with a damp flannel. ‘I guarantee you she’ll accept’.
‘I don’t know’ I say, somewhat bemused by her interest in organising this. ‘Seems a bit petty’.
Marie frowns, before giving me a look that immediately makes my cock start throbbing intensely, as she pulls off her shirt and unclips her bra; exposing her perky tits. She then walks over and whispered into my ear:
‘If you do, I’ll let you play doctor with me’.
My cock is near-instantly fully hard.
‘Get that holding contest organised’ I say quickly, before picking up my laughing girlfriend and carrying her into the bedroom.
ONE WEEK LATER
Marie and I strolled into the bar, hand-in-hand, as we waited for Sarah to turn up. The place wasn’t too crowded but not too busy either, just as we hoped. Unlike normal for me, I’d used the bathroom a few minutes before we turned up, as Marie told me Sarah would.
‘We’ve agreed that each of us can use the bathroom before arrival but not once we get here, unless we give up. All three of us have the same amount of drinks as each other, at regular intervals. We can all use our own ways to help us hold on, except getting another person to physically help us hold’.
‘You’ve really thought about this haven’t you?’ I said laughing, wrapping my arm around Marie.
‘I want Sarah to stop being such a smug bitch! I probably can’t do it but you have a good shot at it… and if you do, I’ll let you have me however you want tonight’ she said quietly, blushing but with a naughty grin.
My cock hardened at the possibilities and I smiled lustfully at her, giving her a deep kiss.
‘Get a room you two!’.
We both turned and saw Sarah approaching. She was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a white blouse, her straight yellow-blonde hair tied in a bun. Where Marie was short, with smaller breasts and a large bum, Sarah was tall, with 32DD cleavage and a slimmer figure. In my already aroused state, I subtly took several breaths to calm myself, as Sarah took her seat at our booth.
‘It’s great to meet you John’ she said, shaking my hand.
‘You too Sarah!’ I smiled.
We made small-talk for a couple of minutes, as Marie ordered the first-round, at which point Sarah grinned wildly.
‘You sure you’re up for this Marie? There’s no shame if you back out now’ said Sarah teasingly.
Though said jokingly, I could see Marie’s frustrated look and a natural defensive instinct kicked in, causing me to go on the offensive.
‘Just be careful you don’t overburden yourself Sarah. It would be embarrassing to watch a thirty-three-year-old woman walk home in soaking blue jeans like a little girl’.
Marie snorted, as Sarah laughed at me contemptuously, a competitive glare in her eyes and smile.
‘Alright then John, you just keep dreaming! Marie says you’ve got a strong bladder! Try not to hold yourself too much when you waddle away to the bathroom’.
I smiled.
This was going to be more fun than I thought.
Over the next two hours, we downed three rounds of pint-glass beer and relaxed, talking about a host of topics. At several points, Marie and Sarah got lost in talk about the hospital and I started scrolling through my phone. However, once we passed that threshold, things started to get interesting. Marie was showing the first signs of desperation, regularly fidgeting; though she was trying to conceal it. Sarah meanwhile was clearly less desperate but starting to show the odd sign. I could see her leg tapping beneath the table, the odd rub on her arm that showed she was restless, as well as playing with her drinking glass.
Meanwhile, I barely felt any need. I could register my bladder no longer feeling empty but otherwise, if it weren’t for the contest, I wouldn’t have thought about it at all. At one point, Sarah looked at me directly and; not breaking eye contact, I raised the drink to my mouth. She watched as the beer passed in-between my lips, her eyes slowly widening as I downed half-a-pint in less than five-seconds, yet showed no sign of discomfort. She watched me for several minutes closely after but I gave nothing away, nor felt any major signs. My still body seemed to unsettle her and she finally gave away the first major sign of desperation: Crossing her legs. Not repeatedly, tightly or fidgeting but it was the first major concession that I had taken the lead from her. I could see it in her eyes: She hated having to do that. I smiled at her.
‘Struggling Sarah?’ I asked playfully.
‘Not as much as you’ll be soon’ she retorted, though there was an edge of doubt in her voice.
As we continued getting drinks, I could see how badly my girlfriend was starting to struggle. Her black-tight wrapped legs were struggling and she was openly fidgeting now, occasionally holding herself too, with her ability to make normal conversation having greatly diminished.
‘Damn it you two, how bloody much can you hold?’ she asked frustrated, as Sarah smiled innocently at her.
‘It’s a talent, not everyone has it Marie’.
However, even as she tried to act confident, I could see how it was starting to really get to her. Her legs had been crossing and uncrossing fairly regularly now for the last half-an-hour and though well-hidden, I’d spotted her holding between a legs a handful of times, never for more than a second or two at a time. Even so, I found Sarah’s ability to hold fascinating. Every woman I’d ever met; apart from Marie, always needed to go to the bathroom so often.
On my first date when I was fourteen, I’d accidentally made my date; Charlotte, wet herself in the park, walking her home, as I hadn’t stopped us for bathroom breaks the whole time. She’d been too shy to ask and I’d completely forgotten about any need to. One moment she’d been bouncing on the spot, as I tried to comfort her to make it the last mile back to her place. The next, a cute red-thong was showing through a sodden pink skirt, with pee dripping off her legs and Charlotte standing in a puddle; sobbing and screaming in frustration.
My cousins Amy and Alicia; both in their mid 20’s, nearly lost control on a road trip where I didn’t stop for bathroom breaks at gas stations more than a half-dozen times. Eventually, they’d demanded I pulled over and had scrambled to the nearest toilets, both only just making it. Even then, I’d noticed damp patches on their crop shorts when they returned to the car; scowling at me.
From family to friends to partners, every woman I’d ever met always seemed like they got desperate way too fast. It was actually one of the things that I’d immediately liked about Marie as a nurse. On our first date; as a trained habit from years of mistakes, I asked a half-dozen times if she needed a bathroom break. She didn’t need to once, even after the cinema, an XL cup of lemonade at the cinema and wine at dinner. It was beyond refreshing and when I learned that she was a nurse, it made a lot of sense.
Of course, she’d had a handful of accidents since then. Shifts that have gone on too long, leading to a desperate sprint to the bathroom while leaking, or a back alley, even once losing it in on my passenger car seat when we got stuck in a traffic jam. But for the most part, her bladder control is very strong. However, I could clearly see that Sarah’s was far, far stronger.
Marie was bouncing rapidly on the spot, her face dripping with sweat and she had long ago given up rational conversation. Openly holding it, she jiggled about in frustration for several minutes, growing more and more desperate to pee. Sarah and I both watched her, as she pushed her hands deeper against her black jeans; even holding tightly inside them at one point, but eventually, she’d hit her limit.
‘I can’t hold it anymore’ admitted Marie, struggling to stand up from the booth. ‘If I go any longer, I’m going to piss myself in this booth’.
I watched as Marie quickly waddled off, her legs tightly clamped together, as she pushed her way inside the women’s restroom.
‘Seems like she couldn’t cut it’ said Sarah happily, very glad she had defeated Marie.
‘Can you?’ I asked calmly, still not showing any signs of desperation.
Sarah frowned at me and, to prove a point, drank more than half her full pint glass of beer in one. For a minute or two, she gazed at me confidently, seemingly sitting still, as if her need had abated. Eventually though, her ego was outweighed by her growing need and I watched smugly as she began to fidget again. Slowly at first but soon, she was regularly shifting in the booth, her legs trembling gently and she started to look seriously pained after we took our mutual drinks together. Just then, Marie returned.
‘Damn you both, you two have ridiculous bladders’.
Sarah smiled but didn’t actually say any cocky retorts this time, her attention now firmly on holding herself.
‘How you feeling babe?’ Marie asked me.
‘Not too bad honestly. Slight twinge but not much else really. Could probably go several more hours comfortably’ I said honestly.
‘Bullshit’ Sarah responded, though her voice sounded worried.
‘Is it?’.
With that, Sarah went back to being quiet and Marie and I watched over the next hour as her desperation got gradually worse. She talked in bursts but regularly started holding herself, at first just subtly, the odd clench underneath her jacket. Then, it became more open and obvious, her hands regularly between her jean-clad legs, even rocking back and forth slightly, as Sarah’s need for the bathroom grew worse and worse.
Meanwhile, while my own need had at least become noticeable, I hardly felt any discomfort. It felt more akin to when you know you could use a bathroom break but could also easily forget about it, if a good film or show distracted you. Sarah was way past that point, her desperation now a clearly visible affair, as her legs were regularly trembling, her feet tapping against the bar floor, while she tightly clenched her drink glass, a few beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.
Marie; for her part, was absolutely loving this. Though she’d lost the contest, she could see I was clearly winning and was winding up Sarah even further to make it more difficult for her.
‘Hey babe, you remember that holiday we took to the lake last summer?’.
Sarah shot Marie daggers, as I smiled.
‘Oh yeah, that one with the rivers nearby, flowing into it, constantly gushing near our lake-house’ I say, seeing where she wanted me to go with this. ‘It was beautiful wasn’t it, the rain was so beautiful there, just dripping off the trees in the morning, ah, I loved it!’.
Marie shot me an evil grin as Sarah openly moaned for the first time, her face now unwillingly showing the first signs of major desperation, as me and my girlfriend both realised that I was undoubtedly going to win this contest. Sarah however, hadn’t yet come to the same revelation and was struggling on. For the next few minutes, her legs began to cross and uncross rapidly, her bum bouncing up and down in her seat like she was impatiently waiting to stand up, her face a mixture of anger, frustration and fear. Then, as we took our seventh drinks of the night, Sarah let out a high-pitched whine. It was exactly the kind that I’d heard from half a dozen women before, desperate to pee, who knew they could barely hold on any longer. Less than five minutes later, the inevitable happened.
‘Fuck it!’ moaned Sarah angrily, quickly stumbling out of the booth and practically sprinting into the women’s bathroom.
‘Yes!’ cheered Marie, high-fiving me, before kissing me deeply, her tongue going deep down my throat, getting me instantly hard. I could feel her fingers slide over the bulge in my trousers and she gave me an incredible look of arousal.
‘I want you so badly right now’ she moaned through a hot breath into my ear, nuzzling my neck.
‘I didn’t know you were so into this’.
‘You know I’m competitive baby and watching you beat her so easily… hmmm’ she purred at me sexually.
Marie slid her hand over my bladder. By now, I could feel a noticeable pressure but even so, hadn’t shown any noticeable signs of desperation.
Just then, Sarah returned to the table, scowling at me.
‘You did really well, Sarah. I’ve never seen a woman hold it that long’.
‘Shut up you git’ she said frustratedly, downing the rest of her drink.
Marie smiled at me, trying not to laugh.
‘Come on John, we’d better get home. See you on Monday Sarah!’.
Marie and I walked out, stumbling slightly, the drink making us giddy. She was laughing almost the entire way home and kept pulling me to the side of buildings, trees and vaguely out-of-the-way cars, where she kept putting her tongue down my throat, rubbing her breasts against my chest and encouraging me to grope her bum through her black jeans. A few corners away from our apartment, she pushed me onto a park bench; the entire area deserted apart from us in the late-evening, where she fell to her knees and began unbuckling my trousers.
‘Marie, are you crazy! If we get caught-’
I was cut off by the overwhelming sensation as my cock slipped out of my trousers, exposed to the cold evening air, only to be blanketed in the hot warmth of my girlfriend’s mouth. Her head throbbed down the length and I felt my eyes practically roll back in my head, while a deep moan escaped from my lips.
‘Fuck Marie… when are we next doing this?’ I say, half-jokingly, as she cups my balls.
‘Whenever she starts getting bitchy again’ she says, the words distorted by my length inside her mouth. Her tongue feels incredible, running down my shaft and I can feel the tension in me building to a breaking point.
‘Marie, I can’t… hold on…’.
In response, Marie takes my cock out of her mouth and begins sliding down her trousers; exposing a pair of frilly white knickers, which are soon around her ankles. Quickly straddling me, she pulls down low-cut top, allowing me to suck on her boobs as I slowly enter inside her. Marie instantly bites my neck to prevent herself from screaming and I can feel the walls of her pussy tighten.
‘You’re so fucking wet babe’ I moan quietly.
Marie looks into my eyes, raw lust and excitement in them, before grinding her pussy deeper into my cock as we both gasp repeatedly; barely holding back our screams. I feel myself pound deeper and deeper into her slick wet pussy, with her lips all over my neck, as I can feel my ability to hold back slipping. I try to slow down but Marie just bounces on my cock more furiously.
‘Marie… I’m going to cum’.
‘Cum inside me baby. I want you too’.
I didn’t need to be told twice and I moan, as I begin releasing deep inside her; with Marie letting out a loud scream. I look around in worry, scared someone heard us but at this point, I hardly care. She’s mine, I want her, the whole fucking world can watch for all I care.
Slowly, after half-a-minute, my orgasm is complete and I can feel her begin to come down from hers, though she’s bathing in the afterglow; nuzzling my shoulder. Looking into my eyes, she smiles that beautiful smile and we hold each other in silence for several seconds.
‘I mean it you know’ I say breathlessly, as Marie looks at me, confused.
‘When are we doing another one of these contests?’.
Marie smiles, blushing, as we both begin to pull our clothes back on; rushing back home before anyone sees us.
*FIVE MONTHS LATER*
I open the door, as Marie races past me, running up the stairs; doing a jiggling pee-dance as she goes. I smile, walking to the bathroom door as her green nurse scrubs go down to her ankles and a second later, a thick stream of urine jets against the toilet bowl. Marie sighs in relief, as I watch her stomach slowly deflate, the easing pressure clearly relaxing Marie.
‘Better?’ I ask, leaning against the door.
‘Very’, she replies, wiping her pussy clean.
She flushes the toilet, pulling up her scrubs and goes to wash her hands.
‘You’ve been holding even longer than before lately!’ I say, genuinely impressed.
‘Still not long enough for Sarah’ grumbled Marie, annoyed. ‘She’s started to get real bitchy about that again. Apparently, she’s the top candidate for the head nurse promotion next year and she’s really lording it over us. Started to act like she has authority at times, saying we shouldn’t be wasting so long on our bathroom breaks when patients need help’.
‘Seriously? What a bitch, she’s so stuck up! We’ve seen her get desperate like anyone, she needs a reality check’.
Marie turns to look at me, a mischievous smile on her lips, as I frown playfully.
‘What?’.
‘John, that’s it! I think it’s time!’.
It takes me a second to realise it but then I smile.
‘Seriously? Another holding contest!’.
‘She needs it! At worst, it will get her off our cases for a while. She was more subdued for months after our first’.
‘When will we have time though? You’re working solidly for the next month’.
‘You’re forgetting, nurse’s day out next week! The hospital insists we have some ‘bonding time’ at least once every 3-5 months, so, half-a-dozen of us get sent out a time for paid trips into the city for a full day. Sarah and I are on this one and if I mention you’re attending, I bet you she won’t use the bathroom all day, not unless you do first’.
I look at Marie, disbelievingly.
‘You really think I’ll use the bathroom first?’.
She smiled, pressing her back to me, grinding herself against my crotch, causing my cock to quickly stand-to-attention.
‘Nope’, she said naughtily, sliding my hands underneath her top.
‘Okay, I’ll do it’ I said, my mouth already having gone dry, as I massaged her boobs.
She laughed, grinding her sexy bum deep against my cock, as I could feel myself sliding in-between her cheeks; with only thin layers of fabric keeping us apart. Marie purred excitedly.
‘I thought you might’.
*SIX DAYS LATER*
‘Hey girls!’ called Marie, spotting the group of her colleagues, already waiting at the bus-stop. I recognised a couple of them: Jolene, black-hair, pale-skin; huge breasts. Amara, mixed-race, Indian, super-friendly, very long legs. The rest were mysteries to me, though the last one to arrive certainly wasn’t: Sarah Jones.
She was dressed in a white-skirt, just below knee-height length. A tight red shirt covered her chest, though she was showing plenty of cleavage by leaving the top two undone. She had comfortable running trainers on, her hair was freshly straightened and I could tell immediately what was going on. I’d seen it in other girls before. She had gotten herself as comfortable as possible, in the lightest, most relaxed clothing she had, intending to hold longer than I could manage.
I’d seen it before in a study-date I’d had with a girl back in highschool. She’d been prideful about me never needing the bathroom during our work sessions and wanted to prove she could do it too, so she wore a light black-dress and kept finding ways to bend over and flaunt herself to me, hoping it would cause me to get distracted. It had been amusing to watch Molly try this for 3-4 hours.
She’d ended up wetting herself in a public library.
‘Hi Sarah! Good to see you again!’ I say, shaking her hand.
‘You too John’ she smiles, though I can see a competitive glare in her eyes, the same one Marie has.
I smiled.
For the next couple of hours, I joined the nurses as they walked around the shopping centre: Trying on clothes, looking at bags and makeup, a lot of things that sent me scrambling for my phone, in order to scroll Facebook; out of boredom. However, Sarah had my attention. Everytime she took a sip from a water flash she’d brought, I did the same from a similar size bottle I’d brought. Marie had insisted as much.
‘I don’t want her whining after that she held more than you. You’ve got to match her, drink-for-drink’.
So I did. Every time Sarah’s red lipstick lips curled around her water bottle, every time her neck pulsed with the liquid pouring down her throat, I made sure I was there to match it. For a while, I wasn’t sure if she was noticing, though I spotted the odd glance towards me; here and there. Eventually however, two-hours in, when all the others were getting changed in some clothes store that I’d already forgotten to remember the name of, in contrast to all the others, Sarah approached me.
‘You know you won’t beat me this time Jonathan’ she whispered, before I watched as she downed an entire bottle of sparkling water; in less than ten seconds.
I was impressed but kept my face cool, unreadable. Pulling out my own drink, it took me a few extra seconds but soon, mine was downed as well.
‘Let me know when you need to use the little girl’s room Sarah. I’ll make sure they stop at the bathroom for you’.
I could see my mocking words had rattled her competitive side, though I just smiled sweetly and walked back over to Marie, who had just come out of the changing room. The next several minutes passed by uneventfully, until we all walked past a set of bathrooms on the third-floor.
‘Hey, can we stop for a second?’.
The request came from one of the nurses in the group: Jade. Red haired, green-eyed, with boobs like basketballs, she was swaying uncomfortably on the spot. For the last several minutes, in-between trying on outfits, I had noticed her repeated leg crosses, tapping her heel impatiently. Now, it seemed she’d finally had enough waiting.
‘Really Jade?’ said Sarah disappointed. ‘We don’t want to have to stop every five minutes because of your bladder’.
‘Oh don’t be a hard-ass Sarah’ said Marie, annoyed; waving her hand at Jade. ‘Go on’.
The others nodded, as Sarah rolled her eyes contemptuously. Jade power-walked into the shopping mall bathrooms, the sound of running water and toilets flushing making Sarah give the slightest of shuffles. I smirked, realising that I’d spotted the first sign of Sarah starting to need the toilet.
The hours slowly ticked by and; one-by-one, each of the other members of their group started using the bathroom. Some tried to hold longer than others, wanting not to annoy Sarah, yet one-by-one, each had to relief themselves. Amy, Lara, Freya: Skirt, shorts, jeans. Each would begin rubbing their legs together, sneaking in a few discrete holds, then getting more obvious, before finally admitting their need and running off. Amara did well, clearly shy, though I caught her openly stuffing her hand down her panties in a lingerie store, trying to relieve the press. When she noticed me looking, she turned bright red and ran off to the nearest bathrooms before Sarah could even protest.
Jolene went next, having shown a lack of signs, except for tightly crossed legs as we all had lunch, until she finally grumbled and went:
‘Right, I need to go before I piss my knickers!’.
I laughed, though Sarah shook her head at the vulgarity. Despite this, I could see that the pressures were starting to take their toll on her too. While she was nowhere near holding herself yet, there was the odd bit of fidgeting and I could tell that she was beginning to feel the need on a registerable level. Sarah quickly noticed me looking at her and straightened up her body, acting as if she didn’t need to go. I smiled.
‘It won’t last’, I thought to myself.
Within the hour, I was proved right. Things started getting worse for Sarah when Marie finally gave in. She’d been squirming about for an hour or so and had held much longer than our last contest, something I was very proud with her for. However, though she clearly hated admitting defeat to Sarah once more, she liked the idea of pissing herself in front of all her colleagues from work even less. She squirmed repeatedly on the spot in her black jeans for twenty-minutes, growing gradually more desperate as we all went through the various aisles of the store, until finally, she walked up to me with gritted teeth.
‘I can’t hold it anymore or I’m gonna have an accident. Don’t lose’.
‘You know I won’t’.
Marie smiled at me, brushing her hand gently across the front of my trousers; as she smiled at me smugly. Meanwhile, I looked back towards Sarah, who was looking over some jackets in one of the aisles. Well, that’s what she made it look like from a distance. As I silently approached from the opposite end, I could see that the hidden spot actually gave her a perfect place to hide her growing desperation. Her legs were swaying from side to side, I could see a look of discomfort on her face and one hand was gently pressed on the front crotch of her trousers. Approaching, she saw me coming and immediately tried to take on a more relaxed position, though I could tell it wasn’t anywhere near as easy for her right now.
‘You know Sarah, maybe you should use the bathroom. We don’t want to have to clean up any accidents on the way back’.
Sarah blushed bright red at me and smacked my arm.
‘You are not going to beat me this time Jonathan’ she whispered at me, in a hissing tone.
As if to prove her point, she pulled out a water bottle and downed another half of it. Less than last time.
I smiled and did the same. She scowled and walked off, as Marie returned to the store.
Over the next few hour, as we moved into the afternoon, I felt my own need to go starting to grow. It had been there for a number of hours; though thanks to my control had little effect. However, now, it was starting to become a minor nuisance. The unfamiliar sensation of tightness around my waistband, with a slight urge to fidget, feeling almost alien to me. The last time I could remember feeling this was during my school exams years ago and that was more nerves, than holding too much. Now however, for the first time in years, I felt actually uncomfortable from my bladder. Marie noticed my uneasy expression.
‘You okay babe?’.
‘Yeah, just… getting a bit harder to hold it’ I admitted.
Marie looked at me, shocked.
‘You’re not going to…’.
‘No, no, I can still hold on for a good few hours, no problem. Surprised I even need this really. Guess I’m just not used to holding against somebody. How’s Sarah doing?’.
Marie smirked.
‘Well, if you’re starting to feel it, let’s just say that Sarah is already hitting some limits’.
‘Really?’.
‘Oh yeah! She probably has less than an another hour before she uses the bathroom or pees her skirt. I hope she misjudges herself. The others are starting to notice too and she hates showing weakness. This is going to be fun!’.
I laughed.
‘You’re mean’.
‘I’m competitive’ she whispered into my ear, her voice like melted chocolate, as she quickly slipped her hand down the front of my trousers. I felt myself instantly harden and suppressed a gasp, looking around to make sure no one could see us.
‘You’re crazy’.
She smiled devilishly.
‘You win this and I’ll do much more than that’.
As Marie strode away from me, shaking her sexy bum at me as she went, I could see Sarah and the others come out of the changing rooms and what Marie said was clearly true. Sarah’s walking was tense, slow and every time they stopped to look at something, her legs would clamp tightly together, occasionally crossing. I could see a worried look on her face, as she was clearly getting close to a limit. She’d drunk nearly eight bottles of water today and to make it worse, I caught her eye, then drank my own, showing no signs of any real need to go. While I could now feel an uncomfortable tinge, Marie’s reassurance of Sarah’s condition had emboldened me and I could clearly see that I would win this competition.
Sarah; unwilling to admit that yet, drank from her bottle to match me but it was clear that every drop of water rushing into her bladder was an extra bit of pressure. Pressure that, bit-by-bit, she could no longer handle without clear signs of being bursting for the toilet.
As the afternoon lighted turned into an evening twilight, we made our way through the city, towards a nearby bus-stop. Sarah; normally leading the group, had fallen near to the back, unable to walk at the same speed without tearing into her weakening bladder muscles. At one point, Marie turned around and let out a light gasp, which only I heard. Quickly turning, we saw Sarah bent over, pressing both her hands deep into her skirt, her legs crossed and clamped tightly; sweat pouring down her face. She was clearly absolutely bursting and I was beginning to wonder if she could even make it back to her house, let alone win.
Despite her attitude, I felt bad for her. I’d seen plenty of accidents in others before and they always had a negative impact on someone’s social status, usually for months; sometimes worse.
‘Sarah, do you want to stop?’ I asked sincerely. ‘If you hold on any longer, you’re going to wet yourself on the bus. You’ve done well, okay! Let’s stop’.
Sarah turned the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen, realising Marie and I had seen her desperation and immediately straightened up, to my shock. The pressure on her bladder had to be enormous, I’d never seen a woman hold so much for so long before.
‘I’m perfectly capable of making it home without disgracing myself like a ten-year-old schoolgirl’ said Sarah contemptuously, somehow walking quickly to catch up with the group. ‘Come on!’.
Well, she had at least admitted that her goal now was to make it home, not beat me. Even so, I wasn’t sure she could. The moment she sat down on the bus, she chose a seat by herself; tucked in the corner, where the rest of the group couldn’t see her hold herself. Marie and I could however and practically needed to hold our mouths close to avoid gaping at her. Sarah had both her hands shoved up her skirt, clearly holding herself inside her panties and every-time she wriggled on the seat, her skirt flashed up towards us. She was wearing yellow nylon panties with red hearts on them, with made me feel surprisingly turned on.
The other nurses were gossiping for a while, however Jolene first noticed Sarah’s obvious distress among them and, being empathetic, went to ask if she was okay. By this point, Sarah was clearly on the verge of a full-blown accident, however she practically growled at her colleague’s request to see if they could stop the bus and find her a bathroom somewhere. Together, we all stared, waiting to see how long she could make it.
The minutes ticked by and Sarah’s fidgeting grew worse and worse, she was practically vibrating on her seat now and the others were constantly talking about it, wondering why Sarah had waited so long. We knew of course but weren’t going to say anything. As I watched her, I felt an uncomfortable pang in my own bladder and crossed my legs. Sarah noticed and stared hopefully but I uncrossed them a few moments later, shrugging towards her dismissively. After that, she didn’t look at us again.
Each bus-stop, bump on the road and aggressive turn, Marie and I expected to see a pool of urine flow off her seat. But it didn’t happen. Even as her desperation went visibly beyond the levels I’d seen Marie wet herself at on long car journeys home after her shifts, Sarah continued to hold. I was in awe. I’d never seen anything like it and I was almost rooting for her. Not to win; that was impossible now. But I wanted to see if she could make it.
The others gradually filtered off at their stops, with every mile bringing us closer to Sarah’s house, inch-by-inch, as she sat there, squirming on her seat desperately like a little girl. Soon, I saw a distressed look on her face, as if she had just lost control but then, the bus stopped.
‘Fruitdale Street Bus Stop!’.
Sarah looked up and practically ran off the bus, shocking Marie and I, as she frantically legged it towards her house, about half-a-minute or so down the street. She was clearly in major discomfort but as the bus rounded the corner, Marie and I saw her enter her house.
She had made it.
‘I don’t believe it!’ said Marie, shocked. ‘She looked ready to flood half the bus!’.
‘I guess neither of us won then. Sorry sweetheart’.
Marie smiled at me.
‘Oh, it may have been a technical draw but trust me, she won’t see it that way’ said Marie happily, hugging me tight. ‘Besides, you saw how she ran off there! I doubt she made it home with her panties entirely dry’.
I smiled at that, as Marie gave me the dirtiest look I’d ever seen.
‘To be honest, neither have I’.
I frowned in confusion.
‘What? I didn’t realise you needed to g-OHHHH’.
Marie gently bit my neck and slid her hand down into my trousers, looking ready to jump my bones right here in the bus.
‘God, please let there be a round three to this’.
*13 MONTHS LATER*
‘I challenge you to a holding contest’.
Wait, did I just hear that right?
‘Excuse me?’.
‘You heard me Jonathan!’.
Oh this can’t be happening. This is just too perfect.
It has been over a year since the last holding contest and ever since, I’ve been trying to get Marie to organise another one. I won’t share all the details of what she did to me after we got home; as well as on the bus, however it involved rope, new lingerie and three orgasms for me in one hour. Unfortunately, it seemed like Sarah wasn’t interested. Her near brush with a public accident seem to have subdued her. Marie and the other nurses had mentioned how much nicer she’d been since. She also got the head-nurse job, so I figured she just wasn’t interested in doing that kind of stuff anymore. Too busy. I was disappointed.
Yet now, here Sarah was, challenging me in front of everyone.
I figured she must have been planning and training her bladder muscles for a long time, lulling me into a false sense of security. Yet now, she was striking at the perfect time. More than a dozen nurses from Marie’s hospital were being invited to some medical conference, however in reality, it was an excuse for a long two-week vacation; paid by the hospital themselves. I’d been invited along as well, with Marie wondering why, as it was meant to be nurses-only; no couples allowed. Obviously, Sarah had pulled some strings to get me here.
The other nurses were looking at her in confusion, not believing their boss wanted to do something so childish. Marie was just looking back and forth at both of us, wondering what I’d do. Well, the last two times I’d won, Marie and I had the best sex of our relationship. I wasn’t going to turn that down.
If Sarah wanted a competition, she’d get one.
‘I accept… on one condition.’
Sarah smiled.
‘Name it’.
‘If I win, you have to answer one question, truthfully, in front of everyone’.
Marie looked at me, confused, though I quickly winked at her.
‘Deal. If I win, you can’t use any bathroom for the rest of the trip, without my permission’.
Sarah was clearly confident and I could see what she wanted. If I lost, she wanted to make sure it was utterly humiliating for me. No doubt, I’d not be allowed to use any bathrooms, period, for the rest of the trip. I’d be made to suffer repeated accidents, until I either went home or Marie dumped me from sheer embarrassment. It was a clever revenge… if she could make it happen.
‘Deal!’.
The rest of the nurses with us began discussing the turn of events amongst themselves. Some thought it was childish, others were intrigued to see which of us would win. Marie was giving me one of her hungry lustful looks again and I knew I’d made the right choice. We’d all chipped in to hire a bus, so while we waited for it to arrive, Sarah and I both used the bathrooms at Marie and I’s house, so there could be no accusations of cheating. As she walked out of the bathroom, I whispered to her:
‘I’ll try to be nice to you when you wet yourself’.
‘I won’t be to you when you do’.
She smirked at me as she walked out the door. Her body was wrapped tightly in a dark-blue pair of jeans, wearing black-trainers and a tight red blouse; showing off her cleavage. She was extremely confident she could beat me this time, not nervous and trying to gain advantages, like before. I smiled.
This was going to be fun.
The bus ride was going to be a long nine hours, with five scheduled rest-stops; none of which Sarah and I would be using as intended. Everyone took their seats, Marie sitting by the window, while I was next to her on the aisle seat. Jolene and Sarah were together, with the latter whispering to her:
‘How… beat him… guys can just hold longer… he didn’t need… last year. You were bursting… end… what’s different?’.
I heard fragments of what Jolene said with growing interest, while Sarah just smiled and replied:
‘I’ve been practicing’.
As per our rules for the last holding contests, I would match her, drink-for-drink and vice versa. I saw her open up a large can of fizzy cola and asked Marie for a matching one of Sprite. We both guzzled them down quickly and glanced towards each other, watching the other. Sarah was smirking at me confidently. She must have felt her preparation would give her an edge.
I almost felt bad in not telling her that I’d been strengthening my muscles over the past year as well.
Just in case.
As the hours ticked past, we each drank roughly 1-2 drinks per hour: Usually fizzy or sparkling water. After a short time, people lost interest in not watching us do anything and the rest-stops gradually began to tick past. However, at the third-one, I had noticed Sarah glancing at me several times in the last hour, waiting for me to show a sign. She hadn’t yet shown any visible signs of desperation, so I exited the bus with the others, shocking Marie and Sarah, though they quickly realised why.
Instead of going into the bathroom with the others, I quickly dived into nearby grocery store and bought two 1.5 litre bottles of lemonade. As I approached the bus, I downed mine, throwing the empty bottle into a nearby bin before I’d even re-boarded. I then handed Sarah hers, smiling sweetly.
‘Enjoy’.
Marie couldn’t help but snort with laughter, as Sarah looked at the large bottle, warily.
‘If you don’t think you can manage it, you’re welcome to concede’.
I knew she wouldn’t of course and the accusation hit right at her pride, so she unscrewed the lid and began to drink. Slower than I did; over several minutes, though I didn’t complain. Depositing the empty bottle in the bus waste bins, she settled in with a book and began ignoring me, as I smirked confidently at Marie.
‘You sure that was a good idea?’ asked Marie. ‘That was a lot! Even for you!’.
‘Exactly’ I said. ‘So imagine how much it will affect her’.
To Sarah’s credit however, the hours began to pass and I saw no signs of the desperation I’d expected. Instead, I saw her tummy gradually bulge underneath her shirt, filling up to the level it had been towards the end of her last contest. There, she had barely made it home without wetting herself; or so she claimed. This time however, we’d both already drunk as much and she was showing almost nothing. I’d noticed her readjust her seating position once or twice, but otherwise, nothing; hell, even that could have just been me seeing what I wanted to see from it.
However, as we passed the seventh hour, things began to change.
As the bus was heading up a tight hill lane, the bus swerved, narrowly avoiding hitting a deer; crossing the road at the worst time. Several women screamed and Marie grabbed my arm for comfort, causing me to look up, startled. As I looked around, I saw Sarah gasp, as a second deer shot out, once again narrowly avoiding death. Distracted from me, she crossed her legs tightly and let out a short moan, as I realised what was going on.
Sarah had undeniably gotten better at holding. Far better. But she was still feeling the pressure and that momentary lapse in her concentration had proved it. She had probably started feeling it hours ago, yet whatever practices she’d done, they were very effective in hiding her need. Sarah was impressing me more with each contest. The first time, she’d been an above-average holder, in a career-field where that was already a necessary requirement. Yet now, she was a true master at controlling her bladder needs.
Even so, I could now see that her control wasn’t as iron as she was making it out to be. The first cracks were starting to show. However, as I thought on this, I could feel my own need begin to make itself known: A gentle but noticeable urge, giving me the slightest discomfort to what had otherwise been a largely relaxed coach journey. Regardless, I was determined not to show any signs and I could easily do so for a good time longer. The next two hours passed relatively uneventfully, though for both Sarah and I, our needs become gradually worse. I felt the pressure in my bladder increase to a level where I had to loosen my trousers and was occasionally fidgeting uncomfortably.
Sarah, noticing this, had beamed with delight when it first started, though her own need was soon distracting her from revelling in this small victory, as I saw her legs begin to cross and uncross. Not often but enough to show her bladder was filling, her ability to hide it, slowly failing. However, before either of us had much time to think about this, our bus arrived at the log-cabin we’d all be staying at. It was a huge place, with more than two-dozen rooms and everyone was thrilled for the journey to finally be over.
‘Ah, cramp, cramp, cramp’ moaned Marie, stretching in the cool-evening air, her bones clicking several times.
‘You’re telling me’ I say, stretching out my arms to try and get some feeling back in my shoulders.
‘Cramps Johnathan?’ asked Sarah happily, as she walked past confidently. ‘Hope the pressure’s not getting to you already?’.
‘Only from sitting still too long. You’ll be fine though, all the fidgeting you’ve been doing must have been good exercise’.
‘Dream on Jonathan. See you in the morning’.
Everyone slowly departed into their rooms, with Marie and I quickly changing and falling into bed in our pyjamas. As we lay next to each other, her body resting over my chest, I shifted uncomfortably.
‘You okay?’.
‘Yeah, you’re just… pressing on my bladder’.
‘Oh, sorry’.
I feel Marie’s hand run gently over my stomach, her cool fingers a respite to the warm bulge that is now protruding from my stomach.
‘God, I’ve never seen you hold so much before’ said Marie, sounding impressed. ‘Are you going to be okay to sleep?’.
‘I’ll get used to it’ I said reassuringly. ‘I fell asleep once with a full bladder after my mate Steven’s stag party. Just need to get comfortable’.
Marie gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned out the lights, as I adjusted to find a comfortable rest space.
‘Johnathan?’.
‘Yeah?’.
‘Make sure she loses tomorrow’.
I laugh and kiss her on the head.
‘You got it’.
*EIGHT HOURS LATER*
The next morning, I woke up, with Marie already in the shower. Groggily, I sat up and clutched at my stomach, now bulging larger than I’d ever seen it. Despite this, my need to go felt relatively controllable, next to how much I knew was there. I tried to think to a time I’d drank this much and held this long before, yet none was in my head. I smiled. Sarah’s little game was definitely pushing me to new heights.
‘Hey sleepyhead’ said Marie, stepping out the shower. ‘How you feeling?’.
‘Groggy. You should have woken me; I’d have joined you!’.
‘Running water is the last thing you need right now! Come on, let’s go join the others for breakfast. I can’t imagine Sarah’s doing too good at the moment’.
That was putting it mildly. As we walked in, I could see Sarah constantly fidgeting at one end of the breakfast table, sitting in what should have been a comfortable summer dress. She had a small portion of toast and dried crackers, clearly hoping they’d make her feel less desperate; absorbing some of the immense pressure she was holding. Marie gasped when she noticed it too. Sarah’s belly was now bulged out so significantly, it looked like she was in the early stages of pregnancy and the others were starting to pay real attention to our contest.
‘Hey Johnathan!’ said Amara. ‘How you feeling?’.
‘Feeling good’ I replied, before reaching out to pour a glass of orange juice.
Though she tried to hide it, Sarah visibly winced as I drank it, realising that now, she would have to do the same.
I sat down at my chair, dressed in a white sports-shirt and black shorts with a comfortable elastic waistband. Though I was occasionally fidgeting, the clear lack of stress in my face and body was noticed by the other nurses, in contrast to Sarah’s growing desperation.
‘Hey boss! Looks like Jonathan’s doing a lot better than you. Sure you can beat him?’ asked Jade, pouring a drink of tea for herself almost cartoonishly slowly.
‘Of course I will!’.
Sarah’s tone was aggressive but full of uncertainty and she had good reason to be. By now, everyone could see how badly she was wriggling in her chair, her mind largely distracted by thoughts of the toilet… or failing to make it. Meanwhile, I was sitting there, hardly a step above casually desperate. It was getting to her and I felt my confidence grow that I was going to be the clear winner for the third time.
Finishing breakfast, we all made our way outside, taking up positions in loungers and on picnic baskets to bathe in the morning sun. Almost everyone was relaxed, even me, despite the occasional pang of desperation. Sarah meanwhile was starting to really suffer and over the next two hours, it only got worse. When I ordered a lemonade to sip on my lounger, snuggling with Marie, I could hear Sarah whisper: ‘Fuck’ in frustration, as I gazed over to her; my mouth nearly agape at what I saw.
Her bladder had swollen to a nearly balloon like-level and her desperation was now clearly visible, without restraint. Minute to minute, she was badly squirming on her lounger, unable to lie or sit still for any length of time without holding herself for minutes at a time. Everytime her body looked set to calm down or get back in control, it would only last a few minutes before she would either begin wriggling desperately again or I would buy us both another drink, looking to speed up the process.
‘She isn’t going to make it’ said Marie happily, watching Sarah’s pained expression, as she slid her hands inside her panties; desperately trying to hold on for longer.
I smiled.
‘She never was’ I said cockily, thinking Marie might roll her eyes at my arrogance.
Instead, she practically purred at me and rubbed her hand over my chest; clearly turned on. I laughed. Whatever I got for winning this was going to be absolutely amazing and I was going to win this. Everyone but Sarah could see it, who was badly in denial. I saw Jolene walk up to her as we passed the twenty-five-hour mark, both of us having held our bladders for more than a day.
‘Boss, you can’t beat him. You’re on the verge of an accident and he’s nowhere close. Just give it up, better you answer one question than wet yourself in front of us’.
‘No!’ hissed Sarah, aggressively enough that Jolene stepped back in shock. ‘I won’t give in… he’s… just hiding it… he’s got to be close’.
In truth, I was trying to restrict my desperation to wind her up but not by much. It was certainly the most desperate I’d ever been. I was regularly wriggling now, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes in a way I wasn’t used to, so much so that Marie had even abandoned snuggling me and got her own lounger. Despite that, I knew I was still in control. If I had to hold on another three-hours, it wouldn’t be pleasant but I’d manage. I wasn’t sure if Sarah could last another thirty minutes.
I got my answer when; just over ten minutes later, she lurched forwards out of her lounger, standing up and clamping her legs together tightly, practically bending together at the knees. Everyone turned to see Sarah now dancing desperately on the spot, holding herself with both hands like a little girl, as I rose from my lounger as well. Sarah looked towards me with desperate hope; quite literally, however everyone could see that our levels of desperation were not comparable. Despite being uncomfortable, I was only wriggling my legs together slightly, swaying slightly. If I focussed, I could still stand still for a while.
Sarah meanwhile was practically vibrating in her summer dress. I’d seen it before. Girls I’d been on dates with; before I learned basic social manners, always got into a borderline-insane level of desperation at the end. They’d stand if sitting, hold openly and begin dancing on the spot, as if trying to draw attention to themselves; despite wanting none. Once that happened, unless they found a nearby toilet quickly, it was only a matter of time until they lost control. I’d seen it all through my teenage years and it was about to happen to Sarah now.
‘You’re doing well Sarah!’ I said teasingly. ‘Let me make this easier. I’ll have a drink!’.
Sarah’s eyes widened in horror, as she realised what that meant. Fizzy cola quickly poured down my throat, before I handed Marie the empty-glass, who I could see was staring and trembling with lust.
‘Oh wait… that means… you’ve got to have one now!’.
Amara reached out to hand Sarah a glass, who stared at it for several seconds; as if it were a vial of poison. Reaching one hand from in-between her legs, she took the glass; her fingers trembling and raised the drink to her throat. About halfway through the glass, she stopped and I could see her legs were now wrapped together like conjoined snakes; as her entire body shook violently.
‘You have to finish it boss’ said Marie smugly.
Sarah shook her head and looked up, tears in her eyes.
‘I can’t’.
A second later, the glass fell out of her trembling hands, the sudden noise startling Sarah into jumping back in fright.
It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Everyone gasped as a sudden burst of urine raced out from underneath Sarah’s dress, soaking her right leg and running over her black-trainers. Sarah had turned fire-hydrant red and tried to race back inside the cabin but froze after several steps.
‘No, no, no, no, FUCK! I can’t hold it anymore!’.
Her voice was broken and so was her bladder control. Within seconds, I watched in awe as wave after wave of pee burst through her light-blue floral knickers; now showing up through her wet summer-dress. Pee was running down her legs like a burst fountain, spraying out in a dozen streams, soaking every part of her body below the knees. Sarah’s whole body shook with relief, as she began to sob, a puddle forming around her that was already large enough to get people moving back in disgust, yet it was still going!
Unnoticed by everyone else, I heard Marie gasp and saw her eyes widen, her body shaking once with a violent shudder, then again; then a third-time. She looked up to me with a guilt, glazed over expression and I realised Marie had just had a powerful orgasm.
Jesus, what was my girlfriend into?
Still, I had to admit, it was an insane sight. More than three minutes since losing control, Sarah was still peeing intensely; her twisted legs giving way and collapsing her into the mini-pond now growing around her on the tiled patio. The wetness was all over her clothes, her dress was dripping with pee, her shoes ruined and I could hardly imagine a more public, humiliating spectacle than what Sarah was experiencing right now. It was beyond description. Sarah wasn’t wetting herself. She was utterly soaking, no, flooding herself, her clothes and everything around her. Urine and pride, mixed together, flowing through Sarah as she sobbed in defeat.
Eventually, Sarah’s long wetting began to slow. The lake-size puddle around her stopped expanding and her streams of pee turned into spurts, then drips; then silence. A few of the nurses approached, helping to stand her out of the puddle but most were laughing or watching in shock, with little sympathy to the woman who’d once mocked their bathroom breaks, now having totally lost control in front of them.
Sarah looked up at me, her face stained with tears, her body covered in pee.
‘Y-you win Johnathan’ she said, barely holding back breaking into another sob.
Sarah began moving towards the log cabin but I blocked her path.
‘One more thing Sarah. My question’.
Her eyes widened.
‘Please John… please don’t make me’.
I looked towards Marie’s thrilled expression and smiled.
‘Sorry Sarah, rules are rules. My question… did you make it home last time, without wetting yourself?’.
Sarah tried to move around me, as the other nurses looked confused but couldn’t.
‘John please!’ she begged.
‘Did you?’ I asked again.
‘John please!’ she screamed.
‘Did you make it to the bathroom?’.
‘No!’ she shouted, silencing everyone. ‘Alright, I fucking didn’t! I started wetting myself in my lounge! I lost control right in front of my bathroom door and peed right in front of my fucking toilet! Okay! You made me wet myself twice! Now fuck off!’.
Just as I thought. I knew I’d seen a small wet spot on the bus seat after Sarah had left.
This hadn’t just been about winning.
It had been revenge.
And Sarah had lost.
She pushed me to the side and ran inside; sobbing, as some of the others chased after her. A few looked at me disapprovingly, though none said anything, as Marie took my hand and led me inside. Walking silently towards our room, the moment the door was closed behind us, Marie slammed me against the wall and yanked down my shorts, sliding my already hard cock into her right hand, as she began jerking it rapidly.
‘That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!’ moaned Marie, as I felt underneath her skirt. Her panties were sodden to the touch.
‘Baby… do you have a kink?’.
Marie blushed at me, smiling. I laughed.
‘You naughty minx! You didn’t just organise this all for revenge did you?’.
Marie slid down to her knees, slipping off her dress in one foul swoop. The last thing I remember her saying, before my cock slid inside her mouth and I lost all ability to think rationally.
‘Nope… but we can talk about that later. Right now… I’m going to give you the fucking of your life’.
Ah. Life is good.
THE END |
Today was Lauren's first day back in school as a teacher. Luckily, the schools gave everyone a few days to work before students began school again. There was a lot of cleaning and preparing to be done in order to be ready on time. Lauren was excited to get back to work. She enjoyed her current flexible schedule, especially regarding the bathroom. Her classroom was right next to the single person bathroom in the hallway, but it was often occupied or locked.
The first day back was coming to an end. Teachers waved goodbye as they passed Lauren's class, and Lauren kept working at her desk. She was proud she had finished her water bottle twice throughout the day. Staying hydrated at work was always a struggle. As the last bell rang at 4pm, one of the school custodians, Bryan, appeared in the doorway. Bryan's face smiled beneath his short salt and pepper beard. His face was young, but Lauren knew he was around 50 years of age. He spoke gently.
"You still hanging around?"
He toyed with her. Lauren and Bryan were each married, but enjoyed each other's company at work. Their friendship was open and respectful. Their playfulness had recently been drawing them physically closer Lauren found him handsome and caring, and certainly a lot of fun. She enjoyed toying with him. Bryan often came by just to be teased by her. Vaguely tempting men she would never fuck had become something she enjoyed from time to time. She let him touch her, but only a little...
"Yeah, I think I'll stay for a while and work, so don't lock anything up yet!" Lauren said cheerfully. She hadn't had a bathroom break in over an hour, and her bladder was beginning to fill. Her tight grey slacks pressed against her stomach and made her very aware of the need. Lauren pushed her chair away from the desk, and crossed her legs. Bryan looked at her playfully.
"Ah, don't worry... " he swooned "I'll keep the bathroom unlocked for ya!" Bryan had on multiple occasions seen Lauren squirming outside the occupied restroom. He always kept his distance and never mentioned these sightings. Lauren knew he had caught her desperate more than once. She would have been mortified under any other circumstance, but she could tell that he was intrigued by the sightings.
Lauren blushed and took a drink of water, looking him right in the eye. Bryan emptied the recycling, and smiled as he left the room. Lauren needed to pee, but she figured it wasn't so bad she couldn't wait. Her next virtual meeting was in 15 minutes, so she finished typing her lesson, filled her water bottle before the meeting. Her last bathroom break was 2 hours ago, and she was really starting to feel it. Her hips rocked from side to side in her seat as she listened to her boss present. She could only be seen from the waist up, so Lauren kept her hand pressed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs and tried to ignore the pain in her bladder.
Finally the meeting ended, 15 minutes late. Lauren's bladder was reaching its limit, so she quickly closed the windows on her computer, and headed for the bathroom. As she got to her doorway, she saw the other custodian put out his cleaning sign, and head into the bathroom. Lauren gasped and crossed her legs there in the doorway. She knew the custodian would be in there for at least 15 minutes. The thought of waiting that long made her panic. Though she enjoyed wetting herself at home, Lauren had never an adult accident. The thought turned her on, but she knew it would be very embarrassing. Lauren huffed and walked back into her room. She stood against the wall far away from her door so no one would see her holding herself like a little girl. Her legs shook back and forth, and she knew she looked ridiculous, but it was the only thing keeping her from pissing herself.
Lauren turned around to check the bathroom just as Bryan entered the room. His eyes glanced down at Lauren's hand, and she quickly pulled it away from her private parts. Bryan knew she really had to go. He also knew he wanted to test her limits.
"I think it's just you here now" Bryan said. I'll keep the building open another hour or so"
Bryan slowly walked over to her and reached his hand out to touch her hip. Lauren's heart raced as her let herself be pulled against his tall body. She normally enjoyed these moments, but her mind was stuck on her now dire situation. Lauren held her legs together tightly as he leaned in to kiss her. Lauren moaned with pleasure, both from the kiss and her desperate need to per. She could feel her pussy swelling with arousal. It made the pain almost unbearable. Bryan traced his hand down her body and slid it between her thighs, prressing his fingers firmly against her pussy. Lauren whimpered and squeezed his arm as her hold gave way and the first stream of pee gushed though her underwear. She squeezed her thighs and pissed just a little more, making a small wet patch right where Bryan's hand was. Lauren's jumped and pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry! I have one more thing to finish!" Lauren skipped over to her desk and sat down in the green cushioned office chair. Bryan's cock began to tingle as he imagined her grey slacks darkening with pee. He wanted her to know how hot he thought it was, so all he could think to say was: "Finsh your water." Lauren was shocked and overcome with arousal, so she obliged and finished her water. Bryan left the room and told her he'd be back in 10 minutes.
Lauren waited only 2 minutes before she began to panic. She was in so much pain, and the wetness between her legs made it much harder to hold. She stood up and ran to the bathroom, grateful the other teachers had gone home. She ran to the bathroom, but as Lauren approached the door, Bryan stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. He smiled and said "This one is closed"
Lauren openly held her crotch in front of him so he couldn't see her begin to pee in her pants. "That's okay, it's time to go home anyway" she said, as she headed back to class. Walking helped her regain control, so the wet patch between her legs hadn't grown too much. It didn't feel like she had wet down the back. Lauren made a beeline for her desk and began to gather her things. If I am going to piss myself, she thought, it's going to be in my own car!
Bryan stepped into the room, and Lauren finally realized that she was going to have an accident right there in her classroom, in front of him. She sat down in her chair and Bryan approached her. He leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him. She looked down at her hands stuffed between her legs.
"I'm going to have an accident..." she spoke quietly and lost control, peeing all over her chair and the floor beneath her. Bryan grabbed his stiff cock through his jeans and squeezed as he watched the beautiful petite teacher fully pissed her pants. Lauren heard Bryan moan, and looked up to see him manhood bulging through his pants. She stood up and slid one hand down her soaked pants. She rubbed her clit and Bryan followed suit by revealing his erect cock. Lauren came, and continued pissing herself until she was fully empty. He began stroking himself faster and soon ejaculated onto the blue carpet.
"Sorry about the mess!" Lauren helped him clean up, and changed before going home. |
I was going to write a St. Patrick's Day desperation story but then I remembered I actually already wrote one back in March 2018 involving leprechauns so I thought I would post that one here for St. Patrick's Day since due to Covid probably nobody is seeing any good desperation this year.
Usually every year I write at least one crazy leprechaun story for St. Patrick's Day. But then I was kind of feeling in the mood to write a desperation story, so I compromised and I wrote a desperation story about a leprechaun! So here it is and I hope you enjoy! In case it's not blatantly obvious, this is a totally fictional story. Once again I named the main character after myself, which makes me feel like I am talking in the third person, but I kind of like making myself the character in the stories. I reacted basically the way I actually would in such an absurd and ridiculous situation! Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/2018/03/17/
Potty O' Gold
It was St. Patrick's Day so everyone decided to go to the bar to get drunk. After several hours of drinking everyone's bladders were getting awfully full.
"Christ I really have to piss!" Jill said as she squirmed in her seat. "I think I had better get in line for the bathroom."
Jill slinked off to go use the ladies room but unfortunately the line was at least 20 women long and there was only a single stall.
"Dammit it figures!" Jill said as she crossed her legs. Why did she have to drink so damn much, she thought to herself as she struggled to take her mind off of her exploding bladder.
The line moved at an absolutely glacial pace. "Why don't they have more bathrooms in a place when everybody is filling their bladders up with liquid constantly?" Jill moaned aloud.
Jill looked at the line next to her for the men's room and found that while there was a line the line was moving rather quickly. The men were peeing loudly into the toilet and it was driving her completely frantic. Every minute was a loud hissing into the toilet followed by a loud thunderous flush. For every five men who used the men's room for the ladies room line would move up may be a single woman at most.
"This is going to take forever!" Jill said as she twisted her legs into a pretzel.
Soon she saw the three guys that she was at the bar with use the men's room and after finishing up using the men's room they looked at the line that Jill was waiting on.
"Wow your line is definitely moving slow," said James.
"Yeah, you are going to be waiting forever on that thing," said Jack.
"Why don't we just find somewhere else for you to go," Bill said.
"No!" Jill said as she bobbed up and down jogging in place. "You always say that we will find some other place for me to go to the bathroom and I always end up waiting a really long time."
"Okay we are going to go get more to drink," said Jack as the other two left with him. It was easy to get more to drink when you didn't have to wait in line for a half hour or more every time you had to pee.
After another 20 minutes passed the line had only moved up about seven or eight women when someone suddenly put up a sign on the door that said out of order.
"You have to be fucking kidding me!" Jill said as she bit her lip and continued dancing in place in front of the bathroom.
Jill went back over to her three friends who were at the table drinking away.
"Finally got to use the bathroom?" Bill asked.
"No, the damn thing was out of order!" Jill said. "Let's just get out of here, I have to find a bathroom really soon."
The four of them decided to leave the bar after the guys all quickly used the bathroom again first. Unfortunately as they walked down the street they saw that every place was packed or had a sign that said bathrooms are for customers only.
"Let's just cut home through the woods," James said as he pointed to the ominous looking woods in front of them.
"Guys I really have to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she stood there with her legs crossed. "I am seriously not joking here."
"It is the fastest way home," Bill said. "It shouldn't take us more than a half hour."
"A half hour!" Jill said with a grimace as she put her hands on her knees and bent a little. "But I really have to pee right now!"
"Like I said it's the fastest way home, so the sooner we get going through the woods the sooner we will be home and the sooner you can go to the bathroom," said Bill.
"Fine!" Jill shouted as she jogged in place. "But good God lets hurry up!"
As the four of them slowly began walking through the woods Jill stopped every few paces to catch her breath. She had to pee so badly that it was almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. And to make things worse all of the guys seemed to be extremely drunk and started blathering on about the most asinine of things.
"Has anybody heard the legend of these woods?" James asked.
"You mean about the leprechaun?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I remember hearing something about that," Bill said. "Isn't this those woods where the leprechauns live and they keep their pot of gold?"
"Look guys there is only one golden thing that I want to find right now and that is some place to release my golden stream!" Jill shouted.
"Hold your horses Jill," Jack said.
"I am holding something but it is certainly not horses!" Jill said as she tightly crossed her legs and grabbed herself.
"I think we should look for the leprechaun," said Bill. "I could certainly use a lot of leprechaun gold to pay off my gambling debts."
"I wouldn't mind some leprechaun gold," said Jack.
"Neither would I!" James shouted. "So we are all in agreement, we will look for the leprechaun."
"No!" Jill shouted. "This always happens, you always say that you will find me a bathroom and then you always end up getting me involved in some type of asinine situation, although this one has to take the cake. There are no such thing as leprechauns!"
"Okay let's be democratic about this and vote on it," said James. "All in favor of looking for the leprechaun and his pot of gold?"
All three of the guys raised their hands.
"All in favor of running straight home so that Jill can use the God dammed bathroom!" Jill said as she put her arm up really high in the sky, while keeping her other hand firmly between her legs.
"Well 3 to 1, sorry Jill," Jack said. "Now let's find some leprechauns!"
"No!" Jill shouted. "This is a real potty emergency here. I am not going to wait around with my bladder ready to explode while you look for some nonexistent leprechauns. You are just completely drunk and aren't thinking clearly."
"Well if you really want to be a buzz kill you can always go home yourself," James said.
"I don't want to get lost in the woods," Jill said.
"Okay fine, we will just look for the leprechaun for a half hour and if we don't find him we will go straight home," Jack said. "I think that's fair."
"In a half hour my bladder is going to explode!" Jill shouted at the three of them who already were skipping off looking all over for leprechauns, so Jill just stood there holding herself and trying as best as she could not to think about it.
"Maybe the leprechaun is over here by this babbling brook," Bill said as they all turned and looked at the stream gushing loudly in front of them.
"OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh," Jill moaned as she danced in place. "Please guys I really have to use the bathroom!"
"Then just go on a tree or something," Jack said.
"You know that I can't do that without peeing all over myself," Jill said.
"You could always just strip naked and then stand there and pee," Bill said with a laugh.
"So you guys can all sit there drunkenly watching me, I don't think so," Jill said as she folded her arms and continued jumping in place. "Please guys, you are just drunk. Once you sober up you will realize that there are no such thing as leprechauns."
"Well I am not giving up my chance at a fortune just because of your bladder Jill," James said. "We will keep looking for the leprechaun."
Jill pounded her fists against a tree and continue to limp along as the guys went around looking for leprechauns. Every so often she would check her watch.
"Okay guys it has been a half hour, you promised you would take me home after that," Jill said as beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.
"Okay I suppose that's only fair," said James.
"Hey guys over here," Jack said as all of them gathered around to look at a footprint in the mud.
"What is it?" Bill asked.
"It looks like the footprint of a boot," Jill said as she swayed back and forth.
"Exactly!" Jack shouted. "We all know that leprechauns always wear boots. These are leprechaun tracks!"
"Oh my God, enough with the freaking leprechauns already!" Jill said. "I just want to go to the God dammed bathroom. You promised if you didn't find a leprechaun within a half hour that you would take me home."
"Yeah but circumstances have changed," said James. "Now we have direct proof that the leprechaun was right here."
"No you don't!" Jill shouted. "That could be anyone's boot print. Plenty of people wear boots in the woods, that doesn't prove a leprechaun did it."
"On the other hand it doesn't prove that it wasn't a leprechaun," Jack said as the other two nodded in agreement with him. "Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. And in this case we have direct evidence that the leprechaun was right here."
"God dammit this is just drunk talk!" Jill shouted as she bent at the knees and grabbed herself.
"I promise Jill that after we follow these tracks if we don't find the leprechaun we will bring you right home," James said. "Scouts honor."
"You're not a Boy Scout!" Jill shouted.
"It's just a phrase," James said. "Now onward to the leprechaun!"
"First I think I have to go to the damn bathroom," Jack said.
Bill and James nodded in agreement and the three of them went and peed on the tree.
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Jill said as she moaned in agony.
"You can always join us," Bill said.
"Thanks, I think I'll pass," Jill said, although it was awfully tempting.
Having no choice, Jill followed the three guys as they followed the leprechaun tracks through the forest until it led them to a cave.
"You're not actually going to go into that dark cave are you?" Jill asked.
"We didn't come this far not to look in the cave," James said. "For all we know the leprechaun is in there."
"Or you know it could be nothing, or bats, or a serial killer's secret hideout, or some type of cave that is full of pornography," Jill said practically keeling over from the pain in her bladder.
"Cool a serial killer," said Jack.
"Wow an entire cave full of pornography," said Bill. "Now we have to check it out!"
Jill didn't like it, but not wanting to get lost in the woods on her own, she followed her three idiot companions into the cave hoping that once they saw that there was no leprechaun inside that they would finally give up and go home so that she could use the damn bathroom.
They walked a few paces until suddenly they found themselves in an area that was lit up by light from a hole in the top of the cave with a rainbow shining down onto a pot of gold.
"Oh my God it's a real-life pot of gold!" James shouted. "Told you so Jill."
Jill was astonished as she saw that clearly there was a pot of gold sitting right in front of them. "Still doesn't prove that there is a leprechaun in here," Jill said.
"Jill, seriously, now you're just being nitpicky," said Jack. "If a leprechaun didn't put it there who did?"
"I don't know, human beings," Jill said.
"Well at any rate, finders keepers," James said as the four of them approached the pot of gold.
"Aye lads and lasses," said a little man no more than half of their size wearing a little green suit with a little green hat who came and poked Jill right in the bladder with a shillelagh.
"Jesus Christ don't do that!" Jill shouted.
"What do you think you are doing trying to steal my pot of gold?" the little man said.
"Who are you?" Jill asked.
"I am the leprechaun," the little man said. "And this is my cave of treasures."
"Told you so!" James said.
"Okay fine I give up, there is a leprechaun!" Jill shouted. "But the question I want to know is that is there a bathroom around here?"
"I always just go in the woods," the leprechaun said.
"Not an option," Jill said as she continued to dance in place.
"See what we have to deal with," Bill said as he elbowed the leprechaun.
"Well at any rate this is my pot of gold and you can't have it," the leprechaun said.
"Finders keepers," James said.
"So that gives you a right to steal from me?" the leprechaun said. "The rules are that you can only have my gold if you capture me and you didn't capture me."
As the three guys argued with the leprechaun Jill couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh fuck this I can't wait anymore!" Jill said as she grabbed the pot of gold, dumped it out on top of the leprechaun, pulled down her pants and started using the pot like a chamber pot and filling it up. Finally she stood up and pulled up her pants and smiled. "That is so much better. Now as to the matter of you being captured, I think that being pinned under all of that gold means that we have effectively captured you as you are not going anywhere. So I think that that means that we are entitled to take the gold for ourselves."
The four of them began gathering up the gold and putting it into their pockets, purses and anywhere else that they could fit the gold. The leprechaun tried getting up to stop them but Jill just picked up the pot and dumped her pee on top of the leprechaun soaking him from head to toe.
The four of them then walked off with their clothes stuffed to the brim with as much gold as they could carry.
"I'm willing to admit that I was wrong about the leprechaun," Jill said. "And in the end I guess it all turned out pretty well for all of us. But seriously next time we are going to the bathroom first and then we can look for leprechauns afterwards. I think that that's only fair, isn't it?"
"I guess that's fair," said James. "If it weren't for you we wouldn't have gotten the gold anyway."
"Hey when you gotta go it's a strong motivator," said Jill as the four of them had a good laugh as they walked home with pockets full of gold.
The leprechaun meanwhile had to satisfy himself with what Jill had left him with.
The leprechaun shrugged as he rang out his clothing. "Well, I always did want a golden shower!" |
This is the first time in a long while that I've written something of this nature that contains only female desperation. Generally I do male desperation or a mixed situation with both a guy and a girl. Let me know how I did.
***
Naomi Shriver had begun senior year at a brand new school. She was so new, actually, that she had never been inside the building before. Still, things were going as well as they could be. Most of the other students didn’t take too much interest in her. Her new teachers had all been pretty nice. There was only one problem; the campus was huge. Naomi would have been willing to trade practically anything for a map of the school.
She had been wandering— or hobbling, rather— through the halls for quite some time. She didn’t care that she was doubtlessly soon to be late to her final class of the day. All she cared about was finding somewhere she could unload her brimming bladder. She was so desperate she would have been willing to squat over a bucket inside a storage closet, but she hadn’t even been lucky enough to find one of those, let alone a toilet.
Adding to her struggle was the fact she could barely manage to actually walk. Parting her legs even the slightest bit made her bladder issue threatening pulses. An image of herself standing in the middle of the school hallway with rivers of urine cascading down her legs kept appearing in her mind’s eye. With each new throb from her bladder, it seemed more likely that the image would become a reality.
She forced herself to keep searching, but none of the doors she passed were labeled with the sign she so badly wanted to see. Her thighs were clenched beneath her skirt, her legs stiffened and rigid. She found herself having to come to a complete stop multiple times. She wanted to put a hand beneath her skirt to cup herself, but settled instead for sticking it tight between her knees. She was eighteen, she couldn’t just hold herself like a little kid. But she wasn’t sure how long she could control herself, especially if she didn’t find a place to relieve herself very soon.
The late bell rang, causing Naomi to jump. Her hand instantly pressed itself between her thighs as the noise had nearly startled the pee out of her. She was late for class, but she couldn’t care less. The waistband of her skirt was pulled taut over the swell of her bladder and it was screaming at her to let go. She made a slow, pained walk down the next hall. The massive weight of liquid within her pulsed and pounded with each step. It was better to get a tardy slip than to wet herself.
Thank goodness, Naomi exhaled a very, very relieved breath when she caught sight of the sign for a women’s room near the end of the hall. Her bladder swelled even further and pinched at her more intensely as it recognized that relief would be coming in the next couple minutes. She pressed her hand a little tighter and picked up the pace. Oh, just the thought of sitting on the porcelain toilet, releasing all the pressure… Before she could get very close to the room she so urgently needed to visit, she heard a voice.
“Hold on,” the voice called.
Naomi did, in more ways than one.
“Have you got a hall pass, ma’am?” the voice demanded.
Naomi turned about, finding a slim, blonde teacher glaring at her. “No," was all Naomi could say, her entire focus glued to the tight ball of pressure within her abdomen. She had removed her hand from between her legs when she heard the voice, and badly needed it to be there again. She hoped that the damp feeling on the insides of her thighs was only sweat. She hadn’t felt herself pee at all, but with as desperate as she was she thought it was possible she could have leaked without realizing.
“You are not to roam the halls without a pass,” the teacher informed her tersely.
“I’m sorry,” Naomi stammered. Her bladder thrashed and sent a particularly sharp throb through her body. “It’s just— It’s my first day, and I was lost. I was trying to find—“
“Your name?” the teacher prompted.
"I'm sorry," Naomi said once more urgency seeping into her voice, “I need to—“
“Your name!" the teacher demanded in a more insistent tone that made Naomi know better than to argue.
"Naomi Shriver," Naomi replied. “Please, can I just—“
The teacher checked through the pages on her clipboard. “Naomi Shriver, 8th period, Calculus, Room 450,” she read. “Come along,” she commanded before gripping Naomi’s arm tightly and leading her down the hall. In the opposite direction from the toilet she so badly needed to seat herself on.
The sudden fierce change in momentum made Naomi struggle to keep up. Worse, it caused a quick burst of urine to spray into her panties. She instantly felt the warmth and dampness, along with a white hot bolt of fear. It took a few seconds for Naomi to wrench back control of her bladder, by which time she was sure there was a pretty sizable wet spot on her panties. Her bladder, now aware of what relief felt like from that brief, horrid loss of control, screamed at her to give back in and let the rest out as well.
“Pick up the pace,” the teacher ordered.
Naomi only groaned, an anguished noise brought on by the sensation of another leak. She clamped her muscles as tightly as she could, but the speed at which she was made to walk made that so difficult. Somehow, Naomi miraculously managed to cut the flow off once more.
"Here we are!" the teacher announced as the two came to a very, very abrupt and startling stop that resulted in a few more drips slipping from Naomi’s poor bladder. "Mr. Jamieson's Geometry class.”
There she was, alright. Once more far, far from the relief she needed. The relief that had been just within her grasp. Her bladder had loosened itself in anticipation when she’d seen that sign for the much-needed women’s room. Being dragged away from it and brought here seemed immeasurably cruel to her. She did not respond, only tried to catch her breath. She could feel her panties were very wet, and was terrified that they would become completely soaked at some point during class.
"Hurry up!" the teacher commanded, “You're late enough as it is!”
Naomi tried to tell herself she could make it. All the leaks ought to have taken the edge off, right? There was less in her now. She could hold it. And she knew where a toilet was from here. Just one more class, then she could dash back to the restroom, lock herself in a stall, seat herself, and let it all out. Just one hour. She could hold it for one hour.
***
Whatever confidence Naomi had felt upon entering Mr. Jamieson's classroom had completely evaporated. If only she could say the same for the liquid in her bladder.
Mr. Jamieson had really chewed her out for her lateness. He had been furious, and she hadn’t been able to get one word out to attempt to explain what had happened.
“Everything covered in this class is highly important. All of it will turn up on your tests. This is to better prepare you for college classes, so you had better learn it now to save yourself more trouble down the line. Lateness is not tolerated. See me after class to discuss this further. If someone needs to find you and escort you to my class again, you will receive a detention. Please, go sit down.”
Naomi fumbled and stumbled her way to a desk, laser focused on the eyes of her classmates that were targeting her, as well as the glare of her teacher. Worse, her bladder sent another frantic, urgent spasm before she’d made it to her desk. She clenched her legs together, trying not to let her desperation show on her face. She sat down on her chair, wishing she could be on a different sort of seat, and placed one of her hands against herself as Mr. Jamieson returned to his lesson.
Mr. Jamieson may have been a jerk, but he was a decent teacher. As he spoke, the concepts became clear. It even made sense to Naomi, whom had always been terrible at math. She tried to focus on the lesson, on understanding everything she needed to know. She tried to get lost in it, taking notes with the hand she wasn’t using to help hold it in. And it worked. For five minutes. Then she felt something warm and wet pulse into her cupped hand.
Her other hand dropped down to assist the first. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing. The flow clamped back off. But, even though she’d released some of her pee, her bladder actually felt fuller than it had before. She had to go so, so, so bad! She couldn’t take notes anymore. She couldn’t move either one of her hands. Every time she started to, her bladder would cramp and push and try to spray out everything it was containing. She just sat there with both hands against herself, thighs pressed tightly together, knees turned against one another, all in a frantic, mad effort to impede her pee. The concepts of the class were now completely incomprehensible. The only thing Naomi could understand was the phrase; “I have to pee!” She lifted her head slightly to look up at the clock.
Thirty five minutes remained. Thirty five minutes! She felt like she was going to pee within thirty five seconds, but she was expected to contain it for thirty five minutes!? She groaned audibly, knees both bouncing uncontrollably.
Naomi spent the next half hour lost in her own personal torture chamber. She couldn’t stop her expression from twisting up the same way the entire lower half of her body already was. Three more leaks had assailed her. Her hands felt wet and slick. She hoped nothing had made it to her chair yet.
“Your homework assignment is written on the board. You have the rest of class to start on it," Mr. Jamieson said as he sat down at his desk. “And, Naomi, don’t forget to see me after class.”
Naomi managed to turn her book to the assigned page, but that was it. She couldn’t do the assignment. All she could do was hold herself, bounce her knees, cross her legs, and plead for the universe to make time move faster. Even if it was just five minutes, it may as well have been five hours for how quickly it went by to Naomi. She danced in her seat, she blinked back tears, she felt tiny drops escape her clenched hold every ten seconds or so.
At last, the bell rang.
But, of course, she couldn’t leave yet. She hobbled up to Mr. Jamieson’s desk, feeling more of her pee dribble into her thoroughly drenched panties, and the hands she could not remove from beneath herself.
“Naomi," Mr. Jamieson said, not looking up from the papers on his desk. "This is your first day here, isn’t it?”
“Yes," Naomi replied, dancing from foot to foot, pressing her hands tighter and tighter against herself. She wound her legs together, bobbed up and down. She didn't hear a word of what Mr. Jamieson said, too lost in the white-noise of her desperation. She felt the pee pushing hard against her sphincter, felt that thin bit of muscle forget how to do its task, felt another trickle re-wet her panties, then finally felt herself back in control of things.
“That’s it,” Mr. Jamieson said as Naomi came back to awareness of the world that existed outside of her bladder. “You can go.”
Naomi nodded. But, she couldn’t really ‘go’. Not yet. She had to get back to the restroom. She wanted to run there at the speed of sound, but was instead forced to take tiny, contorted steps that barely made a dent in the journey she had to make. Every few steps, another drop would escape. Just a drop, nothing compared to the leaks she’d had to clamp off in the classroom. And certainly nothing compared to the ocean she was still holding back. But, still enough to make her face burn with shame. Everyone who looked at her was surely under no illusions about what she was going through. A girl stumbling through the halls of her school, barely able to take a few steps without stopping, both her hands pressed firmly beneath her skirt. It was obvious she was having the worst bladder emergency of her life. She tried to ignore the looks from others in the hallway. Some were amused, some almost sympathetic.
She made it back to the restroom she’d been so cruelly dragged away from an hour ago, her bladder infinitely fuller than it had been then. She pushed open the door with her elbow, unable to remove either of her hands from their current placement. She was going to be on the toilet in a few seconds, she was going to be free to pee, finally… She stepped inside and was greeted with the worst thing she could have seen.
There was a line.
Seven girls ahead of her. The one at the front in a similar state to herself, bobbing up and down and cupping herself. The second in line seemed better off, just swaying from foot to foot a little. The third wasn’t acting too desperate. The last four looked as ready to burst as Naomi was.
There were only two stalls? Who made that decision? This was a huge school, why would they give girls only two toilets? But the worst parts were the sounds that were coming from those stalls. The sounds of those lucky girls getting their much needed relief, the powerful hiss of long-held liquid spraying into the toilet water below. Naomi would give anything to be in one of their positions right now. She whimpered as several seconds passed and the girls in both stalls were still going strong.
Finally, one of the toilets flushed and one of the girls exited her stall. The girl at the front of the line bolted past her. She loudly fumbled the lock into place and Naomi was unable to drag her attention away as she watched that girl’s feet move closer to the toilet as she sat down. Naomi was also unable to block out the almost immediate sound of the other girl’s stream pounding the water of the bowl, nor could she ignore the moan of relief that fell from the girl’s lips alongside it.
Naomi coiled her legs tighter around each other, pressing even harder with her hands. She felt a stream sliding down one of her legs. The second stall opened, and another girl entered it. More hissing and splashing filled the room a second later. More girls getting relief, but not Naomi. She wanted to ask the girls ahead of her to please, please let her cut because she’d been wetting herself on and off for over an hour. But, most of them looked just as desperate as she was, it was unlikely any of them would be willing to give up their place in line.
A stall opened. The third girl whom Naomi hadn’t thought looked very desperate took it. It seemed she’d just been very good at concealing her desperation, because only a couple seconds later Naomi heard her peeing with the force of a firehose. Naomi couldn’t manage to hold back the anguished moan at how loud it was, her mind forcing her to consider how good the other girl must have been feeling. How much Naomi wished she could feel that way!
The door to the restroom opened and a girl got in line behind Naomi with a groan. “This is ridiculous,” she said, irritated. “Every time I have to go, there’s a line.”
“I know, right?” One of the girls ahead of Naomi said. “And they never let us leave class. I’ve been holding it since— Oh, thank God!” the girl said as one of the stalls opened itself to her. She dashed inside. Naomi whimpered again. She wanted to cover her ears from the sounds of other girls peeing or washing their hands, but if she stopped cupping herself she’d pee on the floor in an instant. Tears sprung to her eyes once more from the strain, the embarrassment, the torture. She hadn’t felt like she actually, genuinely just COULDN’T hold it since she was a kid! This was so unacceptable for an eighteen year old. She was an adult, she shouldn’t have been potty-dancing and on the verge of tears just because she needed to go pee!
Another stall opened. Another girl took her relief. Naomi tried to steady herself. Only two more people ahead of her. She could make it. She was constantly dribbling little drops, but she could make it. As those final two girls took their turns, Naomi turned her attention to the sinks. She was struck by the fantasy of ripping her panties down, climbing onto one and just letting it out without a care in the world for the stares it would get her. She closed her eyes tightly against the vision.
At long last, a stall door opened. Naomi dashed over to it as fast as she could. An unwise move as the shock of the sudden movement caused her to start trickling again. She practically shoved the girl leaving the stall out of the way, giving her a very tense “Sorry”. She shakily drew the lock into place, her stream still coming out slowly as she was still trying so hard to hold back.
There was no time to get her panties down. If she tried she’d pee on the floor and make a huge mess. She just lifted her skirt and seated herself with them still on. The stream that had been leaking for her since she’d bolted for the stall instantaneously transformed into a waterfall. Since she was peeing through her panties, she felt warmth spreading out underneath her. She couldn’t bring herself to care that she was ruining them. They had probably been ruined anyway, and this felt way too mind-numbingly good for her to care about anything else. Her bladder pulsed a few more times, even as it was releasing its torrent. She tilted her head back, shutting her eyes, just taking it all in. She didn’t think she’d ever felt anything this good before in her life. She couldn’t reign in her vocal chords enough to keep herself from vocalizing her relief aloud, even as she blushed with the knowledge that everyone in the room could hear her. They could hear her stream spraying out of her like a compressed water-balloon, forcefully spraying the water below with the power of a torrential rainstorm. They could hear the cries of relief that fell from her lips; “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…..” She couldn’t feel ashamed of any of it. How could she, when she’d gone through so much suffering and succeeded? She’d earned this. She’d earned this wonderful, glorious feeling.
When her stream slowed down to a trickle and the last few drops began to patter out of her, reality returned to her. She was sitting on a toilet, peeing away, with her panties still up. She hadn’t given much thought as to what was going to happen afterwards. She stood back up once she was sure she was finally, blessedly empty, and felt the wet garment squish between her legs. There didn’t seem to be anywhere to stash them that they wouldn’t be found… Not that she wanted to walk home with nothing on underneath, anyway.
It was going to be an unpleasant walk home, and she’d have to find somewhere to ditch her soiled panties before her parents got home, but it could have been worse. At least she didn’t have a complete accident in class with everyone watching. She had made it. For the most part. Technically.
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If you want to know what Naomi looks like, here's a drawing I've done of her. (Granted, not in the same outfit I describe in this story.) You can find a few more images in my gallery.
Edited March 17, 2021 by segaface
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You guys seem to like this, so I'll be continuing. Bit of male desperation in this one, as I decided to give Naomi a friend/possible love interest. Illustrations for this chapter may come later.
Chapter Two
It was now the third week of school, but Naomi was still no better at navigating the broad campus of her high school. Her classes appeared to be scattered across one side of the school, while the all-important bathrooms seemed to all hide at the other. With Naomi continually getting turned around or otherwise lost, she'd had several close calls since the day she’d ended up peeing through her panties. She couldn't keep track of all the times she'd left the bathroom slightly damp after just barely making it. Today, she feared she would have another near-accident.
Naomi was wandering the halls, praying with tightly knotted legs that she could get to the restroom before she’d have to hurry to class. Suddenly, the bell rang, as she knew it would. Looking around with a tiny spark of hope, Naomi spotted that rude hall-monitor just outside the room that she needed to visit so badly. There was no way to get into the restroom without being reprimanded for wandering the halls now. She hurried to class and resigned herself to having to hold it even longer than she already had.
Naomi took a seat at the far rear fo the room, and instantly her knees took to frantic bouncing. During lunchtime, the line for the restroom had been out the door and she hadn’t gotten to a toilet before the time was up. She hadn’t had any other opportunity to go since then. Naomi focused ahead on class and was able to take notes for 15 minutes before she had to sneak a hand down to cup herself.
Naomi thought her new school was nice enough. The cafeteria food was better here than it had been at her last school. There wasn’t as much homework. The other kids were mostly nice. But, the toilet situation was just ridiculous. She found herself wondering if the designer of the school was just a moron, or if he’d taken some kind of sick joy in constructing a building that would force all of the students to risk accidents daily.
She knew she was not the only person that was struggling. She’d heard others talking to friends about how they were dying for a pee, had seen them squirm and fidget through classes, and had even seen one boy sheepishly exit the restroom with a small spot of wetness next to his fly. But, while her classmates seemed resigned to their fate, Naomi did not want to be. She didn’t know how complicated the process was to install new toilets into a building, but she knew it was perfectly easy to provide a longer passing period between classes, and let students have a toilet break during class every now and then. Yet, not one of the teachers here seemed to think that not wetting oneself was worth missing a few minutes of class.
To distract from her awful need to use the toilet, she tried brainstorming ways to fix the problem. She supposed she could start a petition for teachers to allow bathroom breaks during class-time. She shouldn’t have any trouble getting signatures, and they’d have to listen if enough people were complaining, right?
Soon, Naomi could no longer dwell on possible future solutions to the situation, all she could dwell on was the here and now. And, right now, she had to pee so badly that she could hardly breathe. She was taking in tiny, little puffs of air. Breathing deeply placed pressure onto her bladder and made it scream to be released, not caring that it was a classroom chair she was seated on and not a toilet. She’d already leaked once. Her legs alternated between bouncing uncontrollably and banging against one another. She crossed them, uncrossed them, recrossed them, begging her bladder to hold it together a while longer. A tiny squeak of surprise fell from her lips as she felt a jet of pee soak into her panties. She bounced frantically in her chair, pressing both hands against herself as she struggled to plug up the leak. She managed to stem the tide, but the massive ocean of liquid was still pleading to be released as it pushed forcefully against the tiny ring of muscle that held it at bay.
This repeated a few times. She’d begin to pee, clench with all her might, recover, and a few minutes later another spurt would wet her cooling panties.
The bell rang. At last! Naomi gingerly got to her feet, maintaining her fraying control of her bladder. She took minced, contorted steps from the room, noting that several of her classmates were doing the same. The sight reminded her of her earlier idea to start a petition to change the bathroom break policy. She would have to think of a way to frame it that the teachers would have no choice but to agree. She would emphasize that nobody could concentrate on classwork when they were too busy trying not to have an accident. They would have to listen then!
By the time she reached the girls’ room she’d been fantasizing about for what felt like days, the line was all the way out the door! She found herself stepping into place behind several other bursting girls that were swaying on their feet and praying for the line to move faster. Naomi had expected a line, but not one this huge. She didn’t know if she could make it.
Even the line for the boys’ room across the hall was massive, everyone in it clearly just as desperate as the girls were. Still, it at least seemed to be moving a little faster.
As a couple girls emerged, pink faced, from the restroom, Naomi concentrated all her might on holding it. It was going to be a while before she had her turn on one of the toilets, so she needed to do whatever she could to wait until then. Since her first day at this school, she had become very skilled at pee-dancing. She’d had a great deal of practice at it, after all.
She didn’t feel nearly that embarrassed to be jumping from foot to foot, winding her legs together, or even openly holding herself anymore. All her classmates found themselves doing the same at least once a week. So, that was what she did as she waited. But, no matter how experienced she suddenly was at this particular dance, it wasn’t enough to make her stop dribbling. Every few seconds almost, it seemed a few drops would escape her over-stretched bladder. She’d feel her damp panties suddenly go warm again as she continued to cup herself, and it would fill her with panic that today was going to be the day; the day she finally had a complete accident at school.
Soon, she was nearly through the line enough to actually get into the restroom. Something that she was both looking forward to and dreading; Looking forward to it since it meant she’d be closer to actually using a toilet, and dreading it because she’d be able to hear each girl ahead of her spray their long held streams into the porcelain. That was one of the most torturous things about these long lines, she was forced to endure the sounds of relief that wasn’t hers.
She glanced back over at the line for the boys’ room. It was still out the door as well, since many other guys had joined it since she’d last looked. She recognized one of them as the boy who’d had the wet spot on his fly after evidently not completely making it. One glance at him told her that he was in a similar state today. His legs were wound together much as hers were, and both his hands were against himself. He had the most pained expression on his face that Naomi thought she’d ever seen on anybody. His eyes were scrunched shut, his teeth were gritted, his cheeks were flushed bright pink.
Flushed. Ohhh, Naomi should not have thought that word! She cupped herself tighter as a fresh spurt of pee forced its way past her barriers. For reasons she could not discern, her eyesight kept being drawn back to that one guy. He seemed noticeably more desperate than anyone ahead of or behind him. He almost looked like he was about to start crying, and she felt really bad. Her chest actually seemed to clench in sympathy for him. He’d already had a near accident one time before (At least, that she knew of), and now he was on the verge of one again! It was such an unfair situation. He looked about the same age as her, an eighteen year old guy about to pee his pants at school like a Kindergarten student! She was sure he’d be first in line to sign her petition.
Suddenly, his screwed shut eyes flew wide open, and an instant after that, he had bolted from the line and was running towards the back exit of the school. Naomi grew worried. Was he wetting himself? Was he okay?
Naomi steeled herself, thinking herself crazy for what she was about to do. But, she did it anyway. Naomi, her bladder so full that it felt like it must have been the size of a watermelon, stepped out of the line that led to her salvation. She didn’t know what she was doing, she didn’t even know this guy’s name, all she knew was how he must have been feeling and that he probably needed a friend.
She was leaking steadily the entire walk to the exit. She could feel her hands growing soaked as they kept pressing to hold back the massive flood. The flood that she knew was now almost guaranteed to be running down her legs in a few minutes. She pushed against the door with her body and stepped outside, looking for where that guy might have gone.
She didn’t need to think too hard about where someone would go if they were having an accident. She was, after all, in the process of having one of those right now, and where she wanted to be was somewhere secluded. The most secluded area she saw was a small, forested area a bit behind the school. It wasn’t far, but getting there caused more and more of her pee to flow out. It was running all down her legs now. She could feel some of it start to seep into her socks by the time she arrived at her destination.
As predicted, that guy was hiding out here. But, he hadn’t had an accident like she’d thought. At least not completely. There was a lot of wetness going down one of his pant-legs, making it pretty obvious he hadn’t had full control over his bladder today… But, aside from that, his fly was down, his… thing was out. And he was peeing a huge, forceful waterfall against the bark of a tree, his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut in utter bliss as he released a low moan. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh....."
"Oh!" Naomi couldn’t help the squeak that came from her mouth. She’d never seen a guy’s… parts before. And she’d certainly never seen a guy peeing!
His eyes snapped open upon hearing her exclamation, his gaze darted to her and he released an “Oh!” of his own, before frantically trying to stuff his still gushing dick back into his pants. He hadn’t managed to cut off the flow from his bladder, and it continued to pour into his clothes. “Oh! No, no!” he stammered, clutching at himself and begging. “Stop!” But, his body did not listen to his pleas, his bladder just kept draining until it was completely empty.
Well, that made three firsts from Naomi. The first time she’d seen a guy’s private area. The first time she’d seen a guy pee. And the first time she’d seen an adult have an accident… Technically, that last part was her fault, too.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen anybody’s face as red as that guy’s was in that moment. She felt awful. She’d come out here to make him feel better, and instead she’d seen him in a private moment and led to him having a worse accident than he’d already had! She didn’t know what to say and mumbled a tiny “Sorry…”
He turned from her and tried to hide his face in his hands. Which only made her feel worse. “Please, just don’t tell anyone,” he begged.
Naomi never would have even thought to tell anyone. She’d never do something so mean. But, how could he trust someone he didn’t know? She realized there was one way she could prove to him that she was trustworthy. And, it was probably something that was going to happen in a few minutes anyway. Her bladder had never stopped issuing more tiny dribbles down her thighs during all that. It was a wonder he hadn’t noticed all the streams that were already decorating her legs. “I won’t tell,” she said. “It’s okay, I can’t hold it anymore either.”
With that, she stopped all her efforts at keeping her liquid where it belonged. In an instant the little dribbles and streams that had been steadily seeping from her transformed into a torrential downpour. Instantly the storm sprayed through the damp material of her panties, pouring all down her legs, coating her socks and shoes and turning the dirt beneath her to mud.
It was a very strange feeling to Naomi. While she’d peed in her panties on her first day of school when she hadn’t been able to take them off in time, that wasn’t quite the same as this. Then, she’d been sitting down, the position she was used to urinating in. And she’d felt the seat of the toilet underneath her, heard the familiar sound of a stream colliding with the water of the bowl below. Her legs had remained mostly dry through the ordeal.
Here, there was none of that. She was standing up… Well, mostly anyway, the feeling of relief that overtook her the minute she released had made her hunch over a bit and need to put a hand onto a tree to steady herself. Still, peeing standing up felt unusual to her. She felt nothing beneath her but the warm and soaked material of her underwear. The only sound was more akin to a rainstorm pounding the dirt than the usual sound of her pee striking the toilet. Her legs were getting drenched, even as she tried to part them a bit more to spare them from the deluge.
And, beyond that, that guy was looking at her. Nobody ever looked at her while she peed. She was always behind a locked door or safely nestled in a stall. But, now, his eyes were on her as she peed. And not into a toilet, but into her clothes. His face was still red as he watched her display, and she felt her own cheeks start to burn. What in the world had she been thinking? With any of this? Why didn’t she just stay in line? She could have peed into a toilet, then!
Even as she began to feel flooded with shame, it was not enough to overpower the relief she felt at just letting it all out. The longer she peed, and the more aware she became of her audience, the more she wondered how much she could have possibly had in there. She didn’t think she’d ever peed quite this much before, not even on her first day of school. When her stream finally started to die down and taper off, she was sure that it had been over a minute since she’d started going, not even counting all the leaks she’d had.
Once she was empty, she stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t as though there were any guidelines for what a girl should say to a guy she’d just met, right after they’d both peed themselves in front of one another. This probably wasn’t anyone’s idea of a ‘meet-cute’.
“Um…” The guy broke the silence. “You’re…”
Naomi dreaded what he was about to say. It was probably something along the lines of ‘Really weird and gross. Why did you follow me out here? You made me freaking piss myself! Why would you think peeing yourself in front of somebody is okay? What’s wrong with you?!’
“…Really bold,” was what he said instead.
“I—Is that a good thing?” Naomi asked.
“It’s… a different thing,” he said. “Most girls probably would have just laughed at me, or left without saying anything. Really didn’t expect you to just... Up and pee yourself like that.”
“I meant it when I said I couldn’t hold it,” Naomi said. “I wasn’t only trying to make you feel better. I’d been holding that all day. They really need to give us more time to use the restroom if they aren’t gonna provide us with enough toilets.”
“They do,” he agreed. “This is the third time I’ve had to run out here because of the line. The other two times at least didn’t end with me… Uh…”
“I’m really sorry about that,” Naomi said. “I just… I saw you run off all the sudden like that and wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t think you’d have your… Zip down, and all.”
“It’s fine, it was an accident,” he said. “You just really freaked me out coming out of nowhere like that. I’m Aidyn by the way.”
“Naomi,” Naomi introduced.
“I’d say it was nice meeting you, but these were some pretty awful circumstances.”
Naomi laughed, “Hey, I was thinking of starting a petition. So things like this don’t happen anymore. Want to help me with it?”
“Hey, you didn’t laugh at an eighteen year old guy pissing himself in a forest, so you seem cool to me. I’ll be glad to help you.”
“Thank you,” Naomi said happily.
As Aidyn left her alone, she hoped he lived somewhere close by, or had a car or something. Anything to prevent onlookers from seeing him walk home in soaked pants.
Which reminded her of the fact that she still had to walk home. She inspected the damage. Her socks had a yellow tint, patches of her skirt were soaked through. It was obvious that she’d peed herself. She just had to hope nobody saw her.
She kept to the woodsy area as much as she could on her walk home. By the time she had no choice but to get onto the open sidewalk, she was nearly there. Nobody was out walking at that time, which she was grateful for.
The first thing she did upon reaching home was peel off her wet clothing and step into the shower. She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Strangely, it was not her accident that she kept dwelling on, but what had happened prior to it. Seeing Aidyn peeing against the tree. The... That look on his face. So relaxed looking. She could not erase it from her memory. It was… Strangely cute. There was something bizarrely intimate about watching him get so much enjoyment from such a basic function of life.
She also couldn’t stop thinking about the noise he’d been making. The moan as his pee sprayed so forcefully against the bark, it had been so full of pleasure, and so intense sounding. Had he really felt that good just from peeing? She wished she hadn’t made that noise and startled him like that. Not only would he not have fumbled his way into an accident, she would have been able to continue watching.
Wait, where in the world did that thought come from!? Why would she want to watch Aidyn pee?! That was just weird! She needed to think about something else, anything else. But, her mind kept going back to that, as well as how it had felt to pee herself with him watching. It had been embarrassing, but almost kind of exciting? If only because she was doing something that she knew she shouldn’t have been.
Whatever, she told herself. The petition would be made and this problem would be solved, then she wouldn’t have to continue troubling herself with these things ever again.
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Chapter Three
That weekend, Aidyn came over to Naomi’s house to help her draft the petition. The past few days had been more of the same for Naomi, with her barely scrambling to get her damp panties down before throwing herself onto one of the toilets at school after hours of holding it. She, at least, hadn’t wet herself since the day she’d met Aidyn, but each way-too-close-call made her more eager to get the petition underway.
The other aspect of the past few days was one she hadn’t expected. Aidyn was in many of her classes, particularly ones close to the end of the day. And, very often, Naomi would notice him getting… fidgety. She would find herself staring as he uncomfortably adjusted position, crossed his legs together at the ankles, stretched them out, bounced his knees… She’d be weirdly transfixed by the way he was moving. The only thing that would snap her out of it was a pang from her own bladder reminding her that they were very much in the same boat… And then spasming again to chastise her for thinking about boats that rested in the water.
She didn’t know why she was so interested in Aidyn’s squirming, it shouldn’t have been so fascinating. So Aidyn had to pee really bad. So what? So did she. So did everyone else, pretty much. But, she couldn’t stop feeling interested in it. She couldn’t stop her mind wandering to how he must have been feeling with so much straining to come out when he had nowhere to release it. She didn’t need to do much to imagine it, since she was feeling the exact same way. Did it feel different with guy-parts at all? She supposed maybe holding it was easier for him since he had a bit more of something to grab and try to pinch closed?
She also found herself imagining how it felt when he let it out. Did that feel different to guys? It must have since they did it standing up, right? It was probably fun to pee standing up, because you could make it go in a bunch of directions. That probably made things easier, too. Aidyn could pee in a lot of places Naomi would have a hard time with. He could pee into bottles, or outside, or—
Why was she thinking about this?! It was just making her own need worse! Why was she so fascinated by the idea of this guy peeing?! That was gross! Maybe she just thought it was funny? But, no, she hadn’t felt at all like laughing when she’d seen him have an accident. She’d just felt bad… She didn’t feel like laughing when she thought about that expression he’d made when relieving himself, either. She felt like… Well, she didn’t really know what she felt like, but it wasn’t that.
When Aidyn came over, it was still the only thing on her mind. That look of pure bliss on his face… She… Well, she wanted to see it again, she knew that much for sure. She had to just admit it, she just wanted to see Aidyn pee after really, really needing to do so for a long time. Maybe if she saw it again, this time all the way through, the weird thoughts would stop. She would have seen it, so it would be out of her system.
But, how could she see it? She couldn’t follow him into the restroom anywhere. Not in public, she was a girl! She couldn’t go into the men’s room! Especially not for the sole purpose of watching somebody pee! Not at home, Aidyn wouldn’t just let her do that!
No, it would have to be outdoors, like the first time. She had to find a way to get him desperate somewhere that the only option for relief would be outside, where she could see that adorable look on his face again.
So, she told him that they needed to get some supplies for the petitions. “It will look so much more professional if we have colored paper, you know?” she said.
“I guess so,” Aidyn said.
They walked to the mall. It was a pretty long walk, and Naomi made sure to rush Aidyn right out the door, no time to stop at the toilet if he needed it. They picked out some fancy stationary paper, and then stopped at the food court. Which Naomi decided was just perfect. It would give her the opportunity to fill Aidyn up with a few drinks. She wasn’t sure how to get him to drink a whole bunch for a second, but then inspiration struck her. “Soda drinking contest, go!” she declared, gulping down her own drink.
Aidyn laughed at her and started doing the same. When they’d finished them off, Naomi said it was a tie, and they needed to do it again to decide a winner. On the second round, Aidyn definitely finished before Naomi did, so she said; “Best two out of three?” The third round commenced, and Naomi was the clear winner. So, a fourth round was held. They finished close enough to the same time that Naomi was able to declare another tie, and in total she was able to get Aidyn to drink down five big sodas in under half an hour.
She completely missed the fact that she’d just done the exact same thing.
They wandered the mall for a bit longer, but Naomi knew they needed to leave before Aidyn realized he needed the restroom, so she started to urge him out. They really needed to work on making the petitions look all nice, after all. “We should really get to work, don’t you think?”
“I would say so,” Aidyn agreed. “Before we leave, I should probably use the restroom, though.”
Naomi had to try very hard not to let her disappointment show. She guessed there was still a chance Aidyn would get desperate, she didn’t think it had been long enough for all the soda to work through his body, but now it was less likely she’d get her wish.
Fate, however, must have been smiling on her. The men’s room by the mall’s exit was being cleaned. Aidyn couldn’t use it. She watched his expression very closely as he realized that. His brows knit together a bit for a second, but only for a second. If Naomi hadn’t been paying such close attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it.
“Oh, well, the women’s is still open,” Aidyn said. “If you need—“
Naomi did feel a small pulse from her bladder, but she was more focused on her goal. What if Aidyn went off and found an open men’s room while she was still peeing? That wouldn’t do at all! “I’m fine,” she said. “Let’s just go. I know a shortcut back to my place.”
The shortcut went through the wooded area of town, where if someone was really desperate to pee, their only option would be to use a bush. It also wasn’t actually a shortcut and would add more time to their route. But, Aidyn didn’t need to know that.
Naomi watched him as they made their way toward the wooded trails. He came to a stop in front of a gas station. “Naomi, I’m sorry, but—“
Naomi knew what he was going to ask, “Come on, we have to get home! We can’t let these petitions wait another week!”
“Well… Okay,” Aidyn said. “I’m being silly. You drank as much as I did and you don’t have to go yet. I can wait.”
Naomi wanted to praise him, but that would have sounded weird. She noticed a more serious throb from her bladder when he’d mentioned her lack of a need to pee. Her bladder was insisting that his assumptions were completely wrong. The sodas Naomi had drunk were beginning to stretch it out, and it thought Aidyn’s idea of taking a pee break at the gas station was a good one, even if Naomi herself didn’t.
Naomi told herself to ignore the pulsing in her middle. It would just go away soon, probably. Then, she’d see Aidyn pee again and get this weird fixation out of her head. By the time they were deeper into the trails, she was thinking her judgement had been wrong. She had to go really, really bad. It had come on very suddenly, like all five of those huge sodas just slammed into her bladder all at once.
After all the encouragement she’d given Aidyn to just hold it until they got back to her house, she didn’t want to show any sign of need. Still, her steps had become much tinier and more careful. She was trying very hard not to slosh the liquid inside of her back and forth too much.
Aidyn, however, didn’t have much reason not to show what he was going through. He was walking cross-legged, something Naomi found very interesting since it contorted his steps so badly. He’d tripped a few times, and she was sure at least one of those had made him spring a leak since his hand went to palm his crotch just for a second. When they’d stopped for a moment, he’d immediately started bouncing in place on his toes.
He was wearing a thin sleeveless shirt, which was much skimpier than what he wore to school. It allowed Naomi to notice a bit of swelling just beneath his navel that hadn’t been there when they’d still been at her house. When she realized that it was his full bladder, stretched with all the soda she’d had him drink, it made her feel funny.
Since her own bladder was giving her so much trouble, she glanced down and examined if she had a bump like that, too. She did. It wasn’t as obvious as Aidyn’s was, didn’t protrude nearly as far, but it was there. Not only did her bladder feel full to bursting, it looked it, too. Being so desperate to pee while Aidyn was also so full was exciting to her for some reason. She didn’t have to imagine how he was feeling, because the sensation was being mirrored in her own body.
As they kept walking, Naomi mis-stepped and stumbled. When she stumbled, the first bit of her pee came out. It was a long, hot jet that blasted through her panties and against her inner thighs. She cupped herself to make it stop, clenching and clenching and clenching as she timidly rose back onto her feet.
“You okay?” Aidyn asked.
“Fine,” Naomi promised.
Aidyn noticed her hands were still buried beneath her skirt. “Starting to feel it now?” he asked. “Took you long enough. I’ve been dying for, like, an hour. Are we nearly there?”
“Nearly,” Naomi said. But, they weren’t. In fact, she’d purposefully led him around in a circle for the last hour. Her bladder was furious with her for that, throbbing more and more with each second, asking if she just wanted to have an accident or something.
They kept walking. Now that Aidyn knew she had to go, Naomi didn’t mind holding herself in front of him. Every time they stopped at a fork in the road and Aidyn asked which way they should go, they were both jiggling in place. After another forty five minutes, Aidyn had to stop every few steps, which truth be told, Naomi was grateful for since walking had become difficult for her as well. Each time he stopped, Aidyn would grip himself tight, apologizing to Naomi for acting that way in front of her, that he just couldn’t help it because he had to go so bad.
Naomi assured him she didn’t mind. She didn’t add that she was really, really enjoying his performance. His little dance was just so cute to her that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Every wince, every shift in his posture, every grab, every half-mumbled curse… It was just adorable! It was almost enough to distract her from her own need, that had built its way into a true emergency not too long ago.
Almost.
She realized that she couldn’t stay out here much longer. She needed to get home and use the toilet or else she’d be peeing herself in front of Aidyn for a second time. She’d already had a couple more leaks, but nothing too major. Even if she hadn’t succeeded in her goal of watching Aidyn pee again, she’d gotten to see him get very, very desperate and that was almost as good.
So, finally, she actually started leading him in the correct direction. Now that she was on the right path, her bladder felt more and more like it was about to spray its contents down her legs and into the dirt below. It was very angry with her for ignoring it in favor of this bizarre quest she was on. Each step caused a little to come out. Not very much, just a drop or two, but it happened on every, single step. At this rate, she’d probably dribble out everything by the time she was home.
Aidyn suddenly came to a dead stop, and Naomi heard a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “I— I’m sorry, Naomi. I have to pee so bad. Like, you have no idea.”
Naomi was pretty sure she did have an idea, but didn’t say anything.
“Can I just—“ He removed one of his hands from the vice-grip it had had on his dick to gesture at the surrounding foliage. “Please? It’s an emergency.”
Naomi said nothing for a moment. This was what she’d wanted, but his pleading was doing something to her that his desperation alone hadn’t.
“Naomi, I— I wouldn’t normally do this in front of a girl, but I seriously can’t wait. It’s so bad. Please? It’s okay with you, right?”
“Oh, you mean you want to pee here?” Naomi asked, trying to pretend she hadn’t understood perfectly well.
“Yes,” Aidyn kept pleading. “Please, Naomi? Just… Say it’s okay so I don’t feel so gross? It’s… Ah… It’s coming out…”
Those words… Dear God… Those words. “Okay, go ahead.” She was trying to figure out an excuse to follow him, when he just immediately turned around a bit on his heels, unzipped right where he was, pulled himself out and let it flow. Apparently, he had become so desperate he didn’t have the time to walk further out away from her.
The face he made was gorgeous. There was no other word to describe it. His head tipped backward, his eyes gently closed, his lips parted. A few seconds later, a moan fell from them; “Ahhhhhhhhhh…. God…. I’m so sorry, Naomi. I just… Ohhhhh….”
Naomi didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The sounds he was making were intensifying the fascination she felt. She knew she shouldn’t do what she did next, but her eyesight dropped down a bit to his dick and the liquid that was erupting from it. A clear, consistent stream of long-held pee spraying the dirt with the force of a fire hose and creating a fizzing puddle.
The entire thing was amazing to see. His expression, the sounds— both from his throat and from his stream hissing out— the forcefulness of his pee… It was just so… Interesting. It almost made her want to—to—
To pee!
Her bladder was really convulsing now. If she’d thought hearing other girls pee while she waited in line for a stall made her need amplify, then watching Aidyn pee like a racehorse that had gorged itself on diuretics as he moaned like a porno actor was like giving her own bladder a megaphone. She had to go. She had to go right now. There was no more holding it.
She’d never done this before in her life, but there was no time to figure it out. She tore her panties down and squatted before unleashing an absolute ocean of pee. It sprayed everywhere, creating a huge muddy puddle beneath her. Despite her best efforts, some of it went onto her feet and ankles. She had no idea how this was supposed to work, and was just making a mess, but thank God it wasn’t in her clothes.
When they’d both finished they just stood in that spot for a while, trying to catch their breaths. Aidyn thanked Naomi profusely for not being angry at him for needing to do that, and Naomi thanked him for not turning around to look at her before she’d finished. Everything was okay.
But then, Aidyn said something that made Naomi’s heart stop cold; “I know you did all that on purpose.” |
Last night I wrote a new St. Patrick's Day desperation story. Originally I was thinking I was going to write a story about somebody getting desperate drinking on St. Patrick's Day ,but I already put that in one of my other St. Patrick's Day story that I wrote back in March 2018 in my old blog at https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/2018/03/17/ so I figured it would be redundant to write another St. Patrick's Day story, until I suddenly off the top of my head thought of a unique idea about how you don't really see many female leprechauns, and that made me think, naturally, being me, what would female leprechauns do in regards to the bathroom?! The story pretty much generated itself from there. Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/5281.html
Lucy the Cross Legged Leprechaun
Jill was walking through the forest one day and she came across a small looking woman dressed all in green.
"Hello what are you doing out here in the middle of the forest," Jill said. "My name is Jill."
"I'm Lucy," the woman said as she shook Jill's hand. "And I'm a leprechaun."
"A leprechaun, I've never even seen a leprechaun before, let alone a lady leprechaun. In fact I didn't even know that they had lady leprechauns."
"But where do you think that baby leprechauns come from?"
"I have never actually thought about that, I have never even seen a baby leprechaun. In fact every time I've ever seen a leprechaun depicted it has been a little bearded guy."
Lucy nodded. "You know that's a good point, there really aren't that many female leprechauns."
"So how do leprechauns reproduce?"
Lucy smiled. "Believe me you would find it extremely nasty if I told you, let's just say we have our ways. Anyway would you like to come back to the leprechaun kingdom with me?"
"Well it's better than just walking through the woods I suppose," Jill said as she shrugged her shoulders and followed Lucy back to the leprechaun kingdom.
When they arrived in the leprechaun kingdom Jill couldn't help but notice that most of the leprechauns were indeed little bearded guys with Lucy seeming to be the only leprechaun lady. And all of the leprechaun men seemed like they were drinking heavily and urinating all over the place.
"Well I can see that this is some type of male paradise," Jill said as she noticed that seeing all those leprechauns peeing all over the place was making her realize that she hadn't been to the bathroom all day and she really needed to go. "Say Lucy, do you have a ladies room around here?"
Lucy stood there with her legs crossed frowning. "Not really."
"What do you mean not really?"
Lucy sort of danced in place. "Well you see there are so few female leprechauns they didn't bother to build any ladies rooms."
"They didn't bother to build any leprechaun ladies rooms? Well what are you supposed to do when you have to take a piss?"
Lucy tightly crossed her legs and began grabbing herself. "You're supposed to wait until you get home."
"Well they don't look like they are waiting until they get home," Jill said as she pointed to a bunch of leprechaun men peeing all over the trees and giant mushrooms.
Lucy laughed. "Both course not they're guys, they just can pee wherever the hell they want. But it makes kind of sense, I mean when I am the only lady leprechaun in town it would be kind of greedy of me to expect them to have a ladies room everywhere in town just for little old me."
"Well I could really use a ladies room," Jill said as she crossed her legs. "If the only ladies room is back at your house I think that that's where we should be heading right now."
Lucy nodded as Jill could clearly see that she had to go to the bathroom really bad. She thought that leprechaun society must be notoriously sexist to not provide any bathrooms for Lucy, although she can see from a practical standpoint how it might make sense, but it still didn't seem right.
As they walked through the leprechaun village Jill couldn't help but notice that it seemed like everywhere she looked there was a leprechaun man peeing on the side of a tree or mushroom or whatever.
"God damn do leprechauns just spend all day peeing?" Jill said as she was getting increasingly annoyed at all the sight of these leprechaun men relieving themselves while she still had to pee.
"Well I know that I don't," Lucy said as she continued crossing her legs and bending at the knees looking increasingly frantic.
"You know I don't think that I am going to adapt well to leprechaun society," Jill said as they continued walking through town looking for Lucy's house.
"Well well well if it isn't Lucy the cross legged leprechaun," one of the leprechaun men said coming over smoking one of his pipes before pulling down his pants and peeing on the side of his house.
"What is with all the peeing?!" Jill shouted.
"My name is Larry the leprechaun and I love peeing," the leprechaun said as he zipped up his fly. "There is no greater freedom then taking a whiz wherever the hell you damn well please."
"What about for her," Jill said pointing to Lucy as she hopped from foot to foot.
"It is not proper for female leprechauns to just be peeing all over the place," Larry said. "It's just not part of our culture."
"And not providing any ladies rooms, is that also part of your culture?" Jill said.
"A big part of it!" Larry said as he laughed and held his belly.
"Well that doesn't seem very fair," Jill said as she crossed her legs and crossed her arms and started tapping her foot impatiently. "So basically you guys spend the entire day just peeing nonstop and Lucy can only go to the bathroom at home?"
"It is written in the great book of leprechaun," Larry said as he took out a book. "It is our most sacred law book."
"So you actually have a sacred law book that says that female leprechauns are not supposed to go to the bathroom except at home, while you are supposed to pee all over the place all day long?" Jill said shaking her head. "I just want to get your stupid laws clear so that I don't commit any type of social faux pas."
"You have picked up on our laws rather quickly for a mortal," Larry said. "I am impressed!"
"I am not really that impressed with your dumbass laws that don't allow women to go to the bathroom," Jill said.
"Well of course we have a good reason for keeping Lucy from using the bathroom all day except at home," Larry said.
"But what reason is that?" Jill asked. "I can't imagine there would be any logical reason for that."
"So Lucy can train to hold her bladder for the great pee holding contest!" Larry said.
"Great pee holding contest?!" Jill said shaking her head. "Now this is really getting ridiculous. What is the great pee holding contest?"
"It is how a leprechaun protects its gold," Larry said. "If a person wants to obtain a leprechaun's gold they have to best them in a pee holding contest!"
"But I thought in order to obtain a leprechaun's gold you simply have to catch a leprechaun?" Jill said shaking her head and finding this whole situation incredibly ridiculous.
Larry laughed. "Well that would just be absurd. Now you have to try and earn your leprechaun gold. If everyone, well if all they had to do was catch one of us we would be out of our gold really quickly."
"So if I can best Lucy in a pee holding contest I would get all of your leprechaun gold?" Jill said her eyes suddenly lighting up.
Larry nodded. "That is indeed correct, but I warn you she has been training her entire life for this. She hasn't been deprived of bathroom access for nothing! Still think that you can best her in a bladder holding contest?"
Jill really had to go to the bathroom but it looked like Lucy was practically shaking as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and looked really really sad.
Jill shrugged her shoulders. "Well hey I mean what is there to lose, except maybe control of my bladder of course!"
"Excellent all you have to do is sign this contract," Larry said as he took out a golden contract and a golden fountain pen.
"Really your pee holding contract is written in gold?" Jill said as she raised her eyebrow before she shrugged her shoulders and signed the contract.
Larry led Jill and Lucy back to Lucy's house where they walked into the room to find a bunch of male leprechauns drinking and peeing all over the place, which she still had to admit didn't make the urge to go to the bathroom any less.
"Welcome everybody to the leprechaun pee holding challenge!" Larry shouted. "Today is a very special day because we have finally found a person who is willing to challenge our very own Lucy to a pee holding contest in some pitiful attempt to obtain our gold!"
"But I think that I'm going to be leaving here with a big pot of gold today, not to get cocky or anything like that," Jill said smiling even though she could feel the pressure in her bladder mounting by the moment. But looking at how desperate Lucy looked she figured that it was a shoe in that she would be able to win easily. Lucy looked like she could barely stand still as she danced in place.
"Don't be so sure of that bitch," Lucy said as she stood up straight and snapped her fingers and began to laugh evilly.
"What the?" Jill said scratching her head as Lucy uncrossed her legs and started dancing a little Irish jig and smiling. "Um, what exactly is going on here?"
Lucy laughed. "That whole thing that I was doing before, why it was just an act, I went to the bathroom before I left the house not long before I found you this morning."
"Wait, so you didn't have to go to the bathroom at all?" Jill said scratching her head.
Lucy shook her head. "I mean maybe a little bit, but I'm pretty much running on empty."
"Why on earth would you do something like that, why would you deceive me?" Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs realizing that now she was positively frantic.
"Because I wanted to get you to agree to the contest," Lucy said with an evil smile as she began laughing. "Of course if you want to back out of the contest and concede defeat that is perfectly fine."
"So if I concede defeat then I don't get the pot of gold I guess?" Jill said shaking her head as Lucy nodded and smiled but Jill couldn't help but notice that she seemed especially thrilled.
Lucy smiled and nodded. "That's right, so do you want to concede defeat?"
Jill really wanted that pot of gold, but at that moment she really felt that she needed to go to the bathroom more than anything else, and seeing how relatively comfortable Lucy was she felt that maybe it was in her best interest to just concede now, rather than suffer extreme bladder pain only to have to concede later.
"I really hate to concede defeat but I really could use a bathroom," Jill said and she couldn't help but notice that Lucy seemed to be lacing her fingers together and smiling very malevolently. She didn't know what Lucy's deal was but she knew that she really wanted to use a bathroom as quickly as possible.
"Then simply say the words I concede defeat," Lucy said.
Jill shrugged her shoulder. "I concede defeat."
Lucy began to laugh evilly and dance around and pumping her fists into the air. "I'm free, free at last, free at last, free to pee!"
"What are you talking about, what's going on," Jill said as all the sudden she felt rather strange and felt like she was actually shrinking as Lucy seemed to be getting taller. "Why am I shrinking?"
"You conceded so now we have traded places," Lucy said as she danced around clapping and smiling. "So now I am finally free!"
"You should have read the contract you signed more carefully," Larry said as he handed the golden contract to Jill.
"But I can't read any of this, it's not in English," Jill said.
"That is why you were stupid to sign it, much like I was," Lucy said. "Essentially by agreeing to the great pee holding challenge the winner has the potential to win gold, but the loser becomes the new female leprechaun!"
"What?!" Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"And the best part is the female leprechaun can only pee when she first wakes up and when she goes to bed at night," Lucy said. "Finally that torture is over."
"What?!" Jill shouted. "Wait how do I become no longer the female leprechaun?"
"You have to find someone is stupid as I was and as stupid as you were to agree to the same contest," Lucy said. "But don't worry I only had to wait a couple of hundred years, hopefully you'll be luckier than that!"
"Wait, no this isn't fair," Jill said as she bent at the knees and crossed her legs tightly.
"Well I'm off to go use the bathroom as much as I like as often as I like," Lucy said as she skipped merrily away.
"Get back here you conniving bitch!" Jill said but she found that her bladder was feeling too full for her to walk much. As she watched Lucy run off to go to the nearest bathroom Jill turned to the rest of her new companions to see that they were still drinking and peeing all over the place. She realized that this was going to be a very long day.
A few weeks later Jill was walking in the woods trying to distract herself from the feeling of fullness in her bladder knowing that she had a very long day ahead of her before she would get relief again. As she was waiting on the side of the road that's when she saw Lucy skipping by before stopping and seeing Jill.
"Would you like to take a great pee holding contest, there's some gold in it for you," Jill said with a big smile and a thumbs-up.
Lucy went over to the side of the road, squatted and began peeing, balancing herself with one arm and flipping Jill off with the other before pulling up her panties and skipping off on her merry way.
"Dammit being a leprechaun sucks!" Jill shouted, and she wasn't even referring to how leprechauns reproduced, but that is a story for another day.
I have to admit I think that my situation has definitely influenced the endings of a lot of my recent stories. I think ever since I have been at my job where I have to hold it all day I have had more stories where my desperate female protagonists, pretty much always based off of the named after me, ultimately doesn't get to go in the end. I do think that's a psychological effect of my situation, I really do! |
Hello again everyone! This comes from a request from my last story to make one on a different legend. I’ll be taking any specific requests if you’d like as well. I am hoping to make more in the future and I hope you enjoy this one.
Lifeline’s Wetting Experience:
It seemed like an ordinary day on Kings Canyon for the games but for Lifeline it was a different story. She’d longed to receive her well deserved upgraded D.O.C drone with upgraded healing injections and a reviving capability that wouldn’t require her assistance. She started to unbox her new drone as the dropship neared the island.
”Hey Chica, whatcha got there! What’s in the box?”
”Silva (also known as Octane), ya more jumpy than a pesky rabbit. But if ya wanted to know it’s my new health drone.”
”Didn’t your old one suck?” This comment flustered Lifeline as everyone in the Syndicate up to this point proved themselves as quality characters with unique abilities. She didn’t feel like she ever accomplished that. But today was her day to shine.
“Just ya wait Silva. This ones gonna be a betta than tha last one, ya hear.”
”Loud and clear hermana.”
...
Once the two landed both were eager to see the new enhancements made.
“What are ya waiting for Che, turn this puppy on. I wanna see how it works!” Lifeline flicked the switch and the drone levitated to her chest. It injected her with a fluid she hadn’t been familiar with before. She read the description.
“Blastaphine (yeah ik, try making something up after 3 hours of calculus work), contains certain chemicals from various herbs combined with the supplements of diuretics?!?!”
”Well that’s interesting. You have fun with that Che, I will enjoy my sweet stim heal.” At that moment Lifeline felt a swift pain form into her bladder. She was so busy unboxing the new drone she forgot to powder her nose before dropping off the ship. It was ok though. She could last until the end of the match no problem. At least that’s what she thought.
...
“Silva, Grenade!”
“Ay! Hijo de... mmmm” things were getting intense in the battlefield once again as Lineline and Octane were pinned in a house.
”Have ya fastened the jump pads on tha doors?”
”Sure did.”
”Then we should be safe for now.” Lifeline knew Octane could see her visible shaking from side to side as her need to pee increased tenfold over the past 10 minutes.
“Hey Che, you doing alright there? Are you feeling sick or something hermana?”
”I’m fine Silva. Just a bit... cold.” That was a lie but Lifeline knew she wasn’t in a good spot to admit her real issue.
“Your health is a bit low Chica, why don’t you use that new health drone?”
”Ima fine Silva!” She lashed at him and he took advantage.
”Why is that Che? Afraid the diuretic is getting to you? If that’s the case I have this empty shield cell containe-“
”Silva, I said ima fine! Yuh don’t have tah be so gross!”
”Ok, it’s your funeral.”
...
It was starting to get bad now. Lifeline tried everything in her power to not look visibly in pain as she continued to rock back and forth in place with her hands cupped on her crotch.
“I’m surprised we haven’t been discovered, eh Chica?” Octane looked over to see Lifeline on the verge of tears, bouncing up and down in place trying to hold back a large body of water waiting to release its contents. “Ay Che, just take the shield cell and go I won’t look.”
”Silva, I said I was a fine. Ya don’t need ta worry bout me!” Lifeline tried to form a smile on her face but Octane saw right through it.
”Look chica, you’re one of the most respected legends on this island. Do you really want to be known as the legend who can’t keep her pants dry during the games?”
Lifeline finally caved in to the temptation and swiped the canister from octane. She started to remove her pants when all of a sudden, “what is that sound Silva?”
”It sounds like...” the sounds of gunfire rained on the entrance as the front door jump pad was destroyed. “Quickly Che, to the back door!” She knew she’d have to wait as she made an attempt to follow him. The sudden shift of motion caused her to leak a bit. She really didn’t care at that point since safety was the number one priority. She knew there was one thing though that would not feel good: the jump pad pushing her up. She got ready to bend her knees and made contact with the jump pad.
That was all it took. Immediately a leak formed into her panties which then raged into a flowing river then a cascading waterfall as a trail of pee floated downward from her and onto the ground below. Lifeline continued to pee herself mid air as she neared the ground. She reached the ground but was still in mid pee as she crouched down to limit the damage already done to her pant legs, all the while praying she wouldn’t be discovered. Once she finished she followed Octanes footprints over to Salvage.
She arrived there to see octane shaking his head as her face turned a crimson color. “Ay de mi Chica, if only you weren’t so stubborn and slow.”
Thanks for reading everyone. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it. |
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 Jay-Gee. Another story of the same two sisters - and another road trip. Use the link above to find parts 1 & 2 if you miss it. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site.
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Patience and Prudence: A Visit to Amy (3 of 5)
by Jay-Gee
edited and formatted by MrMakeHerWait
Note: This story contains Female Desperation.
I was in a huge hotel complex. In every direction I could see long corridors stretching away; there were bars, restaurants, foyers, lobbies. I could see everything but the one thing I needed - a Ladies' room. And did I need it badly! I was aching with desperation. Surely there must be dozens of toilets in a building like this. I tried asking people as they bustled past me, obviously on their way to urgent appointments. But nobody seemed to speak English.
I was becoming frantic.
But there was no sign of a toilet anywhere. What could I do? At last I caught sight of a sign, at the far end of a long corridor. But as I made my way as quickly as I could, already anticipating blissful relief, alarm bells began to ring. Everyone was saying it was necessary to evacuate the building immediately. Was it a fire or a bomb? I was frightened, but even more frightened of going outside, of being cut off from any chance of getting to a toilet. What should I do???
Suddenly I was awake. The bell was the alarm clock, which I quickly switched off. But one thing remained - the fierce, burning need to get to a toilet, and quickly. I jumped out of bed and padded down to the bathroom, only to find that my twin sister Prue had got there before me. (We had digital alarm clocks, which had gone off at exactly the same time.) I could hear her having her morning pee, splashing and gurgling into the bowl. I went back to my room, but I couldn't sit down, I had to keep pacing round the bedroom, and then bend almost double to prevent myself wetting my pyjamas.
I'm usually pretty desperate when I wake up in the morning because (unlike Prue) I don't usually use the toilet before going to bed. But this was something special, excruciatingly special. I remembered the previous evening. Prue and I had gone out for a few drinks with some of our friends. Nothing wild, but I'd had a few pints in the course of the evening. I couldn't remember how many times I'd been to the toilet. When we left the pub to get the bus home, Prue naturally paid a final precautionary visit to the Ladies'.
I, as you might expect, had not.
By the time we'd waited for a bus, and made the half-hour journey home, I was ready. Not desperate, mind you, but quite uncomfortable. Yet when we got in, Prue went straight into the bathroom to get ready for bed, as we had an early start the next morning.
I changed into my pyjamas, ready to slip to the toilet as soon as Prue had finished getting ready. But I was very tired and a bit tipsy, so I lay down on the bed - it was a warm summer night. And within a minute, despite my discomfort, I was fast asleep. I hadn't woken all night; no wonder I was desperate now.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I ran to the bathroom, and banged on the door.
"Prue, let me in, or I'll have an accident."
Prue had just gotten out of the shower, and she let me in. I almost leapt onto the toilet and immediately the pent up urine began to flood out. For a moment Prue just stared at me in wonder. "How do you manage to hold so much?" she enquired, as my stream flowed on and on with no sign of stopping.
"Practice," I said, "the kind of practice you'll never get if you always take precautions."
A few minutes later I joined Prue downstairs for breakfast. The reason we were up so early on a Sunday morning was that we had arranged to go and visit Prue's friend Amy, who lived in the Midlands. I didn't like Amy much; I thought she had a nasty, sneering manner. I'd first met her about eighteen months earlier on a coach trip to the seaside. It had been an eventful day for her, because she had wet herself on the coach when the driver refused to stop. See Patience and Prudence: A Day at the Seaside. But as it turned out, that had actually been a bit of luck for her.
Amy had done her best to cover up her accident so nobody would notice, but one of those who had spotted what had happened was a young man called Brian, and it had really awakened his interest in her. Or at least that was what office gossip said, perhaps on the basis of a drunken confession by one or the other of them. In any case they had quickly become an item and decided to move in together. Because of the appalling price of houses in London, they had moved to the Midlands, a small town near Leicester. Brian was away for a couple of weeks, and Amy had invited us over for the day.
I wasn't keen on visiting Amy, but I'd nothing else on that day, and Prue wanted someone for company during the journey and to share the driving. But she had made me swear a solemn oath not to mention Amy's wetting accident, however provoked I might feel. I agreed quite happily, because raising the subject would also be very embarrassing for Prue, who had had her own wetting accident on a car journey a couple of years earlier. See Patience and Prudence: An Introduction
Prue just had one cup of coffee with her breakfast, but I needed to wake myself after the previous night's drinking, so I had three. When we were ready to set off, Prue disappeared upstairs for another trip to the toilet. When she came down, she said to me: "Aren't you going to pee? We don't want to have to keep stopping."
I just grinned and shook my head.
We had a good journey up the motorway. It was just after we turned off the motorway that the coffee kicked in, and I realized I was bursting. Of course I'd missed my chance of a service station, and the possibility of finding a public toilet out there in the wilds was minimal. So I was resigned to having to hold it until we got to Amy's house.
Absolutely no problem for someone as experienced as myself in the arts of self-control, I thought.
Except that Prue was driving and I was supposed to be navigating. The need to pee was wrecking my concentration, and I mistakenly told her take the wrong turn.
We had been driving nearly twenty minutes in the wrong direction before we realized, and had to turn round. Things were getting so bad by now that I nearly asked Prue to stop so I could squat behind a hedge, but we weren't really in the deep country and there were too many people around. By now I was sitting on my foot and clutching myself between the legs. Prue could see easily what was wrong and of course she had to rub it in: "I told you to go before we set out," she smirked. True enough, but it wasn't much good to me now.
At last we found the estate Amy lived on, but we still had to stop and ask directions twice before we finally located the house. I was rocking to and fro in absolute agony. Prue parked the car and we walked to Amy's door - or rather Prue walked and I hobbled. Prue knocked, but there was no answer.
Had there had been a misunderstanding?
Had we come on the wrong day when there was nobody at home?
I was hopping from foot to foot, glancing round Prue's garden trying to see a bush big enough to squat behind.
At last Amy came to the door and welcomed us. I just pushed in front of Prue and said as though it was all one word: "Hello-Amy-nice-to-see-you-where's-your-toilet?" Luckily there was a downstairs cloakroom so I didn't have the torture of running upstairs. I just dived in, locked the door and plonked myself on the seat. As the miniature Niagara erupted between my thighs I felt an indescribably sensation of bliss flooding through my body. It had been worth all the discomfort and pain to finally reach this moment of sensual pleasure.
But despite this state of orgasmic nirvana, I was aware of something else. Prue and Amy were standing just outside the cloakroom door, and I could hear Prue saying something, followed by a cackle of laughter from Amy. I soon picked up what was going on; Prue was telling Amy how desperate I had been because I had refused to take a precaution before setting out. Amy thought that was hysterically funny. And, Prue added, "She's always like that. She never goes before a journey." Amy laughed some more.
I was furious. My moment of bliss evaporated even before all the urine was out of my body. It was one thing for Prue and I to have a private family joke about our different toilet habits. It was quite a different matter for me to be made a laughing stock by my own sister. I was tempted, very severely tempted, to break my oath and mention Amy's own bad experience. I didn't, but my mind was on revenge.
It was the beginning of what was, for me at least, a very boring afternoon. Prue and Amy chattered on and on about people from the office they had both worked at, most of whom I knew nothing about. There was nothing to do but drink the endless cups of tea that Amy kept making, and listen to the radio, which Amy left permanently switched on. Apart from some music, which I didn't much like, there was nothing but weather reports and traffic news. Pretty tedious stuff, or so I thought, until I heard something that started me thinking...
Shortly before six o'clock Prue said we had better be going, since we both had to be up early for work in the morning. I was glad it was over, and thanked Amy for her hospitality in the most formal manner. Prue, of course, had to make her farewell visit to the toilet, even though she had been only about twenty minutes earlier. When she emerged, she looked at me and said: "Better go, Paish, we want a quick journey home - no stops."
I knew there was still a fair amount of tea sloshing around inside me, and I hesitated for a second, but then Amy put her oar in: "Yes, that's a good idea. You don't want to be uncomfortable while you're driving." And she started to giggle. Prue giggled too. That finally made my mind up and I determined to implement the plan I had been hatching during the long spells of boredom during the afternoon. I strode for the door, saying to Prue: "Come on, you're the one who wants to get back quickly."
It was my turn to drive. I found the way to the motorway without incident, and we drove southwards. When we got to the second last service station before London, I pulled off the motorway. "What are stopping here for?" squealed Prue, "I want to get home and have some sleep."
"Sorry," I said, "I need the toilet."
"What a waste of time!" she moaned. "If you'd gone at Amy's we could have got home non-stop. It's so unnecessary. Why can't you plan ahead?"
I didn't respond, just unbuckled my seat belt, and opened the door. "Coming?" I inquired as I prepared to get out. Prue hesitated; it was not in her nature to miss an opportunity to take a precautionary pee. But she had complained so vociferously about my needing to stop that she could hardly follow my example.
So she stayed in the car.
I ran to the lavatory block and dived into a cubicle. As I sat down on the seat, I felt slightly guilty. I did feel a mild need to go, after all that tea of Amy's, but under normal circumstances I would never have dreamt of stopping here. I was quite capable of hanging on till I got home. So in a sense I was taking a precaution, especially in view of what I knew and Prue didn't.
I smiled. All part of my plan, and Prue was in store for a well-deserved shock.
I took my time washing my hands, then strolled back to the car, further irritating Prue who wanted to get moving as quickly as possible. Soon we were back on the road, making good progress - but not for long. After a few miles we came to a massive traffic jam. Cars ahead of us seemed to be totally immobile. As more cars accumulated behind us, we were trapped.
This was no surprise to me. I had heard the radio reports of an overturned lorry and of the massive jam that would take several hours to clear. I also knew I could have turned off at the previous junction and taken an alternative route which would have got us back to London quite quickly. But Prue had made fun of me to the obnoxious Amy and I was determined to have my revenge.
Prue was furious at the traffic jam, and moaned for quite a long time, though happily she did not suspect that I had set the situation up, or I think we should probably have come to blows. After a while she accepted the inevitable and calmed down. We talked of one thing and another to pass the time, and played CDs. From time to time it would seem as if the traffic was moving again; we would go forward for a few yards, and then find ourselves totally immobile once again.
After we had been there for about an hour, I could see Prue beginning to fidget a bit. I asked if she was all right, knowing full well what the problem would be. "No," she replied, "I do wish I'd gone to the toilet when we stopped at the service station." Feeling some satisfaction that the tables were turned for once, I said in a rather smug tone:
"Well, I did ask if you wanted to, but you didn't take your opportunity." She looked rather cross, but since she could see that I was just saying to her what she said so often to me, there was nothing she could do.
Another half hour passed. Obviously we weren't the only people on the road to have a problem. A couple of men got out of their cars and stood with their backs to the traffic, pissing copiously on the grass verge. Prue shuddered and said: "I hate men. They can go anywhere they want to. It's not fair." Obviously she was getting desperate.
We edged forward ever so slowly, but there was nothing by the roadside that offered any cover, no wall, or hedge or bushes. Even I would have been hard pushed to find somewhere to squat and piss, and I had pissed in some pretty strange places in my time.
A young mother got out of the car in front with her two young children so that they could wee on the grass verge. As the little ones did their fountains, I caught a glimpse of the look on her face. Never have I seen jealousy expressed so blatantly and obviously on a human face. Clearly she was consumed with a desire to do what her kids were doing.
When the youngsters had finished, she stood there for a minute, tapping her foot on the ground, as though making a decision. In the end respectability prevailed and she reluctantly got back into her car, but she had clearly given very serious consideration to the possibility of squatting on the grass verge.
Another half hour passed. We moved forward a little, but only a couple of hundred yards. By now Prue was sitting on her foot, rocking to and fro, and biting her lip. I was beginning to feel sorry for her. I felt that I had had my revenge and that I'd be quite happy to let her go now. But where? We were still trapped; this was taking a lot longer than I had expected.
Eventually Prue look at me and said: "Paish, what am I going to do. I can't wait much longer. I'm scared I'll wet myself again. And I couldn't stand that."
She started to cry.
"Well," I said, "the only alternative seems to be to go on the grass verge."
"But I can't," she sobbed, "Everyone would be able to see me." Although quite a lot of men and kids had relieved themselves on the verge, no grown woman had done so thus far. Although the sun was about to set, it was still quite light. "How long till it goes dark?" she asked in a whisper, as though afraid of the answer. I reckoned it would be about three quarters of an hour before it would be so dark that she could squat unobserved. There was another wave of sobs.
"I can't hold it that long. Damn Amy and all her tea!"
By now I was beginning to feel really sorry for what I had done. If it had been Amy in the seat next to me about to piss herself, I should have laughed and paid the cleaning bill willingly. But this was my twin sister Prue, and despite our mutual teasing I loved her dearly, and certainly didn't want to see her humiliated. But what could be done?
Then I saw it, the miracle solution. We had moved forward another couple of hundred yards and we were alongside some sort of building site. Lying on the verge a few yards away was a huge piece of piping, several feet in diameter. It was clearly part of a sewer for some new construction that was taking place. A sewer. What could be more appropriate?
I pointed it out to Prue. "You could squat inside that," I said. She looked dubious.
"Everyone would be able to see what I was doing."
"Yes", I said, "but at least they wouldn't be able to see you doing it." When she still hesitated, I said in my firmest voice: "Go on, will you. We don't want the car soaking."
She was obviously at the very limit of her capacity, for she climbed out of the car and ran to the pipe. She disappeared inside. The pipe was tilted slightly, and a moment later a stream of water issued from the other end, catching the light of the setting sun and flashing gold. It went on for a very long time. At last she emerged and ran back to the car. When she got inside she hugged me and gave me a kiss, saying I had saved her from disaster.
It wasn't just Prue's problem I had solved. Within moments a number of women, who had obviously been watching what was going on, got out of their cars and ran to the pipe. They formed an orderly queue, just as though it were a regular public convenience. I was pleased to see the young mum from the car in front, who stood there tapping her foot frantically as she waited her turn.
Prue and I put on another CD and prepared to wait for the gridlock to clear.
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You stir in your silk sheets. Stretching and twisting, in denial of the sunlit room and of your aching bladder. Five more minutes you tell yourself again and again. But the rays of warmth crawl up your body, inching towards your eyes. Your body waves with pleasure as you strain to hold onto your bladder. Your nose twitches at the smell of a delicious breakfast being prepared by your daddy. You feel your stomach grumble. You’re hungry, you’re desperate to pee, but you’re oh so comfy. If only you could just stay in bed and have all your needs satiated.
Just as you work up the energy to sit up you hear your door creek open. You can’t help but instinctively smile at me as I enter your room. Then you see a tray in my hands, your breakfast. I walk over to you as you sit up and wedge a pillow behind you.
“Morning princess” I chime as I lay the tray on your lap and sit on the bed beside you.
“Morning Daddy!” you chime back. Your wide smile fades as you realise you are somewhat trapped, with the tray on your lap, me on top of your sheets beside you, and the expectation that you will eat your meal like a good girl. You sit looking at it nervously.
“What’s wrong baby? I thought you liked bacon and eggs”
“I do!” you chime back cutely “-b,but… I have to”
“You don’t have to do anything sweety, just eat”
You look at me with puppy dog eyes, “I really have to potty daddy”
“aww, that’s ok dear, just eat” I say as I wrap my arm around your shoulders.
You look at me confused as thoughts run through your mind, and shivers down your spine. You slowly begin to eat, but it’s difficult as your squirm, you’re almost leaking. “Daddy please, I really need to potty…”
I turn to you, laying my other hand on your tummy, I kiss your cheek. “Go potty then, it’s ok”
Your eyes go wide as you turn to me “Wha! Here? I-in bed…”
“Yes princess. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself today”
“Bu-but the mess”
“Let daddy worry about that stuff, you just enjoy yourself”
You turn back to your food. Shivers once again run down your spine; your hair stands on end. You’ve never wet the bed before, well, once in a diaper during your sleep last year, but this is different. Awake, without protection, with permission, as daddy watches. Goosebumps all over, you close your eyes and try to relax. It’s difficult, but eventually a few squirts leave and dampen your pj’s. You doubt even the sheets are wet yet.
You open your eyes to my hand guiding your face towards mine. “Just enjoy your breaky sweety, let your body take control, you’ll go potty when you’re ready.”
You smile at me “Oki daddy” then turn back to your tray and begin eating your scrumptious breakfast.
Once you stop thinking about it, and just eat, you notice your next leak, it was bigger this time, the sheets are surely wet now. You giggle in excitement and arousal. You look at me cheekily, I just smile back and cuddle you reassuringly. You continue to eat and relax, soon your leaks begin to pick up, so, you put down your fork and sigh as you finally give in. Blushing profusely as you carelessly drench your sheets. You smile giddily at me as you giggle. You notice me rub my hand down my leg, the puddle has reached me, but your only halfway done. You shiver and temporarily halt, but quickly continue, almost moaning now. Your legs and bum are soaked, daddies wet, and you’re still going. You pick your fork back up and continue to eat as you let the rest out nonchalantly, despite your goosebumps and moans between mouthfuls.
As you finally finish, leaning against my warm side, you notice just how big your breaky is. You wiggle in your puddle as you continue eating, but your pace slows as you fill up, now even noticing your other end asking to be emptied. You stop eating as you reposition, feeling the pressure building.
I look at you “Pumpkin, why have you stopped? You still have more to eat”
“There’s so much, I’m kinda full daddy”
“I know princess, but please eat it all”
“Buh, but I have to go pushies” you respond meekly
“What have I told you, if you gotta potty, go potty. Just relax and enjoy your breaky”
Your eyes widen and you smile at me. You excitedly wiggle your but back, and lean forwards more. Your body covers in goosebumps and you leak a little pee as you let yourself turtleneck. You then shiver and moan as you pull back, holding it in.
I caress and rub your back as I smooch your cheek. You give me a quick kiss before continuing to eat, continuing to turtleneck, getting closer and closer to giving in. The edging and denial of relief arousing you greatly.
Eventually you moan with a mouthful of food as your first log pushes its way out, filling your cotton pyjama pants on top of your silky sheets. I continue to comfort and caress you as you continue to fill your pants.
Once you finish eating, you down the rest of your juice and playfully swirl your fork in your mouth looking over at me loodly. I take the tray off of you and place it on the bedside table. I sensually take the fork out of your mouth and place it on the tray.
You peer at my tenting crotch and lean forwards. You give me a lood glance before grunting and pushing out your second load. You then sit back, wiggling and squishing the mess in your pants. With a finger in your mouth, a hand between your legs, and puppy dog eyes aimed towards me, you cutely request “Daddy, can I have touchies?”
I smile at you and move your hand away from your privates. I lean in and kiss you. “Yes princess, I will touch you” I smirk as I move my hand to the front of your soaked pants.
You lean back into your mess as you let me slip my hand down your pants and begin my magic on your pussy.
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The two of them were both impressed. But then again it was Dartmouth College -- it would have been hard NOT to have been impressed. As Blair and Jo -- both seniors at the prestigious Eastland School For Girls -- drove back to school on that sunny early spring afternoon, they’d have to say that their weekend visit to Dartmouth had gone well. Both were definitely considering Dartmouth as their college choice. The two of them were like sisters -- that is, sisters who didn’t really like each other very much. Blair was a blonde-haired princess. She was a glamour-girl in every sense of the word. She was from a wealthy family and was quite used to the finer things in life. And she was something of a legacy at Eastland. Jo -- you wouldn’t dare call her Josephine -- was a streetwise brunette who rode a motorcycle. She was a tough girl who wore a leather jacket and was used to getting into fights. But she was also very smart and quite pretty -- it was just that it took the refined atmosphere of the Eastland School For Girls to bring out those finer qualities in her. She was at the school on a scholarship.
Thrown together as roommates for their junior and senior years at Eastland, Blair and Jo were too different to get along most of the time. But the two had developed a profound respect for one another and they definitely had each other’s back. Knowing Jo, forced Blair to learn about new things and new people and to broaden her life beyond the sheltered, wealthy world that she had always known. And knowing Blair, had forced Jo to challenge herself academically and socially and to thrive in a brand new and quite different environment than she was used to. Jo knew that she wouldn’t be considering a college like Dartmouth if Blair hadn’t help bring out those qualities in her. And Blair knew that she was better prepared for the next phase of her life because Jo helped Blair to understand that there was a bigger world than the sheltered one she was accustomed to. Still, driving home Dartmouth in Blair’s car that on that sunny spring Sunday afternoon, neither would probably have admitted what the other meant to her.
“Do you need a pit stop?” Blair asks Jo as they pass a “Rest Area -- 2 miles” sign on the highway. Thinking a moment, Jo answers “Yeah -- I guess I could use one.” Blair had, of course, hoped to make the four and a half hour trip without needing a bathroom stop, but sometimes necessity forces us to make other plans. As Blair -- forever, the prissy sort -- exits into the rest area and pulls into a parking spot, she is already dreading the idea of going to the bathroom in a place like this. “Man, I hate using places like this,” Blair tells Jo as the two women exit the car the car. “Gee, Blair, I never would have guessed that,” she tells Blair sarcastically. “I don’t suppose they’re going to have a bidet in there,” she adds, as they approach the restroom building, a short walk from the parking lot. “Well, at least you know what a bidet is -- I’m impressed,” Blair good naturedly teases her back, “Don’t knock ‘em unless you’ve tried one.” Smiling, Jo just gives her a look.
But as the two of them enter the ladies’ room there, Blair suddenly sees that she’s got a much bigger problem than a lack of a bidet. She actually finds the facilities cleaner than she had expected -- not actually “clean” by her standards, but at least not as dirty as she had anticipated for highway rest stop bathroom. But that didn’t really matter so much now. Blair stopped and just stared at the 5 somewhat clean stalls all sitting there in a row. “Umm….Where are the doors?” Blair mumbles -- not really directing it to anyone in particular. “HUH?” Jo asks, not really having been paying much attention to what Blair was saying. “The doors? -- Where are the doors?” Blair asks again, this time addressing the question to Jo, “There are no doors on the stalls!” Jo hadn’t really noticed at first but she now takes a step closer to get a closer look. “Nope -- I guess not,” she tells Blair, although not really concerned about the situation herself.
As Blair just stands there frozen and a bit shocked to see toilets without doors on the individual stalls, Jo just takes it in stride. The pretty brunette simply steps into one and starts undoing her pants. This comes as a shock to Blair. “You’re not really going to go in here, are you?!” she asks Jo. Jo just looks back at her puzzled -- almost like she doesn’t really understand the question. “There’s no privacy in there,” Blair then points out, quite shocked that Jo clearly intends to use it anyway, “How can you actually go to the bathroom like that?” But Jo just continues pulling down her pants and panties. “It’s a toilet, Blair,” Jo tells her -- in characteristic sarcasm, “It’s actually where you’re supposed to go to the bathroom.” As the pretty blonde looks on horror, Jo then just plants her butt right down on the toilet seat and starts to pee. This shocks Blair even more. “EWWW! -- GROSS!” Blair exclaims, “How can you just sit down on the toilet seat like that?” Jo looks up from her position on the toilet seat -- her pee now going full force. “Well, Blair, in spite of what you may think sometimes, I’m not actually a boy,” she tells her prissy blonde roommate, “No matter what you may think sometimes, I simply don’t have the equipment to pee standing up.” “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Blair,” she continues in her best sarcastic tone, “But I have to sit down to pee just like you do.”
“No, No -- I don’t mean that,” Blair quickly responds, a little annoyed, “I mean, how can you just sit down on a filthy toilet seat like that?” “Do you have any idea how many different butts must sit down on that toilet seat every day?” she asks rhetorically. But Jo just shrugs her shoulders as she sits there and continues to pee. “So I suppose you’re one of those who squat over the seat instead of sitting down,” she says to Blair, “And then you sprinkle on the seat and make it disgusting for the rest of us.” “Well, mostly I put toilet paper down on the seat and sit that way,” Blair answers. “But in gross public bathrooms like this one I do only squat,” she explains further, “My butt doesn’t get anywhere near the seat in places like this.” “And I don’t sprinkle on the seat,” Blair declares adamantly, “I’ve perfected my technique -- I’ve got perfect aim.” Jo just smiles and rolls her eyes.
As Jo’s pee stream starts to trail off, Blair assumes they are just about done here. Blair has already decided that she is not going to go to the bathroom here. “Maybe it doesn’t bother Jo so much,” the prissy blonde beauty thinks to herself, “But I’m just not going to go to the bathroom in a doorless stall with no privacy.” But when Jo doesn’t get up from the toilet seat after she finishes peeing and wiping her front, Blair reacts in an even more exaggerated sense of horror. She suddenly realizes what Jo is going to do next. Blair looks about sick at the thought of that. “How could you even think to do that here?” she asks Jo, “I mean, peeing is bad enough, but how can you even think of doing more than that in a place like this?” “I can’t believe you’d take one of those in a doorless stall like this,” Blair adds. But Jo just takes it in stride -- shrugging her shoulders again as she just sits on the toilet doing what she needs to do.
“What can I say, Blair,” she says with a laugh. “Sometimes you just have to go, Blair,” Jo tells her, “And sometimes you have to go both ways.” “I’m sorry, Blair, but I just don’t see what the big deal is,” the down to earth brunette explains. “A toilet is a toilet as far as I’m concerned,” Jo continues, “And if I have to go and there’s a toilet available, I’m going to use it.” This time it’s Blair who rolls her eyes -- she still can’t believe that Jo doesn’t seem to even care about the lack of privacy. “I’m not going to make myself uncomfortable holding it in when I can just go use the toilet instead,” Jo adds, “And I’m certainly not going to risk having an accident and going in my pants -- especially when it’s more than just peeing.”
By now, Jo has finished doing what she needs to do in the toilet -- having deposited two large solid pieces along with a whole bunch of softer, less formed stuff in the toilet -- and goes about wiping herself. It’s a surprisingly messy bowel movement and it takes Jo five wipes to clean herself. But Jo just goes about her business quite casually and pretty much unconcerned about the fact she was doing all that in an open toilet stall. Blair, on the hand, seems as horrified as Jo is unconcerned at someone actually wiping herself without any privacy.
When she finishes, flushes and pulls up her pants, Jo steps out of the stall fully expecting Blair to next take her place. Obviously, she knows that Blair is not liking this but just as obviously she knows that Blair really does need to go. She can tell by the way that Blair is standing there with her legs held tightly together that she is fighting to hold it in. And knowing Blair as she does, she knows that she would never have initiated a bathroom stop at a highway rest spot had she not had to go quite urgently. But as Jo steps out to let Blair enter, the pretty senior blonde just shakes her head. “I’ll wait,” she tells Jo. Jo, concerned, tries to convince her otherwise. “Blair -- I know you have to go -- so just go,” she tells her, “It really isn’t so bad.” But Blair just shakes her head again. “Just because it’s not so bad for you, doesn’t mean it’s not bad for me,” she tells Jo, “I don’t go to the bathroom where there’s no doors and no privacy.” “I’ll just wait for the next rest stop,” Blair insists.
Jo volunteers to “block” for her -- that is, she can stand in the stall doorway with her back turned while Blair is on the toilet. “That way no one will see you on the toilet,” Jo explains. But Blair is still horrified at the thought of that. “I don’t want to go to the bathroom in front of you, either,” she tells Jo. Jo points out, though, that she’ll have her back to her while she’s on the toilet, but Blair still doesn’t like the idea. “Geez, Blair -- we’ve been roommates for almost 2 years,” Jo argues, “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” “We’ve never seen each other on the toilet,” Blair then counters, “At least you’ve never seen me.” Blair insists that she’ll just wait and go at the next rest stop. “I can wait,” the pretty blonde insists while Jo goes over the sinks and washes her hands. As the women leave the bathroom and get back on the road, Jo notices a “Next Rest Stop - 36 miles” sign as they leave the rest area. She points that out to Blair and Blair suddenly looks quite worried as well as very uncomfortable.
As they continue on the road, Blair’s discomfort from holding it in only gets worse. As she drives, she’s twisting and contorting her legs -- at least as much as possible while still driving -- and clenching her thighs in an effort to maintain control of herself. And the pained expression on her face is readily obvious. Jo increasingly starts to wonder if Blair is actually going to even make it to the next rest stop. She envisions Blair suddenly having to pull over and pee on the side of the road. Part of her would really love to see that -- the part that thinks Blair is a prissy, superficial drama queen -- but the better part of her knows how traumatic that would be for Blair.
Seeing her is such obvious discomfort from desperation, though, really makes Jo wonder why she wouldn’t have just given in and gone at the rest stop. “I mean, I know it wasn’t what you’re used to Blair, but it was still a toilet,” Jo tells her, “I mean even with no stall door, it’s still a toilet -- I still don’t understand why you would make yourself so uncomfortable rather than just pee and get it over with.” Jo then points out that the bathrooms at her old high school -- the school where she went before getting a scholarship to Eastland -- had no privacy doors on the stalls. “It really was no big deal, Blair,” she reiterates, “You just go and do what you need to do.” “I mean, really Blair,” she tells her roommate matter-of-factly, “You really have no other choice sometimes.” “Granted, there were some girls who did have issues going #2 in those bathrooms,” Jo acknowledges, “But everyone just peed when they needed to -- like I said, that was really no big deal.”
With that, Blair just looks over at Jo, almost crying. “That’s just it, Jo,” Blair says with a cry of desperation in her voice, “It isn’t what you think.” “I don’t just have to pee,” she explains, “I have to go both ways.” That revelation completely catches Jo by surprise. “You have to go bad?” she asks Blair. “I have to go real bad -- both ways,” Blair answers. Hearing that, Jo suddenly becomes very concerned for her roommate. She’d pretty much just assumed that Blair would eventually just give in and pee at the next rest stop no matter what or even just pull over and pee on the side of the ride if need be. But hearing that Blair has to go the other way, too, puts this in a whole new category. Given Blair’s feelings about doing that, she’s really not sure what Blair is going to do if the ladies’ room at the next rest stop also has no doors on the stalls. Jo is kind of thinking that it’s likely the next rest stop will be just like the previous one. She really wonders how Blair is going to handle having to go both ways if that bathroom -- like the previous one -- has no doors on the individual stalls.
Concerned, she points that out to Blair. “I really hate to say this, Blair,” she explains, “But if they didn’t have stall doors in the prior rest stop, there’s a good bet they’re not going to have stall doors in the next one.” “I mean, I’d figured you’d have to go so bad by the next rest stop that you’d just pee no matter what,” Jo explains further, “But knowing how you feel about doing #2’s in public bathrooms, I’m really not sure what you’re going to do if they don’t have stall doors in that bathroom, either.
Blair lets out an audible groan at hearing that. Holding on for dear life, her only hope was the thought of doing it in the next rest stop bathroom. “If you really have to go that bad, maybe you should pull off the highway and try to find someplace else,” Jo suggests. Blair was actually thinking the same thing. With that, Blair promptly takes the next exit. “Hopefully, we can find a McDonalds or someplace,” Blair says -- obviously in quite painful desperation by now. “Blair at a McDonalds!?” Jo jokes -- it not seeming to be the kind of place that Blair would frequent. “McDonalds has the cleanest bathrooms,” Blair quickly explains, “And they’re usually the one person in there at a time kind of place where you can get the most privacy.” Jo laughs. “Leave it to Blair to know all that,” she thinks to herself.
Pulling off the highway, Blair is happy to see a McDonalds right there at the exit. “Not a moment too soon,” she thinks to herself. She quickly turns into the parking lot and into the first parking spot she sees. But just as Blair quickly unbuckles her seat belt and proceeds to exit the car, disaster strikes. Maybe it was opening her legs to step out of the car and thereby unclenching her control. Or maybe it was simply because she had waited too long for her bladder to take. But either way -- as Blair steps out of her car -- she feels a flood of warm pee suddenly envelop the crotch of her jeans. Her jeans rapidly darken in the crotch area as more and more of Blair’s pee escapes and is absorbed in the denim. And, as even more pee continues to flow beyond the pretty blonde’s control, trails of wetness become visible down both her thighs as well.
Jo, who hasn’t yet had a chance to exit the car, suddenly catches a whiff of something through Blair’s open car door. She fears the worst. “Did you umm…. Did you umm….I mean, did you umm…,” Jo asks -- not really sure how to frame the question. But Blair’s expression as she turns to face Jo, tells her roommate all that she needs to know. With tears now streaming down her face, Blair nods her head confirming that she did indeed do that in her pants as well.
Quickly (but obviously not quickly enough), Blair does manage to regain control of herself. Jo exits the car just in time to watch Blair run off to find the bathroom in the McDonalds -- her soaking wet jeans quite visible and her leaving a trail of wetness on the pavement behind her. And while the other accident, isn’t nearly quite as visible -- I mean, it doesn’t look like it’s leaked through or anything like that -- Jo can definitely see something of a lump in the seat of Blair’s jeans as she heads inside.
Blair makes it to the ladies’ room in the McDonalds and happily it is unoccupied. She quickly pulls down her pants and panties -- just about peeling the panties off of her as the mess in them was causing them to stick to her behind -- and just plops her butt down onto the toilet seat. Immediately, she starts to peeing some more. She poops some more as well, although most of the poop that drops into the toilet is actually poop that had already come out but was hanging from Blair’s messy behind. In short course, Jo arrives at the bathroom door. She knocks but hearing no response from Blair, she opens the door and enters. She finds Blair simply sitting on the toilet crying with her wet jeans at her feet on the floor and her soiled panties dangling at her knees. At first glance, it’s an “I Told You So Moment” of the highest order and a blackmail plot that Jo could never even have dreamed of. But as Blair looks up at her from the toilet -- desperate and humiliated and crying her eyes out -- Jo can’t help but feel sorry for her. Fortunately, they each have a change of clothes in the car and Blair asks Jo to get her clean panties and another pair of jeans. As Blair gets up off the toilet to finish taking off her jeans and panties, Jo can see that she’s left a mess on the toilet seat as well.
As Jo heads back to the car, Blair has no choice but to begin wiping herself. Suffice to say she’s a mess back there and having seen the mess she left on the toilet seat, Blair knows it. Grabbing some toilet paper and attempting her first wipe, she gets as much on her hand as she does on the paper. To say that grosses Blair out doesn’t quite do it justice. But Blair knows she must grin and bare it and continue. She has the same result with her next wipe and the one after that and the one after that. Blair, with the mess all over her hand, feels like she’s going to be sick, but again she simply must endure. She must get herself clean somehow. As Jo gets new clothes for Blair, she remembers that she saw a washcloth in her overnight bag as well. She grabs that along with new panties and new jeans for Blair. The washcloth proves to be a godsend. It’s hard to imagine how Blair could actually have cleaned up fully without it. Using the washcloth, though -- rinsing it out in the sink between wipes -- Blair does manage to clean herself completely of the mess.
With Jo standing guard just inside the bathroom door the whole time, Blair goes back to the toilet paper -- this time to dry her behind from the wetness left from using the washcloth and the wetness from the pee all over her front and down her thighs. Blair, drying her eyes and regaining her composure a bit, breathes a sigh of relief as she pulls on clean and dry panties and clean and dry jeans. Obviously, Blair’s panties -- now containing a big lump of fecal matter in the seat -- go straight into the garbage as does the washcloth that wiped off so much of Blair’s mess. But Jo is surprised when Blair tosses her jeans in the garbage as well. Obviously, they are soaking wet but except for a slight bit of a stain on the inside in the seat, they weren’t soiled. It was obviously quite a bad mess but apparently Blair’s panties did a good job of containing it. Still, Blair insists that the jeans are going in the garbage. “I don’t ever want to see them again,” she states emphatically.
Jo isn’t much for hugging but she really has no choice as Blair hugs her tightly and thanks her profusely for her help. “Only a true friend would have helped me like you did,” she tells Jo, obviously, feeling a whole range of emotions, “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Again, Jo feels the “I Told You So” implications of the situation and the prospects for blackmail. But she’s, quite surprisingly, taken aback by Blair acknowledging her as a friend and quickly disabuses herself of any notion of that. “I’m sorry -- I’m so sorry,” she tells Jo, crying again, “I can’t believe what I did -- I’m just so sorry.” But Jo tells her that there’s no reason to be sorry. “Stuff happens, Blair,” she tells her, “And friends help friends when it does.” “I mean, it’s not exactly your finest moment, Blair,” Jo tells her, smiling, “But stuff happens sometimes and no one has to know about it except us.”
Suddenly, Blair feels at least a little better and with Jo’s assurance that she won’t tell anyone, breathes a sigh of relief at this ordeal really being over. The two women are soon back on the road on their way back home to Eastland. Deep down, she’s also touched by Jo referring to her as a friend as well. They both now understand the wisdom of Mrs. Garrett in pairing them up as roommates nearly 2 years earlier. |
A/N: This was started before TikTok was a thing, so I apologize for the coincidence. I hope it doesn't distract from the story too much.
The pair of sisters who went by Tink and Tock were as into their nicknames as they were the meanings behind them. That is, into them enough to delight in being known only that way. The last holdouts to use their given names were their parents, and even they were beginning to crack.
“Tock” was born first, grew to be blessed with lustrous chocolate-brown curls, and got her nickname in middle school for her habit of almost never asking for the bathroom. It might have escaped notice had she just avoided drinking much and never let the topic arise. Instead, there were plenty of times in and out of school when she would clamp a hand between her legs and contentedly bounce around, making no further effort in the moment to relieve herself. When asked why, she might shrug and answer, “I dunno. Going pee is just annoying and I’m fine with holding it, so why not?”
She even weathered the teasing of her friends. “Tick tock,” they would warn, watching her in the midst of one of her animated, really obvious debates with her bladder. She had never actually had an accident in school, but one friend said, “I swear if your pee started coming out on ‘tick,’ you still wouldn’t run until ‘tock.’”
“Nope,” she agreed, giggling and shaking her head, letting her curls swing back and forth in turn. Maybe it was her confidence, or maybe she was simply pretty and popular enough to get away with anything, but both worked in her favor. Her reputation survived.
Her sister went by “Tink.” As a kid she had Tinkerbell toys and stickers on everything, so it was a natural choice. A year younger, bespectacled, and with auburn locks so pin-straight her ears stuck through it, she always thought Tock’s antics were ridiculous. She kept the state of her bladder to herself. All that jumping around basically guaranteed that if Tock ever did have an accident, it would make a huge mess and everyone in the world would see, half-shocked but wholly unsurprised.
Yet, what started as shyness about her own pee habits when compared to Tock’s soon became a distinct quirk too, one that earned her a new facet to her nickname by the time she joined her big sis in high school. If Tock stayed away from the bathroom on purpose, Tink needed only one pivotal nudge to take it a step further.
Normally she joined her sister in holding all day at school, minus the theatrics. She ended up confessing to Tock that she did get some enjoyment out of holding too, and had since made peace with others knowing when she had to go. Keeping quiet became more just an attempt at being seen as her own person, and not just a mini-Tock. But being discreet in the end stages of a long hold was not possible forever. Eventually she would have to cross her legs, bounce on her toes, use her hand, anything to calm her bladder that would invariably give her away.
She knew this, but for the longest time it never arose as a problem. She would wait stoically, clamping her muscles until they trembled, ready to release the moment she got to the toilet at home. Tock always let her go first, chatting and turning her own hyperactive holding into a show at the open bathroom door. But the hope for that daily ritual faded quickly one afternoon when their bus was late.
Tock stood outside the school with the few dozen students who remained. She had her legs crossed even before anything was amiss. Her figure-hugging jeans exaggerated the wiggle of her hips. She laughed aloud at her own luck upon hearing the bad news. She sang, “This-bus-better-come-soon, ‘cuz-I’m-about-to-pee,” bouncing to the rhythm. Her friends laughed along and teased her some, but ultimately sympathized.
The quiet sibling stood nearby, parched from the effort of controlling her flexing bladder more privately. No one other than Tock seemed to show any urge at all, let alone make such a scene. At least she drew any potential notice away from Tink, who was making her thighs sore by squeezing them together so hard. Now was about the time she should be letting a trilling stream hit the inside of the toilet bowl, with Tock watching in sweet agony. “One of these days I’m not gonna put myself through this for you,” she would say, smiling while doubled over with both hands in her crotch, “I’m gonna go first and let YOU have a turn in the hot seat.”
In a scene not quite like the one predicted, that day was today. The hot seat was hers. Literally. Daydreaming about her after-school pee had sent a shot of warmth over Tink’s crotch.
She bit her lip, letting a small whimper escape while she clenched. A blush struck her cheeks when another kid glanced her way. She had given no clear signals yet, but the chance of not making it just became very real. Tock was the one giving a song and dance. But when it came down to who could hold it longer, there was no question. Tink was going down.
After the reflexive shame of doing something immature and “gross”, the fact that her dark green panties now clung to her while damp with pee did not unsettle her at all. Never mind that it was probably not the last wetness they would catch. It felt kind of nice, and watching Tock act out while she was actually the one getting wet gave her a strange excitement. And besides, she was not burdened by jeans like her counterpart. She instead wore a ruffled black skirt that came down to just above her knees. Practically speaking, she could afford to let out a lot more than one little leak. There was a lot of leeway before anyone might notice. And even if they did, they would probably understand. In the resonant words of her sister, “Why not?”
She swallowed. Staring straight ahead, and ever so carefully, she began to relax her hold. Pee filled her urethra, hanging at the point of release. But when it made its final push, instead of pushing back just as hard, she coaxed a squirt to come out.
Her underwear’s warmth was refreshed, and the bladder wave had receded. It worked! That felt so much better than forcing herself to stay dry, both in effort required and in getting to forgive herself while feeling it flow. Why had she been so neurotic about accidents for so long? The only problem was that it had helped her endure a single push, but had done nothing in the long term for the bladder that was still achingly overtaxed.
Tock’s behavior had cooled in the last few minutes. Her hand was still in her crotch and her pants were still dry, but exhaustion was setting in. Tink in her damp underwear actually felt worse for her sister, who was unable to ease her suffering in the same way without it showing to everyone. For her sister’s sake, she resolved to leak enough for the both of them.
Tink’s bladder muscles screamed at her to release. At first, when she started to obey, it felt like her pee would spray out at full blast and she clenched again. But the fact remained that she still had clothes on, and was well-trained enough that letting it go like that would probably not happen easily. When she braved another second or two of relaxation, the same thing as before happened: her pee would rush to the exit, then seemed to wait for her permission. By feathering her muscles, she could let out little leaks slowly enough that they would stay in her underwear.
She did not quite anticipate what happened next. Alongside her bladder still getting more fatigued, the little leaks felt awesome. What started as fully deliberate holds and releases became a rhythmic pattern. Hold-release-leak-clench, with each step only taking a second or so. And even though she might have done the releasing and leaking on purpose anyway, the biggest thrill was that they were not so on purpose anymore. The same amount of effort it took to stay dry five minutes ago was now what it took to keep herself to stop-and-go leaks.
Tink’s heart pounded. The realization struck her that the situation had now broken loose from the dark parts of her imagination: she was no-joke peeing herself at school. The same scenario that Tock especially had invited every day and Tink took to courting herself, but still might be a nightmare to millions of kids. The craziest part? She convinced herself that wetting was okay. There was little else to soothe the double thought that ricocheted in her mind. This is the most horrifying and exciting moment of my life. Each swell of pee cleared the way a little more, until the stream’s high points splashed and bubbled, filling her underwear, and the lowest were still a steady trickle until growing in strength again.
Tink closed her eyes, focusing only on her breathing and the hot stream in her panties that had at some point escaped and started making trails down the insides of her crossed legs. Her thin sandals were no barrier either. The pee just ran off the shoes and, when she dared to look down, were leaving telltale splats at her feet.
She forgot where she was for a moment and watched the splats go from individual dark spots, to connected shiny spots, to a shimmering puddle as both her ability and will to hold fled. She had no more fight in her, and was having too good a time to stop anyway. She should have started wetting years ago when it would have been less weird.
Oh yeah, it was currently weird, as she was reminded by the reactions of those around her. “Omigod, she’s pissing herself,” one said. Several other kids backed up to get some distance from her splashing.
A blush blazed back to her face and protruding ears. “Sorry,” she said, making a last token effort of grabbing her crotch to try to stop peeing. It was hopeless; all it achieved was getting her hand and skirt wet too. Her bladder had emptied, but her stomach twisted now that she was busted in her little incident.
The mind can go to strange places when otherwise cornered. The others might have figured out it was kind of on purpose, since she hadn’t been squirming like her sister. That meant her last hope was the benefit of the doubt that she meant to wet herself in front of everyone. Ultimately, it probably would have happened anyway, but could they have caught on that she didn’t try all that hard to hold it longer?
She braced herself in the chatter for an onslaught of teasing. But after a second or two, it never came. She had to handle only seeming indifference and a few sympathetic frowns after the initial shock. “It’s okay,” another girl said, “It was pretty obvious you had to go, and we’re all stuck here. I might end up wet too before this friggin’ bus gets here.”
Tink sighed, managing to smile back. “Thanks, it was really bad. I mean, if you do go too, at least I can’t make fun of you, right?” She hoped the other girl would take her up on the subtle hint, but it wasn’t to be this time.
Meanwhile, Tock had mostly stopped her wiggling and sidled up to Tink as a bus engine roared in the distance.
“I thought I had to go worse than ever, but damn, sis,” Tock said, admiring the aftermath, “You okay?”
Refreshed, sporting thoroughly shiny legs, and wafting pee smell into the breeze, Tink nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s good,” her sister said, daring to squeeze Tink’s shoulder before shuddering again when the urge came back, “Should we start calling you Tinkle now?”
Feeling the breeze chill her damp panties, Tink chuckled. Tinkerbell did frequently leave a trail of golden sparkles behind her. “Just Tink is fine. But it can mean Tinkle now too I guess.”
Tock regarded the yellow sheen on Tink’s calves and feet again, grinning broadly. “You bet your wet ass it does. You’re my sister, alright.”
“Here, gimme a hug!” Tink said, ominously offering her spread arms.
“No, get away!” Tock squealed, “I can’t even run I have to pee too bad!”
The little game of tag was over when the bus finally lurched up. Tink’s skirt was too dark to show the wetness, so the bus driver was none the wiser. None of the witnesses gave her away either; another surge of warmth came in Tink’s sudden affection for her classmates.
For once, she did not appreciably need the toilet after getting home. It was Tock’s to claim. Tink, being so relieved, followed anyway out of tradition. Her sister hobbled to the bathroom mostly bent over, groaning more and more frantically as she went. Even in extra desperation than usual, that was uncommon for her, and Tink saw the reason this time: a little dark spot in the crotch of her jeans that was growing bigger with every step. She stood at the door of the bathroom in Tock’s usual spot while her still-desperate sister wrenched down her already-unbuttoned pants. Her stream was in full bloom while she sat down, leaving a broad yellow puddle on the seat between her legs. She sighed, the worst of their ordeal finally over. But looking at the damage, Tink couldn’t help but laugh.
Tock feigned shielding her face in embarrassment, but she was too tired to honestly care, and in too vulnerable company. “How do you get away laughing at me when you’re way wetter?”
Tink turned up her hands, saying “You didn’t go in your pants on purpose.”
Tock’s mouth hung open at such a scandal. “You did that on purpose?!”
Even though it was just her sister that found out, Tink started blushing again. “Well, kinda? At first it was an accident, but then I started letting some out because it hurt too much. Then I couldn’t stop.”
Tock pulled her jeans back up, exclaiming “Ohh it’s cold!” before stripping them off again, staying in her pee-spotted lavender panties instead. Beckoning Tink toward her bedroom to continue the conversation, she asked, “Did it at least feel good?”
A smile crawled across Tink’s face. “Yeah.” Her sister may have been in the process of changing clothes, but she was in no such rush. “I think I’ll try it again sometime.” |
I initially envisioned this as a full-on sequel, but seeing as it's about the same characters, I figured I'd just continue my current thread. I've had huge fun writing this and hope I can keep it going.
Tink and Tock 2: "Go Somewhere Else."
1: The Plan
Sometimes, an interest proves a phase: the person gets a taste of it, and gradually gets their fill before moving on. Not so with the bladder habits of the sisters known as Tink and Tock. The news that their parents were leaving to visit relatives for the week could not have been better received than by a leaker and a holder ready to have some more fun with their quirks.
Tock beckoned her younger sister into her bedroom, closing the door while biting her lip. “So what do you wanna do first for their trip?”
Tink’s eyes sparkled with possibility behind her glasses, but ultimately she drew a blank and sighed. “Not a holding contest, you’d win.” A faint pee scent trailed from her damp underwear even now, safe at home without a special challenge.
Tock sucked her tongue, trying to help brainstorm. “Yeah, sorry to say. Some other kind of contest, maybe? We’ve got a little time to think at least.”
The younger sister left, but at school right before the fateful day arrived, a grin stayed etched on her face.
Tock caught on and got to wondering. It wasn’t until boarding the bus that afternoon (with Tock jiggling her thighs and Tink wiping the pee drops on hers) that they got to speak in semi-privacy. “You thought of something, didn’t you? What is it?”
“Not yet. Give me like twenty minutes after we get home, you’ll see.”
Finishing keeping her sister company during their after-school toilet visit, Tink skipped off to her room. As she requested, it took about twenty minutes for anything to happen.
Tock noticed the shared printer in the living room stir. She started to get up to investigate, but Tink came running back and snatched the fresh page that came out. “I want it to be a surprise, please?”
The older, curly-haired brunette relented. “Fine, if you insist.”
She only had to wait until next morning. But after the girls saw their parents off and closed the door behind them, the energy in the house hummed. Tink had hidden the paper until ready to reveal it. As if presenting a royal decree, she stood in her pale green satin bathrobe and held up the page.
“Alright. My idea involves no peeing in the toilet for the whole week!” She turned it around for Tock to scan. It was a list of rules relating to that ominous-sounding start.
Tock crossed her arms in front of her black tank top. “That seems kind of, extreme? Like, I never hold until it’s unhealthy. And for the whole time they’re gone, or what?”
“Nono, look,” Tink continued, “You don’t have to agree just yet, but listen. I call it ‘Go Somewhere Else.’” She began to announce the rules in turn. “One: This will be a contest with points, the winner of which gets both of our allowances for the next week.”
Tock moved her hands to her hips, but listened.
“Two: Number-twos don’t count, so if you have to do that, just go normally. I’m not into that either,” she said. “But each time you do, you have to drink a full glass to make up for whatever pee you did at the same time. And the first time is two points, the next time is four points, and so on, so we aren’t too tempted to cheat that way.”
“Wait,” Tock said, “So points are bad?”
“Yep. Whoever has the least points at the end of the game wins.”
“That can’t be it though,” Tock said, “You want us to just pee ourselves all the time, or go in the sink or something?” She laughed as she finished the thought.
“Sort of, that’s why it’s named that. Three: You can’t pee in the toilet, but you can go anywhere else-- in the sink, in a pot, outside, whatever, but only once. I guess technically even directly on the floor but that’s a point for making a mess. After that you can’t go in the same way in the same place or else it’s a point, and it goes up if you repeat again. So if you absolutely have to repeat a pee, go with the one you’ve done the least.”
Tock nodded, coming around to the idea. “And do your pants count as a ‘way’ for your system?”
Tink grinned as if caught trying to give herself an advantage. “Going in your pants is free-- IF you don’t make a mess that needs cleaning up. Otherwise you get a point and have to clean it yourself. Plus we can only change clothes a total of twice a day, basically just from pajamas into regular clothes in the morning and the opposite at bedtime. We don’t want to be wasteful by making tons of laundry. So if you wet both your day and night outfits, too bad.”
Tock smiled in turn. “You really put a lot of thought into this.”
Tink started to blush and rub her toes together. “Well, do you like it?”
Tock nodded, her pulse pounding already. “I might be able to work with this. What else?”
“Four:” she carried on, “Each pee has to be with the other person watching. One to make it harder to cheat, and because it’s a game about peeing! Why not be there for the main action? Besides, we watch each other all the time anyway so I didn’t think you’d have a problem with that. If you go by yourself and have to admit it afterward, it’s a point.”
“Fair,” Tock answered, “But when would we be apart for any of this?”
Tink donned an evil grin. “School is still in-game.”
Tock shrugged. “Eh, neither of us usually go in school anyway. No big deal there.”
Tink’s evil grin persisted. “Five: we both have to drink two refills of our big water bottles a day. Can’t go somewhere else if there’s no ‘go.’ It can be all after school if you want, but that makes the home part harder. That’s part of the strategy.”
Tock gulped and darted her eyes around, but ultimately made up her mind. She extended her hand. “Alright. You’ve got yourself an opponent. What am I gonna buy with all that allowance money? A boat I think after you cry me a river.”
Tink shook. “More like I’ll buy you a life jacket after you pee yourself a river!”
The first official game of Go Somewhere Else was on.
Edited March 27, 2021 by AliasnameTO
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3: A Proper Introduction
As much pee as Tink had let out during the movie, it could never have balanced all the liquids she had drunk before noon. Shortly after the boast accompanying wetting her PJs, her bladder urges were coming back. Her panties squelched and smelled from being so wet. Any further leaks would go straight through to her thighs, which she would have to mop with the hem of her shirt or risk giving Tock an early lead on points. But as much as leaking more was too risky, she had made such a habit of it that not leaking had her bladder throwing a fit. Putting off doing a full pee any longer grew less and less realistic.
She took her mind off of it by watching her sister. The curvy high school junior had taken up her iconic wiggling, and had zero shyness about keeping a hand buried in her crotch.
What appeared to be business as usual for Tock belied a slow-motion emergency. She never had this much to drink so fast, in or out of school. Only towards the end of the day did she normally feel a similar weight in pee that pressed between her legs now. She was the master holder, though. Even with how much her sister already wet herself, could Tock really admit weakness in having to go first? Besides, she hadn’t even begun to think of where she might do the deed.
The easy first choices would be in the bathroom: the sink or shower. Going in there would be no fuss at all. But the game would last a whole week; she might want to save the easy options for if she let herself get into real trouble. She did a mental walkthrough of the house, visualizing each room in turn and how she might pee without incurring a point.
Before any clear ideas came to her, Tink interrupted. “I just thought of another rule. Do you want to play that each way can be copied by the other person, or if one of us does a way, then that takes it out for both?”
Tock was not so nervous about her state to drop the bold facade. “The second. No copying each other, so we can possibly take away options on purpose.”
“Ooh, cunning. I like it.”
Damn. That added an entirely new layer to the mind game. If Tock got too creative with her pees, Tink might never have done them in the first place and she’d miss the opportunity for denial.
A bladder push further broke Tock’s train of thought. She let a quiet gasp escape and pressed harder on her crotch. The chance of leaking didn’t concern her just yet, but she couldn’t afford to burn all her holding stamina before the first go. She made the snap decision to make her pee a medium-difficulty one: a drinking glass in the kitchen.
Before her sister could comment on her little desperation sign, Tock announced, “I’m gonna go. Come on.”
Tink squealed in excitement, bouncing behind her on the way to the kitchen. “Is it weird that I really wanna see how you go?”
“Yes, but we’re weird.” She kept her voice measured despite the way her bladder throbbed. Clenching hard meant no leaks while reaching for one of the bigger glasses from the upper cabinet. “Here goes,” she said to herself. Tink stood nearby while she held the glass in one hand and worked her waistband down with the other. Not having a free hand to press her crotch made for a sharper bladder squeeze. It made her curtsy and tremble when getting her pants free.
“Hehe, looks like you’re already hurting,” Tink gloated. What soothed the sting for Tock, though, was that her little sister had obviously crammed the front of her shirt between her legs, and it was already spotted with moisture. She either couldn’t hold worth a darn anymore, or didn’t try to. Being free to watch Tink’s next move would serve as delicious entertainment. In the meantime, she had her own pee to get through.
Tock took a breath, readying the glass before her trimmed pubic patch and locked-together thighs. All preparations made, she opened her legs and held the glass in place, finally ready to let go.
Her pee stream bubbled in the vessel, its warmth and vibration clear even through its walls. She sighed, sharing a smile with her observer. “You know, I usually think going pee is annoying, but this is actually pretty fun.”
Tink had crouched close to the glass, transfixed by the unique show. “It is, but it makes me wanna go pretty bad too.” She was in the process of rubbing her crotch, while the wet spot on the wrinkled front of her shirt slowly spread.
Eyeing her sister’s steady leaking, Tock asked, “Are you sure you’re not just having like, a legit accident right now?”
Tink started to nod, then paused. “Uhh, maybe.” She whimpered when springing up on the kitchen sink, drops of pee having wound their way down to her calves, and let fly. She let her head roll back while making a cacophonous splashing through her panties… and shirt, and robe.
Tock had filled her glass most of the way to the rim, waiting to catch the last few drops before pulling her pants back up. While she poured the warm pee into the sink behind her sister, another splattering rang out. The source? A growing yellow puddle under Tink’s feet.
With the way she was sitting on the sink and peeing into her pajamas, Tink hadn’t realized how it pooled and started flowing between her legs, away from the sink rather than down into it. She leaned over and spotted the damage. “Shit,” she said, her stream finally ended. Half of it had gone on the tile anyway.
Tock put her pee glass in the dishwasher and stood proud as Tink surveyed the damage. “So does that count as a way and a point for making a mess?”
Tink sighed in resignation, but not in total defeat. “A point, yes. But it was in my underwear so it doesn’t count as a way.”
Her older sister scoffed. “You’re just gonna do all your pees through your underwear, you little wet stinkbug!”
Tink chuckled back, picking at her soaked front and back. “I planned on it, but I’m like, really wet. I’m gonna clean this up, then have a shower. You can mark my point down.”
The scoreboard awaited Tock while her sister took care of her assorted messes. Under the column for ways she entered “Kitchen- into held glass” and struck a point for Tink. So far, the game was going better than expected.
Edited March 28, 2021 by AliasnameTO
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4: The Pressure Mounts
Tink stood in the kitchen in her chilly wet clothes. Even a slim fraction of her full pee had flooded the tile. Rather than spend forever sponging it up, she sacrificed her robe, shaking her shoulders free of it to toss it over her mess. It was going in the laundry anyway, so no big deal.
Nothing relating to Tink’s peeing was a big deal, or so it seemed to her sister. But privately, a full wetting like that nagged at her. That on-purpose leak had turned into a real accident way too fast. Was it just the extra water that was different? Or was her leaking habit beginning to get away from her? Being a little damp most of the time was supposed to be convenient and make her feel good, not become the start of an actual problem.
Or maybe she was overthinking it. There would ultimately be no avoiding points the way the game was designed; she still had plenty of time to rally. Not to mention the circumstances when the wetting happened were stacked against her. She had downed her entire water bottle and started on the refill before lunchtime, had been leaking continuously for hours, had a front-row seat when Tock peed forcefully into a drinking glass, and knew she’d suffer no serious consequences no matter what happened. Even her parents, when they were home, had come to accept Tink’s ever-present pee patch, loving her just the same. The environment here was too encouraging and too safe to scare herself into sobriety.
The shower became Tink’s war room. Her strategy for the game came down to one of two approaches. First for review, her normal habit of holding and leaking, only doing a proper “go” when there was no other choice. This worked great outside of Go Somewhere Else. She usually drank only a fraction of the liquids her rules called for, and could control her bladder even without leaking. Except for that one day waiting for the bus, she stayed damp purely for enjoyment. A couple of regular toilet pees a day had her as content as can be.
For better or for worse, though, she had made the game hard. She definitely underestimated the effect that two big water bottles a day would have on her endurance. That brought in the second option for victory: More counted pees to deny ways for Tock, and if the need arose, more full wettings. She would have preferred the latter anyway, before she ever had a better reason for wetting than feeling like it. But the rules assumed that the girls didn’t actually want to wet themselves. Unless Tock adopted the same attitude, that gave the younger sister a considerable edge. She could repeat certain ways as much as she wanted, denying Tock much in the way of “offense” in forcing her to improvise.
Tink’s bladder ached while she toweled off. Not from fullness, but from emptiness so recently after an intense struggle. Looking at the lavender panties and coral-colored cotton shorts she had picked out suddenly daunted her. Her next urge was sure to come on fast after all this exertion. She stepped into them all the same, with a sky-blue camisole on top.
The two of them being fully empty at the same time, the next hour or so passed without any action. They were both just scrolling on their phones until suddenly, Tock groaned, “This is ridiculous!”
“What is?” Tink said, not looking up.
The brunette had planted a hand in her crotch. “I have to go again, like, pretty bad already.”
Tink grinned. It was not like her sister at all to address her bladder needs with any sort of worry. As the origin of her nickname implied, no need to pee ever unsettled her even into the bitter end. Tink had begun getting twinges herself just a few minutes ago, but felt some deadpan teasing would pile on more pressure still. “Oh no, you have to pee during a peeing game, what a tragedy.”
Tock’s carefree attitude had faltered, but came back just as quickly. “Well at least I’m gonna try to hold it, unlike you Miss Tinklebottom.”
The younger sister giggled at her tweaked nickname. “I don’t have to pee yet, so you better figure out where to go next before that name fits you too.”
Tock sighed and sat cross-legged on the couch, keeping a hand in her crotch. She was such an open book: she took to bouncing her knees up and down, giving a direct gauge to how bad it was. First bouncing slowly, then frantically, and then tapering off again for a few minutes in time with each wave. Tock’s expressiveness about her pee remained a constant, but knowing it was not an exaggeration this time meant a more entertaining show for Tink than usual. There was no telling how long she would keep at it before giving in.
Tink’s bladder pressure made a real entrance a few minutes later. It hit like it usually did only at the end of a school day, where the pointed urge overwhelmed everything else. It appeared Tock was too busy with her own need to notice how her sister tensed up. Normally Tink would just start going a little, but her bright cotton shorts would show even one good spurt. Not that she truly cared about getting caught, but they would not hold much, and she was not especially in the mood to be teased yet. Hopefully she could keep the leaking to a minimum until Tock put her next pee on the board.
For Tock, though, the odds were against her. It never occurred to her that her holding strength, of which she was once so proud, might have been severely depleted from all the extra stress of the game. Halfway through day one and with only one “go” recorded so far, Tink’s two-bottle rule had Tock’s bladder begging for mercy. It could not have filled up much in such a short time, but consecutive holds were a level of endurance even she might not be prepared for.
She would have to shift her strategy: maybe think up several ways at a time, put them into action as needed, then hold once her bladder had rested. It was in that time she would think up a few more. Maybe that way would allow her a little bit of “offense” too, since there was no way Tink could copy every method simply by doing it through her clothes. It was a good enough plan.
She glanced at Tink-- knees clutched to her chest but otherwise absorbed in her phone, perfect. It gave her the chance to look around for options.
One: the big flower pot on the front stoop. It would be easy to sit on the rim and pee into the soil. Even if she got sloppy and some got on the ground, it was outside so wouldn’t count as a mess.
Two: her clothes hamper. That one would be a little bit risky, because it was in no way waterproof. But a full load of laundry should be absorbent enough to keep any from running through to the floor.
Three: speaking of laundry, the washing machine! She could sit and let fly, and even rinse away the results, just like a toilet. Hearing her stream batter the echoey drum might be really fun too. She would have to get to that one before Tink thought of it.
At least she completed her planning before Tink derailed her train of thought. “We should order pizza,” Tink said out of the blue, “I know I’m in no hurry to make dinner.”
“Fine by me.” Their parents had given them a few dollars for exactly that kind of treat once or twice while they were gone, so the cost wouldn’t even eat into the pot of prize money. Tock started salivating immediately after making the call.
What she had not accounted for, though, was the timing of the pizza lining up with her desperation. The girls would need to be together for any pees, but someone would have to get the door for the pizza delivery. Though the idea of literally getting caught with her pants down may have worked in her head, Tock was in no hurry to really have an accident in front of a stranger, let alone give up a point to Tink should some pee get out of control. Not to mention it would hardly be sporting to finish her pee while letting Tink answer the door. She would have to either go now, or try holding it until after the delivery person left.
She had wasted too much time realizing that though. The pressure in her fatigued bladder had her biting her lip and tugging at her waistband. Going for an actual pee now would be a big risk, since the pizza could arrive at any moment. She even considered letting out a little in her pants like Tink, not even caring that she would have to stay in her wet things.
A strong wave hit. Even with a hand between her legs and furious bouncing, the pain arrived ahead of a pricking warmth on her privates. It was not a long leak, but she had panicked enough for Tink to suspect what happened.
“Why so nervous?” Tink cooed, “You’re allowed to get a little wet.” From her own perspective, she was speaking from the heart. But just the fact that she said it now to Tock was something of a barb.
Tock didn’t have it in her to fire back. “C’mere, I’m gonna go.” She hobbled toward the laundry room, having settled on the washing machine idea. Hopefully she could keep it together long enough to perch herself on top.
Knock knock knock!
“You’re freaking kidding me!” Tock had clapped a hand to her forehead having stopped in her tracks. Tink had covered her mouth in glee, but now stood with her skinny bare legs crossed as well. Unless Tock’s imagination was playing tricks on her, the folds in the crotch of Tink’s shorts held some deeper shadows than they should have. If she was just now starting to wet herself, I can manage for five more minutes. She forced a hand deep between her legs and summoned the will to limp to the kitchen counter for the money.
For a moment she tried composing herself and looking normal before opening the door. Nope. Giving up her squirming and hand-hold meant the stabbing pressure came roaring back. Oh well, everyone else in the world had already seen her potty dance. She just hoped the delivery person wasn’t too cute. She opened the door.
The pizza guy could not have been a day over nineteen, way too cute, and stood with a tight smile in front of Tock’s performance. “Are you okay?” he asked. He gave her a once-over as she stood hunched and smiling through knotted brow. One hand was full of cash and the other clutched at the small but obvious damp patch on her yoga pants.
“Yeah,” she squeaked, “Just really have to pee. Not a big deal!” She held the bills out with as much dignity as someone in the critical point of a potty emergency could summon. But in bringing up her other hand to take the pizza, the pain and pressure left her no choice but to whimper and release.
She could have tried holding the pizza with one hand and clamping the other back over her crotch, in which a hot gusher was now freely filling her yoga pants. Somehow, she prioritized not dropping the pizza, instead jumping past the delivery guy out the front door before the pee started hitting the ground.
It was the only time since starting her holding habit that she had ever had a proper accident. The flow kept up to the point where it spread no further in her pants, instead just running down or straight through the saturated fabric. At least with the way she held her cross-legged posture while wetting, she found the point where she could get no wetter no matter how much she had in her. “I’m SO sorry,” she said, as warm piss continued to spill over her tanned feet to spread on the stoop, “This has literally never happened to me before.”
“It’s okay,” the delivery guy said, but it was clear he was doing his best to retreat to his car and let the awkward business come to an end. Tock had long abandoned trying to get control back. She let her bladder drain. All that was left was to wring out her pants and flick pee drops off her hands while his car all but skidded out of the driveway. Though the wetting cost her no points because she had gotten outside in time, it would definitely earn her a long-lived reputation at the pizza parlor as “the pee girl” once her story got around. Chilly and reeking of piss, but satisfied that her dripping had stopped, Tock sighed. It figured this kind of incident came with the territory of playing a pee game from the mind of Tink.
The aforementioned younger sister had been taking cover just inside the door, all but devouring her hand to keep from squealing while feasting her eyes on the scene. “I can’t believe it,” she said, quivering with a forced calm and finally out from her hiding spot, “I lived to see the day… when Tock, the holder of all holders, peed her pants.”
Tock laughed at her momentousness, but was a little bit touched to hear that Tink admired her bladder control so much. When standing in soaking pants, every little prop to her battered ego was welcome. “Yeah, well, enjoy it,” she said, turning around and presenting her drenched front for a better view, “Because it’s worth no points and isn’t gonna happen all the time. And I guarantee you’re a little wet yourself, Miss Tinkler.”
Tink had been standing at the threshold with a hand buried in the crotch of her cotton shorts. “Nuh-uh!” she shot back on reflex. When she pulled her hand away for proof, a wet spot a few inches across betrayed her. “Okay, maybe. But thanks for the idea.”
She scampered forward much like her sister had, taking a wide stance in the grass to release a foamy fountain through her shorts. With freshly-wet Tock as the only observer, Tink had no shame about letting out a loud moan of relief.
Temporarily numb to her own discomfort, Tock watched the younger girl’s performance. She herself may have been better at holding than Tink, but were it possible, her little sister was absolutely better at wetting herself. Tock had made a huge mess-- saturating half the material of her pants, slicking her hands and feet, and leaving a sprawling puddle on the walkway. Tink, meanwhile, may as well have been doing this her entire life. She had settled steady as a rock into her spread-legged posture. Her eyes fluttered closed. A stream poured straight down from her crotch to make a temporary nest of bubbles in the grass before being absorbed out of view. The wet spot on her shorts had scarcely gotten any bigger in the time between her little leaks and a full release.
Tink’s chirping voice brought Tock out of her semi-trance. “Even after going in the sink, I feel like this is the real good pee in days!”
Tock smiled. At least the game was challenging for Tink too, even if she wasn’t nearly as saturated at the moment. “I know the feeling, I guess.” Even with cold, smelly pants clinging to her, Tock was reminded to savor this brief period of being blessedly empty before the next trouble spot came about. “Can I at least get out of these pants without it counting as a change of clothes?”
Tink shrugged as she carefully stepped away from her muddy pee-puddle and squeezed out her shorts, wiping her hands on the sides afterward in much the same way Tock had done. It left dark, finger-shaped streaks on the coral fabric. It was as if the younger girl had no intention ever to be dry again. She stood with her hands on her hips, as unembarrassed as a girl could be about having pee-soaked shorts, and nodded. “Yeah, it only counts as a change if you put clean stuff on. Pro-tip, you probably shouldn’t sit on anything for a little while. And bring the pizza in! It’s getting cold!” She finished wiping her feet on the welcome mat and bade her older sister to hurry back inside.
Tink helped herself to a slice while Tock stripped off her sodden pants, leaving them to soak in the bathroom sink. The sharp odor that had taken hold in her nostrils was coming from her own underwear this time. Per the rules of the game it was in her best interest not to change, so for the time being, that smell would be hers. That was okay though. Wetting herself, let alone staying in wet things, was something Tock once might have thought of as simply not an option. Too gross to fathom and too mortifying to endure. An irony not lost on the girl who made a point to delay her toilet visits on purpose. But with how Tink embraced pissy clothes so eagerly and so often, and yet survived to tell the tale, maybe Tock had let her imagination and social expectations get away from her. Realistically, the way she potty-danced and grabbed her crotch with no shame in front of everyone often enough to win her a nickname, was probably not much less humiliating than actually peeing.
Making the difference was the fact that until just now, at least since she was a toddler, Tock had never wet like that. Not ever enough to show at least and certainly not enough to empty herself, in front of Tink or otherwise. It was justifiable to potty-dance the way she did while away from a bathroom. That was kind of the whole point. But how often did people actually pee themselves? That remained the domain of very young children and the extraordinarily unlucky. Privately, Tock had been scandalized standing there in the grass, but had no time to process the loss of her dry streak. Anyone old enough to go to school and was not named Tink simply did not pee themselves under any circumstances, even during weird games. Yet, the younger girl didn’t laugh, or tease, and had taken it in stride as if it were the most normal thing in the world. As normal as any mentor giving guidance to a student. Tonight, it was a way for Tock to feel a bit closer to the little wet stinkbug.
5: Warm Relations
Coming to grips with the smell was not the end of Tock’s acceptance of her accident. With how notorious her sister was for being wet all the time, that should have been the end of the awkwardness. Still, now that Tock faced wandering around the house with only pee-damp panties below the waist, she had found a new level to her feelings of exposure. Somehow it was equal parts nerve-wracking and exciting. She joined Tink by kneeling on the floor, enjoying her pizza at the coffee table. Being damp and uncovered meant she got goosebumps on her clammy thighs, but she scooted over to rub against Tink for warmth. The younger sister, feeling a little wet and chilly herself, didn’t complain.
Tink broke the silence after they had gotten a bit warmer and more full of dinner. “So, I didn’t even ask before, but are you okay?”
“Yeah?” Tock replied, swallowing her bite of pizza. The question seemed to come out of nowhere. “What do you mean?”
Tink chuckled. “I mean you full-on peed yourself for like the first time ever, in front of that hot pizza guy! You know if it was me I wouldn’t have cared, but I was hoping you weren’t mad, or ready to quit the game or anything.”
Tock scoffed back and gave her a fake-offended bump with her shoulder. “No I’m not mad at you! As if it wasn’t gonna happen sooner or later. Besides, it kinda felt good? And you’re not getting my prize money that easily, either. We are still on, girl.”
Tink flicked her eyebrows upward, revitalized by Tock’s commitment to the contest. “Glad to hear it. And it does feel good! Why else do you think after that time in school I started doing it all the time?”
“I dunno, because you’re weird?”
Tink laughed. “Well, that too.”
The girls put away a fair portion of pizza and water by the end of the night. A final pee was part of the pre-bedtime routine for each of them on a normal day. This time, the need arose with a unique zeal.
“Ugh,” Tink groaned, squirming and clawing between her legs in a fashion much like her sister usually did, “I didn’t think this far ahead.” Her bladder soreness made it so that even the slightest amount of urine carried her straight into an emergency. Nor could she simply go in the toilet like on any previous night. Her teddy bear sentinel still stood his post.
Tink’s confession, plus looking in the mirror above the bathroom sink made Tock notice her own shifting and wiggling that had until now been automatic. Comparing the sharpness of her urge to last time, she had only minutes to put a plan into action before watering the floor. The simple knowledge that she even had a real limit caused her some dread. But the effort sunk into holding completely scrambled her thoughts. She attempted to apply toothpaste to her toothbrush, but didn’t want to sacrifice the hand on her underwear, which now bore a portentous swath of pee residue.
Tink beat her older sister to the understanding that was coming to her anyway. “Well, I don’t know about you,” Tink said, “But I gotta go, am not in the mood to come up with a new place, and am not even really dry yet anyway so I’m gonna do this.” She stepped into the shower and didn’t even bother to squat, standing with her legs barely apart before pee sprayed out from between them. Her bright shorts grew dark and shiny in the crotch once again, as if being all one color was the real unnatural state. Rivulets sprung to life on both her thighs. A stream falling freely out of one pant leg pounded the shower floor, turning the skin of her feet sparkly with the splatter.
The show made Tock pause her pee-dance and gape, if only for a few moments. She resumed dancing but asked, “You’re not going to bed like that, are you?”
Running the water to rinse the pee off her legs and the shower stall, Tink gave a grin that was full of mischief. “Nope. I still have one change of clothes left.”
Tock’s eyes grew wide. The little rat did! The older sister would have stopped moving again out of shock if she weren’t so pressed to pee herself, now even closer to the edge after watching and listening to such a stunt. It occurred to her that the stall was still available for a recorded go. Now was as good a time as any.
At least, it would have been, had Tock’s bladder muscles not started trembling and slackening while making that choice. She was already cupping pee in her hands that had run through her panties by the time she was ready. About out of fight, she reconsidered pulling them down. It was another first for her that rather than going through a complete failure of her bladder like she had outside, this time, there was an element of deliberately letting go.
Unlike her sister, Tock did decide to squat, gripping the soap caddie for balance while a vigorous urine stream rewarmed her underwear. She suddenly understood why Tink made little issue out of doing it standing. The pee went everywhere anyway, pooling around her feet and making a dense pattern of flecks as high up as her ankles. Tock had saved almost nothing by her effort at staying low.
Tink, catching the flash of doubt across her sister’s face, was looking on as if in the audience of a magic show. “Tock! Are you... wetting on purpose?”
Tock sheepishly met her sister’s eyes. The younger girl’s tone was less alarmed than it was pleasantly proven wrong. Tock glanced back at the pee stream trilling warmly through her underwear for the second time today. “Yeah, I guess I am.” She let profound relief envelop her until her bladder emptied. Once it was over, she was still alive and well, the only lasting effect being a pair of panties as wet and clingy as they had been that afternoon. Not nearly as severe a consequence as she once imagined. The whole situation suddenly made her feel sort of proud of herself.
Tink raised her eyebrows. “Well, you have one change left if you want to use it, but seeing you in peed panties is pretty wild.” The younger sister’s own crotch was still very wet too. For the moment, the pair again were pissy twins.
Tock squeezed out the gusset of her underwear, not bothering to try finding enough dry space on them to wipe her fingers. She chose the lower part of her shirt instead. She felt like passing on her second clothes-change. Wearing the panties she had peed in on purpose, as close as it had been, seemed to have a different effect on her than after the accident. Getting pee on herself, territory she had once almost superstitiously avoided, now all but beckoned her forward. Granted she still didn’t get enjoyment from it as fundamentally as Tink might, but it was one less thing to fear. One more piece of proof that she was not dependent on the toilet for her bladder needs. Tink’s natural inclination to bring her into the fold of casual wetters might turn out to be a fearsome equalizer for Tock in the contest. Little sis might have relied on her readiness to get wet as an advantage. But should the need arise, Tock now had the same ability. When Tock got in bed after repeating Tink’s rinsing of her feet in the shower stall, the dampness and lingering tang of pee in her nose reminded her that the game had only just begun. |
6: River of Dreams
Tink climbed into bed after getting some clean underwear and another oversized T-shirt she used as a nightgown. This was shaping up to be one of the best weeks of her life. Her sister showed a trooper’s resilience to the challenge, especially with the decision to continue after that major accident. No matter who clinched the win in the end, this wet vacation could already be considered an outstanding success.
Like for actual troopers too, nightfall was not time-out. The realization caused Tink to flick her eyes open in bed. She had to run an idea by Tock, hopefully before she fell asleep.
The dampness in the older sister’s panties had barely begun to warm under the covers when her bedroom door cracked open.
“Sorry if you were asleep,” Tink whispered in announcing herself, “But I thought of something.”
Tock had not quite fallen asleep, so grunted acknowledgement. “Yeah, what is it?”
“Know how the rules say we have to watch each other when we go? Well, what if one of us has to go at night? We’d have to wake the other person up.”
That thought did not sound fun, but Tink was right. “Yeah, so?” Tock replied. “Unless you want after bedtime to be solo pee.”
“Heck no, no easy mode,” Tink said, banishing the thought. “I just feel like if one of us has to go, it would be too easy to cheat. Or at least if I have to go, I’m gonna forget to bring you and get points that way. Could we sleep in the same room to make it easier?”
Tock contemplated the proposal. It was pretty clear they were both having way too much fun playing fair to think about cheating, but a little extra security wouldn’t hurt. “I guess. You want the floor or sharing the bed?”
The little sister thought for only a beat. “The bed, please? I don’t feel like setting up on the floor. If you don’t mind, at least.”
It would be the first time they shared a bed in years, but not the first time ever. “Fine by me. Just don’t pee in it.” Tock slid over to let her in. The comment was mostly meant to tease her, but the idea of Tink wetting her older sister’s bed was not impossible. Tock had just begun to accept the sensations of her own pee on her. Somebody else’s should not be all that different. Whatever. If it happened, Tink would get a point and have to clean it up. She stopped worrying about it.
The next thing Tock knew, she and her sister were sitting on the floor of their shared bedroom of their old apartment. The TV was on but she was not particularly paying attention. Instead, she was watching Tink sitting cross-legged in her baggy sleep shirt. She was trying not to be obvious, but Tock could tell what was going on. Tink’s bladder pushed so strongly, her sister could feel it herself. “Somebody has to go potty,” Tock teased, kneading her own crotch. “You’re making me have to go too.” She glanced at the toilet right there in the room.
“No I don’t,” Tink said, drawing her knees up in the way she did so often when she held it. When Tock got a glimpse of her underwear, however, the gusset was dry.
“You’d better go before you have an accident,” Tock warned.
“Ugh, fine!” Tink answered. She rose to her feet and plopped onto the closed toilet lid. A geyser of pee sprayed up and out from between her legs. Tock immediately felt the release in her own bladder and was pelted with her sister’s warm shower on her left thigh. That Tink had utterly flooded the room and covered her with pee was no worry. She had made it to the toilet.
Tink’s voice mumbled in her ear. She was once again back in her current bedroom catching the lavender-colored rays of dawn, but the feeling of pee from the dream lingered.
“Tock,” the little sister repeated, climbing over her sister in trying to escape the puddle, “You’re peeing the bed.”
Yeah right. She shook the haze of sleep off herself. Very funny. She might have done a little, but no doubt most of it was Tink. The older girl hadn’t peed the bed since that one time when she was seven, and… had a dream about peeing. She felt her crotch; it was soaked. Her sister had only a few damp spots on her shirt from lying beside the culprit.
Tock sat up in her mess, which squelched as she shifted. Her mattress might never be the same. “Shit, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Tink soothed, leaning over to hug her before bouncing as her playful spirit returned, “It just means we’re even on points now.”
Tock flopped back down, not even caring about her shirt in the wet spot. A wave of some gloomy feeling– grief? seemed to overtake her and she did not know why. Tink was right– it ultimately wasn’t that big a deal. She’d get cleaned up, take her point like a big girl, and that would be the end of it. On the surface, even the prospect of a defiled mattress did not upset her. Her parents would not be mad should they ever find out, and she had discovered since Tink’s wetting habit began that the scent of pee was not in itself unpleasant either. It was a marker of the happiness that she and her sister had managed to reap from so basic a function.
The feeling of grief, she determined, came from the sense that there was no going back. No matter what happened in her life from now on, she was a girl who had soaked her bed at seventeen. That knowledge would stay with her forever. Already she imagined her future self-confidence taking a hit. If she was not mature enough to stay dry at night despite being on the verge of adulthood, then when?
Tink’s fussing brought her sister out of her wet navel-gazing. She still stood by the side of the bed, squirming and letting out little sounds. “Mm, now what?” Tink mused. “Can I pee on your bed too? It’s already wet so it shouldn’t count as a mess.”
“What?!” Tock said.
“Please,” Tink urged, jumping and wringing the hem of her shirt. Seeing how the girl’s bladder control deteriorated over a few days of hardship, she might have already started going.
Tock sighed. Saying no would mean Tink would probably pee on the floor and get another point, but also make a huge puddle in her room. Screw it, it was a special occasion. “Fine,” she said, “But don’t get any on my pillow.”
The younger sister, like a high-jumper, managed to clear Tock and land on her own side of the bed. A noisy spray signaled her landing. “Ah,” Tink indulged, letting her head fall back on the pillow while her pee spilled everywhere– her shirt, legs, and the sheets, merging with Tock’s puddle. “I’m sorry about your bed, but did it feel this good for you too?”
Tock blushed, but told the truth. “Yeah.” She had obviously not tried to get up yet either. The wet, faintly smelly expanse was something she wished could last forever. Keeping her eyes closed, she asked Tink, “Does it ever occur to you that we are really messed up?”
The more freshly-wet sister laughed. “You wet the bed while playing a hardcore peeing game. I pee myself like all the time and don’t even feel bad. Who’s more messed up?”
That got a smile out of her. “Good point.” They both lay there in their mutual dampness for a few more minutes before Tock spoke again. “Seriously though, we are not gonna be able to make it through school like this. You wanna take a break today?”
Tink propped herself on her elbow when turning to her sister, making a fresh squelchy noise. “Like call a time-out from the game?”
“Yeah,” Tock resigned, figuring they would have to go back to reality eventually. “Or… we could give ourselves a break while staying in the game.”
“Yeah, how?”
“We go to the pool.”
Tink’s eyes lit up. “I like the way you think.”
The public pool was out of bike range, but Tock could drive now, and had permission to borrow her mom’s car while both parents were away. As morally grey as it was to pee in the pool, they would likely not be the only ones doing so. |
He never got a break, not even one, not in this hellhole that masqueraded as an office building. Scrambling in the dark with nothing but a flashlight in his hand, not running even as the...monster crawled behind him on four massive hands like some sort of fever dream nightmare. Frantically trying to slap that button into the wiring and press it, those cubicles finally moved, getting out of the way for him so he could see down the dark tunnel that would...somehow lead out of here for him.
He could hear it, the D.O.T Matrix coming closer, the flashlight in his hand wavering with his shaking limbs, not letting him look away from the dim glow of it, the hands moving so unnaturally...What little amount of confidence he had after finally solving this puzzle was broken, he couldn’t take this anymore, the beam of light flickering over the monster, his own hand unable to be steady as his feet moved. Forcing him to run, alerting the monster, but he was already gone, breaking out into a place more well-lit, his footsteps slowed to a stop, Brian’s chest heaved, gasping for air, his slim body not built for all the running he was forced to be doing as a hunter...How had it only been a handful of hours in this hell of his?
Brian’s eyes went wide, the tremble that never seemed to leave his shoulders, arms...knees, making him shake as he looked up at this mountain of appliances, lockers, and wires. He couldn’t go around this, he’d have to find another way, maybe risk getting attacked by an overworked office worker, and climb a cubicle wall? He tried to calm himself, taking the moment of silence to flick off his flashlight, turning back into the area with the D.O.T Matrix...Maybe it had left knowing it’s prey had escaped?
Two steps, the sound of his cheap shoes hitting the tiles before again he heard it, the sound of a screeching dying printer, scrambling at him, beeping angrily at him like he was somehow the cause of all its problems. His fingers loosened around his flashlight, tightening just before he dropped it sweat soaking his underarms, before he turned...Without hesitation he went spelunking into the odd nest, the absurd thought flashing to the forefront of his mind as he scrambled behind some wires, an old filing cabinet casting its shadow on the man.
Was this its nest?
No that is absurd, it’s a machine! Right? His breath felt so loud, like it would give him away at any minute, and he forced a hand to go over his lower lips, covering his nose as his vision blurred, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. Fear was his only friend most of the time, now he was even scared he lost Kate.
The sound of a printer, one that seemed to have the world’s worst paper jam came closer, finger nails off giant hands scraping the floor and making Brian tense, his muscles spasming from just how tightly he held them. He was so scared, so so scared of dying for this witch hunting cause.
Brian couldn’t close his eyes, the flashlight slipping from his fingers and hitting a bundle of wires, before rolling onto the tile and hitting his shoe. It was a soft noise, the softest, but what he knew fucked him was the tiny teary gasp he made. The machine, too massive to be anything but another nightmare came to life paused in its gait, the buttons on its ‘face’ beeping, changing color, as it changed direction. It had only just barely come inside the nest, but now it was facing his hiding spot. Moving slowly it came towards him, glowing lights shining a thin shaft on his face as his knees trembled.
Warmth gathered in his stomach, and he didn’t know if he was going to puke or pass out, he couldn’t...He couldn’t take this! He was so scared! Why wouldn’t anyone come to save him? His knees pressed together, his ankles moving apart, yet Brian still couldn’t close his eyes. Tears overwhelmed them, and slipped down his cheeks, dripping onto his soft blue blazer, darkening little spots on the fabric.
Brian felt more than that liquid on himself, and his eyes went so wide he was sure they’d pop out of his skull for a split second, his other hand, free from its burden, pushed itself between his thighs feeling the warm wet heat.
‘No...notnow...please...pleaseplease...not now’’ It was a mantra inside his head, the issue he had been hoping to avoid all day finally coming back to haunt him. He had hoped he’d have one day, just one where he didn’t have to be scared of pissing himself, not on his new job..not on his first day.
His hand squeezed himself, fingers trembling as he pressed his other hand’s palm harder against his own lips, his knees pressing together in the hopes of keeping himself from wetting, he should have worn protection...but he had been so scared of someone seeing it through his pants! His first day was such a mess, and now...so was he.
The D.O.T Matrix came closer, the box of the printer pressing against wires as something loudly creaked underneath them, something Brian hoped to god wouldn’t be another awful nightmare. As the machine got closer, Brain gently shuffled backwards, his shaking back touching more wires, the wall of the nest, warmth that felt like a fire gathering lower and lower in his stomach, promising him it could make him feel better..like the liar it always was when his body betrayed him.
He drew in a breath, trying to calm himself down...but it was too harsh, too loud, the D.O.T Matrix reached out its metal arm, slipping it through the small gap in the wires to reach out of him, and...his body just simply couldn’t take the strain, the tension...the fear he held in his body.
Rivulets of yellow ran down the soft blue fabric, making him whimper, a sound the D.O.T heard, he knew it heard, but at this point that metal arm driving itself into his skull, taking away all the pain and fear sounded kind of nice. The suit’s color darkened down one leg of his pants, soaking all the way down to his shoes, gathering on the tile as he let out a muffled sob against the palm of his hand, his eyes finally closing as the shadow of that thin metal arm came closer to him.
The fabric couldn’t hold much more than his initial stream, and he cried into his hand, whimpering and sobbing, eyes squeezed closed, as the liquid streamed harder from the fabric, pittering to the floor, the sound mixing with the heartbeat he seemed to feel in his ears. The golden puddle rippling as he dared to peak open his eyes, wanting to see why the D.O.T hadn’t killed him, spilled his blood so his coworkers could find him the way he deserved to be found, bloody in a puddle of his own piss...He was so pathetic…
The arm was wavering, static charges jumping from the metal an inch from his face, making his trembles and sobs that much worse. The poor little witch hunter couldn’t take it anymore, his knees gave out and he sunk to the floor, the blue fabric of his suit soaking through. It was growing cold, not helping his trembles as he wrapped an arm around himself, watching the monster desperately try to reach him, and for a second...he thought about going to it.
Then, all at once, with a loud crack, the floor gave away, Brian’s screams, cracking in the middle like a prepubescent boys, faded in the dark hole, the light-less abyss swallowing him whole.
Edited March 21, 2021 by Harpy
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Here's the next HololiveEN story, this time focused on TakaMori. This is the most erotic story in the series so far, so I hope it's not off-putting for anyone. Let me know what you think. Thank you!
Muffled moans and miscellaneous noises whimpered from beyond a bathroom door. Inside, two girls were against the wall, intensely making out and feeling each other’s bodies. Kiara straddled herself against her lover’s leg, grinding her crotch against it through her soiled panties. Calli, however, was enjoying it as much as she possibly could considering the situation. Usually, she would be showered and clean before doing this sort of thing with another person. But instead, she continued swapping spit with her girlfriend, leaning against the wall as Kiara rubbed the pink-haired girl’s clit through her own underwear. As both of their pussies lubricated with their natural juices, their pace quickened. They wouldn’t admit it, but being in such a situation in a public restroom was such a turn-on for them, and it showed. As if all their desires had culminated into one moment, the two lovers moaned heavily into each other’s mouths as they were overcome with pleasure, climaxing on each other. They stared into each other’s eyes as they let the afterglow settle, a string of saliva suspended from their lips. Equally embarrassed and satisfied with what they had just done, they left the bathroom hand-in-hand to continue going about their date.
“Hey, do you think this one looks good on me?” The orange-haired girl practically jumped out of the changing room into Calliope’s face, sporting an overly eccentric neon dress. Kiara had managed to drag her along on a shopping spree in Akihabara. Looking mildly pained, Calli looked her girlfriend up and down.
“Looks like you’re wearing vomit,” the reaper retorted.
“Hey, that’s not a very nice thing to say to your lover,” Kiara jested before reaching behind Calli and firmly squeezing her posterior, evoking a light moan. “OR, could it be that you’re eager to get it on?” The phoenix-girl rotated her body awkwardly in an attempt to appear sexy.
“Knock it off… How are you always so damn horny?” Calli swatted Kiara’s hand away. It wasn’t like she wasn’t feeling the same way, but she had other pressing issues on her mind, or rather, her anus. She needed to shit. The Chinese food they had eaten at a nearby food court had quickly caught up with her, weighing down her stomach. That being said, she wasn’t particularly fond of using public toilets, even less in a tourist hotspot like Akihabara. What’s more, Kiara seemed to be enjoying herself, and she didn’t want to awkwardly or inappropriately interrupt the date because of her “call of nature”. She opted to hold it, even if it was getting uncomfortable.
Kiara was also suffering from the same dilemma and shared her girlfriend’s thoughts on the matter. Her bowels felt heavy, and her abdomen were tight, but that’s not what her primary concern was. She was looking at Calli, who looked bored and uninterested. Questioning herself, she monologued to herself, “Am I being a burden to her? Am I boring? Does she want to go home?” The mystical girl pondered her own thoughts, trying her best to keep a cheerful attitude and maintain her smile. Like Calli, she didn’t want to ruin the date with a need to use the restroom.
With the two of them forcing themselves to suck up their discomfort, Kiara changed back into her normal clothes they continued shopping. They had a lot of progress on foot, moving from store to store. From Calli’s perspective, her lover seemed to be having the time of her life. From the opposing outlook, Kiara was growing more frustrated at the increasingly disinterested-looking tsundere. Both of their feelings intensified as time moved on, as well as their need to poop.
About two hours had passed since they had started store-hopping, and at one point, both girls had stopped talking altogether. As their bowels strained to keep their contents inside, their bladders had also filled, compounding onto their desperation. After a time, Calli had finally reached her limit. Acknowledging that she needed to get to a toilet soon, she stopped Kiara and told her, “Hey, today was great and all, but I think I should really start heading home.”
Hearing the words she last wanted to hear, the usually peppy girl started to cry. “I’m sorry,” was all she could let out between sobs.
“Hey,” Calli reached around and embraced Kiara from behind. “What’s wrong,” she continued, leaning against her lover’s back.
“Why do you act like I’m what’s wrong?!” Kiara flared up, much to Calli’s surprise. “You spend the whole time not saying a single word! You practically did your best to ignore me, but now I’m somehow the weird one…”
The pink-haired girl couldn’t think of any way to console Kiara, she decided that the best thing she could do was tell the truth. “Hey, it’s not your fault,” she started. Continuing, she asked, “Can you promise not to laugh if I tell you what’s up?” A confused Kiara turned to face Calli, but did nothing else but nod her head. The reaper’s apprentice sighed briefly, barely believing what she was about to say to the girl in front of her. After a moment, she stammered, “I… uhhh… I-I kinda need to… um… use the restroom… badly.” As she struggled to finish her sentence, she looked down from embarrassment. For a moment, the atmosphere was still, until suddenly, she could hear Kiara start to laugh.
“This is quite possibly the dumbest moment of my life,” Kiara chuckled.
Visually upset by her girlfriend’s amusement at her pain, Calliope said, “You know, it’s not very fu- ACK!” Her outburst was cut short by a sharp pain in her body. Against her own will, her anus opened slightly and a small spurt of liquid shit shot directly into her red panties. Tears started to stream through her eyes as she looked desperately into Kiara’s eyes, which gave her all the information she needed. The orange-haired girl had dried her tears and grabbed her girlfriend by the hand and ushered her to the nearest family restroom.
Once inside, Calli spared no effort in locking the door and rushing to the toilet. By the time she had sat down, several spurts of hot and wet poop had escaped into her underwear. Making it to the toilet, she let out a deep groan as she crapped her heart out after a must needed release. However, just as soon as she had let everything go, the somewhat standoffish girl had realized she made a fatal error.
“No, no, nononononono!” Calli felt appalled at herself as she lifted her dress for confirmation. In the heat of the moment, her desperation had overwhelmed her and she had forgotten to remove her panties. However, it was too late for her to fix her mistake, as semi-solid diarrhea poured into her sexy, lace panties. She was left helpless, and could only make loud moans and groans in protests as her underwear tented outwards. Quickly running out of room in the back, her shit thusly started spreading to front, all the while making her underwear sag and become stained beyond any redemption. After a moment, she had started to wet herself as well, as a steady stream pierced right through her soiled garments. Left doomed to her fate, she sat back down on the toilet and finished her business… in her panties.
Immediately outside, Kiara wasn’t faring any better. The mix of the drama and sudden movements she had made during the couple’s episode had put great strain on her stomach. “Fuck…” was all she could manage to say, clutching her belly. The pressure she had been feeling had constantly been growing, and unlike Calli, she was nowhere as resilient. She knew she needed release, but she also knew that entering the bathroom was impossible. Scarce on options, she made a choice she’d soon regret. As an answer to the pressure in her bowels, she let out a small fart. Passing some gas had given the desperate girl some relief, but not enough to be comfortable. As an additional consequence, she felt as though her asshole had widened slightly, and became nervous about doing such an unladylike action again.
Time passed, and Kiara had noticed that Calli had shown no signs of coming out any time soon. She wasn’t able to worry about her lover however, as her urge to defecate came back stronger than before. Uncertain as to when she’d get her chance to relieve herself, Kiara had decided to once again pass gas. This time, however, had turned sour as something much more solid had slid from the girl’s butt into her white panties. “Oh my god…” Kiara reached her hand behind her and pressed it against her panties, feeling it expand outwards against her will. Unable to stop what she started, several thick, semi-solid logs of poop moved their way into the phoenix’s underwear, combining with the other logs to make a more consolidated mess. Lifting her skirt up from the front, she could see her panties potentially sagging below the hem, which would leave her mess visible for all to see.
Kiara should have felt appalled at what she’d just done. She had known that. But in the back of her mind, against all odds, she was getting aroused. She had just shit herself in public, and she’d never felt hornier. It took a great deal of restraint for her to not start masturbating in public right where she stood. Reveling in her own sexual frustration, she exclaimed, “What the FUCK is wrong with me?” Panting from being put in heat by her public accident, she deliberately released control over her bladder, letting pee leak down the sides of her legs. This did nothing to quell her arousal, however as she started to massage the bugle behind her. While edging herself with her own shit, Calli had opened the door to the bathroom with only one statement.
“I… shit myself.”
Those three words forced Kiara to the edge as pushed Calli back in the room, soon following and locking the door behind her.
“Umm… What’s going on?” Calli blushed heavily as the sight of a very clearly heated Kiara. The other girl, in turn, softly pinned Calli against the wall and started kissing her. Calli had never been more confused in her life, and what Kiara said next drove her thoughts wild.
“Don’t worry. I did too.”
At first, what felt like a one-sided eroticism quickly turned into a mutual understanding. It didn’t take long for both girls to have the hands all over each other, paying little mind to the messes in their respective underwear.
“You know, if people saw us, we’d be shunned as total freaks,” Calli said as she broke off their kiss.
“I know. I don’t care,” Kiara responded, reengaging the kiss.
Muffled moans and miscellaneous noises whimpered from beyond a bathroom door. Inside, two girls were against the wall, intensely making out and feeling each other’s bodies. Kiara straddled herself against her lover’s leg, grinding her crotch against it through her soiled panties. Calli, however, was enjoying it as much as she possibly could considering the situation. Usually, she would be showered and clean before doing this sort of thing with another person. But instead, she continued swapping spit with her girlfriend, leaning against the wall as Kiara rubbed the pink-haired girl’s clit through her own underwear. As both of their pussies lubricated with their natural juices, their pace quickened. They wouldn’t admit it, but being in such a situation in a public restroom was such a turn-on for them, and it showed. As if all their desires had culminated into one moment, the two lovers moaned heavily into each other’s mouths as they were overcome with pleasure, climaxing on each other. They stared into each other’s eyes as they let the afterglow settle, a string of saliva suspended from their lips. Equally embarrassed and satisfied with what they had just done, they left the bathroom hand-in-hand to continue going about their date. |
also available on ao3 under the name where the baptized drown. the other kinks/rough sex bits can be skipped over if that's not your thing.
jude = the joker. this is part of a 'verse where bruce works with him and kills people and stuff.
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April 2010
They were laying together in bed in the penthouse, exchanging slow, deep, lazy kisses. Jude rolled over to grab the lube from the nightstand and winced. Bruce reached out with his hand to touch Jude’s shoulder:
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Jude huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine, just — gotta piss. Lemme up real quick.”
A rush of heat railed down Bruce’s spine and exploded in his stomach. It clouded his brain and made rational thinking impossible, and so Bruce did not hear himself say, “No,” until it was already out of his mouth.
Instantly the heat was replaced by cold glass shards of panic. If it was anyone else — hell, even if it had been Rachel — he could’ve passed it off merely as a control thing. But it was Jude. It was Jude and he knew Bruce, he knew every single thing about him and he was intelligent and Bruce could see him working it out in his eyes and in the soft amused curl to his mouth.
“No?” he repeated, almost gently. But Bruce could hardly hear him over the rush in his ears. His face was so hot he had to roll onto his back and stare at the ceiling, hardly able to breathe. The panic wrapped its tight burning fingers around his lungs and squeezed. He’d kept it a secret for two years. He’d been so good for two years. When he’d get himself off and Jude would ask what he was thinking about he’d tell partial lies: I’m hurting you. You’re in pain. And sometimes — rarely — he could get himself off thinking about it the way Jude thought, just beating him, spraying blood from his mouth or his nose. But it wasn’t often. It wasn’t the same way Jude could. And when he thought about the other thing and lied to Jude he felt sick with guilt, and even sicker when he got off anyway, fucked up images flashing through his head, things he couldn’t admit even to himself, things he’d never been able to admit to himself —
The thing was Jude was fucked up too. He had his fucked up kinks and Bruce knew about them, had always known, and they roleplayed with the kinks sometimes, or they talked their way through sex with detailed fantasies about the things Jude needed from Bruce, the things Jude wanted to do to Bruce. But Bruce had known about Jude’s kinks from the beginning, from when they’d still just been Batman and the Joker. Jude had never made it a secret the things he wanted, the things he liked. He reveled in it. In fact Bruce had come to realize that other people knowing was part of the kink, that Jude enjoyed letting people know he wanted pain, he needed pain, he needed to be beaten and humiliated as long as it was entirely on his terms and under his control. The rest of the kink had far more complexities and intricacies that Jude had only let Bruce know about, but Jude didn’t mind letting Bruce know, either. He wanted him to know. He liked that Bruce knew and Bruce enjoyed indulging him, he got off seeing Jude get off, seeing the pleasure these things brought him, the bruises and the cutting and the blood and Bruce bringing Jude just to the brink of orgasm and then leaving him with his cock in a ring so he couldn’t come, the biting and the scrapes with his nails and the knifeplay and the rape fantasies and the electroshock therapy fantasies and the drugged fantasies, all of it. Bruce loved it because Jude loved it, and even more so because he knew this wasn’t something Jude wanted with just anyone, that the masochistic pain-loving side he displayed for other people was only the very surface level of it and that Jude trusted Bruce more than he’d ever trusted anyone else. But Bruce —
— Bruce hadn’t ever been able to come to terms with what he liked. Not even once he saw the amount of fucked up off-kilter hardcore shit Jude was into. Once, in late summer 2009, Jude had told him, ‘I’ll try anything once,’ and Bruce had very nearly admitted what he wanted, but he just couldn’t. He just couldn’t, and he wasn’t even really sure what his hold-up over it was, except that it was there, and it was dug in so deep it was nearly part of the kink itself. The shame. The embarrassment. The horror. You like that? he’d always imagined Rachel saying, if she’d ever found out. That’s fucking sick, Bruce. And Jude… Jude might not say the same. But he’d think it. Surely, he must think it. Because people weren’t into what Bruce was into. Not normal people. He thought sometimes if he was into any other kind of weird sex stuff — come-eating, or if he had a foot kink —
(which, hell, he kind of did, at least where Jude was concerned, but that was more because he liked every part of Jude than because he was fixated on feet as a whole)
— but it would’ve still been easier. He could’ve just said hey, this is what I want, and Jude would’ve laughed at him but indulged him too, let him fuck the arches of his feet or suck his toes or his fingers or whatever he wanted to do. They rimmed each other and Jude liked Bruce to put his teeth on his cock even though it hurt him and it might’ve not been bad — if it was something like that, if it was something excusable —
“Wayne?” Jude’s voice, still gentle. It occurred to Bruce he’d been saying his name for a while. His fingers were on Bruce’s shoulder and he’d rolled back over onto his side. His tongue came out and wet the side of his mouth. “Hey, honey — look at me, huh?”
Bruce forced himself to look. The panic lifted one hand from his lungs to slap the back of his head. You fuck up, it whispered in its sinuous serpentine voice. You complete fucking loser.
Jude’s throat flexed as he swallowed. He reached up from Bruce’s shoulder and touched his cheek and Bruce had to physically remind himself to stay still. “It’s okay,” Jude said, softly, “hey? It’s just me, right? It’s just us? If this is something you want — ”
Bruce’s eyes blurred. His throat was so dry he had to work to make himself speak. He couldn’t — he couldn’t. Even with Jude looking at him like that. Even with Jude’s voice barely a whisper in his ear, Jude right there, gentle, warm, understanding, patient — no. No. “No,” he said, and it cracked. “I can’t — ” He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He huffed out through his mouth, frustrated. Furious. Miserably alone and aching with how fucking much he desired and wanted and needed this and how he couldn’t push past this stupid fucking barrier even for the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “I can’t, Jude. Okay? I c- I just can’t.”
Jude bit his mouth. The understanding and the sliver of tender pity in his eyes was almost too much. Bruce had to restrain himself from snapping — though he knew Jude would just take it, the way he took everything. The way he’d probably take this, if Bruce could just stop being such a fucking coward —
“It’s okay,” Jude said. He stroked Bruce’s cheek again, then sat up. The sheets pooled around his waist as he slung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Bruce could see the faint bulge his bladder made against his waist and the thread of desire that wound around his body was so strong it made him nauseous. Fuck, he wanted — fuck. He just wanted. “It’s all right, honey. I’m just gonna go — ” he gestured at the bathroom — “and then we can — if you still want — ”
“Yes,” Bruce whispered. He had to close his eyes. His throat was tight. “Yes, I want.”
“Okay,” Jude said. Bruce listened to his feet pad across the floor. He heard the bathroom door snick shut. He bunched the sheets up in his hands and whimpered into the soft cotton. When Jude came back a minute or so later Bruce had breathed his way through the worst of it and was able to focus his attention and energy on making Jude feel good, which was what he wanted. It served as its usual distraction piece. He didn’t want to see any more of that pity in Jude’s eyes so he made him stay on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow. He gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and sank his nails into the skin, drawing blood. He bit his shoulder and fucked him, bottoming out inside him, flesh slapping wetly and heatedly in the stillness of the room. He called Jude a slut and a whore and slapped him and pulled his hair so hard Jude screamed a little bit, hoarse, tinged with laughter. He sank his teeth into the flesh around the scars and dragged his nails across the scars on his arms, and when he came, when they both came, he closed his eyes and shoved his face between Jude’s shoulder blades, right up against his spine, and he didn’t think, and he didn’t think, and he didn’t think.
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He wasn’t sure if everyone knew their defining moment of getting into a kink; he knew Jude didn’t have one, just that he’d always liked violence, and had decided relatively early on he wasn’t going to make a big deal about it, because he liked what he liked and it wasn’t going to go away and why should he bother denying himself that pleasure. But Bruce knew when he’d gotten into his — he’d tried to forget it, and he’d tried to deny that it was what it was, but he knew. He’d always known.
There were three separate incidents, scattered through his early years. The first: he’d been three or four, maybe. He’d needed the bathroom really badly and he couldn’t remember exactly why he hadn’t been able to get to it for so long, but by the time he got in he was already wetting himself. The downstairs bathroom at Wayne Manor had been massive, as big as a regular room, but Bruce had known he wouldn’t get up the stairs without ruining the carpet and he’d yanked his pants down and stumbled into the walk-in shower, which was much closer to the door, and pissed into the drain. He’d just stood there trembling with his legs squeezed together and pissed all over himself and his pants. His mother had found him and cleaned him off and somewhere in there, in the growing desperation, in the frantic realization that he was going to wet himself, in the stumbling, in the relief, in the humiliation of his mother washing him — one or all of those things had sparked something off. He and Rachel would play with her Barbies and he’d pretend they were wetting themselves into her tea set cups and she’d squeal at how disgusting it was. Or he’d make his action figures piss off the side of the balcony in his room. He tried sneaking in to watch his father or Alfred when they used the bathroom but his father had put a stop to that really quick, and he couldn’t think about it without feeling that sick dread — the shame of being caught, of knowing he was doing something wrong, without understanding why.
The second: he was maybe six or seven. It was high summer and he and Rachel were in the fields beyond the manor. They’d been drinking a lot of water to keep hydrated and Rachel was wearing her favorite summer dress. They were playing hide and seek by an old tree and suddenly from behind the trunk Bruce heard Rachel crying. Fear plunged into his heart because he assumed she’d hurt herself but when he ran around the tree he saw her gripping herself tightly through her dress. She was pissing down the trunk into her good shoes and the hem of her dress was soaked. She looked up at him with her teeth sunk into her lower lip and her eyes shining and she said, “I’m having an accident, it was an emergency, I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it, I — please don’t get mad — ”
Whatever passed for desire in those days rushed through Bruce’s whole body. He couldn’t stop staring at her, the trembling muscles, the desperate clench of her hands between her legs, the way the piss ran and ran down between her thighs. “I’m not mad,” he said. “Do you want me to go get your mom?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered, and he ran off. He got Mrs. Dawes and he couldn’t remember what happened after, except that after that Rachel wouldn’t play so far from the house anymore. He’d never been sure if she remembered that incident or not. Certainly she never brought it up. Certainly he never brought it up.
The third: the worst. The most shameful. Worse than being caught by his father at trying to peek into the bathroom. Worse than wishing he could share a stall with a boy at school. Worse than feeling humiliated when he tried to play with Rachel’s Barbies after the tree incident and she told him, you can’t make them do that disgusting potty thing anymore, Bruce. You’re not allowed. Worst of all of them. He wasn’t entirely sure something like this couldn’t send him to jail, if anyone ever found out. But he remembered it. He couldn’t block it out. He’d blocked out whole chunks of his life from that same time, but not this. Not any of the night itself, but especially not this:
His dad’s body slammed into the ground in the alley. His ears were ringing crazily and the smell of cordite was sharp in his nostrils and the iron rich scent of blood. It would be months, he remembered, before either of those smells got out of his nose or his skin or his hair or his clothes or his fingers or his eyes or any part of him at all. He stared at his dad dying in the rainwater with his blood pooling under his shirt and spreading out beneath his suit jacket and then he looked further and he saw what was spreading beneath his father’s pants. Piss darkened his crotch as his bladder released with his fear and with his death. Bruce stared at it, running down his legs. Soaking the fine fabric. On his other side his mother fell, and the same sequence of events happened: blood pooled from her chest, and piss stained her crotch. She was aware of herself enough she tried to grip herself and Bruce stared at her hand folding uselessly between her legs in the moments before it slackened and she died, too.
The gunman darted away, down the alley, into the night. Bruce could feel his own crotch dampening with fear, but he barely had anything in him, because his dad had made him go to the bathroom before the performance. When the police arrived Bruce was still staring at the piss on his father’s pants. He wished — he wanted to rewind the moment. Over and over. Gunshot, fall, piss. As the ambulance carried him away, shock blanket around his shoulders, he thought about how badly his dad must’ve had to go before he was killed. There had been a lot of piss. He was sick into a trashcan, but he couldn’t erase the thought. He wondered if his parents had been killed because he was so sick. He’d tried to block it out after that. For years he’d tried. He’d pretend the dreams he had about uncontrollable urination were just because he needed to piss in his sleep. He pretended all of his fantasies didn’t involve Rachel’s hand between her legs, Rachel squeezing her thighs together, Rachel potty-dancing in front of a toilet. He pretended he couldn’t remember anything from the night his parents died. He pretended it didn’t feel fucking good to stagger into filthy back alleys in Asia and piss after a long session of sparring, or after a long session of control therapy where he’d refuse his body any sort of relief for hours as part of his training. He pretended, and he pretended, and he pretended. But it hadn’t done any good. Even now, with Jude, when he fantasized, it was in the vaguest possible ways, without naming it to himself, without fully picturing what he wanted, and it still didn’t do any good. It was still there. Every single fucked up shameful humiliating aching wanting needing part of it. He was still fucked up beyond repair and now Jude knew and Jude was going to leave. He’d think about it and decide he couldn’t handle having a freak for a boyfriend and he’d leave. He’d kick Bruce out of the gang. And then Bruce would have nothing. He’d be nothing. All because he hadn’t been able to keep his fucking mouth shut for once in his life.
He lay awake until dawn staring at the ceiling. Jude was beside him sleeping or pretending to; at one point Bruce must have made a noise, or else Jude was just severely in tune with him, because he rolled over and half woke and touched Bruce’s cheek again:
“‘s all right, honey,” he murmured, “‘m here.” Then he subsided again, tucking his face against Bruce’s neck, folding their fingers together. But Bruce knew it was only a matter of time. Once Jude woke up, once he remembered —
‘I’ll try anything once.’ But he can’t have meant this. ‘If you want — ’ But he can’t have really meant it. He was just indulging because that’s what he did. He was just telling Bruce yes because he never said no. He didn’t want this. No one wanted this.
Bruce covered his mouth with his hand. He shut his eyes. The panic curled up over his chest and settled in.
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Jude’s favorite fantasy was when Bruce pretended to drug him with chlorpromazine and then rape him. They had a bottle of placebos that looked a lot like the actual antipsychotic. Bruce would slip Jude one between his lips and hold his jaw shut until he swallowed. If Jude refused he’d crack him across the jaw. If Jude talked back — which he did sometimes, laughing at Bruce from beneath lidded eyes, taunting him — he’d hit him even harder. Usually by the time the pill was swallowed Jude was bleeding from some part of himself and cackling wildly. Then Bruce would roll him over, roughly, and jerk his pants down, and unzip his own. He’d shove Jude’s face into the mattress and hold him there. ‘Stay down you piece of shit.’ Sometimes he’d spit on Jude, on the back of his neck. He’d hit him again, and again, and again. He’d bite him hard enough to draw blood and he’d fuck into him with no prep, no lube, and no warning. He’d jerk him hard and slap his cock and scrape it with his fingernails. He’d grab Jude’s hair and haul him up from the mattress, then slam his head into the headboard repeatedly while he fucked him. Jude would pretend to be sobbing the whole time, his hands fisted in the sheets, sometimes coming up to grab at Bruce — which Bruce then had to slap his hand away, or grab it and shove it between them, to where Bruce’s cock was going in and out of Jude’s ass. ‘Please,’ he’d whimper, ‘oh, fuck, please stop, please, I’ll be good, I promise, please, no — ’ By the time he came he’d be a fucking wreck, covered in scratches and blood, shaking uncontrollably, mouth bitten. It was such a violent, unsettling fantasy they only indulged in it once every few weeks, but Bruce knew how much Jude loved it, how much he craved and needed it, and he enjoyed himself because Jude did.
When they did it this time, four days after the piss incident, Jude fought against Bruce getting him on his stomach. They didn’t generally employ a safeword but because of the nature of this fantasy Jude had allowed Bruce one out — every so often if Bruce felt uncomfortable he’d tap the inside of Jude’s wrist, gently, and Jude would reach back and squeeze Bruce’s hand. ‘I’m okay,’ it meant. ‘It’s not too much. I promise. Keep going.’ Jude fighting Bruce about the rolling over thing was so unusual Bruce had to tap his wrist three separate times, until finally Jude rolled his eyes, pushed himself up on his elbows, touched their foreheads together, and whispered,
“Wayne, I know what I’m doing. If I don’t like it I’ll shove you off. You have to trust me, honey. Please,” and his voice and his face and his eyes and everything in the tension of his shoulders and his whole body was so desperate, and so open, that Bruce gave up, nodded, and kept going. He smacked Jude across the face. He drew blood under his eye, and across his scars. Jude started laughing wildly, jerking his hips up against Bruce’s.
“If I’d known you were so sick, doctor, I’d’ve requested a different psych years ago,” he said. “Or maybe I’d’ve recommended you get one. Can patients recommend their own doctors psychiatrists?”
“I don’t know,” Bruce growled, straining to stay in the headspace.
“Well, maybe we can make this one an exception, huh?” Jude reached up to touch Bruce’s face and Bruce grabbed his wrist and shoved it back on the bed. He tried again to flip Jude over and Jude held him off, digging his toes into his thigh. “You’re so fucked up, you want so many fucked up things, you’re gonna need more therapy than even I’ve ever — ”
Bruce punched Jude in the mouth. His fist rang with the shock of the impact and he realized with stunning clarity he was really, genuinely angry. “Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit,” he snarled. “You fucking gutterfilth piece of trash.”
Jude blinked up at him. His mouth and his nose were soaked in blood, but he was grinning, broadly. “Ooh,” he said, “hit a nerve, huh? Maybe you don’t like hearing I’m not the only freak in the room — ”
“I said shut up,” Bruce growled, and hit Jude again, smacking his head backwards against the headboard. “Shut the fuck up; you don’t get to talk to me about being a fucking freak, you don’t get to talk to me about being fucked up. You fucking animal. You fucking trash. You want every single thing I give you. You’d climax as I was murdering you. You shit.”
Jude’s laughter rang up to the high ceiling. This was not ever how the fantasy went. Even when Jude talked back to Bruce it was pretty subdued and it was over pretty quick. He wanted Bruce to overpower him and to have it stay there. He seemed to need that level of vulnerability because he couldn’t get it from anyone else comfortably. This was different, and Bruce wasn’t sure what it meant — or rather, he thought he knew, and he didn’t like it. He was getting uncomfortable, but there was no signal for that. If he tapped Jude’s wrist now Jude would just remind him again he was fine, but Jude being fine didn’t mean anything if Bruce wasn’t —
“Why don’t you just admit what you want from me, doctor,” Jude whispered. He was giggling, staring up at Bruce, mouth bloody, eyes going unfocused as he (sort of) pretended the placebo was affecting him. “Why don’t you just admit you want to take shit from me and then take it. Instead of going through all this song and d— ”
It was too much. Bruce didn’t have a word he could use and he didn’t have words he could use without giving too much away. He grabbed Jude by the back of the neck and this time he was able to flip him over because he moved quickly, Batman rising to the surface. He shoved his knee down against the back of Jude’s thigh and pinned him down with that and with his elbow and then he fucked him. He kept his face shoved into the mattress and he fucked him so hard he drew blood and he kept whispering ‘shut up. shut the fuck up’ over and over and he was trembling. They both were. Jude was slapping ineffectively at Bruce’s thigh and every time he did Bruce would just grab his hand and cut into his skin again with his nails. He forced Jude’s body to rock against the mattress, cock trapped between his own body and the sheets, until he felt Jude tense up and then shudder out his orgasm. Then instantly Bruce pulled out and doubled over himself, running to the bathroom. He dry-heaved into the sink. He was shaking all over. He didn’t realize he was crying until he discovered he was only standing because he was gripping the sink so hard. He’d gone soft already. He was covered in blood and scratches and he was in pain and warm all over and he hated himself. Fuck, he hated himself. This sick thing in him he couldn’t want and he couldn’t get rid of. And how dare Jude try to bring it out like that. How dare Jude pretend he understood. When Jude himself had never had an issue with his own desires and wants. Why couldn’t it just be enough for them to be the way they’d been now for two years? Why did Jude have to try and make Bruce do anything different?
He heard footsteps, and then Jude’s face appeared behind his in the mirror. “Hey,” he said, softly, “you okay?” He was soaked too, filthy with his own come and with blood and bite marks and rising bruises. His hair was a fucked mess on top of his head and his hand was trembling from overexertion as he reached up to touch Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce tensed. Jude pulled back. He bit his mouth.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked. “Did I do someth— ”
“Please leave me alone,” Bruce whispered. He discovered he could no longer look at Jude so he closed his eyes and ducked his head down. “Please, just — I need to be alone.”
Jude exhaled, slowly. “Okay,” he said, after a while. “Do you — I mean, should I just — I can go back to the apartment if you — ”
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel guilt trying to rise up from where it always dwelt, just below the surface. He hadn’t bothered giving Jude any aftercare. He’d just fucked him raw and left him there on the mattress, filthy and panting, and this wasn’t Jude’s fault, this was all Bruce, all of Bruce’s fucked stupid insecurities and untreated Issues. No, he wanted to say. No, don’t really leave. I can’t bear it if you leave. I can’t handle this on my own even though I’m pretending I can and I can’t be by myself, I want to make you feel wanted, I’m sorry I didn’t take care of you, please don’t go —
“Maybe so,” he said, hating himself, every part of himself. “For a little while.”
Jude made a noise Bruce refused to allow himself to interpret. “All right,” he said, quietly, and then Bruce heard his footsteps again. He didn’t let himself look up for a long time, but when he did Jude was gone. The sheets had been somewhat straightened and his clothes were gone and he was gone. His shoes and his apartment keys and his hair tie and his Walkman and his burner phone. Bruce’s eyes blurred over, and this time he couldn’t fight it, so he didn’t bother trying. He stumbled into the shower and turned it on as hot as it would go. He sat on the floor and curled up with his knees to his chest and his chin on his knees and he cried. And the panic crawled up over his back and nestled itself against his shoulder and whispered, you see?
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Alfred could tell something was wrong, but as it had been for years he didn’t push. The next few days Bruce went down to meetings and came back up and swam laps or pushed himself on the treadmill or with weightlifting until he was exhausted, panting on the gym floor, arms trembling. He texted Jude a few times to make sure he was still alive and Jude always responded pretty much instantly, which meant he had the phone on him and wanted desperately for Bruce to call, but Bruce knew he wouldn’t make the first move because this was Bruce’s shit to work through, and Jude was being… whatever, conscientious. He got a few texts from Cornell asking why he wasn’t going on runs and what the fuck was going on between him and the boss and could he please fix it because Jude was impossible to be around when he and Bruce were fighting. Kiedis came over once to give a report on the shell company running out of Wayne Tech and told Bruce quite cheerfully that both he and Jude looked like absolute shit. But Bruce couldn’t — he just couldn’t. He was furious with himself for not being able to work around these stupid walls he’d put up for himself and he was furious with Jude for trying to break them down and he was furious with himself for being furious with Jude because he knew Jude was only trying to help. It was the same thing Jude had done almost two years ago when he’d initiated Bruce into the gang and brought out his ugly violent side and Bruce knew that. He knew how much happier he was now with this new life, and how he’d never go back, and how even if he’d managed to figure it out on his own that the darkness was part of him he would’ve never been able to actualize it without Jude. But it didn’t matter. He couldn’t bear this. He couldn’t want this. Not with what was attached to it, not with how taboo it was, not with how humiliating, not — not with any of it.
When he’d lived in Europe, there had been a few close incidents — a guy on the Eurail sitting next to him had spent a while shifting uncomfortably in his seat and crossing his legs. He’d bumped Bruce’s elbow accidentally twice before turning to him with a sheepish grin and admitting, “Sorry, mate, I really need the toilet,” which was — a whole new level of erotic, and Bruce had barely been able to mumble a coherent, normal response. A woman he’d been kind of flirting with in a bar in Germany invited him out behind the bar and said, “Just — ‘scuse me for a second, would you,” before hitching her skirt up her thighs, spreading her legs, and pissing, hard, for well over a minute. “Oh, das ist gut,” she’d moaned, “I’ve been holding it forever…” and Bruce had thought he might pass out. And once, in a training center in Switzerland, the instructor had gone too long in their session and had to race into the bathroom midway through. Bruce had felt him trembling as he’d positioned Bruce’s body and seen the way he was bending at the waist when he tried to stand straight. He didn’t shut the door all the way and Bruce saw him through the crack in it leaning against the back wall and gasping as he aimed his cock and pissed into the toilet.
Bruce tried. He tried. He went out after all those times — and other times too, smaller incidents, dreams he had or just hearing other men pissing in the bathrooms wherever he was, even seeing people cross their legs in public for reasons that may not have even been bathroom-related — and picked fights, got himself beaten to shit, or beat someone else to shit. His fist colliding with men’s jaws and cheekbones and his knee to their stomachs and their foreheads smashing together. Ending up in the free clinics at two in the morning with bloody knuckles and a sprained wrist and a black eye. Desperate to distract himself from this sick, twisted need that wouldn’t go away. It didn’t work, it never worked, but it felt fucking good, anyway. It was enough of something else he wanted that he was able to tell himself it was enough overall. He liked violence, loved it, even. Long before his tender other self had emerged with Jude’s assistance he knew he liked violence. He hid it behind Batman for a long time, and then he didn’t. And it should have been enough. It should have been enough.
For years he’d thought he just wasn’t trying hard enough. For years he thought if he just disciplined himself harder, if he was just more brutal, if he just pushed a little too hard until he was blacking out from whatever — exhaustion, pain, anger — he’d block it out. But it wasn’t gone. In some ways since joining Jude’s gang and renouncing Batman it had gotten worse. It was as though the tender creature was budding its head there too, and begging for release. You need this. You need Jude, you need his brand of anger. And you need this too. It’s okay. It’s okay.
The tender creature was a liar, Bruce’s panic said. But the tender creature itself knew it hadn’t lied in almost two years. And the urges were there; they were distracting, they were ruining everything. The flashes of Rachel pissing behind the tree, of his parents pissing themselves when they died, of his accident in the shower… once, when he was a freshman in high school, and he and Alfred had been stuck in traffic on 78 and he’d finally had to beg him to pull over because he’d started leaking into his shorts. He’d barely gotten the door open and his cock out before he was pissing. Some of it hit the footwell because he couldn’t get far enough out of the car. Alfred hadn’t minded; he hadn’t said anything. But Bruce knew he’d drank more than he’d really needed or even wanted. He knew he’d done it on purpose. And later that night at the manor, flush with shame, his hand snaking beneath his shorts —
This was ruining everything. It was getting between him and Jude. But it didn’t have to. It didn’t have to.
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He looked up piss kink on Google. Most of the search results were for shit he wasn’t into, people pissing on each other without holding it, people drinking piss, people using sounders… most of them were naked, which didn’t do anything for Bruce, and absolutely none of them seemed to really need to go. In fact most of them were acting like the piss was a very secondary factor to the erotic… whatever they were doing. The women rubbed their breasts and moaned as they pissed and the men held their cocks over toilet bowls and pissed for, like, fifteen seconds, which… what the fuck. What was that. Bruce was frustrated enough he nearly gave up on the whole endeavor, but then he saw a tiny thumbnail near the bottom of the page of a woman in jeans with her legs crossed tightly and her hands jammed between them and —
— yeah. Okay. Yeah.
He clicked the link. The woman was walking around outside her house in her jeans and an overcoat and holding herself, bending frantically at the waist. Into her cell phone she snapped, ‘Hurry up, I need to piss,’ and Bruce’s whole body jolted. He pressed the heel of his hand down on his cock, feeling it twitch. The woman flipped her phone shut and shoved it into her pocket. The movement made her wince and double over further, squeezing down hard enough Bruce could see her knuckles grow white. She groaned and twisted herself, curling her fist against her thigh, pacing like an animal. ‘Oh,’ she moaned, softly, after a while, ‘oh I can’t do this, I can’t hold it — ’ She attempted to get to the front door but it was locked, and as she started moving away from the door again she groaned, ‘Oh, no,’ and whoever was holding the camera focused in on her crotch in time to show —
Fuck. The piss spread from beneath her hands and down her thighs. She let out a few choked sobs — and Bruce watched in fascination, unable to breathe, as the flow stopped. The flow stopped, but she was clearly still desperate, twisting and holding herself and tapping her fingers frantically over her hip. She was biting her lip and looking around and Bruce paused the video on a shot of her still doubled over, jaw clenched. He was hard, just from watching this video. He still had his hand pressed to his cock and he wanted desperately to jerk off; he wanted to come, but not like this. Not like this. Gritting his teeth he shut the laptop and stood, stretching his arms over his head and shifting his legs a little to ease the pressure. Then — deep breath — he reached for his phone. As he flipped it open panic stole over him again; it bit his heart and whispered, you can’t —
— but the tender creature shoved it backwards screaming into the darkness and whispered back, yes I will.
He called Jude, who picked up on the second ring: “Wayne — ” sounding desperate, hopeful, unhappy, broken, and Bruce realized with a feeling like being hit in the back of the head with a sledgehammer that he hadn’t spoken to Jude, really, outside of a few sentences, in nearly a week. What an asshole he’d been. What an asshole, and how foolish. The kink — the shame — none of it was ruining anything. The kink wasn’t ruining anything. Bruce had done all this himself. He sucked in a breath.
“Jude,” he said, “sweetheart, can you come — ”
“I’ll be there in twenty,” Jude said, and hung up. Bruce’s hands started shaking; it occurred to him as he tossed his phone on the mattress what this meant, what he was doing. He bit his knuckles. What was he doing? He’d only just looked at piss porn for the first time in his life today. He couldn’t shake the memory of Rachel’s disgust at the games he’d play with her dolls; the curdling horror at finding something… fascinating about his parents wetting themselves as they literally fucking died. The years and years of telling himself he was sick, he was twisted, he was broken —
But this was Jude. And Jude liked strange things too; he’d given his heart to Bruce, he’d laid himself bare and open and there were things he’d told him that Bruce knew he’d never told nor would ever tell another person. He’d fixed Bruce and made him whole and it was irrational to believe he’d leave Bruce over something like this. Not when he’d been so frantic to get back to the penthouse. Still, by the time Jude got back to the penthouse Bruce had whiplashed himself between thinking it would be okay and that it would all fall apart, and he almost couldn’t walk down the short hall from his room to the kitchen to see him. Jude was standing at the entranceway with his hair pulled back and his scars laddered down his shoulders and though he was talking quietly to Alfred his attention focused on Bruce the second he appeared in the door, laser intent, electric, lashed. As ever like two magnets crashing together. Bruce took a step forward; Jude excused himself from Alfred’s side, and then — there he was. He laced their fingers together and bumped his nose against Bruce’s cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. Bruce reached up, tugged at a loose curl framing Jude’s face.
“I was an idiot,” he whispered back. “Come with me,” and together they walked down the hall and into his room. With the door shut they walked to the bed and Jude stretched himself out on the mattress. He held out his hands and Bruce walked to him, crawling between his legs, smoothing his palm down his cheek. He leaned down and bit Jude’s lower lip, drawing it into his mouth. Jude sucked in a breath.
“Wayne — ”
“I want — ” Bruce closed his eyes; pressed their foreheads together. “Fuck, Jude, I just — I — ” It stuck in his throat. He couldn’t say it. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, or anyway he tried to. Their hands were still joined, though, and he felt Jude stroke over his knuckles with his thumb.
“It’s okay,” Jude said softly. With his other hand he drew Bruce’s head down slightly so he could kiss his forehead. “If you can’t say it, it’s okay.” Bruce felt him push his hips up, dragging their crotches together. Bruce gasped out, shuddering, the arousal from earlier spiraling back out.
“But I want it,” Bruce said. He was nearly in tears. “Fuck, I just, I need it, Jude. I need it and I need it with you and I’ve been so stupid keeping it from you — ”
“No, honey — ”
“I just, I’ve never been able to — not even with myself. I’ve hated it my whole life. I couldn’t even admit that I liked it, and… and you’ve just always…” He trailed off. He felt Jude’s fingers trailing slowly down his spine, soothing over him; after a moment he said, quietly,
“I want you to trust me. I want you to be comfortable with me and whatever you want with me. I’m not forcing you to admit anything you’re into or not into until you’re ready. And if you’re never ready — ” he dragged his hips up again, and Bruce groaned — “that’s okay. I just want to be with you, Wayne. I like what I like and you’re right, it’s not an issue for me. But we’re two different people. I appreciate you doing what you do with me and if that’s all you’ll ever be comfortable with that’s fine. But — if you ever want to explore anything else. I’m open to anything. Anything. I promise.” He tucked his fingers under Bruce’s jaw. “I won’t leave you,” he murmured, and Bruce could have cried, so he surged up instead, and fit their mouths together. This time he pushed down against Jude, so that Jude shuddered, eyes falling shut. He kissed down his jaw and over his neck to suck a bruise into the taut, pale skin, over the hot racing heart.
“I love you,” he said, sex-rough. “I love you, Jude.”
“Love you too, Wayne,” Jude said, and reached up to card his fingers through the short soft ends of Bruce’s hair.
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Two days later they stumbled together into Jude’s apartment covered in blood — not their own — and after dropping their clothes at the front door in a gasoline- and blood- and sweat-soaked heap they made their way into the bathroom where after some maneuvering they managed to pile into the shower. Jude turned the water on all the way and solely with the hot knob because the pressure was shit again and the heater in his unit had been sort of broken for a few days. He ran his hair under the water so that it lay flat and faintly wavy against his head and then he pulled Bruce against him and kissed him roughly with the water catching between their mouths.
“I thought — ”
“Yeah, I know, so did I — ”
Jude pressed his hands against the sides of Bruce’s face. “No one’s fucking taking me from you,” he said. “No one’s taking you from me either. I won’t allow it, Wayne.”
Bruce’s hands were still trembling faintly from the incident. It had been a bad run-in with some dealers; Bruce had killed a guy with his favored knife, and Jude had used a garrote on his companion when he’d tried to shoot Bruce in the heart. His whole head had fucking come off and flown across the pavement; the blood had gotten in Bruce’s hair and sprayed over his face. Reznor had made a joke about soccer and Jude had snorted even as he was trying to get Bruce into the Mustang so they could leave. They’d gotten their money and their drugs and everything was settled — but there was always a comedown moment after the more harrowing near-death experiences, even now, after all this time. Jude — always possessive and fierce and tender when they were alone — was perhaps at his most gentle, his most loving, when he’d been afraid he’d lose Bruce. He leaned in and bit Bruce’s mouth and Bruce whispered, “I won’t allow it either,” against his warm, damp skin. He dropped his head onto Jude’s shoulder and they stood for several minutes in the (relatively warm) spray, swaying back and forth, Jude humming softly in Bruce’s ear, hand on the small of his back.
Then Jude said, “Hang on a second, I gotta piss,” and Bruce — adrenaline crashing, relieved to have Jude in his arms, tired, in love, lazy and safe and warm — reached up with his hand to grab Jude’s wrist as he started to push the shower curtain back, and he said,
“No. Stay.” Immediately after the panic tried to seize his brain and clutch the vestiges left that still hesitated over this, but Bruce forced it back. He wanted this. He wanted this. More than that, Jude wanted it. He’d promised Bruce. And Bruce had thought about waiting until he felt ready but the truth was he didn’t think he’d ever feel ready. The panic wasn’t going away, the shame wasn’t going away — but neither were the urges. Neither were the dreams and the desires and Bruce thought perhaps, with time, with exposure, the unpleasant parts would lessen, and perhaps one day fade away entirely. He needed that. He needed this, desperately.
Jude was looking at him, curious. “Stay?”
Bruce nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Jude’s mouth twitched. He maneuvered them so that he was out of the spray. “But I have to piss, Wayne.”
“I know,” Bruce said. His throat was tight. He didn’t know what he was feeling, just that there was a lot of it. His eyes dropped down to Jude’s dick, then back up to his mouth. “You can piss in here.”
Jude raised his eyebrows. It was entirely for show; Bruce knew how to read his body language better than anything in the world, and Jude was loving this, every second of it. “Wayne, I don’t — ”
“How bad do you have to go?” Bruce asked. It was easier than telling Jude what he wanted outright, and Jude was smart enough to understand, and to go along with it:
“I mean, pretty bad, I’ve been — I haven’t gone since before we left for the drug deal and that was what, four, five hours ago?”
“So you’ve been holding it for all that time?”
“Uh-huh.”
Bruce swallowed. He could see that Jude was letting him lead entirely on this one; of course they’d never explored this, and Jude wouldn’t know what to say to get Bruce off, but Bruce — even in here, even with Jude tilting his body forward and looking at Bruce with gentle encouragement, he couldn’t quite let himself go all the way. He couldn’t make himself say what he wanted, but he knew Jude wouldn’t push, either. He wanted all sorts of things he couldn’t even name, he wanted things he had never even thought of before, and so in the end it was easier to just keep it very simple. “I want you to piss here,” he said, “just let go, Jude, c’mon,” and Jude set his feet and held his cock and pissed. The noise he made when it started coming — sharp, relieved — shot straight to Bruce’s own cock, and he couldn’t keep himself from doing what he’d ached to do for days — no, weeks; no, all his fucking life — and taking himself in his hand and stroking, hard, brutally, punishing. He came harder than he could ever remember coming, watching Jude piss, listening to the soft noises he made as the stream slowed and tapered off. His toes were still curled against the shower floor when Jude started jerking himself, and then Bruce’s controlling brain kicked into overdrive and he knocked Jude’s hand out of the way to finish him off, too. They kissed for a long time after, starving and wet and messy, until the water had gone frigid. They huddled up together under their blanket on Jude’s mattress and kissed until they fell asleep. Bruce woke in the morning with his fingers in Jude’s hair, his mouth on his neck. Something felt loosened between them, open and soft and free.
“I enjoyed last night,” Jude said. “Did you?”
“Yes,” Bruce said. He ducked his head and kissed Jude’s knuckles so he wouldn’t have to look at his face and embarrass himself by crying. “Yeah, I did.”
Jude smiled at him. He touched the corner of Bruce’s mouth. “‘m glad, champion,” he whispered.
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Gradually they started working out what Bruce liked. His vaguely formed desires from childhood spilled over and found words. They played around with it and fucked around and Bruce discovered what he wanted Jude to say and what he didn’t, and what he wanted Jude to do and what he didn’t. They incorporated it a little into Jude’s fantasies, usually where Jude would end up pissing himself because Bruce hit him really hard when he had a full bladder. They never actually did anything with Jude pissing in reality — Bruce had no idea how to go about getting it started, and Jude was still letting Bruce control this entirely. But the fantasies were more than enough. Jude was excellent at pretending. Bruce even managed to admit — shaking, ashamed — the thing about his parents. Jude didn’t say anything, never brought it up again. But he also didn’t leave. He didn’t leave and he touched Bruce after he’d told him, stroking his arm, kissing his neck. ‘I love you,’ he said, quietly, pressing their foreheads together. ‘I mean it. I love you.’ And Bruce discovered — he was allowed to relax. He was allowed to want this.
When Jude came into Bruce’s room at the penthouse early in the afternoon nearly a month after the first incident in the shower, Bruce was working on filing some reports for the Enterprises. Jude had been out all day establishing connections because Bruce had a lot of work to do before the weekend. They were planning on holing themselves up in the penthouse until Monday morning, fucking and playing video games and listening to music and working out and driving Alfred crazy. Jude hadn’t been due to come in for another hour, though, and Bruce wasn’t quite finished with his paperwork.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Bruce said, without looking up from his desk. “Sorry, you’re a little early; I’m not quite done — ”
“Oh, take your time,” Jude said. His voice was odd, a little bit strained, and Bruce glanced over momentarily — and then looked again. Jude was standing with a half-empty water bottle in his hand. His smile was as strained as his voice and Bruce could see that he was pressing his thighs together. He didn’t realize his mouth had fallen open until he felt his throat drying out. He swallowed, hard; hands trembling against the paperwork, he said,
“How, uh — I mean, what — ”
“I’ve already had three bottles,” Jude said. “This is my fourth. I’ve — oh, fuck — ” he crossed his legs despite he was standing and Bruce’s brain turned into white noise — “I’ve been spacing them out over the day, but it’s really starting to hit me now and I — ” He took a long swallow from the bottle, then doubled up on himself. His hand flew to cover his cock. “I need to piss, Wayne.”
Bruce’s mouth was completely dry, even though he’d shut it. Jude wasn’t quite able to stand still; he was shifting his weight constantly from foot to foot, squeezing his thighs together, pushing one knee up over the other. His hand was shaking where he was holding the bottle. He’d wedged the other hand between his legs and was gripping himself, hard.
“I need the bathroom, honey, please,” Jude said, and Bruce’s whole body came back online in a sudden rush. His cock twitched in his pants. He looked down at his paperwork. Then back up to Jude. Slowly, he said,
“You’re gonna have to wait. I’m sorry. I’m in the middle of something and I can’t cater to you.”
Panic flared across Jude’s face. “Oh — ” He squeezed his cock and crossed his legs over his hand for a moment. “Wayne, c’mon — ”
“You can wait,” Bruce said, feigning indifference — or anyway trying to. But his whole body was a mess of emotions and aching and he could hear the tremor in his voice as he forced himself to turn away and shuffle his papers up. He couldn’t even see the writing on them he was shaking so hard, every inch of his body focused towards Jude, jaw clenching tighter and tighter. He heard shuffling noises and water sloshing and looked up again to see Jude downing the rest of his bottle, still hunched up. He dropped the bottle on the floor and dragged his fist down his thigh.
“I have to go,” he said. “Wayne, please, I — it’s an emergency, please, I can’t — fuck, I can’t wait — ”
“You shouldn’t have drank that last bit of water then, huh,” Bruce said. His voice sounded overloud in his own ears. “You fucking idiot.”
“I’m sorry, I — I wasn’t thinking, honey…” Jude was wearing his suit trousers since he’d been out all day and he reached under his shirt to unsnap the button. Bruce caught a flash of how bloated he was and the arousal rushed over him in a stunning overheated wave. His fingers — coated in greasepaint — curled around his cock again. He pressed his thighs together. Shifted. “Please… please let me into the bathroom…”
“I said I’m busy,” Bruce repeated, though he couldn’t even look down at his papers. He couldn’t tear his eyes off Jude, standing there, shifting, squirming, moaning softly and chewing his lower lip and glancing again and again at the bathroom door. Four fucking bottles of water. Bruce could hardly believe — when it was over he’d have to ask Jude how long he’d planned this. And how excited he must’ve been to know this was the date when he’d do it, when he’d surprise Bruce with it. Underneath the arousal and the game Bruce felt love so sudden and so strong he was nearly bowled over. He licked his mouth and looked at Jude and let his mask slip from his eyes long enough for Jude to see it. And Jude must have seen it because he relaxed his face enough to show the same. His lips twitched up at the corners. Then he winced, and gasped, plunging his hands deeper between his thighs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “fuck, Wayne, I — it’s coming out, please, oh — ” Bruce could tell he was curling his toes inside his shoes. He forced his mouth into a thin line. He forced himself to turn away.
“You’re a grown man,” he said, voice trembling again. “If you can’t wait to use the bathroom — ”
“I really, really can’t,” Jude moaned, “please just — I need to get in there, I need to get in there so badly, I need to get to the toilet, I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna piss myself, honey, I’m — ” he exhaled sharply, and Bruce glanced over again in time to see a dark spot appear at Jude’s crotch. He stared at it. Jude stared at it. He licked at his scars.
“I leaked,” he whimpered. “I’m sorry, I leaked, I’m having an accident — ”
“For fuck’s sake,” Bruce said.
“Please just — fuck, I drank so much, I drank too much, I know, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing, it’s just — fuck, it’s so much, two whole liters, oh, fuck, oh no — ” The dark spot grew on his trousers. He whined low in his throat, squeezing his legs together tighter. He was panting like a fucking animal. Bruce was fully hard. He was afraid to touch himself; even through his pants he thought he might come. Slowly he stood; he walked around the couch and over to where Jude was standing. Jude’s eyes darted up to him and he licked his mouth again, frantic. He was gripping himself and squirming.
“I’m leaking, I’m — oh, I’m gonna have an accident, I’m gonna go to the bathroom in my pants, please, please help, please let me — ”
Bruce reached in and touched Jude’s bladder. It was swollen and rock hard and Jude gasped out. He leaked again; Bruce saw the piss spread out past his hands and run halfway down one thigh.
“It hurts so much, I can’t make it — ”
“I don’t care.”
“I can’t fucking move, Wayne, honey — ”
“I don’t care.”
Jude was still squirming. “I can’t hold it,” he moaned, and Bruce had to press the heel of his hand against his crotch. He gritted his teeth. Fuck.
“You’re gonna piss yourself,” Bruce said. “Right here.”
“I really am, please — there’s too much, it’s coming out — ” He started pissing harder; it ran down the rest of his thigh and spilled out onto the floor. His crotch was dark and shining and every few seconds Bruce could see the fabric getting rewetted. Jude was still gripping himself hard and crossing his legs and squirming and when Bruce walked behind him and wrapped his hands around his middle Jude gasped:
“Oh, don’t do that, oh, please, I’m pissing myself, I’m having an accident in my pants — honey please I need the bathroom so bad I can’t hold it, oh, fuck, fuck, I can’t hold it — ” He was sobbing. Bruce couldn’t tell if it was affected or not, but it didn’t matter. He slid his hand down Jude’s stomach over Jude’s own hand. He laced their fingers together over his soaked crotch.
“Let go,” Bruce whispered in his ear. “It’s too late, just let go,” and Jude whimpered. His whole body shivered before going limp; he slumped backwards into Bruce’s arms and started pissing full force into his pants, moaning softly at the feeling of it. Bruce could feel it coming out onto his hand, heard the hiss as it ran down Jude’s thighs and onto the floor. He pissed for well over a minute, maybe two minutes. Every so often Bruce thought he was slowing down but then a fresh burst of it would come out and Jude would whine and squirm and whimper,
“I’m sorry, oh, honey, I’m still having an accident, there’s more, I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t hold it,” and Bruce would kiss his neck, stroke his hair, and tell him,
“It’s all right, sweetheart. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
Eventually the stream tapered off. Little spurts came out for a while and then Jude groaned, turned, and slid his filthy hands into Bruce’s hair. He kissed him savagely; Bruce tasted blood, and fisted his hand in Jude’s shirt, pulling him even closer. He dragged their crotches together, feeling the heavy soaked fabric of Jude’s trousers against his own. Fuck, he was so close to coming. He was trembling, gasping into Jude’s open mouth. Jude licked Bruce’s tongue, and suddenly Bruce couldn’t wait. He shoved his own pants down, grabbed his cock. He was so hard it hurt to touch himself but it took just a few shuddering frantic rough pulls and then the heat spiraled down his spine and coiled in his stomach and he was coming, so hard he staggered against Jude, pushing them both towards the wall. His mouth went slack from the force of it and he closed his eyes and pressed his face into Jude’s neck, fucking his fist, biting Jude’s skin. Jude held onto him the whole time, riding him through it. Eventually when the aftershocks subsided Bruce became aware that Jude was humming to him, softly, pressing his mouth to Bruce’s temple, and that Bruce was crying. Jude was swaying them back and forth like he’d done in his shower and he reached up and wiped the tears off Bruce’s cheek. He smiled at him. He had such a beautiful smile.
“Thank you,” Bruce whispered. He didn’t have the strength to talk any louder than that. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He reached up, too, and touched Jude’s scars. Jude closed his eyes, leaned into Bruce’s hand. “I love you,” Bruce said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, honey,” Jude said. He turned his face a little so he could kiss Bruce’s palm. For a while they were quiet, just standing there, breathing together. Eventually Jude pushed away from the wall enough he could tug his pants off, and his shirt, the hem of which was also soaked. Bruce could see where his bladder was still swollen. As he stripped off his own clothes Jude glanced down too. His mouth twitched.
“‘m gonna need to go again soon, honey,” he said. “It’s already getting kinda bad.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Bruce said, smiling too. He curled their fingers together and started for the bathroom. “I’m sure you can wait.”
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The bell rings ending 4th period. Barbara gathers up her textbook and Chemistry lab book and prepares to leave. Her friend Trish comes up behind her. “Raviolis for lunch today,” Trish reminds her as the two girls head for the door together. Raviolis are the one cafeteria meal that Barbara actually looks forward to. “I just have to make a pit stop first,” Barbara then tells her friend. They both laugh as this is kind of an inside joke with them. “I’ll meet you downstairs in the cafeteria,” Trish tells her friend as the two girls go their separate ways.
Barbara wasn’t a jealous person by nature. She was pretty and popular and she knew she had a lot to be grateful for. The high school senior also had recently been accepted to several colleges. But she was jealous of the fact that her friend Trish had something of a mega-bladder -- the kind of bladder that enabled her to hold it in all day and avoid having to use the girls’ rooms at school. Now, there was nothing particularly wrong with Barbara’s own bladder -- I mean, it wasn’t that she was constantly needing to go to the bathroom all day. It’s just that it wasn’t so large as Trish’s was that she could avoid having to do a daily pee in the girls’ room here at school. On one had, Barbara was smart enough to know that the girls’ rooms here at Nathan Hale High School -- especially the one up on the 2nd floor -- really weren’t all that bad as school bathrooms go. I mean, all the individual stalls did have doors on them for privacy and those doors all locked securely. And the bathrooms were typically kept pretty clean and well-stocked with essential supplies. It’s just that Barbara had always been a bit shy about her bathroom functions and really dreaded having to pee at school at least once every day. I mean, Barbara had always simply accepted that with her bladder being what it was, she’d simply have no choice but to pee at school and she easily dealt with that. It was just she always dreaded having to do it and envied that Trish didn’t
Heading into the 2nd floor girls’ room, Barbara finds it busy and crowded as it typically is in the passing time between classes. But only having lunch 5th period, she has time to wait. She goes over to the sinks and checks herself in the mirror there -- basically waiting for the bell to ring and the girls’ room to clear out a bit. Barbara looks beautiful as she always does -- she’s a natural beauty that looks good without having to work so hard at it. Even with just having to pee and having a stall with a lockable door to do it in, she still prefers not having to pee where a lot of other girls can hear her doing it. Going at lunchtime -- in an upstairs girls’ room away from the cafeteria -- gives her the chance to wait and let the girls’ room clear out a bit before she eventually goes into at stall to pee.
Barbara waits a bit as the girls’ room starts to clear out as the passing time bell rings. The pretty brunette then heads over to the stalls to do her business. This particular girls’ room is the largest in the school with 8 stalls. Barbara heads into the first stall by the wall. She bolts the stall door shut and begins undoing her pants. But before getting down to business, Barbara fortunately notices that the toilet paper roll is empty. This being the last stall by the wall -- with only one neighboring stall since the wall is on the other side -- it’s kind of a little more private than the other stalls. It’s obviously a popular stall for the girls to use and that’s particularly true when girls are in need of a #2. That probably accounts for the fact that all the toilet paper in there is already used up. She zips up her pants and heads to a different stall.
As Barbara heads into the next stall, she’s promptly warned by another girl in the bathroom -- a girl who seems to be dilly-dallying over by the sinks. “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” she tells Barbara. But it’s too late -- Barbara already has a look at what’s there. “Ewwwww!” Barbara reacts in near horror at what she sees. It’s some girl’s bowel movement and it’s half in the toilet and half on the toilet seat. “I told you,” the other girl says at hearing Barbara shriek like that. She also assures Barbara that it wasn’t her who made the mess in the stall. “What kind of people……,” Barbara mumbles to herself shaking her head and wondering how something like that can even happen. Suffice to say, Barbara doesn’t use that stall, either.
Finally, Barbara finds a good stall -- as clean as can be expected and well-stocked with toilet paper. She bolts the door and checks it to make sure it’s locked securely. The pretty senior brunette then unzips her pants and goes about her usual procedure lining the toilet seat with toile paper. The school toilet paper is rather thin, so Barbara uses a double thickness. She meticulously lines the left side of the toilet seat and then right side and then a strip along the back part closest to the wall -- all with a double thickness of toilet paper. Barbara is apparently not taking any chances of her butt actually touching the toilet seat. That accomplished, she then takes her jeans and panties down to about knee level and sits down.
Now seated comfortably -- at least as comfortably as Barbara can feel sitting on a public toilet seat -- she relaxes her control and starts to pee. The flow starts slowly at first as Barbara’s pee starts to trickle into the toilet. But the stream quickly picks up in intensity and is soon splashing noisily into the toilet water below. Barbara sits and enjoys the feeling of relief. The popular senior beauty pees a good bit before the flow slows once again to a trickle and then finally to the last few drops. But Barbara bears down and pushes a bit making sure to completely empty her bladder. That forces another small, short stream of pee out and into the toilet. Barbara typically makes sure to completely empty her bladder when she’s on the toilet at school as she doesn’t want to have to go again later in the day. That done, Barbara folds herself a good wad of toilet paper and carefully wipes herself. Then, tossing all that toilet paper into the toilet, she flushes it all away and pulls up her panties and jeans. Between lining the seat and the thick wad she actually used, Barbara does use an inordinately large amount of toilet paper just to pee. She feels relieved at both having emptied her bladder and that she’s gotten the task of peeing at school over with for another day. If it’s a typical day, Barbara won’t have to use the girls’ room again today.
With that, Barbara heads down to the cafeteria for lunch. Trish is, of course, already there waiting for her. The two girls then get in line and get their food. Barbara loves the cafeteria’s raviolis and she gets herself the large portion. Trish is not very hungry today and gives Barbara one of her raviolis as well. Barbara feels stuffed by the time she’s done. Ravioli day is the only time that Barbara usually eats a lot for lunch.
Heading to Pre-Calculus class 6th period, Barbara feels stuffed and is a bit upset at herself for eating so much. Barbara thinks she’s fat but no one else does. In fact, just about everyone else thinks she looks sensational. And Barbara works hard in class as well. Soon, though, that stuffed feeling that she is experiencing turns to something else. Gradually, Barbara starts to feel the need to use the toilet again -- only this time it’s for the other reason. At first, the pretty senior brunette tries to put that feeling out of her mind. Barbara simply does not do that particular bodily function at school. At first, she doesn’t think it much of a big deal. Sure, she’s going to be in for an uncomfortable afternoon holding it in until she got home. But in 3 ½ years of high school so far, Barbara has never had a bowel movement at school and she doesn’t intend to start now. Peeing at school was bad enough in Barbara’s mind, but having to do the other was something else entirely. She only has to get through two more classes and then a short walk home until she’ll be sitting on her very own toilet at home. “No big deal,” Barbara thinks to herself -- she has held it in a lot longer than that at school on several occasions and always made it home without any problems.
Barbara’s 7th period class is French. And right from the start of class, she can feel her need to have a bowel movement increasing in intensity. It’s not like Barbara hasn’t held in bowel movements at school before -- in fact, she’d done it a lot in her 3+ years of high school so far -- but she’s quite surprised at the sudden urgency of this one. She feels the bowel movement fighting it’s way to come out and forcing her to tightly clamp her butt cheeks together to keep it inside her. She repeats the process throughout 7th period with the bowel movement urge increasing in intensity each time. But Barbara has no doubt that she can make it home to do her bowel movement there. She’s had many days at school over the years when the need to go had come on earlier in the day and she’d been able to hold it in a lot longer than she’s holding it in now. Barbara could deal with the discomfort of holding it in at school -- she was quite accustomed to doing that. What she couldn’t deal with was simply sitting down and doing this intensely private bodily function in one of the girls’ rooms here at school.
By the end of 7th period, her need to go has become quite intense and Barbara has to fight hard to continue holding it in. Maybe it was because of all she had eaten at lunch, but she can’t believe how fast she went from not having to go at all to having an outright emergency. She starts to think about other girls who do use the girls’ rooms here at school -- that is, use them to have bowel movements. They say that sometimes you just have to and you really have no other choice. At this point, Barbara really envies them. They say it’s no big deal going that way at school, but Barbara still can’t imagine that. She continues fighting to hold it in -- pinning her hopes on the notion that it won’t be long now before she’ll be home sitting on the toilet getting relief. Barbara tries picturing herself running through the door and heading immediately for the bathroom, taking down her pants in the process. Then she’ll just sit on the toilet and just let it out -- finally getting sweet relief.
It’s only a short walk down the hall to her 8th period English class -- her last class of the day. But it’s not easy getting there as Barbara has to stop twice on the way to clench her butt cheeks together to keep from going in her pants. Her friend Trish is in the class with her. The two girls meet at the classroom door. She sees Barbara struggling and in obvious discomfort. She asks her friend what’s wrong. Barbara says that she’s fine but Trish doesn’t believe her. “You have to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” Trish asks, “You have to take a shit, don’t you?” Barbara, at first, denies it. But, upon further questioning from Trish, admits that she does. But she is adamant that she can wait. “Its’ not so bad -- I can wait,” she tells Trish, “I can wait until I get home.”
But Trish isn’t so sure about that. She can see it in Barbara’s eyes just how badly her friend has to go. She urges Barbara to go to the girls’ room. “You need to go to the girls’ room, Barbara -- You need to go now,” she says, “I know you don’t like going at school for that, but sometimes you just have to.” Barbara, though, just shakes her head. “Sometimes you just have to, Barbara,” Trish reiterates, “I know you don’t like the school bathrooms, but sometimes you just have no other choice.” “If you wait too long, you’re going to have an accident,” Trish warns her, “I mean, I’m sure you don’t want to end up with a mess in your pants, do you?” But Barbara simply insists that that isn’t going to happen. She reiterates that she can wait until she gets home as she usually does.. “It’s not like I haven’t done that before,” she reminds her friend. But Trish isn’t so sure this time. “Barbara, I know you have to go really bad -- I can see it in your eyes,” she urges, “You really need to get to the girls’ room and do it.” “Really, Barbara, it’s not so bad having to do it at school,” she argues, “You know that no matter what, it has to be better than going in your pants.”
Barbara, though, just shakes her head. “That’s easy for you to say,” she tells Trish, “You who never even have to pee at school.” Trish just rolls her eyes at hearing that. “It’s not like I NEVER have to pee at school,” she explains, “Just because I’m lucky enough that I don’t have to pee at school most days, doesn’t mean that I NEVER have to pee at school at all.” She explains to Barbara that she’s peed at school “dozens” of times over the years. “And I’ve done the other at school, at least a dozen times, too,” she explains further, “I know it’s not the best having to do that at school, but it really isn’t so bad.” “Sometimes you just have to, Barbara -- Sometimes you just have no other choice,” she argues some more, “No matter what, you don’t want to have an accident in your pants.” Still, the pretty senior brunette refuses to go -- although the prospect of losing control and making a mess in her pants does suddenly worry her. Obviously, she doesn’t want that to happen and suddenly she’s not so sure it won’t. And Trish is obviously quite concerned for her as well. “Barbara, you need to go NOW!” Trish exhorts her with quite the sense of urgency in her voice, “Just go and I’ll tell Miss Johnson that you went to the girls’ room and that you’ll be a few minutes late for class.” But Barbara just shakes her head “no” -- telling Trish that the last thing she wants to do now is use the girls’ room while it’s crowded with everyone else during the passing time between classes. “Then wait until after the bell rings and get a pass from Miss Johnson and go then,” Trish urges her friend, “But just go or you really are going to end up with an accident in your pants.”
As the bell rings and the 2 girls head into the classroom and settle down for English class, Barbara really does start to consider that this may different than all those other times that she’s held in bowel movements until she got home from school. She starts to worry that this time she really might not make it and that an accident in her pants is a real possibility. Still, at least for the time being, the popular senior beauty remains in control and resists going to the girls’ room to do it. As Miss Johnson begins the class lesson -- a discussion of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, Barbara tries to take her mind off her bathroom needs and focus on that. But all she can think about is wondering if Juliet ever had to go to the bathroom this bad or if Juliet ever had issues with doing bowel movements away from her own bathroom at home.
Another intense wave from her bowels suddenly hits her. Barbara suddenly feels herself losing control. She tries to clench her butt cheeks to stop it like she’s been doing for most of the afternoon. But this time, she can’t seem to stop it. Barbara feels about ready to panic as she contemplates that she really is about to mess in her pants right there in English class. She closes her eyes and just hopes for the best as she feels her bowel movement starting to make it’s way out beyond her control. But then -- miraculously -- she suddenly does regain control. With the bowel movement already partially out, she somehow manages to regain control and stop it’s further progress. And then, ever so carefully, she manages to push it back inside her. Suffice to say, the whole experience gets Barbara’s attention in a big, big way. She knows she just dodged her bullet and was just moments away from messing in her panties and totally humiliating herself right there in English class. She knows she was about to be the laughingstock of the whole school.
“Pssst!” she suddenly hears. She turns and looks at Trish who has apparently seen the whole thing. “GO!” she mouths to Barbara. “GO!” she repeats. This time -- apparently the outright terror of just nearly having messed her pants having gotten Barbra‘s attention -- the senior beauty realizes Trish is right. Barbara realizes that even if she does manage to hold it in through class, there’s no way she’s going to be able to make it home. And while messing in her panties on the way home might not be quite so bad as doing it in school, it’s obviously still not something she wants to do.
Barbara raises her hand and asks permission to go to the girls’ room. Miss Johnson grants it. Barbara then heads down the hall to the girls’ room -- hoping against hope that the girls’ room will be unoccupied at this time and that she’ll therefore having total privacy in there. She walks quickly but in short steps as she’s still got her butt cheeks clenched tightly together holding it. Getting to the girls’ room and heading towards the stalls, Barbara unfortunately hears another girl rustling about in one of the stalls. She feels about ready to panic. She just stands there staring into one of the stalls -- a stall she can see is quite clean and well-stocked with toilet paper and ready to be used. She’s obviously beyond desperate to go but she really doesn’t want to do this with another girl in the girls’ room.
It’s then that she hears a toilet flush and the girl comes out of her stall. She apparently knows Barbara but Barbara doesn’t seem to know her. She stops when she sees Barbara just standing there. “You have to go?” she asks Barbara. “I mean, you have to go more than just pee?” she clarifies. Barbara nods her head “yes.” “You need to go then,” she tells the senior brunette sympathetically, “I mean, if you have to go then you really do NEED to go.” “I know it’s not really the nicest thing to do that in school, but sometimes you just have to,” she tells Barbara, “Sometimes you just have no choice but to grin and bear it and go do what you need to do.” “I just went myself -- It really wasn’t too bad at all,” she says, “Let’s just say that it’s better than the alternative.” “Obviously, you don’t want to have to deal with an accident in your pants,” she points out, “That’s definitely a whole lot worse.”
Hearing that seems to be that final inspiration that Barbara needs. “Thanks,” Barbara tells her as she summons up the courage to actually enter the stall to do her business. The other girl goes over to the sinks to wash her hands. Barbara then proceeds to securely lock the stall door and unzip her pants. She meticulously lines the toilet seat with toilet paper just as she typically does. Working quickly, knowing that she could lose control at any moment, she yanks down her pants and panties to about knee level and sits on the toilet-paper covered toilet seat. Immediately she feels her bowel movement start to push itself out. Instinctively, she clenches to get control and stop it from coming out. She proceeds to start peeing as well. As the pee flows and then slows down quickly, she eases her control and lets the bowel movement begin. She finds it difficult at first to just give up control and let herself have a bowel movement here. It’s difficult for her to have a bowel movement anywhere but in her own bathroom at home and it is the first time she’s going to be doing one in the girls’ room here at school But obviously, by now she knows she has to do it and she forces herself to give up her control and just let the bowel movement happen.
It does. In one mighty surge the quite large bowel movement pushes itself out into the toilet water below. The feeling of relief that Barbara feels at finally letting it out is quite intense. In spite of having had do it here at school, Barbara still enjoys the feeling of relief that comes from doing it. She sits a moment to just enjoy the feeling. But Barbara soon realizes, of course, that she’s not quite done yet. In fact, sitting down on the toilet seat and just letting it come out was actually the easy part. She still has to wipe herself and as she begins to contemplate that, she realizes that her behind feels like that’s going to be quite a chore. She can already tell that her behind is quite messy -- so messy, in fact, that she wonders how it could have gotten that way for simply having a bowel movement in the toilet. It causes Barbara to suddenly worry about something else. She’s suddenly worried that maybe she didn’t actually manage to do it all in the toilet. She’s almost afraid to check her underwear but she knows she has to. Taking a look, though, she breaths a sigh of relief. She’s actually got some pretty bad skidmarks there -- obviously, she’ll have to rinse them at home before putting them in the wash -- but it’s nothing really bad at all. She breaths another sigh of relief knowing how easily it could a whole lot worse of a mess in her panties than that.
Reaching for the toilet paper, Barbara must then go about wiping herself. She seems to be alone in the girls’ room now and she’s happy about that. Still, she knows it’s not going to be pleasant. Suffice to say, she’s not impressed with the quality of the school’s toilet paper. Of course, having peed in the school bathrooms regularly through 3+ years of high school, Barbara had used school toilet paper before. But, of course, wiping herself after this is quite different than wiping herself after that. She folds up a thick wad of toilet paper and takes the first wipe. The paper comes back a total mess. She goes again with another thick wad. That, too, comes back, just about completely covered in fecal matter. Barbara starts to wonder if she’s ever going to be able to get herself clean. But taking her third wipe, she starts to feel like she’s making progress. The paper still comes back well soiled, but at least with less caked on poop than with her two previous wipes. Sure wonders exactly how her butt managed to get so dirty when she didn’t actually mess in her panties. Going at it with her 4th wipe, though, she really starts to feel like she’s getting clean. Still, it takes a 5th and a 6th wipe before she finally finishes the dirty job. “Whew!” she breaths yet another sigh of relief at getting that done. Standing and turning to look into the toilet, she sees she’s done quite a bowel movement in the toilet. With all that, it’s no wonder the urge for her to go came on so quickly and so strongly this afternoon. And it’s no wonder, either, why it took some much wiping to clean up afterwards. She stares at it a moment, not really wanting to think about how easily that all could have wound up in her pants instead of the toilet. Still, she’s quite proud of herself for actually doing it in the toilet.
Flushing it away, the toilet almost clogs from all that toilet paper -- including all that she had used to line the toilet seat beforehand. But, fortunately, with the powerful flush of those school toilets, it all goes down. Exiting the stall and going to over to the sinks, Barbara suddenly feels great pride in what she’s done. Sure, all she really did was a have a bowel movement in the toilet like she’s supposed to. It’s hardly something that a girl in high school should really feel a sense of accomplishment about. I mean, by the time they’re 3 or 4, pretty much everyone has mastered pooping in the toilet. But for Barbara, this somehow felt different. It was her first time. In 3+ years of high school, she had never done this here in school before. It was something that other girls her age did, but she was afraid to do. But now, she had done it, too. It was once, but she had indeed done it, too.
Walking back to class, Barbara not only felt good having dropped that load that she had painfully been holding in all afternoon, she felt liberated. She no longer had to worry about what would happen if the time came when she needed to go at school and simply couldn’t hold it in like she usually did. She no longer had to worry about what she was going to do next year at college when she couldn’t simply wait to come home in order to do it in her own private toilet. It was indeed an accomplishment for her. It was cathartic to her. In a way, Barbara -- at 18 years old and a senior in high school -- was now fully toilet-trained.
Getting back to English class, she gives her friend Trish a “thumbs up” signal as she enters the classroom. But that was completely unnecessary because Trish could already tell by the big, proud smile on Barbara’s face that she had indeed finally done it -- she had indeed finally mastered the fine art of pooping at school She gives Barbara a “thumbs up” in return. And a short time later, Barbara is passed a note in class. It’s from Trish. “Congratulations on your first time!” it reads. |
I thought I would revisit some of the characters I have written about before. I’ll link the previous stories as a comment if anyone has missed the previous ones. Enjoy!
All Day Candy tries to beat her record
Candy woke remembering her target once again: all day without a pee. Today was day three and although yesterday had been an improvement on the day before she still hadn’t quite made it. Today needed to be the day! Switching off her morning alarm she stretched and climbed out of bed, her strapless satin nightie falling down her large breasts as she did. Pulling it back up she went next door to her bathroom and relaxed on the toilet looking forward to the fact she wouldn’t do this again until bedtime. As she squeezed every last dribble out she slid out her nightie and stepped into the warm shower. Drying her body and hair she chose her favourite black fitted leather trousers and a snug cream blouse trimmed with lace at the cuffs and front as she tied her hair back and put her make up on.
Down in the kitchen she made a mug of tea and some cereal with cold milk and packed herself a lunch. Driving to work in the rain she couldn’t help wondering if today would be the day: would she actually manage to hold her bladder a full 12 hours? The thought made her nipples tingle in excitement.
Pulling into the quiet car park she walked around to the back door of her small store and unlocked it, waving to Mukesh as he took in his morning delivery. Switching on the lights and heating and turning off the alarm Candy checked the shop over as usual. She still had half an hour before the centre opened to customers so she made herself a coffee and turned on her computer at the till. If the shop wasn’t busy today she hoped to launch a social media ad campaign to see if she could promote more online sales of her brand. Since lockdown many were still reluctant to come to the shop in person and Candy didn’t want to lose her loyal customer base.
With her coffee finished she opened the shutters and waited. It was a slow start but that gave Candy time to work on her advert and catch up on some other admin. The two customers that came in knew exactly what they wanted and were quickly served. Before she knew it it was lunch time and she enjoyed her filled roll and apple. She looked in her bag for her bottle of water annoyed that it looked liked she’d accidentally left it at home. Looking at the computer screen had given her a slight headache and she needed water to take some pain killers. She was just thinking what to do when the answer appeared.
Mukesh from the newsagents next door came in, dressed in his suit and usual bright tie that contrasted stunningly against the bronze tone of his brown flawless skin. Candy smiled as she noticed his eyes immediately lower to her bust as the lace of her blouse accentuated her large breasts and seemed to get caught between them as she sat behind the counter. As usual he was looking for change for a £20 winking his eye and smiling charmingly as he spoke.
“You don’t happen to have...emmm...change do you Candy?”,
Candy checked the till and counted out change.
“I do but could I ask a favour in return?”
Mukesh looked a little embarrassed. “Eh...yes of course. How can I help you?”,
“Oh it’s just a small thing. I left my bottle of water at home. If I give you the cash could I buy one from you if that’s ok?”
“Is that all? Of course! I’ll be right back!”
Mukesh returned with not one bottle of water but two. “On the house Candy!”
Candy opened one, took the painkillers and drank the rest soon after. The afternoon picked up a little with a few more customers and by mid afternoon Candy was starting to need to pee. She smiled to herself as she thought how long she planned to wait still as she decided to add to the intensity by drinking the second bottle as the afternoon went on. By the time 4pm came around she was sitting crossed legged at her computer by the till squirming a fair bit with an ever filling bladder. The sensations this gave to her vagina thrilled her as she felt her lips swell and her urethra pound. Bouncing her leg and swinging it as she sat were enough to keep things at bay at first but she could already feel the pressure increasing as every moment passed.
Candy was about to tidy up ready for closing when Mukesh walked in again.
‘Have you read the email from management Candy?’
‘No. What’s happened?’
Candy came out from behind the till as Mukesh beckoned her closer to read the email on his phone. Handing her his phone Mukesh watched Candy as she stepped forwards and backwards and crossed her legs, not standing still for a moment. His eyes moved from her shiny hair to her rosy cheeks to her large breasts and then from her waistline and hips to her long leather covered legs. He was in no hurry for Candy to finish reading and her constant movements made her even sexier than ever.
Finally Candy handed back the phone and sighed.
‘What a cheek! Are we working together again then?’
‘Definitely!’
‘Great count me in!’
Candy opened the door of her shop and turned the sign to closed. She liked Mukesh, even secretly fancying him, but her body was screaming for attention and his presence was only making things worse! Candy could feel her heart rate increasing even as Mukesh passed as she caught a sniff of his aftershave. Combined with the intense pressure between her legs and her already moisture filled vagina it was getting a little too much.
Mukesh left and Candy locked up the front door, turned off the lights and heating, switched on the alarm and headed out the back door to her car. As she locked the back door she couldn’t stand still, her bladder busting for release. In the stress of the moment she dropped her bag but immediately picked it up and got in her car. Sitting down the waist of her trousers pressed on her bladder and Candy counteracted this by pressing a hand into her crotch. She still had hours left to hold if she wasn’t going to pee until bedtime but that felt so long away as she squirmed in the seat as she drove home.
Back home Candy raced through the front door looking up stairs and contemplating rushing up to the toilet that she really desperately needed. But that would spoil her evening so instead she headed to the kitchen where she put a simple dinner in the oven and got herself a cold drink, having to hold herself tightly between her legs while the tap was running. She sat down in the armchair wriggling constantly as she switched on the TV and waited for her dinner to cook. It was hard to concentrate on the show on the screen as her bladder ached so much. Rocking from side to side when another spasm hit she pulled the cushion that was behind her and wedged it between her legs and pressed down on it. That helped a little but the pressure was incredible so Candy undid the clip of her trousers and breathed a bit easier.
It was taking all Candy’s effort to hold on now as she sipped at her drink and flicked channels. However despite the pain and uncomfortableness of the weight in her bladder there was no denying to Candy how turned on and excited she felt, so naughty even, and this spurred her on to keep holding. She slipped a hand inside her trousers and panties and gasped at how wet and open her vagina was and how sensitive her clit was. If it wasn’t for the fact her dinner would be ready soon she knew she would otherwise be bringing herself to climax as every throb to her urethra intensified the sexual desire in her body.
As she rocked and pushed against her own hand, the cushion still wedged into her crotch and her hands exploring while her mind wandered to how good her pee would be later tonight, Candy jumped in fright as her front door bell went. Struggling to stand up Candy found herself struggling, bent forwards as she tensed her muscles and tried to walk to the door. As she opened the door her eyes widened.
There stood Mukesh right in front of her as she curtsied and squirmed with her blouse now untucked and her trousers open at the top.
“Sorry did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No...no! Sorry how can I help you...and how did you know where I lived?”
“When I locked up I found this at the back door. I thought you’d want it. It had your address on so I thought it more secure to being to you in person. Candy are you sure you are ok? Your face is very red and you seem...anxious?”
Mukesh handed Candy her drivers licence.
“Thank you! You just...you just caught me in the middle of something sorry. I am just cooking dinner that’s all. Sorry I need to go...arghh”
Mukesh reached out and touched Candy on the arm.
“Ok. It’s just...you don’t look at all ok really. But anyway I had better let you go. Take better care of that drivers licence though ok!”
Candy was overcome with a very strong spasm from her bladder as hidden behind the open door she grabbed between her legs and moaned slightly. Whispering hoarsely as she struggled for breath she couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Oh God I need a pee!”
Mukesh looked at her, his eyes wide and his face slightly flushed.
“I had better let you go then hadn’t I. You look very desperate if you don’t mind me saying.”
Candy looked up and down the street anxiously making sure no-one else was in eat shot. She leaned a little closer to Mukesh and whispered in his ear.
“I haven’t been since I got up. I’ve been holding it all day!”
Mukesh gasped as his hand brushed off Candy’s hard nipple that was visible through her blouse.
“Goodness me! I could never go that long. I’ll....I’ll be off then shall I? See you tomorrow. Go run my friend...”
Candy closed the door gently then danced on the spot as she rubbed her thighs with her hands. Maybe she should do as Mukesh said and go to the toilet. She doubted she could last much longer anyway...
But then she was interrupted by the oven bell! Panting and frantic she looked upstairs at the toilet and then into the kitchen down the hall towards her oven. Which way should she go? Candy chose the kitchen but soon regretted it as before she could bend down to the oven she gasped as she felt a small leak into her already damp underwear.
“Come on Candy. Keep holding!”
Dishing up her dinner Candy held her breath as her back hurt and her bladder ached. How much longer could she hold off? She wasn’t sure. She sat the meal and a can of juice at the breakfast bar and got herself cutlery all the time crossing her legs and squirming. But then she heard the door again!
Candy rushed back to the front door and opened it sighing. There once again stood Mukesh!
“Sorry I forgot to say that there’s a meeting tomorrow in the centre if you can make it. 5:35 just after we close up. Same place as usual.”
Candy wanted to cry. Her breasts longed to be caressed, her vagina begged to be fucked and her bladder screamed to be released and all of this while a handsome man who she respected greatly stood right in front of her. With her cheeks flushed more than before, her dinner cooling and her bladder pushing so hard she couldn’t take it another second she suddenly stopped moving as she stood on her own doorstop within touching distance of Mukesh.
“I...I’ll be there. Oh God no! Not now!”
Mukesh eyed Candy all over yet again, as the silence between them was only interrupted by a hissing noise that only Candy knew about.
It was all too late.
She hadn’t reached her target yet again as warm urine flowed speedily down her inside legs pooling at the feet of her high heeled shoes and leaving an ever growing puddle that she couldn’t hide. For all the embarrassment Candy laughed sexily as Mukesh stood looking at the puddle in amazement. Candy was still peeing as her hands automatically reached to her breasts as she fondled them with her head tilted slightly.
“Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought you had been...oh I’m ever so sorry Candy.”
“Oh don’t worry about it. It’s my fault really. I thought I could wait but...oh well. Oh God that felt sooooo good! Don’t you love that feeling of finally peeing after you’ve wanted to go for ages?”
Mukesh, flustered but very noticeably also highly turned on, looked Candy right in the eye.
“I do actually. I’d best go. See you tomorrow?’
‘Of course!’ |
Astrologist Mona Megistus pulled the door to her home closed behind her, and stepped out onto the streets of Mondstadt. It was the dead of night, perfect conditions for stargazing. Mona's house was a small one, situated on the the outskirts of the city. Mona was dedicated not to use her talent with astrology to make a profit, and her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for money. Because of this, Mona was usually strapped for cash. It had taken a long time to save up enough to buy her house, but the cozy home was well worth it.
Mona took in a deep breath of fresh air as she started off toward the city gate. The cool breeze rushed past her face, blowing her dark black hair around her shoulders. The plan for the night was to travel a short distance outside of Mondstadt, spend the night watching the stars, and head back into the city as the sun rose. Mona whistled a little tune to her self as she approached the gates. The night was her element and the stars her companions. In her eyes, there was no better time to be out than midnight.
Mona arrived at the gates and was let through a small side door by a guard who looked equal parts tired and bored. Mona was well-known enough within the city to allow her to pass through with out much pause. She thanked the guard and continued on her way. Traveling along the main road that led out of Mondstadt, Mona aimed for a medium sized hill just a mile away. that was where she would set up for the night. Still whistling, Mona walked on, cloak fluttering in the wind.
After about an hours trek, Mona began to scale the hill. It was not a large slope, but still a difficult climb. Once at the top, Mona stopped for a small rest. After about five minutes she stood and began to set up her equipment. As she was pulling out her notebook in order to keep track of her observations, Mona felt a small ache in her abdomen. She frowned and-placed one hand over her stomach. She had needed to visit the restroom before she had left her house, but had forgotten in her haste to get out of the city. Cursing her forgetfulness, Mona finished setting up. Nothing to be done about it now.
About two hours into her stargazing. Mona was cursing herself even more. She now sat writing in her notebook about the measurements she had taken, with one leg crossed over the other. Her need had gotten much worse in the time since she had first arrived on the hill. Mona gazed back at the walled city behind her longingly, knowing that there were plenty of bathrooms there. Mona briefly considered calling it an early night and hustling back to the city, but eventually decided against it. There was still a few more hours of darkness left, and she was confident she could hold on for a little longer.
Another two hours past and Mona knew she had made a mistake. She was constantly jiggling up and down, moving her feet from side to side. The astronomer was now desperate to pee. She quickly made the decision to pack up her things and head back into Mondstadt, hoping it wasn't too late. She spent a good fifteen minutes putting away her equipment, hindered by the need to stop periodically to hold herself in order to avoid leaking. Mona began to make her way down the hill at a snails pace. She was moving with one hand between her legs, one hand holding the strap of her equipment bag. About halfway down the hill Mona paused to consider finding a nice bush and peeing there. It's night anyway. No one is even out here. She thought.
After a moment of deliberation, Mona's pride was too great to go to those extreme lengths. She continued her slow walk. Mona arrived on the main road of Mondstadt as the sun rose above the horizon behind her, illuminating the sky with a brilliant yellow shine. The hour walk that had led Mona to the hill now felt like an eternity. She was hunched over, with one hand perpetually thrust between her legs. Her brown tights chafed against her legs as she walked. About halfway to the gates, Mona let out a small squeak as she felt her bladder spasm. the next moment her hand was hit by a small jet of pee. Mona stoped and shoved both hands into her crotch, not caring that her equipment dropped to the road beside her. After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona was able to determine that it was just a leak. She breathed a sigh of relief. I still have time.
Mona made it to the gates without further incident. She was let in by the same guard as earlier that night. She blushed as he directed a puzzled look at Mona's posture. Fortunately, he didn't ask any questions and let her through quickly. Mona was thankful that the same guard was still there expecting her, though she did fell a bit sorry for him, having to stand at attention all night. Mona hobbled back in the direction of her house as fast as she dared, bracing herself against a worse case scenario.
Mona was able to reach her house without another leak. She stopped in front of the door. As she pulled her hand out form between her legs to grab the doorknob, she felt another stream shoot out of her overfilled bladder. She was forced to shove her hand back between her thighs and bounce form foot to foot in order to regain her composure. She reached for the knob once more and this time was successful in getting the door open. She rushed into the house pulling the door closed behind her. Mona's desperation reached a crescendo as the door slammed shut. She dropped her equipment on the floor and ran for the bathroom as fast as she could.
She wasn't fast enough. Just as Mona reached the bathroom door, her overtaxed bladder gave up. She tried desperately to hold back the tide, but to no avail. Mona was forced to watch in resigned silence as she peed full-force into her pants. The purple fabric of her one piece top darkened around her crotch as pee soaked through the material. Wet streaks formed as urine ran down her legs, darkening any part of her tights that it touched. Mona grimaced at the wet, warm feeling that rushed over her thighs and down to the floor. A puddle formed between her feet, expanding outward as Mona's body continued to empty itself of liquid. After a solid minute and a half, the stream finally abated.
Mona groaned and looked down at her clothing. Her one piece might be able to be saved. It only had wetness directly between the legs and a little around the back. Her tights were another matter. They were stained completely, turned almost black due to saturation. Mona could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at the puddle on the floor. Even though nobody was around to bear witness to her accident, Mona couldn't help feeling ashamed. Dejectedly, she stripped out of her soaked clothes and entered the bathroom. The toilet sat in the corner, lid up as if mocking her. She stepped into the shower, thankful that she at least was in private. A rueful smile crossed Mona's face. Whether the outcome was good or not, at least it had been an eventful night. |
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