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Chapter 2:
Lisa slid the book in her hands back onto the shelf, stifling a yawn. The Mondstadt Librarian had been up all night organizing the library, replacing books, and getting her own reading done. She was beyond tired. The morning sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon filling the library with brilliant light. Lisa straitened out and stretched. She was almost done with her tasks. The last pile of books to put away rested on a table in the middle of the room. Lisa made her way to the table, long cloak brushing her calves as she walked.
She arrived at the table and picked up the stack of books. Before she had the chance to put any away however, she caught a glimpse of the title of the book on top of the stack. The title read, A History of the Electro Element. Lisa couldn't resist. She grabbed the book and sat down at the table, flipping to the first page. The other books can wait. She thought. I'll only read a few chapters. Lisa's desire for knowledge couldn't be quenched that easily though. An hour later and Lisa was still deeply engrossed in her book. The sun was now a good bit above the horizon.
Lisa let out another yawn. She would need to sleep soon, and those books weren't going to put themselves away. With reluctance, Lisa made to close the book but again was distracted by the title of the next chapter. She sat back down again to continue reading. After a few more minutes, Lisa was forced to change her sitting position. A few minutes later, she did it again. After a little while, Lisa realized that she was moving, and frowned. It only took her a second to find the cause of her body's restlessness. She needed to pee. Lisa hadn't visited the restroom all night, her work having kept her too busy. The need was slightly concerning, but not so pressing that she would need to stop her reading to take care of it. After the next chapter. Then I'll put the books away, then go to the bathroom.
As Lisa turned back to her book, she felt her eyelids start to droop. Looking outside she realized that the sun was well above the horizon, and it was almost 10 AM. She turned back to her book, but the words swam in front of her eyes. Just a little nap. It won't take long, the witch thought as she laid her head down on the table. Sleep came quickly, and Lisa's eyes closed.
Lisa woke a short time later. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she looked out the window to see that the sun was near its zenith. She had only slept for about two hours. That's not bad. I'll put those books away now. She got up feeling refreshed, and ready to get back to work. But as soon as Lisa stood up, she froze. A slight damp feeling was rubbing against the inside of her thighs. Lisa quickly looked down and opened her mouth in horror. A wet circle about the size of an apple sat on the crotch of her purple robe. She had completely forgotten about her need to pee once she awoke, but now it came back to her, ten times worse than before. Lisa thrust her hands into her crotch as she doubled over with a groan. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. Lisa grimaced when she felt the wet spot between her legs. As bad as that accident was, it would get much worse if Lisa didn't go to the bathroom immediately.
Being the librarian meant that Lisa knew exactly where she needed to go. The bathroom sat on the other side of the library. Lisa took a faltering step in that direction, but stopped with a gasp as a small leak shot into her panties. She grimaced and took another step. Another leak followed. Lisa twisted her legs around one another, concentrating as hard as she could on her bladder. After a minute, she felt confident enough in her hold to walk forward again. She took the next step without any problems. Then the next. And the one after that. Lisa felt a small smile light up her face. She was half way across the room, without any further problems. Just as she was almost at the door another leak shot out. Lisa froze, pushing as hard as she could between her legs. The stream eventually stopped, but looking down, Lisa noticed a stain had started to appear on her thigh high tights. She wasn't going to get out of this dry even if she did avoid completely wetting her pants.
A few steps later and Lisa was just approaching the door. She was only a few feet away from relief. But it was not meant to be. Lisa's foot caught on a desk as she was walking by, and she toppled to the ground. She landed hard on her butt. She desperately tried to shove her hands between her legs, but the impact was too much for her bladder. A loud hisss filled the air as Lisa leaned her head back with a moan. She wished she could have made it to the bathroom, but the release of her swollen bladder still felt wonderful. What didn't feel quite so nice was the wet feeling that expanded across Lisa's body. Her ass and the bottom of her thighs were soon soaked, and a puddle expanded on the floor under her, saturating her tights and the back of her cloak.
She stood up after the stream had ended, feeling the wetness of her clothing rubbing against her legs. Glancing behind her back, it was clear that Lisa had peed herself. The back of her cloak was soaked from the small of her back all the way down, and her tights didn't fare much better. Glancing around quickly, Lisa hurried into the bathroom to try and clean up. Well, she thought. I guess thats what I get for being lazy. |
Chapter 3:
A warm sea breeze blew across the deck of the large wooden ship that sat in Liyue Harbor. The bright sun and the calls of seabirds created a beautiful scene of the ocean that stretched out into the distance away from the harbor. Beidou thought that there was no better place in the world. The tall sea captan peered out onto the open sea from her position by the guard rail. Beidou had always loved the sea. The urge to sail the open ocean had always itched inside her. That itch was strong today. Beidou hadn't been out to sea in weeks and was growing tired of the solid ground under her feet. Fortunately, Beidou was just about to set sail. Sailors scurried around the deck, members of her crew The Crux. They were good men and Beidou trusted them explicitly. Right now, she was patrolling the deck in order to check the last minutes preparations.
After checking that her cargo was secure, ropes were tied correctly, and personal belongings were stored, Beidou determined that it was just about time to set sail. That was until she felt a twitch in her abdomen. Grimacing, Beidou realized she hadn't found time to relive herself since early that morning. She had been wrapped up in her preparations that she had completely ignored her bodies needs. Fortunately, there was an easy solution. She could quickly run below deck and use the ships toilet, ensuring that her journey would begin soon after. However, as appealing as the thought of leaving as soon as possible was, Beidou dismissed that option. The ship's bathroom was not exactly clear and plus, it had limited storage for waste. Best to just make a quick stop on land. Making sure that things were in order on the ship, Bedou slipped away quietly onto the docks, making her way toward an outhouse tucked away to the side of the pier. Being on land did have some benefits.
Just as Beidou stepped off the ship and onto the wooden planks of the dock, a shout stoped her. A short messenger was running toward her at a sprint, shouting her name. Beidou's heart sank, and she let out a sigh. She had a feeing she knew what this was about. The messenger came to a stop in front of her, still panting. After catching his breath, her straitened up and in a deep voice proclaimed,
"Captain Beidou! Your presence has been requested by The Liyue Qixing in the Jade Chamber to discuss your most recent offense. Follow me!"
Beidou let out another sigh. So much for her plans of leaving early. She began to walk slowly after the messenger who had started his way toward the main city of Liyue already. Her bladder gave a feeble ache in protest as Beidou turned away from the outhouse. Another sigh. This better not take long.
The Liyue Qixing, Ningguang, sat rigidly with her back pressed against the high backed chair she sat on. Her stark white hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders and her qipao style dress was without a wrinkle. To anyone who saw her, wether it be guards, maids, or visitors, Ningguang looked to be the definition of composure. On the inside she was anything but. Someone watching very closely could see that Ningguang wasn't actually as cal as she appeared. A few drops of sweat resided on her brow, she would frequently bit her lip, and she continued to shift back and forth in her chair. The truth was Ningguang was in a very difficult position. She had booked the entire day with audiences, meetings, and negotiations with little in the way of a break in between. This meant that she had been unable to find more than a minute of free time all day. And despite all her carful planning she had forgotten one important thing. She had forgotten to use the bathroom.
Ningguang had been so busy all throughout the day that she had had no opportunity to relive her self. As such she was suffering from a painfully swollen bladder. The light at the end of the tunnel was that this was her last requirement of the day. The problem was that it was an audience with Beidou. The renowned captain was never easy to deal with, even when Ningguang could focus solely on the problem in front of her. Beidou was a troublemaker with a fierce personality and a penchant for breaking rules. What might be even worse was that she wasn't intimidated in the slightest by the power of the Liyue Qixing. Although her stubbornness and lack of respect were infuriating, Ningguang had a good deal of appreciation for the girl. Not many people could stand up to Ningguang's imposing air and impressive title.
But respect or not, Ninguang was not in the right position to deal with Beidou today. As the endless meetings and audiences had gone on, Ningguang had felt more and more desperate by the minute. She felt like her bladder was on the verge of bursting like an overfilled balloon. She was only holding on by sheer force of will, and there was no guarantee how long that would last.
A knock on the door roused Ningguang out of her speculations. Composing her self and making sure that she still looked calm, Ningguang called for the messenger to enter. He did, bringing Beidou along behind him. After bowing to Ningguang, the messenger turned and left the way he had came, leaving the two women in the room together. Ningguang started the conversation.
"Beidou this is getting out of hand. This is the third time you have been caught smuggling goods into Liyue Harbor in as many journeys. You have to stop."
"I don't know what you're talking about", was Beidou's response. Ningguang rolled her eyes. This was the usual way of things. She readied her self for a long confrontation. She discreetly slipped one hand between her legs, hidden behind a large desk in front of her chair. At least she hoped it was hidden.
You know very well what I am talking about Beidou".
"Fine. I brought in some extra exotic items for me and my crew. It wasn't anything dangerous."
"That doesn't matter. You didn't tell the officials about it, which means that it was still smuggling."
"And what are you going to do about it? I'm the best captain in Liyue and I make you a good amount of money from my trade. You wouldn't want to give that up, would you?"
Ningguang stifled a sigh. Couldn't it be easy, just this once? But of course it never was. That was what you got with Biedou. Ningguang felt another ache in her overtaxed bladder, this time accompanied by a short leak. She quickly straitened up hoping desperately that Beidou couldn't see the blush that was rising on her cheeks. Unfortunately, she could.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Not feeling good? 'Cause if so I can always just go now." With the last comment, Beidou started to turn toward the door.
"No! You stay here. I'm fine". Beidou turned back around. Ningguang saw a look of disappointment on the captain's face before she regained her prideful swagger.
"Listen Beidou, this is your third offense. I have no choice to give you a fine." Ningguang's statement was accompanied by another small leak. She was losing control, slowly but surely. Ningguang estimated she had about five minutes before her bladder would give up and she would completely wet herself. She hoped, prayed even that Beidou would just accept her fine and leave.
"Okay. I'll pay the fine", said Beidou.
"Y-You will?" Ningguang asked in wonder.
"Yeah. It can't be too bad. So can I go now?"
"Um, yes. Have a nice day".
Ningguang watched in fascination as Beidou turned on her heel and walked out of the room. her prayers had been answered. Ningguang got up, ready to run out of the room. She might just be able to make it. Her hands were pressed between her legs as she started to stand. Suddenly the door burst open and a young woman walked in looking intently at a piece of paper. Ningguang acted fast and shot back into her seat pressing her hands even harder against her crotch. the woman, a new secretary, was reading off of the paper how much Beidou's fine would be. Ningguang nodded and pretended to listen agreeing with what ever amount the secretary suggested.
Ningguang desperately tried to hold on, but it was no use. Near the end of the secretary's account, hot pee started to rush between her hands. She tried her hardest to maintain an impassive face, knowing that any exclamation would alert the secretary to the fact that The Liyue Qixing was peeing her pants not ten feet away. Fortunately, the secretary finished her account and left the room none the wiser. Ningguang watched the door swing shut, then sighed and leaned back. She gave up on holding her bladder and let it all rush out.
A puddle expanded from out under her bottom, spreading across the seat of her chair before pouring down onto the floor. The wetness rubbed against her thighs, creating an interesting warm sensation on her legs. She sat in the same position, soaking her cloths, for what felt like an eternity. Eventually Ningguang stood up and looked at the mess she had caused. A massive pool of urine lay on the floor around her chair. The back of her dress was still dripping wet, and it was obvious that her underwear were in a similar condition. Ningguang wasn't looking forward to the clean up, but for now, she was just relived to finally have an empty bladder.
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Beidou stepped out onto the streets of Liyue, and only there was she able to let her guard down. She bent over quickly and shoved both hands between her thighs. She was on the verge of an accident. Beidou was surprised, and grateful, that she had made it all the way through her meeting with Ningguang without more than a small leak. She stumbled through the streets, no longer caring who saw her desperation. She searched desperately for a toilet, but to no avail.
After a good five minutes of frantic searching, Beidou was still unable to find an appropriate place to realize her self. But just when all seemed lost, and it looked like Beidou was doomed to piss herself in the middle of a crowded city, she saw salvation. Or at least as close to salvation as was possible. Beidou had seen an alley and quickly ran for it. It would not save her from an accident, but it would save her from public humiliation. As soon as Beidou turned the corner into the empty alley, her bladder decided it could wait no longer. Beidou pressed her back up against the wall and quickly pulled her red dress out of the way.
Her pee spilled into her black leotard, saturating the fabric quickly. Multiple stream poured from between her legs pattering loudly onto the paved stone ground. Additional streams had their paths diverted and ran down her bent thighs instead. Beidou breathed a sigh of relief. The pee continued to pour into her leotard, but after she was done nobody would be able to tell. Eventually the stream abated, and after waiting a moment to make sure, Beidou let her dress fall back down over her knees. There was no way to tell, just from looking, that Beidou had wet herself. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. Considering how dire her situation had been only moments before, Beidou considered this a success. She walked out of the alley head held high, her confident demeanor more than enough to convince passerby that nothin was amiss.
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Chapter 4:
The barracks of the Knights of Favonius was a relatively large building, that was home to many different knights and trainees. Due to its size and the amount of people living there, the building was always in need of cleaning. That was where Noelle specialized. Noelle was a maid, working at the knight's headquarters. She had aspirations of becoming a knight herself one day, and she knew that if she worked hard at her current job she had a good chance of seeing her dream come true. On this particular day, Noelle was deep within the headquarters, cleaning out the personal rooms of some of the knights while they were away on missions.
Noelle felt honored to be given the job. It showed that her superior had a lot of trust in her not to steal or damage any of the knight's property while they were away. Noelle hoped that this meant she might receive a promotion soon, or maybe even a chance at the selection trials! The thought made Noelle's heart flutter with excitment, but she soon got a hold of her emotions and let a serene look drift onto her face. A true knight would never let their emotions get the best of them like that.
Noelle pushed open the door to a small chamber that served as a sleeping area for one of the knights. The room was furnished sparingly with a bed in the corner, a small table, and three chairs serving as the only furniture. At the foot of the bed rested a large chest that no doubt house the knight's belongings. A large window was set into the far wall, letting the morning sun illuminate the area. Noelle wasted no time in getting to work.
An hour later she straitened up, looking around the room in satisfaction. Not a single mote of dust remained. Noelle took one more moment to arrange the furniture back to its original position before slipping out the door. She moved down the hall way to the next room, ready to repeat the process.
After two more rooms the sun was high in the sky, and Noelle was almost done with the rooms in the hallway. She had just one more room left to complete. There was only one thing that was stopping her from finishing her task. Noelle was having a debate with herself about wether or not she should use the bathroom. Noelle hadn't gone to the bathroom since early that morning, and as such was suffering from a full bladder. Normally, she wouldn't have waited even this long to go relive herself, but something was holding her back.
If I'm going to be a knight some day, I have to learn the value of patience she thought. A true knight would never have these types of problems. Noelle also was reluctant to leave her chores. She knew that people were depending on her to get these rooms clean and if she didn't, she would let them down. Also, she might lose her chance to become a knight. Noelle made up her mind. She stood up straight, steeled herself, and walked purposefully into the last room, vowing not to come out until it was clean.
The cleaning started off well for Noelle. The room was almost identical to the rooms before it, with the same furniture and chest. This room was only set apart by the brown rub that sat on the hard wood floor in the middle of the room. As Noelle got to work, she noticed thick layers of dust pilled up on almost every surface. It was obvious that no one had lived in this room for a long time. That meant even more work for Noelle. Cobwebs were thick in the corners of the room, and the glass panes of the windows were smeared.
About ten minutes later Noelle was regretting her earlier decision. Her bladder continued to ache, and Noelle bit her lip nervously. She was only about one third of the way done with the cleaning. She started to think about going back on her original vow but quickly put the thought out of her mind. I can do this. I won't give up yet. Noelle continued to work hard, while her desperation grew. After Noelle was about halfway finished with the room, the first leak shot out. It was a short, second long stream, that briefly warmed the fabric of her cotton panties before she was able to get ahold of herself. Noelle squeaked in alarm, and shoved both hands between her legs, dropping her broom in the process. After a few deep breaths, Noelle gently bent down, picked up her broom, and got back to work. That was close. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Noelle worked faster than before, sweeping and dusting at nearly twice her normal speed. She could tell that even with her increased pace it was going to be close. Noelle leaked for the second time, and again paused in her work in order to control herself. I'm almost done. Just a little bit longer. she thought to herself. The cleaning began to slow down as Noelle continued to stop periodically in order to deal with leaks. They were frequent now, occurring ever minute or so. Noelle knew she was on her last legs, but was still unable to give up on her task.
Her underwear were now completely wet due to the persistence of her leaks. Noelle was sure that if she wasn't wearing her standard maid's dress, a small wet patch would be visible on the tights she wore underneath. Even so, she continued to clean. She was almost done with the room. Noelle continued to work as fast as she could, but as time went on it became clear she wouldn't be fast enough. Noelle had long since married the idea that she would finish cleaning completely, or she would wet herself trying. And it looked like that later was more likely.
Noelle was almost done cleaning, bit she knew that the battle was over. Even if she was able to leave right now, there was no way she would make it to the bathroom in time. She was now leaking almost non-stop , and the leaks were getting longer. Noelle could feel wetness now halfway down her thighs, and knew that it would not belong before she could hold back no longer. Noelle moved around the room hunched almost double in a futile attempt to contain the ocean of liquid residing in her bladder. After a few more minutes, the leaks ceased being random squirts, and coalesced into one continuous stream.
Noelle stopped moving completely, straining to try to maintain control over her bladder, but her efforts were not enough. Her bladder continued to void itself, and hot pee ran down Noelle's legs. She could do nothing to prevent the streams from rolling down her thighs and calves, nor could she prevent the steady hisss of her accident from filling the air. Noelle felt tears well in her eyes as she starred at the puddle forming on the ground. The loud dripping noise of her pee hitting the ground played a mocking tune in Noelle's ears. She feel to her knees, not caring that the hem of her dress was soaking up the puddle on the ground. Noelle put her head in her hands and felt tears run down her cheeks.
How are you going to be a knight if you can't even make it to the toilet? she berated herself. Noelle stayed where she was, head hung in shame for the better part of ten minutes before she mustered the strength to stand. She was once again thankful for her maid uniform as, other than some slight discoloration around the hem of her dress, Noelle's accident was very discreet. She snuck back into the hallway, head down, praying nobody would see hr. Noelle returned to the room a few minutes later with a bucket and a mop. Silently she began to clean up her mess, mop handle held dejectedly between her hands. At least she would not be hard pressed to clean up. It is my job after all she thought, as the mop continued its unyielding path across the floor. When Noelle finished her cleaning she slipped quietly out into the hallway. She pulled the door closed behind her with an air of finality before heading to the exit, thankful that she was done for the day. |
Chapter 5:
The Jade Chamber floated gracefully through the sky over Liyue Harbor, passing the few clouds that obscured the bright rays of sunlight. The warm summer months had brought nice weather and pleasant spirits all across Teyvat. Yet despite the warm weather and the nice breeze, Ganyu secretary to the Liyue Qixing was sitting inside at a desk. The work of the Qixing didn't stop for the weather, which meant that neither did Ganyu. She was devout in her work, tackling any task that came her way without a word of complaint. Her work ethic and can-do attitude had earned her respect from both her coworkers and from the Qixing herself.
This was a fact the Ganyu was happy about most of the time. She was not opposed to a heavy workload, and appreciated the respect she was given. Still, it was a shame to have to stay inside on a day like this. The blue sky above and the sparkling sea below called to Ganyu. She could feel her qilin heritage aching to explore the world around her. But she knew she couldn't do any of those things. Instead, she just had to sigh and get right back to work.
A constant stream of papers and reports had been flooding in from Liyue. A flock of merchant ships had just docked in the harbor, which meant a lot of paper work for Ganyu. It seemed like every time she finished filling out a document, another, longer paper was placed on her desk. The work was constant, but not to strenuous. As she worked, Ganyu felt her mind drifting back to thoughts of running through the forest or splashing in the ocean.
As the day drew on, Ganyu began to feel restless. she had been sitting behind her desk for what felt like hours and her hand was starting to cramp from writing. She got up to stretch throwing her hands above her head and yawning. She was shocked to see that it was late afternoon in Liyue. She had been working for longer than she had realized. As Ganyu stretched, she felt an uncomfortable sensation in her bladder.
Oh right! she thought. I better get to the bathroom. Ganyu had realized her need an hour or two ago, but had gotten caught up in work again before she could act on her urges. After that the thought of using the bathroom had completely slipped her mind. No matter. I'll go now. As Ganyu began to walk to the door out of her office and into the hallway, a junior assistant came down the hallway, stopping in front of her door.
He deposited a stack of papers on her desk, explained that they were the final merchant's reports for the day, and quickly scurried out of her office. With a sigh Ganyu sat back down at her desk. I guess it'll have to wait. I can always stop soon if it gets too bad.
Ganyu leaned back from her desk, sighing in satisfaction. She had just finished filling out the reports, and was done for the day. She was about to stand up and leave the office when a stray thought distracted her. Wasn't there something I was supposed to remember? she asked herself. Ganyu stood pondering the question for a few moments before her bladder spasmed and it all came flooding back. Literally. A stream of pee shot out between Ganyu's legs. She was able to stop it after only a few seconds, but there was no denying the wet warmth on the inside of her thighs. There was no way to tell just looking at Ganyu, the long ends of her bodice covered her legs enough to hide any potential stains.
Now that her bladder was under control for the time being, Ganyu made her way into the hallway in search of a bathroom. She walked a few paces down the hall before, she was forced to bend over with her hands between her legs to avoid another leak. It was worse than Ganyu had realized. Her situation was becoming more and more desperate by the minute. She continued to walk down the hall, scanning for a restroom. She knew there was one around here somewhere. Now if she could just remember where it was....
Yes! A door down the hall, clearly marked with a restroom sign, beckoned invitingly. Ganyu had to stop herself from running down the hall, knowing that doing so would most likely lead to yet another leak. Instead she moved slowly down the hall, carefully maintaining her composure. She reached the door and grasped the handle, and felt a deep sense of relief as she twisted the knob.
But the knob didn't move.
"Occupied!" came a woman's shout from behind the locked door. Groaning, Ganyu shoved her hands back between her legs. She hobbled to the other side of the hallway and pressed her back against the wall. She thought she recognized the voice of the person inside, but couldn't remember who it belonged too. Of course, that didn't matter as much as if she would be done soon or not.
Ganyu waited against the wall, breathing hard, for what felt like an eternity. She was sweating, and could feel her control slipping every second she waited. Yet the door didn't budge. Ganyu knocked again, but the response was the same. No further detail was given beyond the fact that there was someone in the bathroom . Ganyu moved back to her spot, legs bouncing up and down in a desperate attempt to contain the liquid within her body. But as time continued to drag on, it seemed less and less likely that Ganyu would be able to hold it.
About ten minutes later, Ganyu was dancing back and forth, a permeant grimace etched on her face. She danced in a small circle, shifting her legs back and forth. She was employing every strategy she could think of to try to keep her pants dry. But alas, her efforts were futile. After the long hours at a desk, Ganyu's bladder was finally exhausted. Ganyu felt her control slipping and redoubled her efforts, but it was no use. A few seconds later, her bladder spasmed one more final time before it completely let go.
Urine rushed out of Ganyu like a flood. Her hands felt the golden liquid rush down her legs, as separate streams fell from her crotch directly to the floor. The fabric of her black bodysuit did nothing to contain the stream, and a massive puddle began to form on the ground. It continued to spread from between her feet until it almost reached the other side of the hall. Ganyu stood frozen, hands between legs, as the pee continued to pour out of her at an alarming rate. Eventually, the stream tapered off, but there could be no doubt about what had occurred. The legs and rear of Ganyu's black bodysuit were completely soaked, and obvious trails of saturated material clearly marked the path her piss had taken to reach the ground. Just as Ganyu was assessing the situation, she heard a toilet flush in the bathroom. She panicked, knowing that she couldn't let anyone see her in this state. Quickly she ran down the hall, turning the corner just as she heard the door open behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief. There was no doubt that whoever was inside the bathroom would figure out someone had wet themselves, the puddle was a dead give away, but hopefully they wouldn't know who. Breathing a deep sigh of both relief and disappointment, Ganyu walked quickly toward her office to gather her possessions, reminding herself not to be so forgetful in the future. |
The Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was expected to be a grave individual, who considered business the top priority. They probably were a serious person, saddened by their proximity to death everyday. They probably stood hunched and weary, elderly, and with a stern disposition. At least thats what people expected. In reality, the Director is a short girl with dark brown hair who is renowned across Liyue not as a respectful, somber individual, but as an eccentric prankster with a wicked sense of humor. Hu Tao is the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Parlor, and although her whimsical attitude towards life might be off-putting, she does consider her work a very serious matter. Just not today.
Hu Tao wandered the streets of Liyue Harbor in search of any unsuspecting passerby that would fall victim to her newest prank. And boy was it a good one! Hu Tao chuckled to herself just thinking about it. The prank was simple, yet effective. It involved waiting patiently behind a corner next to a proper produce vendor's shop. Then, when Hu Tao saw somebody walk by after making a purchase, she would pull a thin string across a narrow alley, tripping the unsuspecting target. Hu Tao would then scamper away, unseen, mischief completed. It's brilliant Hu Tao thought.
She turned a corner, pushing through the throngs of people crowding the streets of the harbor. She was briefly able to slip away from the crowds and, under the guise of tying her shoe, attached on end of the strong, thin string to a doorstop the other side of the ally. Hu Tao then quickly made her way to the other side of the narrow passage way and crouched down behind a corner that she had scouted out the previous day. She checked the wire. It lay flat against the cobbled path, almost invisible unless you knew what to look for. Hu Tao smiled in satisfaction. Step one complete. Now all she needed to do was wait for an opportunity to spring the trap.
And wait she did. Hu Tao was regularly disappointed by the many customers that chose an alternate route to the one that Hu Tao had employed for her practical joke. As she sat there, waiting for her chance, Hu Tao began to grow restless. She shifted her position in the corner, trying to avoid the sharp edges of the building behind her from digging into her back. Sores were beginning to grow on her legs from being cramped in the same position for too long, and her foot was falling asleep. At least no one could say that she wasn't dedicated.
In addition to these external discomforts, a more internal problem was beginning to make itself known. Hu Tao felt her balder fill up as she sat there, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. She started to fidget as her ned grew. She was growing frustrated at the lack of success her trap was showing. The fatal flaw was of course, that the prank wouldn't work if nobody decided to walk down the small, cramped alley when they could just walk along the main road. Hu Tao was beginning to lose hope. She shifted her legs again in order to ease the pressure on her back and in her bladder alike. She would need to find a bathroom soon, and there was always tomorrow. Mind made, she began to rise with the intention of abandoning the plan.
Just then she heard footsteps approach. Hu Tao quickly ducked down behind her corner, not daring to hope. She still wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real even as the man, for it was a man, walked down the alley, admiring the peaches he had just purchased. Hu Tao grinned with excitement. She poked her head around the corner, happy to see that the man was still absorbed in examining his recent purchases. Hu Tao waited, breathless, hand gripping the string as tight as possible. She waited for the right moment to pull. Hu Tao had been anticipating this fr too long to mess it up now. Then, finally, the man was in the right spot. Just as his foot was about to step on the wire, Hu Tao pulled. The wire sprang off the ground, catching the man's outstretched foot.
He had just enough time to let out a surprised shout before he pitched forward. The man fell onto the ground, hands in front of his face. The bag he was carrying split open, sending peaches, mangos, and other varieties of tropical fruits careening into the air. The man's glasses slipped off his face and clattered to the ground upon impact. Groggily he raised his head, fumbling around on the ground to find them.
Hu Tao had been watching these proceedings in joyous rapture until that point. At the sight of the man's bewildered face, she collapsed into a fit of hysterics. Hu Tao bent over her knees as wave upon waves of laughter shook her body. She had the fleeting though to be thankful for the hustle and bustle of the city, else the man would have surly hear her laughter. As soon as Hu Tao was about to regain control of her emotions, she caught site again of the man's confused expression still searching for his spectacles, prompting another burst of laughter. Hu Tao was laughing so hard, she had tears in her eyes. They ran down her cheeks, as the joyous peels continued to sound. But as Hu Tao continued to laugh, she realized that she had a very serious issue to worry about. The pressure in her abdomen had been steadily building, and now with the loss of control that came her her merriment, it was about to release. Hu Tao tried to stop laughing in order to preserve the cleanliness of her clothes, but it was no use. Every time she thought she had contained herself, thoughts of the man's face sent her back to the ground in hysterics.
Hu Tao shoved her hands between her legs in one final attempt to hold on, but her body was not to be denied. She began to wet herself, making sure tears were not the only liquid to exit her body due to laughter. A stream quickly ran down her legs, pouring into her black shorts. A puddle started to form around Hu tao's form still hunched over from laughter. The warm wetness soaked her butt and thighs, as it clung to the fabric of her shorts. A loud hisss joined her laughter, creating a medley of sound. Once again Hu Tao was thankful for the privacy her corner afforded her. There would be no way to hide the accident if she had been standing in the road. The streaks of pee still pouring off of her proved that. And all throughout, Hu Tao just continued to laugh.
Eventually she tired herself out. She sat, breathless, chest still heaving in a large puddle of pee. Yet somehow, she didn't care. The thrill of the prank overshadowed and embarrassment or shame that might have come with pissing herself. She watched as the man moved off through the alley, glasses positioned crookedly on his nose, bag of groceries in his hands. Through a large tear in the bag, Hu Tao could see several bruises on the fruits inside. She almost felt bad before remembering the man's face again. She chuckled once more before quietly slipping back into the crowded main road. Her black shorts did nicely to hide all signs of her accident. Hu Tao let the smile on her face grow as she headed back to the parlor. It had truly been an eventful day. |
I wrote a new story last night. Originally I was going to write this story about women trying to pee on a campfire to put things out, but I thought I could write a longer story and I think I made the right decision going with this one. This was a story that I thought of several months ago and have been meaning to write for a long time, and it probably gives away the fact that in my day job outside of this fetish world, I primarily write science fiction. In fact this would be a good story to include in a collection of stories about robots I was planning to publish under my own name, except for the fact it is very explicitly a female desperation fetish story, so I guess I will just have to keep it here under my pseudonym for those things. Anyway I hope you enjoy, as it concerns a woman meeting her robot friend in a city full of robots which has a severe lack of human bathrooms seeing as robots don't go to the bathroom! And yes that is something that as a science fiction novelist and a pee fetishist I have thought about a lot, about how human relations would be impacted with robots over the fact the robots wouldn't have to use the bathroom the way humans would! Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/5488.html
Being a Robot Means Never Having to Go to the Bathroom
Jill was eager to visit her friend Kate in her home city but she had to admit she was somewhat apprehensive. The reason that Jill was apprehensive was that Kate was a robot and she lived in a city that was predominantly inhabited by robots. Jill didn't have any fear or prejudice towards robots, but she was wondering how well she would fit in and whether she would be able to navigate a city where the majority of the population were nonhuman.
Jill had spent time with Kate in her hometown all the time, but her hometown was mostly a human town. Sure there were robots all over the place, but Kate lived in a community that was specifically founded for robots, a city specifically designed for robots with the needs of robots in mind, not humans. She had to admit that last part was somewhat intimidating but she thought that it would be interesting to see what a city built by robots and run by robots was like. She had read a lot of stuff about robots society and culture but she had never been into a robot city in person before so she knew it would be an interesting cultural experience for her to write about in her journal later.
When Jill got to the train station she made sure to use the bathroom before getting on the train like she always does. She always knew that it was hard to find a bathroom in the city sometimes when you really needed one, and that was in a human city, but she had never been to a robot city before. But she knew that human beings visited the robot city all the time so they must have to make accommodations for humans.
As Jill rode the train she realized that the majority of the people on the train were humans but as they approached the city the majority of the people who remained on the train seemed to be robots. Jill felt a little bit awkward being one of the few human beings who seemed to be remaining on the train when they finally arrived at their destination.
When Jill got off the train she noticed that she really needed to use the bathroom. It was a long train ride and she unfortunately was stupid enough to drink a large amount of juice on the train ride over. However she didn't want to seem like she was weak by immediately asking for a bathroom. Although Jill realized it was a normal biological function of humans, one of the things that she envied about robots was that they never had to deal with going to the bathroom. And she always secretly felt every time she used a bathroom that maybe Kate was thinking of her as an inferior form of life because she was bound to her biological urges like that.
"Oh, hi Jill," Kate said as she ran over to the train station. Kate was an advanced android so she was indistinguishable from a human other than the fact that her eyes had a robotic gleam to them. In fact the majority of robots were androids, replicated to look more like humans to put humans at ease, although a couple of robots would make a political stand by trying to make themselves look as least human as possible. Kate however was mostly pretty human looking and you wouldn't know she was a robot simply by looking at her if not for the fact that she lived in a robot city. She easily passed for human.
"Kate it's good to see you," Jill said as she hugged Kate. "It will be interesting to see the city where you live. I have to admit I have never been to a city where the majority of the population are robots before. It will certainly be interesting to see what it is like."
"Is everything okay Jill, it looks like your mind is somewhat elsewhere," Kate said noticing that Jill was looking around.
Jill didn't want to admit that she was looking around to see if a bathroom was available, so she simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just taking in all the new sights and sounds."
What Jill would really like to be taking in the was a trip to the bathroom. However as she looked around the train station she didn't see any evidence of a bathroom for humans, or any bathroom for that matter. She figured that there had to be bathrooms for humans somewhere, even in a robot city, so she just felt confident and took it in stride that hopefully soon they would find a human bathroom.
"Where do you want to go first?" Kate asked smiling.
Jill wanted to shout that she really wanted to go to the bathroom, but she didn't want to seem like an ignorant human who didn't know what the hell she was doing in a robot city. She didn't want to seem unsophisticated in front of her robot friend who wasn't bothered by things such as a full bladder.
"Well I guess you know your way around the city better than I do, so why don't we follow your lead," Jill said.
Kate nodded. "I also have a built-in GPS."
Jill had to admit it must be pretty convenient to be a robot and know where everything is instantaneously just by thinking it. That was one of the reasons why she sometimes felt stupid when she was around robots. By human standard she was above average intelligence, but all human beings were of inferior intelligence to even the most basic of robots, and Kate was far from basic, she was one of the advanced models of artificial intelligence.
"So you know where everything in the city is?" Jill said. She desperately wanted to ask Kate where the nearest bathroom was but she didn't want to seem like a slave to her biological urges, so she figured that she would just keep quiet and hope that maybe she could sneak off to a bathroom when Kate wasn't looking. She always felt embarrassed about having to use the bathroom around robots, it always made her feel like she was an inferior lifeform.
Kate nodded. "A robot never gets lost for a reason, unless something goes wrong with the GPS."
For a moment Jill could have sworn to herself that when Kate said GPS that she lingered on the P part, but she was probably reading too much into the situation and didn't want to sound paranoid, or like the ignorant human friend of a robot looking stupid in a robot city for the first time.
What Jill didn't know is that Kate had a built-in biological scanner so she could tell exactly what was going on in the bodies of biological creatures. She knew perfectly well from secretly scanning Jill and doing a voice stress analysis the Jill's bladder was filling quickly by the moment. However she knew that Jill was too proud to admit that she had to go to the bathroom, and what Jill didn't know is that Kate found it amusing to see Jill in need of a bathroom. Kate would find it very interesting to see how long Jill could stand her full bladder before she finally cracked, broke down and begged to find a bathroom.
For a moment Kate felt like she might be being somewhat evil to her friend, especially seeing as her GPS was telling her that there was a human bathroom right there in the train station, even though it was in an out-of-the-way area. But it would only take them less than five minutes to go to the bathroom so that Jill could relieve herself. But if Jill wasn't going to ask then Kate certainly wasn't going to suggest it herself.
Suddenly Kate had a brilliant but devious idea. "Why don't we go to the museum of robot history so that you can learn a little bit more about the founding of our city, our great city, the first city all for robots."
"Sounds great," Jill said figuring that a tourist attraction, a tourist trap like that, which probably drew lots of outside visitors, human visitors, surely had to have bathrooms available for humans.
They hailed a taxi which was automated and didn't need any driver. Jill thought it was great that all vehicles in the city were automated but as she sat there with her legs crossed in the back of the taxi cab she couldn't help but think about how taxi drivers, human taxi drivers, used to have to go all day without a bathroom break and would often pee in a bottle and then throw it out the window. She had heard stories like that and at the moment that was all she could think about as she felt the pressure in her bladder growing more intense by the second.
Kate of course could tell just from Jill's body language and from the biological scans that she was doing that Jill was going to have to go to the bathroom very badly very soon, in fact she already had to go quite badly, but she knew that Jill was too proud to admit to needing to use the bathroom. Kate had known from previous outings together that Jill was always somewhat embarrassed about admitting her need to go to the bathroom around robots. She knew a lot of humans who were like that, something about having to go to the bathroom made humans feel inferior to robots. It is why robots could do their jobs all day long without even needing a bathroom break or a lunch break or anything else of the kind, even though the robot unions mandated that artificially intelligent robots were entitled to a break every so often even if they didn't need one biologically the way humans did.
As the two of them got out of the taxi cab Kate immediately went into her GPS to try and figure out the best route of getting to the bathroom that would make sure that they wouldn't pass by any human bathrooms in the vicinity. Kate specifically planned out a route that would avoid every possibility of Jill finding a bathroom before they got to the museum.
"What's the matter Jill, you seem to be walking rather slowly," Kate said finding it amusing that she knew that Jill was struggling to hold a very full bladder.
"Hey sometimes humans get tired, we aren't all running on electricity and have legs made of metal," Jill said somewhat embarrassed to admit that she was already feeling exhausted and she knew that Kate would probably never feel tired, simply because she did not have any biological needs the way Jill did, such as her throbbing biological urge to finally get to a bathroom and urinate.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the museum and Kate told Jill that she knew where all the best exhibits were. In Kate's opinion those weren't actually the best exhibits, but she knew that they were the exhibits that would keep Jill furthest away from the human bathrooms, which were located in an out-of-the-way area in the back of the museum.
"And these are robot suffragettes protesting for the right of robot women to vote," Kate said as Jill stood there trying as subtly as possible to cross and uncross her legs. Kate could tell from the stress in Jill's voice that her need to go to the bathroom was getting extreme at that point. "What would you like to see next to Jill? In fact I think I know the perfect exhibit."
Jill wanted to shout that she really really needed to get to a bathroom but she was still hoping that she would manage to find one and be able to relieve herself without Kate noticing.
However as Kate led her to the next exhibit Jill practically was ready to blow a gasket.
"Robot exploration of the oceans," Jill said as they came across all sorts of images of robots going in and out of pools of water.
"One of the advantages that robots had of exploring the ocean was that they could take extreme extreme pressure," the tour guide said.
Kate smiled. "Yes it is definitely true that robots can take a lot of pressure. There are certain amounts of pressure that will kill a human being but they won't even bother a robot in the slightest. Don't you find these interesting differences about how robots are able to deal with a whole lot more pressure?"
At that moment the pressure in Jill's bladder was becoming intolerable, and if she didn't get to a bathroom soon she would scream.
"Yes human beings often snap under pressure, pressure really sucks," Jill said.
Kate nodded. "Yes the pressure just keeps building and building and eventually people can even explode!"
Kate was feeling bad that she was tormenting Jill like this, as she just recently had her conscience upgraded, but at the same time she couldn't deny that it was extremely hilarious seeing just how far Jill would go to avoid looking inferior in the eyes of robot society. She knew that the lack of human bathrooms in the city was truly driving her out of her mind and she was wondering how much longer Jill could take it. Her biological scan of Jill was showing that she wasn't going to last much longer and that she was probably at her bursting point almost.
"Hey Kate do you think maybe I can spend some time by myself for a little while, I will catch up with you in a little bit, I think I just need to get a little bit of air, you know human beings sometimes need to catch a breather," Jill said not wanting to sound like she was stereotyping robots simply because they had no lungs.
Kate nodded. "I think I understand Jill, robots don't have to breathe so sometimes we forget that that's another form of pressure that we don't have to deal with. Pressure can be an incredibly uncomfortable thing."
"Yeah it can, so excuse me a second, I just have something I really want to take care of," Jill said as she started running around looking for the bathroom.
Jill was really starting to wish that she hadn't drank so much juice and that she hadn't foolishly just waited in expectation that she would just happen to come across the bathroom. She underestimated the lack of human facilities that they would have in a robot city but if she didn't get to the bathroom soon she was going to go out of her mind.
Kate of course knew exactly where the bathroom was and she felt like maybe she should tell Jill, but she thought it would be funnier to see Jill break down and admit that she had to go to the bathroom. Finally Kate shrugged her shoulders and decided that she would go to where her internal GPS was telling her the bathrooms were.
"Even in a robot city there's always a line!" Jill said as she approached a long line outside of the ladies room.
The woman in line in front of her nodded. "I've been walking around all day and this is the first bathroom I have found. I mean I get that robots don't have to go to the bathroom, those lucky bastards, but they should realize that human beings have needs and that it's very hard to navigate a city when those strong biological needs cannot be relieved in an efficient manner."
Jill stood in line crossing and uncrossing her legs. She couldn't help but notice that several robots seemed to walk by the line and looked like they were smirking. Sometimes Jill had to admit she had her own biases towards robots, sometimes the very fact that they weren't as biologically limited as human beings made her feel that robots were arrogant, they felt that just because they weren't subject to whims such as a full bladder that they somehow felt that they were better than human beings.
At the same time though Jill couldn't deny that it probably would be better to be a robot. Robot women never had to wait in line for the bathroom, they didn't even have to sleep or eat or do anything. But on the other hand sleeping and eating and of course sexual stuff, well that was something that human beings had the advantage of and that she wouldn't want to get rid of that. Although at the moment she really just wanted to get rid of all of the fluid that had built up in her bladder.
Finally Kate arrived at the bathroom smiling as she saw Jill in line.
"I knew this was where you would be," Kate said as she approached the line.
"Come to make fun of the human because she has to go to the bathroom," Jill said shaking her head. "Because you never have to leak fluids out of your body every couple of hours?"
Jill was ready to explode, not just in her bladder, but she was getting entirely fed up with all of robot society. She didn't want to seem like an ignorant human having a bigoted tirade, but she just couldn't take it anymore.
"God dammit don't you robots ever think of human needs," Jill said. "I realize this is your city and your culture and everything like that, but you know that human beings visit in large numbers, and is it so hard to provide some more bathrooms, do you have to make bathrooms as scarce as human beings? Even if the millions of people in the city are mostly robots, you know that every day thousands of humans come to visit and work in the city, and yet you tried to deny that we have biological needs that you do not."
Jill had to admit that she was feeling mighty high on her soapbox as she saw several of the human women waiting in line nodding and agreeing with her.
All of the sudden Kate frowned. "I'm sorry Jill, I guess I was just jealous of you."
"Wait, what, did you just say you are jealous of me?" Jill said pointing to herself.
Kate nodded. "Yes I am."
Jill thought that maybe all the pee was going to her brain at the moment, but she was genuinely shocked and shook her head. "What on earth does a robot have to envy of a human? You don't get sick, you're going to live basically forever, you don't have to eat or sleep or even relieve yourselves! In what way does being a robot not totally beat being a human in every sense of the word?"
Kate smiled. "Because human beings are fragile, they are vulnerable, they have biological needs and urges which make their lives interesting."
"Interesting," Jill said finding her exploding bladder far from interesting at the moment.
"Jill I'll admit that I knew that you had to go to the bathroom today but I just wanted to see how long you would take before you finally admitted it. But now that I see you in line for that bathroom I am kind of jealous of you. I want to know what it's like to be human, what it's like to have biological needs."
"Look right now I would totally love to trade places with you," Jill said. "Trust me if a robot ever wanted to do my peeing for me and if it were physically possible I would probably say yes to that. I don't mean like a form of urine slavery or anything like that, we know that robots aren't meant to be slaves or anything, it's just, I don't know I'm not even sure, I can't think right now because my bladder is about to burst!"
"Actually there might be a way," Kate said as she took out a small headset. "If you put this headset on your head we can swap consciousness for a while. I will feel what you are feeling and you will feel what I am feeling."
Jill scratched her head as she had never known such a thing was possible. Before she could think about it further she felt yet another spasm in her bladder.
"Okay give me that headset thingy," Jill said as she put the headset on her brain and suddenly felt herself exchanging places with Kate. She was looking through Kate's robotic eyes seeing herself in line for the bathroom. Kate meanwhile was experiencing what it was like to have the sensation of a full bladder.
"Oh my God this is this the most crazy and insane feeling," Kate said involuntarily crossing her legs despite the fact that she was a robot and didn't actually have any biological fluids to release. But she was experiencing what Jill was experiencing and she could see how it was driving Jill crazy at the moment. "Kate wants to urinate!"
Jill watched things through Kate's eyes to suddenly realize the appeal of what it must be like to be a robot and to watch these biological entities known as humans squirming around just because they have a little bit of fluid, well maybe not a little bit, a real lot of fluid, swishing about inside of their bodies. She could see that Kate was genuinely interested in what it was like to have a sensation of needing to urinate and now she was finally getting to experience that.
As Jill finally got into the bathroom, pulled down her pants and finally relieved herself, robot Kate standing outside of the bathroom had a big smile across her face as she experienced by proxy through mind linking to Jill what it felt like to be able to relieve oneself while bursting.
When Jill finally came out of the bathroom she took the headset off and they were both back perceiving things from their normal states of consciousness.
"Wow, you know until I have seen it through the eyes of a robot I have to admit that it is kind of interesting to watch a creature do some type of function that you have never experienced before and see it drive them crazy," Jill said.
Kate smiled. "And I quite enjoyed the sensation of urination. Now I can understand why human beings seemingly behave in an irrational and illogical ways just because they have an excessive amount of fluid between their legs."
"Well that's an interesting logic there Spock. Now you can kind of understand why I was going crazy all day long."
Kate nodded. "Yes, you are right, even though this is a city designed for robots we have to take into account the fact that humans live here too and visit and work here every day. I think that I will petition the city to have more bathrooms built for humans, it is the most logical course of action to take. We can't exactly expect human beings to behave in a logical and rational manner when they are constantly at the mercy of the fluids inside of themselves."
Jill hugged Kate. "And if that's your way of saying sorry then I accept your apology."
As the day came to an end and Kate escorted Jill back to the train station she made sure to help Jill go to find the bathroom and relieve herself, but making the strange request that she wanted to experience it by proxy again.
"So was this robot city everything that you expected it was," Kate said as Jill prepared to board the train.
"Other than the lack of bathrooms, no actually I was kind of expecting that, in fact I should have been," Jill said as they both laughed.
"Jill do you think I can ask you something?"
"What's that?"
"Well today you helped me experience the joy of urinating after releasing a full bladder, do think that maybe next time you are here you can show me what it's like to experience the sensation of being urinated upon?"
Jill laughed as she could see that Kate was more human in her desires than she had ever thought possible.
She put her arm around Kate and smiled. "That all depends on how much I drink!"
The two of them had a good laugh as Kate waved goodbye to Jill who got on the train to return to home sweet home. It may not have been perfect or as logical and efficient as a robot city, but at least she knew that there would always be plenty of bathrooms! |
Maybe Gordon should have brought a car, instead of taking a taxi to the fancy restaurant they had both wanted to try that night. Maybe, but then again his hand in Rue’s it was hard to stop smiling, the night air cool and calm as it brushed them. Their coats ruffling softly in the warm breeze. A date night just for them after a rough week, he couldn’t be happier standing next to the woman he loves.
“Warm enough?” The soft voice of his girlfriend knocked him out of his thoughts, with a squeeze of her hand he smiled at her too, their fingers intertwining. Though he glanced behind them before returning his eyes to her, they had just turned off onto a more...empty road. Gordon’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his chest tightened a fraction.
“With you here? Of course I am, baby.” It helped to calm him that such a corny, cheesy joke made the shorter woman giggle, though he couldn’t help but think maybe he heard footsteps? No...no, he had forgotten his anxiety meds today that’s all it was, he trusted Rue and she didn’t look concerned. Why would someone follow them down the street, though...they were coming up on the bad side of town, his hand coming up to scratch his face feeling like eyes were burning into the back of his head, that would be impossible, though he had to fight the urge to check behind him again.
“You’re a dork! I...Gordon are you alright?” Rue’s tone had changed from a gentle joking sound, to concern, a shift that Gordon himself didn’t ignore, nodding, his nails running over his own jawline. His dark eyes meeting her light ones with a smile in them.
“Y-Yes sorry babe, I just...thought I heard something, no big deal...Just on edge.” His words trailed off, a brush on his arm as Rue smiled at him, trying to calm him with a touch.
Rue herself was a shorter woman, long dark hair held back by a ponytail, her face was a soft pale, her eyes a dark brown with flecks of gold, a part of her he loved to look at. Her coat was dark, a peacoat over a short white dress, her shoes clicking on the cement as she held his hand, fingers intertwined with his, thumb rubbing over his knuckles. Rue’s makeup was gorgeous, and for the fourth time that night, Gordon wondered how exactly he had gotten such a beautiful woman to be with him.
Gordon towered over her, though lanky and a bit of a beanpole. His hair was brown, fluffy and curly, a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He was also pale, though he was simply white instead of asian like the woman beside him. Gordon was in a blue button up covered in a pattern of white dots, a black vest with a white tie an outfit he was rather proud of. Lighter pants that were a bit tight, but when a hand brushed his ass, he figured with a soft flush rushing to his cheeks, Rue didn’t mind...his mind drifting to what might happen when they get back to the apartment, she did seem in the mood.
Gordon’s horny thoughts were shattered, unable to hear her words much less understand them as he heard what sounded like footsteps again...He turned around, did he just see a shadow, rushing into the alleyway, just a couple dozen feet behind them? Gordon’s hand tensed, squeezing Rue’s, the woman’s words dying in her throat as Gordon’s pace picked up. His arm went back around her, pulling her into his side, as if scared any minute she’d be snatched away.
“G-Gordon? What’s going on? Are you alright?” Her voice was quiet, though as she was brought closer, she paused, though her gait never slowed, he was shaking. Gordon was shaking against her, was it all in his head, anxiety amplified by his unmedicated state?
Rue’s hand moved to his side, grabbing the shirt squeezing the fabric in her fingers as she waited for his response that never came, the sound of their shoes clicking on the concrete. Then she heard it, the sound of footsteps getting ever closer, but no matter how many times she or her partner looked behind them they didn’t see anyone, no one coming at them, making her swallow hard, fear gathered in her chest. Though it was clear it affected Gordon much more.
“Gordon! Gordon it’s okay! We’re both just tired, a little worn out from today...Let’s calm down alright, why would someone go after two people, they’d be outnumbered baby.” Her words were gentle, softly pulling away to take his hand, comforting him as he grimaced, anxiety feeling like it was bubbling in his chest, burning a path down his torso to make even walking uncomfortable.
“I...it...” Gordon was surprised at how difficult it was to actually get the words out of his mouth, his hair flopping into his eyes, he took his hands away, covering his face and looking to the ground. Deep even breaths filled his lungs as he tried to push away the burning fear, feeling his own palms, his own fingers trembling against his skin.
“I’m alright I...just, maybe next time I’ll just drive us...” A nervous laugh fell from his lips as he tried to calm down, though the heat gathering in his belly, feeling like the world’s worst stomach ache wasn't going away by any means. Letting his hands fall from his face he paused, his eyes going wide, and the breath he was trying so hard to get under control went wild.
Sitting there on the concrete was her little purse on its gold chain, laying there, she was gone, his head whipped around, wildly trying to figure out where she could have gone until he heard the sound of laughter and struggling down the dark alleyway in front of him.
“Oh god, oh g-god Rue?! Rue?!”
Not a second was wasted, rushing into the alley way he couldn’t think of anything besides her, though he was scared the idea of abandoning his girlfriend never crossed his mind, despite the tension all over him, the heat in his belly, gathering down only getting worse, his heart hammering in his chest. Every breath felt like it was fueling a fire in him, though one of fear, the smoke itself forming into nightmares of her already gone, bleeding out on the concrete.
“One more move and this sweet lil’ thing is going to be out one little scrawny...nerd.” Gordon froze, hearing the click of metal against metal, Gordon was faced with the barrel of a gun, his breath catching, he froze in place like a deer caught in headlights, his knees pressing together, his hands shaking he looked past the gun at the woman holding it. Rue was behind her, eyes wide, fearful, clearly she was just a piece of bait to keep him from running, or calling the cops.
She was taller than Rue, though shorter than Gordon, her hair was ginger, and loose, a little messy, green eyes and freckles with a shit eating smirk on her face, white teeth and confident squared shoulders...She wasn’t afraid of either of them, clearly not thinking Rue a threat her back to her, arm straight as the silver gun was pointed right between Gordon’s eyes.
“Hands on the wall pretty boy, and any funny moves and I get to pick which one gets a brand new hole put into them...” Her voice was accented, Irish or Scottish he had a hard time telling, shaking so bad he could barely shuffle his feet forward, flinching hard when she moved the gun.
“NOW! Cute as the two of you are, I don’t have time for bullshit, hands on the wall!”
“Wait please! Let her go, she won’t say an-an….anything.” Gordon felt tears blurring his eyes, the shakes of his hands, his body felt overpowered by it’s own urges. The burning in his stomach only clawed lower, and a hand despite his own commands went to his stomach through his shirt, clutching at the fabric. A soft whimper leaving him as he realized his stutter, the one he worked so hard to get over was coming back, Rue’s eyes on him as she realized how close he was to having an anxiety attack.
Gordon didn’t know what to do, the gun pointed at him, his shoes stumbled, tripping him, his hands hitting the brick wall of the alley with a painful scrap, skinning the heel of his palms, smears of his blood on the porous brick. He dug his fingers in between each brick, his knees pressed together he felt his lungs close up, tears blurring his vision even more than the fear did.
He was panting, close to a panic attack, his knees forced together, it felt like he was going to explode, the liquid leaking down his cheeks clearing his vision, the tears hitting the ground below him like a punctuation to the fearful pants.
He didn’t understand it, the powerful burning in his lower abdomen, pressure on his bladder, on his well...everything, he only tensed as he felt the gun press into his spine, breath catching he didn’t dare look at the woman in control of the situation...In control of him.
“Got ourselves a little piss boy do we? A little pussy?” The Thief’s hands moved to slide up his side, feeling his coat pocket, he tensed, his knees trembling from the tightness of his muscles, his fingernails hurting from just how hard he was digging them into the wall. With a glance to Rue, who was stock still, she wasn’t shaking, she...she wasn’t crying, she was just watching...Shame washed over him like a blanket, making his stomach twist, painfully aware of how tight his jaw was, how wide his eyes were.
“Gordon! It’s okay….she’ll just take what she wants, she won’t hurt us if we just...listen, it’s okay, it’s okay baby...” Gordon sniffed, a pitiful sound when his girlfriend was so much more calm than he was. He was the one fighting the urge to...to...piss himself, his body telling him it helped...it would make him feel so much better, but he shook his head, fighting it as he turned away, a soft sob shaking his body, the fear was too much for him...He was pitiful.
“Got yourself a smartie now didn’t you? Listen to your girlie, I wouldn’t want to have to spill some blood, crybaby.” The woman, the thief, was teasing him. She found it funny that he was barely alright while Rue was fine, not even stuttering as she spoke.
Pressing his forehead into the wall in front of him, the thief slipped her hands into his pockets, feeling around for a phone or a wallet, she took out both, tucking it away in her coat with a soft laugh, feeling the trembling shaking of the man in front of her. A chuckle brushed his ears as the gun dug into his back, making him tense, stand up[ straight, a breath sucked in as he cried out softly, a voice crack maring the soft noise like he was a scared teen, getting caught washing their wet sheets.
“Aweee, what a knight in shining armor, your girlfriend is more man than you are.”
Despite the tension in his thighs, his legs, the trembling of his knees, he couldn’t force his body to go stop once it started. The gun was shoved against his spine again, maybe it was because he tensed, or maybe the thief just liked to see him squirm. A sob fell from his lips, followed by tears, the boiling shame in his lungs was nothing like the heat and pressure on his lower half, it promised comfort, a way to escape the fear, though he seriously doubted it.
A gush of warmth leaked down his thigh, what felt like lava rolled over the crotch of his pants, soaking the denim a darker color. With a whimper, he bit his lip, clasping his thighs together to try and stop it, though it was far too late now. The pitters of his piss hit the concrete, a stark contrast to the hushed hurried conversation between the three of them only a handful of minutes ago. His breath was like a cloud in front of him, hitting the cold air as the curls of his brown hair shook. Squeezing his eyes shut, tears slipped down his face, a hand clasping to his mouth as he heard Rue gasp.
“G-Gordon you...on yourself...you...” Her words were cut off by the thief’s laughter, pushing the gun between the back of his pants and his coat, she lifted it, exposing his accident to his girlfriend, the cool air making his shiver but no...his body wasn’t done yet.
“You’re dating a pussy who can’t even keep his shit together?! He’s crying for fucks sake! A little fucking pussy can’t even handle having a gun pointed at him, get a real man, instead of a god damn child.” Gordon hated this, it felt like something straight out of a nightmare! Shame, embarrassment, all of it was burning color on his pale cheeks as he tried not to let this get any worse.
Then he felt his pants tighten, eyes flaring open wide, he knew what was happening, and wished to god he could stop it, the smell alone alerting both women...There was no way they wouldn’t know he was...messing himself, messing his own pants in front of them. It pushed against his brief, lumping against his cheeks, making a mess as it had nowhere to go but against him. No doubt smearing on his pale skin, he was disgusted, embarrassed by himself, the two girls were silent...silent as they stared at the man who just pissed all over himself...then even went so far as to literally mess...himself.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!” The thief was done making fun of him, he could barely see the disgusted look on her face through the veil of tears. His knees felt weak, his body freezing now that his mess, his...puddle were cooling in the night time air.
The ginger woman who held his wallet and phone in her coat stepped back, then he saw stars, pain erupting from his temple, and somewhere in the back of his mind he realized he was hearing Rue scream. More warm liquid gushed from him, re-soaking his pants, as blood dripped from the cut on his temple, dazed and confused, he realized he was sitting on the ground. His mess was staining the fabric of his pants, the pee puddle soaking into more and more of his pant legs, and he trembled unable to help it, he was so scared...The gun was between his eyes, pressing his head back into the alley wall, though all he could focus on was the shining metal.
“Stop don’t-!” Rue’s voice, she had taken a step forward, wanting to protect him, but the gun was taken away from him and pointed at her, the thief said something, but his vision was fading, it was all a blur...The last thing he remembered was seeing Rue have her pockets searched, her hands up at her sides, she was watching him though, not even scared of the thief jabbing her with the gun…
The last thing he felt was searing guilt, shame...He should have been the one trying to protect her!
That was the night before, now...He didn’t know what to do himself, he couldn’t even meet Rue’s eyes after all of that, after she had seen him act like a little kid having a panic attack, how his body had tried to comfort him in the most...childish way imaginable. It was early morning, their shared apartment was quiet, too quiet...He hadn’t slept, neither had Rue, the two of them having spent the night cancelling cards and calling in the report.
Gordon had showered, a towel hanging around his shoulders, wet hair clinging to his skin, bags under his eyes betraying the fact that he hadn’t even tried to sleep the night before. He wore basic black pajama pants, a white shirt with long-faded words, the clothes he had...ruined were double bagged and in the trash, his eyes glancing to it for half a second, too ashamed to look at it for any longer than that.
“Baby?” Gordon started, his eyes flicking up to meet Rue’s, she had two mugs of coffee in her hand, moving to offer him one, she sat beside him on the couch, again he couldn’t meet her eyes. Rue moved a hand to touch his arm, her thumb rubbing soft comforting circles onto his skin, the comforting touch seemed to help a little, the man leaning into it with a sigh.
“You’re being too hard on yourself...You were already nervous, and having a gun pointed at you...that’s not something you just deal with sweetheart, you didn’t get hurt that’s what matters.” Gordon recognized the soft gentle tone she was using, she meant what she said but, the mortification of what she had seen? He couldn’t get it out of his mind.
“I...I’m supposed to be, a-a-an adult R...Rue.” He paused, biting his lip and looking down at his lap, feeling her hand stroke his wet hair, he didn’t push her away, ashamed of his stutter coming back, ashamed of himself as a person.
“I’m su...su...supposed to be a man, I couldn’t e-even...I couldn’t...” Rue moved to lean into his side, her soft arm around him, he gently shrugged her off, glancing at her before looking away, moving to towel his hair in silence.
Rue let the silence stretch on, he was upset, how could she comfort him over what happened? His body betraying him the way that it had? His cheeks were growing pink the more she watched him, looking away she barely caught the flash of his hand moving up to his face brushing a finger underneath his eye.
Rue stood, taking his hand to her mouth she gave his knuckles a soft kiss, letting his hand fall back into his lap as she moved off into the bathroom, a part of her knew that the only way to make him feel better was...to show him that he wasn’t a failure, wasn’t...someone who couldn’t control his body.
With a little slip out of the bottle, the laxative rolled into her hand, turning it over in her hand, a flush of pink rushed to her cheek, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to take this medicine? Then she thought of Gordon...crying in the front room, silently, the embarrassment on his face? She bit her lip, and moved to grab another pill, a muscle relaxer, one that would help with the other half of, what...happened to her poor boyfriend. Rue ran the sink, and within seconds the pills were down and she didn’t...feel anything yet but she knew that would change, hands on either side of the sink she looked into the mirror, running a finger under the bags she had under her eyes, leaving the bathroom with a soft click of the door.
Gordon glanced up, seeing Rue enter, he raised a brow, eyes glancing down to the hand over her lower half, concerned knitting his brows as he used the towel to brush away the wetness on his own cheeks.
“Babe? W-What’s wro...wrong sweetheart?” Gordon moved to stand, giving her a half smile, which she tried to return, before her other hand covered her mouth, wincing slightly as her body grumbled, pressure building in her lower half as she whimpered...It wasn’t painful but it was so quick, was this how he felt, scared, on display?
“I-I Gordon...” Her eyes widened, surprised at her own voice, shaking her hands trembling, she winced, whimpering again as she trailed off. Her stomach gurgled, loudly between them, her eyes glancing up to meet his, Gordon’s eyes going wide, putting a hand over his mouth as he watched, her cheeks erupting into pink. Rue couldn’t help it, she leaned forward, her knees pressing together, she began trembling unable to control her body, glancing up at Gordon who couldn’t choose between second-hand embarrassment, or confusion.
“W-What are you doing?! Rue you...you don’t have to do this I do...do...don’t.” His stutter was acting up, he trailed off, sweat dotting his brow as Rue shook her head as Gordon came close. Reaching a hand out she gripped his sleeve, flushing, her eyes squeezing closed as she pressed her face into his sleeve. With a soft shake of her head, Gordon paused feeling the warm wetness of tears brushing his sleeve.
“R-Rue?” Without a second thought his arms went around her, she wasn’t faking it, she was pressing her face into his arm and crying softly, embarrassed about what she had done.
The pressure was building up more and more, her lower half felt like it was burning, building up too much pressure, a burning pressure promising relief from the medicine pushing her body to its limits. Rue trembled suddenly, not so sure about this plan anymore as she felt Gordon’s warm hand in her hair, tracing the locks of her hair down her back. Trying to comfort her as she did exactly as he did in the alley way, her body was giving out on her, she didn’t have much time.
“I...just wanted to try and show you it didn’t matter but I...can’t stop it...Gordon...” The more she spoke the more her voice went to a soft whisper, it took all her effort to try and stop it, her knees shaking to the point they almost gave out. Gordon’s arm was the only thing that kept her from hitting the floor. She tried to speak again, but it was too late, the body she could always trust was giving out on her, this was it, she was done for, even if she wanted to back out now she couldn’t.
Warmth began to leak down her legs, the shorts she was wearing, so tight-fitting, light grey in color, started to darken between her cheeks unable to take the strain of the sudden rush of...liquid mess. The smell hit them both as suddenly as she lost control, with a cracked sob she jerked away from him, planning to run away, to hide from him, but it was too late, her body betrayed her. Now she knew the embarrassment he had felt in that alley way, freezing cold and covered in his mess...though it was her this time, her shorts were ruined…
It wasn’t long before the warmth gushed down her front, her shorts darkening, a spurt of liquid coming from the front, a golden yellow stream dripping over the pale skin, soaking her socks and the carpet. Her mess mixed with her puddle, her toes pointing to each other as she gripped the hem of her shirt, her knees trembling as she pressed them together. Rivers of her embarrassment dripped off her knees as tears dripped down her cheeks, the warm rough hand of her boyfriend touched her cheek, through blurry teary eyes she saw his soft smile, feeling his warm kiss on her forehead.
“Shh it’s okay baby, you didn’t have to for me...Let’s get you cleaned up...Shhh.” Gordon brought her close, her body trembling underneath his arms as the carpet got ruined underneath her, Rue gripping the front of his shirt, her trembling against him. She softly cried, nuzzling into his arm, feeling his face pressing into the top of her head, it felt so good to be comforted, she never wanted him to go through this again but he seemed better...Their bodies couldn’t handle the stress of that night with the Thief.
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This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... a continuation the "Classics" series where I go back ~20 years or so and repost some of the "classics" from sites no longer with us, such as Thomas' Water Resources, etc... The stories are 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.
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This week's choice reading is brought to us thanks to Jay-Gee. Another story of the same two sisters - and Patience's new boyfriend. Use the link above to find parts 1, 2 & 3 if you missed them. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site.
Patience and Prudence: My New Boyfriend (4 of 5)
by Jay-Gee
editing and formatting by MrMakeHerWait
Note: This story contains Female Desperation and Accidental Wetting and Humiliation.
I've had quite a few boyfriends, but nothing very serious. With Paul I knew from the beginning it would be different. He was good-looking, intelligent, had similar interests to mine, but above all he was kind, thoughtful, considerate. I really felt this as going to be something special.
I like to take things slowly, and our first two dates ended with no more than a chaste kiss. On the third date we went to a movie, and then to the pub. Half way through our second pints he suggested, rather shyly, that I might like to come home with him. Although I tried not to show too much enthusiasm, I accepted straightaway - indeed, I should have been very disappointed if he hadn't asked.
We finished our drinks, and Paul excused himself and went to the lavatory. When he came back he seemed slightly surprised to see me still sitting there, but nothing was said, and we walked to the tube station. The journey took a bit longer than I had expected, and by the time we emerged from the tube I was desperate - really desperate.
I turned to Paul and asked if it was far to his flat. "About ten minutes walk," he replied. "Why, are you felling tired, Peach?" (Prue and everyone else call me Paish as short for Patience, but Paul had already decided that Peach sounded more affectionate)
"No," I said, "But I'm absolutely bursting for the toilet."
Paul looked genuinely worried. He glanced at his watch. "I don't think there'll be anywhere open at this time," he said. "Can you hang on?"
"I suppose I'll have to," I said, gritting my teeth. And I did, though I had to stop a couple of times to do a little dance of sheer bloody agony.
At last, at last, after what seemed very much more than ten minutes, we got to Paul's flat. I stood behind him, swaying from foot to foot as he opened the door. As soon as we entered the flat he pointed to the bathroom door. I almost leapt to it, only to find to my dismay that it was locked.
Paul led me into his sitting room, saying very apologetically: "Sally must be in the bathroom - I don't suppose she'll be long." (Sally and Richard were the couple he shared the flat with; Richard was away for a few days at present.)
"Would you like some coffee?" he asked.
"Well, er, yes, " I replied, "but I'm not going to drink it till I've, er, been...."
"Of course not," he smiled, and went off to the kitchen.
While Paul was out of the room I was able to plunge both hands hard into my crotch. That made things a little better, though I have to say, not very much. Frantically I tried to take my mind off my bladder by looking round at Paul's pictures and books, and trying to work out what they told me about him as a person. But at the same time I was straining my ears for any sound that would indicate that Sally was exiting the bathroom. No such luck!
Eventually Paul came back with the coffee. I removed my hands from my crotch as he entered, but I was opening and shutting my legs like a loose pair of scissors, and he was in no doubt that I was in a very bad way. Immediately he said: "I'll go and hurry Sally up."
I followed close behind him, hoping to dart into the bathroom at the first opportunity. So when he tapped on the door and asked if Sally was going to be long, I was appalled to hear her angry voice shouting: "Sod off! I've had a really rotten day at work, and I'm trying to relax in the bath. Go and pee in the bloody garden!"
We went back into Paul's room, but I couldn't sit down - I was dancing from foot to foot.. Paul looked very embarrassed and said: "I'm really sorry about that. I expect she'll only be a few more minutes."
"Is there a garden?" I asked.
He looked astonished and said: "Well, yes, but...."
"It's that or your carpet," I said. In making my inventory of the room I had already noticed that the carpet seemed rather expensive.
Still looking very embarrassed he quickly led me to the back door and pointed to the garden. I went out, and he discreetly shut the door. Rapidly I checked that I was not visible from any of the surrounding windows, and then I pulled down my jeans and underwear, and squatted down to water the garden.
It was sheer, inexpressible bliss. As the pain ebbed away a wave of delight flooded through my body. On and on it flooded, till I thought it was never going to stop. And it also made me feel very lustful - I was really looking forward to sex now.
I tapped on the door, and Paul, still looking embarrassed, but now I think also a little excited, let me in. We drank our coffee and chatted a little, then went to bed. I had been a bit worried that since Paul was so perfect in every other respect, he might be a bit of a disappointment in sexual terms. I needn't have worried.
Some time later - it was still pitch dark - I awoke with a raging desire to pee. That is very unusual for me - I hardly ever get up during the night, just wake up absolutely exploding when morning comes. But it was quite clear that I was not going to get back to sleep till I had relieved myself. Paul seemed to be sleeping soundly, so I crept out of bed very quietly and slipped across to the bathroom, where I did my second really long gusher of the evening.
I slid back into bed, hoping not to disturb Paul, but he was awake and reached out to me. "Are you all right, Peach?" he asked, with a note of genuine concern in his voice.
"I'm fine - now," I said, "I've just pissed about half a gallon." I don't know whether it was the vulgar language or the reference to my capacity that aroused him, but I could feel his erection swelling beneath my touch. Within moments we were making love again, and this time it was even better than the first time.
Luckily it was Saturday morning, and we could sleep late. After breakfast Paul introduced me to Sally, who seemed really nice. I apologized to her for having disturbed her when she was in the bath. Her face almost collapsed with shock and embarrassment, and she asked: "Oh, was that you who wanted to come in? I assumed it was Paul." She gave me a hug and said: "Listen, Peach, if you're ever desperate again, just call out to me, and I'll let you in. We're all sisters, after all."
The relationship really took off now. I was seeing Paul three or four times a week, and spending more time at his flat than at home. Mum and Prue were very pleased I had got someone I liked, so there was no problem there.
The next time we went to the pub, I drank my usual two pints. As we were preparing to leave, Paul said rather shyly: "Remember what happened last time, Peach. Hadn't you better...?"
"I'll be all right," I assured him, "I've got very good capacity." I noticed he seemed mildly excited by this.
Of course by the time we got to Paul's tube stop I was desperate again, and I mentioned the fact to him. Again he looked very concerned; I could tell that while he was aroused by the thought of me being desperate, he was far too fond of me to take pleasure in my suffering. Fortunately Sally wasn't in the bathroom this time, and I was able to leap straight onto the toilet as soon as we arrived, and again I did a real gusher.
When we got into bed I decided to remind Paul of the evening's events. "You were really worried when I didn't go for a piss in the pub," I said; "you'll have to get used to the fact that I have a very strong bladder." Again I could feel his erection swelling at my words.
I was very keen that Paul should meet Prue, so we arranged to spend an evening together. We had a meal and then went to the pub, where I drank my usual two pints. It was nearly time to go home, and Prue, obsessed as ever with taking precautions, had just come back from the toilet. Paul excused himself.
"I'm glad to see your boyfriend has more sense than you," said Prue. "He knows it's sensible to go to the toilet before a tube journey. I expect you'll be jumping up and down in agony before you get back."
This, of course, was calculated to set me off. I started telling Prue that she was neurotic about going to the toilet, and that she would never develop any proper control because she never got any practice at holding it. I reminded her of a coach trip and a car journey when she had been desperate despite her precautions, and how she had been in such distress because she never got any practice. I didn't mention the time she had wet herself in Mum's car, because I knew that would really upset her, and I didn't want to be cruel. [See previous Patience and Prudence stories for details.]
But Prue gave as good as she got. "Remember when we went to that three-hour movie?" she said. "I told you to go to the toilet before we went in, but would you listen? For the last hour it was like sitting next to a trampoline, you were bouncing up and down so much."
"Well, at least I held it," I rejoined. "I'm not like you, having to go every ten minutes. You won't even cross the road without spending a penny first, just in case you get caught short on the traffic island in the middle of the road."
At this Prue started giggling. I looked at my watch.
"Hey, you'd better pop to the Ladies' before you set off home. It's a good seven minutes since you last went. You don't want to take any risks."
And I started giggling. I then realized that Paul had come back from having his pee, and was listening to this exchange with surprise and great amusement. I explained to him that Prue suffered from a psychological condition that meant she had to go to the toilet with great frequency. "Whereas," I added, "I, as you know, have one of the strongest bladders in North London."
Paul didn't say much; in fact he looked slightly embarrassed, since this was his first meeting with Prue. But I could tell he was excited.
Of course, when we got home I was absolutely desperate as usual. And once again Sally was in the bathroom. Remembering what she had said, I tapped on the door and called out her name. Immediately she let me in, and I plumped myself down on the toilet as she lay in the bath. As ever, I did an enormous torrent, a real Niagara of piss. Sally looked at me in wonder, and said: "I wish I could hold as much as that. It would be really convenient. I was in a meeting this morning, and I was taking minutes so I couldn't slip out. I was in agony for about an hour." So, still sitting on the toilet with my jeans round my knees, I told her a few stories about how I had developed such control.
When Paul and I were in bed, I asked him if he had been embarrassed by the conversation Prue and I had been having. "Not at all", he said, and he told me that he really liked the fact that I was so frank about the subject and that he found my capacity really exciting. "I was a bit worried at first," he explained, "because I didn't want to be taking pleasure in your suffering. I wouldn't ever want you to be in pain." And he touched me so tenderly that I knew why I was so fond of him. "But now I know that you are actually proud of your capacity and your ability to wait, then I'm quite happy to be excited about it too."
From then on we often used to talk about pissing before we made love, and it seemed to make things even better. I felt really happy, and I could see myself spending the rest of my life with Paul.
But pride comes before a fall. The Greeks used to call it hubris. That's a word I picked up from one of my earlier boyfriends. He was a real bore but he did increase my vocabulary.
One night we were in the pub. I had had my usual two pints, and Paul seemed ready to leave for home. But it was still quite early, and some devil inside me was tempting me to push my luck, to do something new. "Do you fancy another quick drink?" I said. Paul only wanted a half, but I got another pint.
By the time I was half way through the third pint I needed a pee - quite badly. And of course my golden rule had always been not to take precautions - only to go when I felt a real need, which I did now. But if I went to the toilet now there would be no thrill - my attempt to do something new would just be a damp squib - very damp as it turned out.
So I clenched my sphincter, said nothing, drained my glass and set out for the tube. I could see Paul was excited by what I had done, so the pain in my gut seemed to be justified.
The tube journey seemed to take forever, and before we got to Paul's stop it was hurting like hell - really, really badly. On the tube I'd been sitting on my foot, which does help a bit, but of course when we got off the tube I had to stand up and walk, and then it really kicked in.
I told myself that of course I could hold it for another ten minutes, but as we walked up the escalator I wasn't at all sure about that. As we emerged from the tube station I looked round. If there had been a quiet alleyway anywhere, I would have run there immediately - I do quite like an open-air pee now and then. But the whole area consisted of houses and shops, with no friendly alleyways in sight. The streetlights were very bright and there were lots of people about. There was just nowhere to go. I would have to wait.
Or so I thought. But as I walked - or rather hobbled - I was increasingly dubious as to whether I could. I'd told Paul of my plight and had even admitted I'd been silly not to go to the toilet in the pub. He seemed very concerned, his sense of protectiveness far outweighing any feelings of lust for the moment. But it was still a long way to walk - and spasms of desperation were tearing through my body with ever increasing frequency. I kept stopping to do a little dance, then hobbled on a few more yards.
And then it happened. A little spurt of urine jetted into my underwear. The damage wouldn't have been visible, and I struggled to regain control over my sphincter before any more got out. But it was too late. The flow had started and I couldn't stop it. Cascades of warm liquid flooded into my underwear and my jeans were drenched.
Even before the piss stopped coming - and it seemed to go on for minutes - questions were fighting their way into my brain.
What would it mean for my relationship with Paul? Certainly he had been excited by my ability to hold, but surely a public wetting would disgust him. Was this the end of the road for us?
What did it mean for me? I remembered that car journey a couple of years earlier when Prue had wet herself. That had been the beginning of her neurotic obsession with taking precautions. Would the same happen to me now?
Was this the end of Patience and Prudence?
I just couldn't cope with all this, and I burst into a flood of tears, sobbing hopelessly.
Would it now be the two Prudences?
TO BE CONTINUED
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***this is a story of a hottie who has to pee at her job, but multiple intersections of misery block her from release, and other beauties as well. Soon, they’re in line. All of this is the fault as well of a devilish perv. I posted this story before and took it down since people thought it was mean....but it’s FICTIONAL. Not real in any way shape or form. The perv in the story making them desperate is just some dummy who no one should be like. But it just fiction. If you don’t want to read this cause you feel it portrays omorashi lovers poorly that’s fine. I don’t care if anyone reads it. But I wrote it. Thanks you
Sarah was a gorgeous girl. She worked the checkout line at the super mart that whole summer afternoon. Forced to wear the uncomfortable uniform of a tight blue shirt which showed off her strong body snd strong abdomen, she also wore dark sneakers and tight blue jeans that stretched across her rock hard ass. She downed her third bottle of water after she finished checking out the customer in her line.
“Here’s your change. Have a nice day.” She said. She then placed a hand on her belly as she felt a kick inside. Then another. A growing pressure which made her legs squeeze and and bite her lip. Her long string legs crossed with one of her feet tipped on the toes. Sarah had to pee. She turned off her light. Just as she was about to head to the restroom all the way in the back of the store, her supervisor Kira stopped her.
“Hey Sarah where you going? Your break isn’t for another ten minutes.”
Sarah frowned as her shyness kicked in. She wasn’t someone who like admitting her natural needs to others, and decided just to turn her light back on, in spite of the mass discomfort in her abdomen. It started to pulse like spikes stabbing.
“Sorry,” Sarah said. “My bad I um...ten minute right.” And show she went back to work, ringing customers out, having to lift heavy items to scan for elderly customers. All of which added pressure on her dire need. She was very uncomfortable by the time ten minutes were up, and Kira came to tell her to head on break. By then, as Sarah turned off her light and logged out of her register, her legs were tight together causing creases in the jeans, and they squirmed against each other.
She walked fast with her arms Tight against her sides and fists made headed for the bathroom.
“Oh, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,” she whispered to herself, feeling the urge only worsen as she got closer to her destination for release. Just as she got around the corner, she froze at the sight of the closed for cleaning sign. Outside the women’s room was also Yalinda. A tan woman, in her forties but still had a very hot body. She was thinner but her uniform looks nice snd tight around her body, especially the ass. Instead of jeans though she wore tan light khakis and had her legs crossed as she bounced while leaning against the wall next to the women’s room.
Sarah’s knees turned inwards as she tended up. “Have...have you been waiting a while? Is she almost done in there!” Sweat started to form in her head.
“I just got here and he told me he just started cleaning a minute ago. I begged him to let me in, I’m dying too. But he’s behind schedule apparently.”
That’s when Sarah looked at the men’s room. No sign. She saw Yalinda wasn’t looking and decided to sneak in. As soon as she reached past the sinks, even with an open stall snd beautiful toilet in view, one of her coworkers, the short snd stubby Bobby was washing his face . He noticed Sarah (who he has always been attarscted to).
“Oh, Sarah,” he said stunned, but still growing between his legs. His boner popped out seeing her in those jeans in no time. Man, how he would love for her to climb all over him one day. To even keep her clothes on in that tight uniform and just rub against him until his dick blew off its lid and cummed in his underwear. So worth it. “Um...I think,”
Sarah, turning red as she hoped the bathroom would be empty, stood still with her legs open a bit. It took everything inside of her to hold on her bursting bladder as she didn’t even want Bobby to know she needed to go. He was a nice guy but still, embarrassing.
“Oh, um, I actually just needed....needed...to wash my hands!” Boy that was a mistake . Worst cover ever. As the water hit her hands she squealed snd Bobby noticed. One of her legs kicked back uncontrolled snd she forced it back down.
Bobby however knew what was finally going on. An evil smile stretched across his face that he quickly had to wipe off as she Sarah dried her hands and mumbled about her hands being dirty from scanning at the register . No way. This chick had to pee. Bobby was so rock hard knowing she was despite his heart raced as blood pumped into his stiff stone tall dick.
“Sorry for the bother,” Sarah said drying off. “I’m just gonna,”
But that’s when Bobby jumped in front of the door for her to exit, and blocked her, keeping her trapped in a room making her urgency ten fold worse, feeling like she would burst. Still she kept it together, feeling so much agony and pain inside .
“Oh hey glad I caught you actually,” Bobby said. They actually wanted to ask if you could maybe, I mean....like...if you had time,” he purposely stalled the poor girl who tended every muscle to hold it in and seem normal. Her hips started to wave though. “Help me pull out some milk onto the sales floor?”
Sarah was confused . She was simply a cashier. This wasn’t her job. “Umm...I mean, I don’t think I have time actually-“
With that, Bobby waved in front of the automatic sinks and set them off. Oh poor poor Sarah. Her eyes widened in terror and bones shook as she watched the sinks pour down the drain, making her think of the liquid inside her that was banging to get out. Her legs tightened together and Bobby could see the little squirms she was trying to avoid .
Yalinda who was outside the door still waiting for the women’s room heard the sinks as well, and given her slightly older bladder of the attractive woman, she placed hands deep in her pockets and and stood up straight gasping for relief.
Behind her, Shawna, one of the store managers was also waiting. Shawna was 29, older than Sarah by a little but younger than Yalinda. An average height tan woman with long black hair and a body that stood out well in her tight light blue sweater, brown pants, and black flats. Shawna had her arms crossed on her chest stretched over her boobs which hardened from the intensity of the situation. She bounced in place feeling embarrassed as some customers giggled watching her and Yalinda desperate .
“I’ll actually see if I can help you out let...let m-m-me just ask the supervisor up front.” Sarah lied, just to avoid more agony. But to her torture she saw that she was now at starring at the end of a small line to the women’s room. Luckily, there four toilets, so getting in should be no issue.
“Oh god oh god,” said Jordan, a girl around Sarah age with brown tied up hair and glasses. She was shorter and average height and body. Very thin, but she worked outside loading and got to west Jean shorts which showed off her shiny calf’s. She squirmed to the end of the line and Sarah bit her lip seeing she was now number four to get in.
That’s when Bart, the janitor came out of the bathroom. “Sorry ladies. I called the plumber. System back up in there so it a hazard.”
All four woman of retail jaws dropped in horror. Their legs twisted and feet slowly started to shift on the floor. Yalinda felt bloated as all hell like she was ready to explode. Shawna started to sweat and bite her lips feeling herself really wanting to leak, but with all her might she held it in! Jordan’s eyes were wide and pupils dilated, completely terrified and in pain.
She was in utter distress, almost as much as Sarah. Jordan worked outside and had gushed down a huge water bottle she brought to work. Along with watch the people in the garden area water plants it had made her feel huge spasms in her abdomen. Her hands were in her crotch deep as her legs squires, knees rolling over each other . Her anxiety was on the rise and she was breathing heavy, feeling a painful stab through her back and bladders front that almost made her faint. She tugged her neck up and down to shake it off.
“Um,” Sarah said, her legs wobbling together tight. “How....how much longer do you think that’ll be?”
“Not sure,” said Bart. “Hour at least. There is the handicap restroom down the hall though.”
Bobby however was already ten steps ahead of the attractive ladies . He got behind the corner while they were still starring in agony at the women’s room. As soon as he heard it was out of order, he knew he has to capitalize on their suffering. It was just sooooooooo hot!
As Bart went to start cleaning the men’s room after locking the women’s, Bobby went and pushed the lock on the inside of the one person handicap bathroom. He slammed the door shut and checked. Locked. Just then, a fifth associate, Tori, a short girl with dark hair in tight light khakis came around the corner speeding past the other four who then chased her to the handicap. Bobby wasn’t sure where to hide, so he went in the only other door...the mothers room, made for women to go breastfeed their kids. He went in and closed the door up to a crack. No one came in a store to breastfeed anyways.
Tori reached the door but wrestled with the locked handle. It just wouldn’t budge.
“No no no no no!” She shrieked as everyone else lined in back of her. All five ladies desperate to not have an accident and be humiliated at their jobs. “Please please, as you almost done?” But it was no use. Behind her was Shawna, then Yalinda, then Sarah, then Jordan, all squirming in agony.
Bobby watched, his dick so rock hard he couldn’t believe it. If he whacked it against the wall it probably leave a crack.
“Oh no,” Tori said bouncing and sweating. “No no NOOOOOOOO!” And abstain started to form in the back of her pants growing wider and wider, her khakis completely darkening and little leaks flowing out of the ends of her legs. Tori bent over to try and stem the flow but it was no use. “Oh my god!” She ran away in embarrassment, leaving a light pee trail that tortured the other women.
“Oh godddddd!” Jordan said in so much pain. Crying with her hands rubbing her pussy so hard she almost had an organs and released in her Jean shorts. Her legs kept crosssing over by the knees. As she squirmed back and forth her ass rubbed against Sarah’s. That really set off fireworks in Bobby’s pants, as he slowly and gently stroke his dick to avoid an early orgasm, seeing those two hotties desperate and rubbing their asses on each other made him go crazy.
Both girls faced in the opposite direction from each other, knees bent, Sarah with her hands on her legs sweating and bouncing, Jordan with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed, asses rubbing.
Shawna slowly knocked on the door as her strength was diminishing. Meanwhile, Yalinda was holding her legs together, thighs tight, and pushing on her crotch .
“Ex...excuse me,” the manager said. “Are you almost done? There’s kind of a line out here?”
“Will manager Shawna please report to the front desk for customer assistance?” The intercom said.
Shawnas eyes couldn’t blink as she couldn’t believe her luck. There was no way she was going to leave this line. She wouldn’t make it soon.
She bent over and was at a ninety degree angle as she bounced . Sweat burning her eyes. Each girl sweating as their bladders pulsed.
“Manager Shawna to the service desk!”
Shawna couldn’t take it . Her lips quivered as this became too much to bare. But she couldn’t move. Her bladder pulsed rapidly as she knew deep down she had to hurry to the front end for her jobs sake. It pulsed even faster and harder, each one feeling like a punch to the stomach she was in complete pain and wanted to scream, keeping her legs tight and shuffling, rubbing her abdomen as her clothes became drenched in sweat and made her nipples pierced out of her shirt as the wetness shrunk it, same with her pants showing off her pussy down the line. So much coffee this morning, so much coffee, and now as the announcement came again, she felt it.
“Oh...oh no.” She knocked on the door rapidly. “Hey please please please come on. We’re really gotta go, please!” She was dancing in agony and that’s when her poor bladder could not take anymore. Stretched way past it limits, “no no please!” Pee gushed from her pussy and made her brown pants even darker as it poured all over her feet. She ran from the door and across the hall still in sight of the other three desperate girls who were all sweating snd watching in agony, seeing one of their own have and accident only making their situation worse. “No no!” She screamed, customer watching snd of course laughing, especially perverative guys. Her dark skin became red with embarrassment as she barely held back what was left of the flood which ruined her clothes. A puddle on the floor. She didn’t know what to do and ran.
“Oh god!” Said Jordan bouncing uncontrollably. Her bladder was beginning to lose control as well. She whacked her buddy against the brick wall to snap her out of it. But her need only became worse. She rushed ahead of Yalinda and Sarah and wrestle with the door knob and knocked. “Please let me in! Please!!”
“Hey I’m next!” Said Yalinda pushing her.
“I’m not gonna make it!”
“You think I am?!” Yalinda said with her arms spread out, but legs crossed bouncing. Her arms then wrapped around herself and eyes closed fighting off a huge pulse . She shoved Jordan away from the door and knocked . “Come on!” She said in her sexy Spanish accent.
Jordan pushed back, and soon their hands were all over each other’s sweaty bodies.
Meanwhile Sarah stood behind wishing she had the strength to fight for the toilet too. But she was barely making it.
Jordan couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, while holding back her flood with all her might, Yalinda kicked Jordan away and she fell against the wall. Unable to contain the pressure anymore she yelled “fuck this!” And ran back down the hall. The repairmen were working on the bathroom, but Bart was done cleaning almost. She pushed his janitor cart aside and went in, ignoring his pleas, pulling her pants down at the urinal and aiming her ass over it as she released a large stream. A bit embarrassed, but Jordan was just happy she’d be going home with dry pants.
Meanwhile, Yalinda and Sarah couldn’t take much more.
Bobby on the other hand saw she was so desperate they could try something.
He reached out of the door and pulled Yalinda in. He always did want to try this with an older woman. He shut the door.
“What are you doing?! She said dancing around.
“Giving you a chance to avoid embarrassment.” Bobby said. “You can go the bathroom here.”
Yalinda looked around breathing heavy. “Where? This is a mother’s room!”
That’s when Bobby pulled himself up against her close, feeling her rock hard full bladder push against his dick.
“You go on me. Pee on me.”
Yalinda was freaked out. Who was this guy? Where was the Bobby she knew?
“Let go!” She tried squirming away.
But he held tight. “I already smell like a pig. Pee all over me, and your pants are fine so is your rep. You’ve been working here 20 years. Really want to get so humiliated you can’t come back?”
Yalinda didn’t know what to do. She was freaking out. But she had no choice. She puked down her pants and panties and kicked them to the side. Bobby got down on his knees as she lifted her legs exposing herself to him. And within a second she was raining all over him. Pee soaked Bobby from head to toe, completely drenching him.
Outside the door Sarah still remained in agony. What was going on? Then another woman rushed down the hall holding her chest. She was around Sarah’s age but shorter, red hair, a little on the heavy side but nice shape. Her breast huge as watermelons though, nipples piercing her black tight shirt.
“Please let me in!” She yelled. She had a huge bottle with her. Sarah could see this was a mother, a young mother, just trying to drain the milk from her breasts. There were very tiny white leak lines around her huge nipples. This girl was getting ready to burst!
Inside though Yalinda smiled as pee continued to flow out of her and not in her pants. Bobby was in Heaven.
Outside Sarah danced around in agony, her legs crossing and uncrossing. The poor woman at the mothers room banged on the door but it was no use. She yelled as her nipples exploded and milk shot right threw her shirt and on the walls. She yelled as milk got everywhere, coming out of her chest and the stream dying down.
Sarah meanwhile couldn’t take it anymore, that’s when Bobby got out of the mothers room just in time to see where the noise was from, still hard from seeing Sarah.
“Let it go baby,” he whispered warmly to himself. “Let it flow.”
Sarah bit her lip, held on with all her might but as pressure pushed onto her abdomen feeling like a rock pushed in, her bladder exploded and peed all over herself. Her pants became drenched and dark and as people starred she wept crying and shaking as a puddle formed around her and the perv feet covered in pee. Poor poor Sarah. She never had a chance . People laughed and pointed and she apologized, feeling embarrassed, eventually running out of the store.
When she got home, her boyfriend was disappointed in her wetting, and made her wear....the diaper. Sarah was never able to find another job. The store was her only shot. However, due to the amount of time it took to clean her pee, she was forced to wear the diaper at work too. There she stood everyday, red and humiliated with a big diaper around her tight jeans, tears gently falling from her eyes in defeat. Knowing this was her life. Forever.
Her eyes watered. “I....I can’t believe....believe this. Why. Why me?!” Sulking in her misery
The end |
Fandom: Beyblade
Characters: Rei Kon, Kai Hiwatari
Warning: Wetting accident (omorashi)
This was written a good few years ago now, but I have a small back log of works that I'll be posting over time.
Convincing Kai to take a break for the day had been difficult. But Rei had managed it, he’d convinced the Russian blader to agree to lunch and an early movie. Lunch had been good, and Kai had seemed to enjoy the movie, so Rei was pleased. Of course this part of town was heavily populated, and now, they were trapped in traffic on their way back to the apartment they were sharing. At some point in the last few months, Kai had grown unwilling to tolerate living under the same roof as Tyson, and had invited his boyfriend to move in with him. It was a pleasant change and left them many quiet mornings and calm times. There was no loud banging at various points in the day, and no arguments. They still went over to the Dojo to train as a team, but ... well, days like this, they could get away from the fighting completely.
Today’d been great. Now, if only the traffic would clear up and let them get home. Rei was trying hard not to fidget in his seat. Kai was perhaps too-perceptive and would notice it in a moment. Rei knew that came from years of training to seek weaknesses in opponents. It was... frustrating, when he was trying to hide discomfort though, very much so. Amber eyes looked out the window, trying to focus on something, anything beyond the confines of his own mind and body, where too-much liquid was pent up. I probably shouldn’t have had that large soda at the theater. Rei thought ruefully. It had been good, but well... caffeine was a diuretic, and soda seemed to move through him startlingly fast. And that was what had him in this predicament.
“Is the traffic even moving?” He asked, trying not to sound as distressed as he felt by the serious lack of progress they’d made in the last thirty minutes or so.
“It doesn’t seem to be moving much, no.” Kai seemed... not quite amused, but there was something in the Russian’s tone that caught Rei’s attention
“A shame. I was hoping we’d get home soon.”
“We’ll get there, eventually.”
Of course, Kai wasn’t in a rush, Rei sort of was. In this crowded part of the city, there really wasn’t anywhere for Kai to pull over the vehicle and let him go. Besides that, Rei was awfully shy about using public restrooms to begin with. Never mind, he’d actually have to mention his problem to Kai in order for that to work, and he really didn’t want to do that. That would be... embarrassing, to have to admit that despite being a world-champion Beyblader he couldn’t wait until they got home. No, he really didn’t want to do that.
A shift here, in his seat, trying to get more comfortable if he was going to be trapped for a while longer. Even if the traffic cleared immediately - which it was showing no signs of doing - it would be another thirty or so minutes before they got home. That didn’t bode well for his... little problem. Rei discreetly readjusted himself while Kai wasn’t looking at him, but instead seemed to have his attention turned out his own window.
It was all buildings here, a concrete jungle. A place Rei both felt at home and did not. But then, anymore home was less a place and more... a person. Being with Kai... well, that made the discomfort worth it. As long as he managed to get to a bathroom before desecrating Kai’s car. That would be... infinitely embarrassing. Kai would probably not forgive him for that.
Several minutes passed, Rei fidgeted a little more, trying to find a position that was comfortable for him to sit in, and didn’t strain his over-full bladder. That wasn’t easy in a car, with a seatbelt pulled across his form like a good boy. The lap belt pushed against his stomach, just low enough to put pressure on his straining bladder, and the whole contraption stopped him from moving enough to get really comfortable.
Rei squirmed again, feeling exceedingly desperate. This wasn’t getting better - wasn’t going to get better until there was somewhere for him to go. This was a disaster, they weren’t getting anywhere fast! Rei took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on something out the window. Trying and failing, it would seem.
Sort of a shame that he was having to concern himself with what was going to happen if the traffic didn’t clear soon, instead of being able to enjoy every moment he got with Kai. Another glance around, hopeful that he might spot somewhere that he could seek relief given the circumstances. Residential area, mostly. There was nowhere to go, unless he planned to start knocking on strangers’ doors. A sigh. Well... he didn’t know what to do with that. Just... breathing and fidgeting a little more.
How long had it been now? A glance at the time. Another ten minutes since the last time he’d looked.
Kai was watching him, sort of, in the window. Not directly, but he definitely was watching. Apparently, he thought Rei’s restlessness was interesting. The Russian blader said nothing, though. That was... well, both a relief and not. Because Rei could see his eyes in the mirror, could see that he was watching and wondering, but not asking.
Amber eyes flicked away, unwilling to meet that crimson gaze in the mirror again. Fidgeting, and readjusting himself once again, his urge rising rather suddenly. Dangerously fast. He’d forgotten how caffeine could do that to him sometimes. Ah... actually, this was humiliating. World Class Beyblader Rei Kon, master of the White Tiger bit, Drigger, and member of the Bladebreakers, and he was sitting in a car fidgeting like a two-year-old because he needed a piss, with his boyfriend watching.
Beautiful day, Rei grumbled, mentally. And that was rather unfair, since up until a little bit ago, it had been a lovely day. And now? Not... so much. And all because this was perhaps his worst nightmare.
Another fifteen minutes and squirming really wasn’t helping anymore. Rei’s bladder throbbed, and one hand discretely gave his member a squeeze. It wasn’t discrete enough - the Chinese blader could see his captain (and boyfriend) watching through the mirror again. Rei quivered a little, biting at his lip. This wasn’t working, and he wasn’t going to make it. They were still too far from home, and there was still too much traffic. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Rei...” Kai sounded a little concerned. He didn’t ask, no, he already knew. But there was a flicker of sympathy in that tone that Rei didn’t really expect. The Chinese male didn’t respond to it, looking away instead, flushing suddenly very pink.
And then, he bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood even as the car hit a bump in the road, jarring Rei against his seatbelt suddenly. The jerk sent a shudder through Rei’s bladder, and a damp spot appeared on his blue pants as he lost control for a heartbeat, then regained it. Not fast enough, and not well enough though - another few seconds saw the tiger lose control again, a low hissing sound breaking the intense silence that held within the car. Amber eyes pressed tightly shut, almost afraid to see the look on Kai’s face now. As the hissing ceased, Rei shrank into the seat, still refusing to open his eyes.
From the seat beside him, Rei heard a quiet sigh. “Rei, look at me.” The tone was firm, but there was no real anger in it. Possibly exasperation. Hesitantly, the Chinese man opened his eyes, peeking at the Russian beside him. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Rei didn’t respond, but the shy, almost skittish way he ducked and glanced towards the window instead was answer enough for Kai. “You could have told me. I didn’t know it was that bad.” No, he’d known Rei had to go, but he didn’t know it was that immediate a threat.
“I thought I was okay.” Rei responded after a moment. And when he’d known he wasn’t, it was too late anyway.
“It’d be a lot less problematic if you wouldn’t hide from me.”
“It’s embarrassing to talk about.”
“...And pissing yourself in my car isn’t?” A wince, and Rei shrank again. Kai sighed. “Rei, I’m not angry. I just... I wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself.” Ahh. “It’s alright, you know.” Quietly. “We’ll get you home and you can shower and we’ll clean up the car and it’ll be okay.”
Yeah, he could tell Rei wasn’t entirely convinced. But... it would be. He’d just have to be more mindful of the neko, since apparently he still had a rather nasty shy streak. Mm. Reaching over across the seat and gently taking Rei’s hand. Home going home now, yes. Turning down this way... finally the traffic was clear enough they may actually get home sometime in the next few minutes. Ah.. little late, but well, so it went. |
A military story set in the near-past, near-present or the near-future (take your pick). Enjoy!
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At 6:43 in the morning, a hand fluttered towards the notebook and plucked it from the bottom of an otherwise empty nightstand drawer. Long fingers pawed at the zipper at the book’s vinyl spine, and when the zipper was flicked open an inch, followed by an index finger pushed it across its track on three edges of its the notebook’s perimeter. A few stray beams of sunlight crept onto its pages and left behind the slight shadow of half-closed Venetian blinds. A second later, the paper was lit in a lamp’s warm glow.
The bulb’s light was a sumptuous luxury to the woman who held the pen to the pages. She had spent the better part of her life perfecting her ability to blink at a page in pitch-darkness until the words willed themselves into her retinas. That skill had been left to languish once there was no more need to hide from snipers looking to affix their sights on a faraway gleam. Perhaps she didn’t need the lamp, but it was good to have.
Though it was too early for Zeina to do any real thinking, a voice in her head chimed an insistence that what was true of her lamp was also true of notebook – and her underwear. Underwear, at least, according to their plastic package of Delicates in her dresser. The chic-sounding brand names printed alongside cheerful pictures of flowers and a model’s hips drew the eyes away from the eight shaded-in droplets in a corner. Zeina needed all eight of those drops for her sheets to be dry in the morning.
The Bic came down and checked the box next to Overnight. It checked the box next to Voided Whole Bladder. It put a cross next to Woke Up? In tidy but plain handwriting, it printed 0644 on a dotted line. The point twirled twice in the air before remarking that the previous night had seen the consumption of a two cups of chamomile.
At that, the notebook was zipped shut again and placed back into its drawer. Zeina unwrapped herself from the linen sheets and paced across the room to her dresser. It hadn’t been a good morning, she grumbled in her head, as she pulled out a pair of her underwear from the package. Her notebook contained more mentions of these bad mornings than was comfortable. It must’ve been the tea. I must not drink any tonight.
Sitting on the toilet, Zeina had her first good look at the underwear she’d awoken in. Its black cloth exterior could belie her secret, but once she had the garment pulled to her ankles, the urine-soaked padding was plain to see. The pale yellow stain covered the length of her underwear’s quilted absorbent core. But – chimed the voice again – it’s only just a bit of protection: and indeed, Zeina could hardly notice that her fresh pair of underwear held a sliver of dry padding at her crotch. She gave just a seconds’ glance to the evidence of her bedwetting before balling up the used garment and throwing it, along with any lingering indignation, into the garbage.
When Zeina met the notebook again, nearly an hour later, she was dressed in a suit and skirt and had put her hair up into a tight bun. A rather cheap leather handbag was in the crook of her arm – it would’ve been a rucksack if not for the dress code. The bag had only three compartments – one for her folder and legal pad, one for her makeup and wallet, and the third, zippered pocket for three neatly rolled pairs of her underwear, tucked carefully into a corner. They were normally further concealed by the notebook in Zeina’s hand.
She reached for a ballpoint on the table and clicked it open, and held it between her fingers as she flipped to the page she had written upon earlier. After two seconds’ contemplation, she decided to check the box next to Light Leakage, and scrawled choked on my drink onto the dotted line. It was an accurate answer, she reasoned – the brief spurt was noticeable, but her padding had done its work and absorbed any uncomfortable wetness.
Heavy traffic, as usual, marred Zeina’s drive to work. To escape the cacophony of honking, she flipped through the radio, searching in vain for a gem in the sea of pop sludge and lifeless newsreaders. Eventually she gave up and spun down the volume knob. Her idle hand tapped a staccato on the dashboard. With nothing to think about, Zeina’s mind drifted towards noticing the slight twinges fomenting at her bladder. It was the coffee. Dr. Weiss had instructed her, along with keeping a “continence notebook”, to avoid drinking a morning cup of java.
“It’s in irritant”, Zeina recalled her saying. “Try and slowly cut down over time”. That was the one piece of advice that had gone completely unheeded. Her bladder be damned, Zeina knew no other way to get up and going in the morning. But now she was regretting not kicking her habit of twenty years. The cars were moving at a snails’ pace today – maybe there was an accident? She grimaced at having conjured that word. Her bladder wasn’t desperately full yet, but she could feel it swell up by the second.
For once, Zeina hated that the padding between her legs felt so thin and light. If worst came to worst, she hoped the eight drops on the packaging would be enough.
By the time she maneuvered her Buick into the enormous parking lot, Zeina was actively fighting off the urge to cross her legs together. She was late – not late enough for a reprimand, but late enough that the only spots left were ten minutes from the front door. As she slammed the door on her crooked parking job, she suddenly felt her bowels working on her morning oatmeal and coffee. Her shiver loosened a few drops of pee. Zeina grit her teeth.
Miraculously, she managed to keep her padding mostly dry for the entire journey to the office. She was even at the doorstep, when everything unraveled. Her whole body was assailed with a freezing blast of air-conditioning just as the brief strain of swinging open the heavy door reached her bladder. Zeina’s plunge into the cold office was suddenly complemented by a spreading warmth at her crotch, followed immediately by one at her cheeks.
The receptionist chirped a cheerful “Hello, General Masri!”.
It took all Zeina’s composure to give a slight wave back while hiding that she was wetting herself. But her bowels’ spasm almost made her gasp – Zeina stopped dead in her tracks as she clamped down on herself, stopping the mess at almost the last moment.
Her eyes shot up to the receptionist, who gave her a quizzical look. But she was probably none the wiser.
The notebook found itself open in a usual place: the ladies’ room. By then, Zeina had already stripped out of her wet padding and voided her bowels – mercifully – into the toilet. As quietly as possible, she clicked open her ballpoint, and put the ink to paper.
Voided Whole Bladder. She paused, thinking of what to write, and settled on the nondescript stuck in traffic. It had been two weeks since she had been given the journal, and still there was nothing less enjoyable for Zeina than recounting her accidents in humiliating detail. This time shouldn’t count, she thought to herself. It could’ve been anybody.
If there was one saving grace in this disaster, it was that the padding had let not one drop of wetness leak onto Zeina’s pantyhose. Bravo, Delicates. But now she had only two pairs left for the day, when usually she wouldn’t have to change until lunchtime.
Zeina emerged from the washroom carrying all her usual pomp and grace, made slightly difficult by the uncomfortable padding between her thighs. Her rarely-worn black panties were an improvement over her Delicates, but the thick pad stuck inside was not. In the rare occasions that she put one on, she had to wonder each time how she survived five years in service wearing the thick, cumbersome, yet strangely ineffective pads. They beat wet pants, but that was about it.
Just good enough for now. No sooner had she finished that thought when Samantha showed up to her desk with a binder in hand. “General Masri, sorry to tell you, your oh-thirteen-hundred has been rescheduled to fifteen minutes from now.”
“Why?”
“General Masri, it’s because General Cooper is a no-show.”
“That asshole can fuck right off”. She should’ve seen it coming. Cooper was always being pulled away to one of his Top-Secret Briefings. They never invited her, of course, all because Cooper was young and blonde and had a senator as a first cousin.
“General Masri, I’m very sorry, ma’am, but they must know if you’ll attend”.
Zeina rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah”. Samantha skipped off without a murmur. The general turned towards her desk and swept up the thick blue binder. As she was stuffing it into her bag, it suddenly occurred to her that she would have to change back into the underwear that had been saved for this very meeting.
Today just keeps getting better. At least the still-dry pad could go back into her handbag.
“General Masri, I am truly sorry to have made my scheduling request at such an outrageous hour.”
“No bother at all, Miss Lavoie. Let’s get on with it”. Fuck off. She was already unimpressed with the sullen beanpole from the Medical Corps. Women like her could talk and talk – up until they were asked a question.
“Yes, yes. Now—I’ve been honored to work with our best and bravest soldiers for fifteen years. Over that time, we’ve made so many improvements to our troops’ survivability. We are always making sure that they have what it takes to fight well and come home to tell the tale. And on this mission, there’s nothing that can be overlooked.”
You’re reading from a script, aren’t you.
Corporal Jeannine Lavoie flipped a page on her easel pad to one plastered with photographs of piss jugs and bog rolls. Zeina almost laughed out loud.
“On the front lines, it’s hard to find a bathroom. Now, we have supplied our soldiers with waste collection supplies, but -”
She flipped a page again, this time to one with multicolored graphs.
“-but there are actually other concerns on this subject of bodily functions. In nineteen-seventy six, Doctor Johannes Berger, working with the Medical Corps, conducted a questionnaire at Fort McKinsey, with criteria being…”
The jargon started. I wonder if she talks this way to her husband.
“...thus, the incidence rate of partial incontinence under duress for female soldiers is unacceptably high. Thus, we advise the undertaking of practical solutions to redress this shortcoming”.
Zeina’s ears perked up at mention of the phrase that her own doctor had mentioned. Jeannine continued, unaware that her words were only now registering with her audience. “The tender has been offered to three contractors and they have provided samples for their solutions. And – oh yes – the Medical Corps has performed a thorough audit on all the possible solutions that were offered to us, and we have seen that what we have selected was judged to be the best solution in minimizing costs. And the supply is scalable, we can get these on the ground in a few days’ time, if we want.
“Mhm.” Zeina wasn’t sure where this was going but already knew that she didn’t like it.
“The solution was to make small adjustments to soldiers’ standard-issue equipment. In particular-”. She rummaged around a grey plastic box and produced an olive green toiletries bag. “-we’ve found it prudent to issue a range of undergarments for use in combat”.
That was Jeannine’s cue to unzip the bag for the great reveal. Zeina leaned back in her chair and immediately caught a glance of beige fabric. The creases in the elastic immediately caught her eye.
Hang on. That’s-
“Our preferred partner is Associated Paper. We have contracts with them already for many personal hygiene products. They have provided this sample of a pair of disposable underwear. They claim that the absorbent core can provide six hours’ protection in even the most intense-”
“Miss Corporal”. Jeannine stopped. She had expected pushback.
“I am running an army, not a retirement home”.
In truth, Zeina’s consternation was not at the notion of informing her soldiers that they would have to wear diapers. Rather, the beige pull-up in Jeannine’s hands was all too personally familiar. At one point, she’d bought many a pack for herself. Associated Paper’s slick talk be damned – the underwear’s poor masquerade for a pair of panties had, on several occasions, given Zeina the mortification of feeling a hot trickle down her legs.
Conjuring those very memories made Zeina’s cheeks tinge. She deepened her scowl to keep Jeannine from noticing.
“General Masri, I’d like to say that I, myself, opted in favor of alternative solutions. But – we have to consider that the cost-”
“Nobody asked for your ‘solutions’! Nobody needs your ‘solutions’! You go back, and you tell the eggheads that they’ll all be fired by Wednesday.” In the heat of the moment, Zeina almost forgot to keep her voice below what the hardly-soundproofed walls would conceal. She leaned back in her chair and took a swig from her glass – her umpteenth in this meeting.
“General Masri, please, we have undergone an- an extensive review, we’ve talked to many – I’d like to say – thousands, of soldiers, we’ve spoken to doctors, there’s a large body of research, so, let me assure you, we did not make this recommendation lightly. I understand-”
Spoken to Doctors? Who the hell did Isobel Weiss squeal to? A wave of anger hit Zeina as she suddenly realized Jeannine’s statistic might’ve included her.
“What the hell do you know, Corporal? Did you ever do anything but push pencils?
Moria stiffened. “General Masri, as a matter of fact-”
“Oh! And you pissed yourself when the bullets started flying?” Zeina stabbed a finger Jeannine’s way and put on a devilish grin.
“That – that is inappropriate, General Masri!”
“My apologies, Corporal”. Zeina smirked at Jeannine’s discombobulation. “I think you had two more examples to show me?”
“Er- uhm- yes, I do. Um… Gernsbach Group provided….”
The next two pull-ups were clinical white designs that would’ve made a perfect complement to a hospital dressing gown. God, I wouldn’t be caught dead in that. Nevertheless, Jeannine could scrounge up hours of drivel about the bureaucracy's asinine selection processes. Zeina didn’t heckle again, in part because she needed the meeting to be over with quickly. The glasses of cold water were rapidly catching up to her bladder.
Jeannine’s droning speech would not let her off the hook. Zeina shifted in her seat, slowly and imperceptibly, while keeping her chest ramrod straight. Asking for a bathroom break was out of the question. Damn you, shut up! She reached for her glass, trying to take her mind off her bladder, with the intention of taking a sip small enough to just wet her tongue. But just as soon as the cold water touched her lips, Zeina’s brain crossed its wires and a spurt of urine escaped into her padding. It was just a few drops, but Zeina could feel every bit of the hot wetness.
The speech went on. Zeina had a second, and more sustained, leak when she bent down to retrieve a pen that had been accidentally swiped onto the ground. For a moment, she had felt as though her bladder would give up again, but she had managed to keep it together and hid her discomposure with her face under the table. The leak rid Zeina of some of the pressure, and her self-dehydration kept the desperation from mounting much further.
“…and therefore, the Quartermaster Corps has moved to begin issuance of the new items to selected units. We have prepared informational material, and we wish to supplement it with the testimony of senior officers. My superiors have requested that I inform you, General Masri, of your requested participation in this program”.
“Participation”.
“Yes, General Masri. We believe that, given your exemplary combat record, you may be of help in acclimating our soldiers to the new equipment.” Jeannine opened her mouth, but quickly shut it again and pointed an open expression towards Zeina.
“Corporal”. Jeannine put her hands on her desk and pushed herself up from her seat. The sudden motion sent a ferocious throb through her bladder. It was just as Zeina opened her mouth when her floodgates released.
“I assure you, that not one of my soldiers needs diapers”. Every ounce of her composure went into the sentence, laced with venom and passion. Immediately after finishing, Zeina channeled all that strength into her abdomen, towards staunching the hot flow of urine pouring into her Delicates. The seconds stretched into lifetimes.
“General Masri, I am sorry, but the decision is not mine, and I do not have the rank to overrule it”. It was Jeannine’s turn to be smug. How much more she would’ve gloated, had she known that the unfortunate general talking down to her had almost totally wet herself just from standing up.
Zeina’s Delicates had spared her the embarrassment. But her underwear was now uncomfortably damp and heavy with her pee. With a curt few formalities, she sent Corporal Jeannine Lavoie on her way. She left the room half a minute later, and made her way towards the ladies’ room, where she could check light leak, light leak, heavy leak onto her notebook and strip out of the concealed beneath her skirt.
Having a sip of water, bending down for a pen, standing up quickly. Zeina zipped the leather-bound book slowly as to not impart any noise. With the hope that no more surprise meetings would befall her, she left for lunch wearing her black panties and pad.
000.0 ml.
With a careful and steady hand, doctor Isobel Weiss tipped the beaker, just fast enough that no blue liquid would run down its side, yet gentle enough to leave no splash when the delicate stream struck the fabric.
She averted her eyes to the LCD. The numbers were springing to life. The second digit was climbing with a good pace. The last digit was flying with unreadable speed. Turning back to the beaker, she flicked her wrist around, shifting the stream ever so slightly as to evenly saturate the testing medium. She adjusted her wrist's angle as the beaker ran dry, and turned back to the LCD. The numbers flickered for a second and came to rest.
247.3 ml.
Perfect. Isobel Weiss reached over to the testing medium and pulled out the three wires embedded in its underside. With the skill of a seamstress, she coiled up the wires around the half-dollar sized device to which they were attached. The finishing touch was placing plastic caps on the three probes, and placing the whole contraption into an anti-static bag. It went into an envelope had been prepared a week in advance, containing a manifest and memorandum marked with the Medical Corps’s seal.
Nominally, her involvement was done. But, the doctor grumbled as she lit a cigarette, I just know they’ll have more work for me yet.
In her countless years of service, General Zeina Masri had never set foot in Forward Operating Base Cherokee. Nevertheless, the Corps of Engineers’ total lack of creativity meant that she felt at home within an hour of stepping off the plane. She’d spent more than half her life enveloped within drab tan walls that must’ve been all been made on the same production line. The food was as inedible as it had always been, and the air-conditioning remained far too weak for anything but a t-shirt.
Still, some things had changed. There was not one officer whose presence demanded a salute. On the contrary, every soldier she ran into promptly greeted her with a sharp salute and quick greeting. Zeina didn’t mind that at all, but took a lot less delight in it than Cooper surely would have.
Best of all was that she had her own bedroom. For once, she didn’t have to listen to the snores from three beds over. Moreover, she had a bathroom where she could change at her leisure. This time around, there was no need to carry around a handful of pads plundered from the infirmary.
Zeina began August sixteenth by dialing in the combination to her bedside cabinet and plucking out the notebook from within. With the dawn’s breaking light as her only guide, she flipped to the first unmarked page and clicked out her pen. She almost grinned as she checked off light leak and wrote down on the way to the toilet. Countless daily cups of coffee and the occasional beer had her waking up to a wet pair of Delicates most mornings. But the past three nights, she had managed to empty most of her pee into where it should’ve gone all along.
If I keep this, up, I won’t need this anymore. The notebook was zipped shut and tossed into the locked cabinet.
Halfway across the base, the rotors on the Sikorsky wound down and ground to a halt. As its pilot flicked switches and muttered jargon into her headset, Isobel Weiss straightened her back and rubbed the bleariness of half-sleep from her eyes. She was completely exhausted. Never could she have imagined that helicopter blades would be so loud.
Oh boy, what a day it’s been. Oh boy, what a day it’s going to be. Despite the assurances of FOB Cherokee needing only “minimal assistance”, Doctor Weiss already had already packed her first day on base to the brim with meetings and consultations. She undid her belt with and jumped with some pep to the back of the helicopter, where two stony-faced men were hauling the olive-green containers from the hold.
“That goes in-” Isobel consulted her map “-E4”.
“Yeah, we know”.
“There’s another box at the very back”. She stood on her toes to point out the crate that was shrouded by two canvas bags.
“Yeah, we know”. Neither man looked up. Isobel decided to not offer any more conversation on the walk to the medical bay. Her mind was already on her appointments, one of which was a name she was already familiar with.
“General Masri, ma’am! Doctor Stephens asks for your availability at 1500!” From the corner of her eye, Zeina could make out the man in the doorway holding a stiff salute.
“At ease. 1500 is fine. Where does he want me?”.
“General Masri, in E4, ma’am!” The man had lowered his salute but was still standing as stiff as a board in the doorway.
“OK. At ease, soldier”.
“Yes, ma’am!”, belted the young man, with no sign of ease. He turned quickly on his heel and walked curtly off into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Zeina turned back to the heavy brass pen and manila paper upon which her report was written. The inspection, as her trip was nominally designated, had gone without a hitch to this point. There was little to say, but the Pentagon insisted that General Masri fill the pages and skip no detail in the process. So once again, she dove headlong into her work until she was once again totally enraptured by the military minutia being put to paper.
That was perhaps Zeina Masri’s greatest talent: she could dedicate all her faculties to any task set before her at just a moment’s notice. But it didn’t come without cost. So engrossed had she been in her work, that the soldier’s sudden request had startled a quick stream of urine from her bladder. At the same time, her focus in conjunction with her Delicates’ quick absorption meant that the leak had gone totally unnoticed. This time, Zeina’s notebook was untouched.
The time was 1457 on the clock when E4’s door swung open and the general, clad in just a standard-issue short-sleeved shirt and fatigues, sauntered into the antiseptic-smelling medical bay. Clarence Stephens was just about finished cramming his papers into his briefcase, but quickly dropped his prescription sheets and broke into a salute.
“General Masri!”
“At ease, Doctor Stephens. You asked to see me?”
Clarence relaxed his body. “No, not me today. Her”. He jabbed a thumb to behind the light-blue drape. “She’ll be seeing you. Just flew in from the states. Doctor… doctor… uhm….”
“I’ll be right with you!” Isobel Weiss knew that to be the voice of general Zeina Masri. She finished straightening the medicine shelf, and pulled open the curtain, just in time to catch the right boot of Clarence Stephens fall out of sight into the hallway. “Afternoon, General Masri”. She did not salute.
“Doctor Weiss!” Clearly, nobody had told Zeina Masri who her doctor would be.
“I will be performing your examination today, General Masri. And-before you ask, I was asked to assist in the deployment of a new piece of equipment that is currently beginning trials”.
You too? “I hope you didn’t make that recommendation.”
“General Masri, I’m sorry to say that nobody asked for my opinion at all. Anyways, it isn’t within my area of expertise. Now, could you open your mouth?”
Zeina opened her mouth for Isobel’s flashlight. “Yes, everything looks good today. As usual. Anyways, as for our new equipment…” Anglea ducked down to her stainless steel drawers.
Zeina rolled her eyes. “Doctor, I know all about our new equipment. You don’t have to show me again.”
“Perfect! So you know how to put one on, then?”
“Doctor Weiss, you know that-” Zeina’s protest of I’m wearing one already was cut short when she saw the tiny plastic bag in Isobel’s palm. “What’s that?”
“Uhm- it’s the monitor, the new equipment.”
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“Oh, uhm, hmmm…yes, are you still keeping the continence notebook which I prescribed?”
Zeina knit her brows. “Sure. Do you want it?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. See, this—this is a little computer, this is, and it works—it works just like a journal. It works with the absorbent garments that have been issued. Excuse me, that will be issued. So, these three probes, after you take off these plastic caps, will go into your underwear, and you can seal it with this tape. Oh, uhm, use this other tape to attach the monitor to your waist. And-”
“And you’re asking me to wear one?” What the hell, why’d they suddenly care about our bathroom habits?
“Well, yes.”
“Why?”
“Well, please bear with me – the equipment is being tested for use, but, ah, the subject must be able to – make use of the device, and your medical record indicated…”
Zeina said nothing but averted her eyes. Isobel decided that she had said quite enough.
“But – I understand that you won’t be issued the standard issue – erm – absorbent garment, correct?”
“I wear – absorbent underwear. Is that fine?”
“Hmmm… yes, that should be fine. But – to be sure, could you try one on? All you have to do is press the probe into the-”
“I heard you the first time. Could you look away?”
“Yes, yes, of course”. Isobel pulled the curtain aside and drew it closed behind her. Zeina was alone to examine Doctor Weiss’s device. The three probes were adhesive patches with a pins on a latch. A brief fiddle with the mechanism told Zeina that the application was best done while she wasn’t wearing her underwear.
With a second’s pause to make sure Doctor Weiss wouldn’t pop in, Zeina undid her belt and pulled the olive-green fatigues down to her legs, along with her panties. A cold, air conditioned blast whipped up her thighs and her nether regions. It was the sensation of the moment just before she relieved herself over a toilet. Zeina realized that fact by the wave in her bladder building almost instantly and crashing over just as fast. Reflexively, she squeezed her abs with all her strength, but despite her best efforts, a brief squirt of pee escaped from her crotch and fell, in full view, into the padding between Zeina’s ankles. The sight made her face burn a crimson red.
She fumbled with the miniature pins with her arms draped awkwardly at her ankles. Her fingers, skipping over both sides of the Delicates’ padding, found that the Stay-Dry layer had worked as advertised in wicking away the moisture, but the yellow stain on the white fabric revealed the truth. Zeina hated to spend so long staring at the evidence of multiple accidents, but there was no way she could work the pins in otherwise. Even then, she still couldn’t get the pins to slot into the thickly-woven waterproof layer. In frustration, she stripped out of her panties completely and tried to work the pins in with the panties in her lap, still to no avail.
Doctor, I need help. Zeina was about to open to mouth when the stained padding caught her eye again. She suddenly realized that she’d almost handed to Isobel Weiss a pair of underwear that was wet with her own urine. For the second time in a minute, she blushed to her neck.
“Doctor, I’d like to leave for a change”.
“Oh – OK. The bathroom is-”
But by then, Zeina was already shut the door.
It was no doubt a strange twist of fate that had Isobel Weiss requited with the notebook seven thousand miles from home, in the middle of a warzone. There it sat on her desk, looking just like the day she had tore open its plastic wrap and handed it over to Zeina Masri, sitting on a bed in Ramstein. There was no indication that a finger had been laid on it since.
General Zeina Masri takes good care of her things. Or maybe she just doesn’t listen to me. Isobel was delighted to find that it was the former: leafing through the pages revealed a good two-thirds to be marked with wonderfully legible handwriting. It was always nice when patients made the job easier.
She turned to the heavy manila sheets that had come out of the hanging folder marked Masri, and with her free hand, held open the vinyl notebook that the general had dropped on her desk. It took only a few minutes’ time to parse through the months’ worth of records, all of which were written with the same laconic brevity. At any rate, it was more than enough for Isobel to furnish her report.
Diagnosis: Incontinence. Severity: Moderate. Symptoms: Loss of urine in physical stressors, overactive bladder. Managed with pads? Yes. Mental/Emotional effect:
That question always gave Isobel pause. It seemed that from the first time Zeina Masri had strolled into her office and admitted that she wore a pad every day of the month, to the appointment just two days ago, the general had never once let the issue get beneath her skin. It seemed almost just another order of business for her: Isobel had long given up her canned reassurances, because Zeina hadn’t ever shown the slightest hint of embarrassment or dejection. Not in her office, at least.
Mental/Emotional effect: None. Zeina Masri was the only patient for which that were true.
Isobel Weiss laid down her pen and reached for her softpack of Virginia Slims. As she fumbled with the white ladies, a flicker of the computer screen caught her eye. She flicked the beige mouse twice to brighten the dimmed monochromatic screen. An extra line had appeared below Online.
1616 0816: 043.1 ml detected.
Isobel suddenly realized that for all her careful planning, she had totally neglected to think about what to do in now. Her hand flinched to reach out for the notebook, but was quickly drawn back and directed towards the cigarettes. I’ll think about it after my break.
“Careful with that, it’s hot!”
The passing soldier’s warning came just a moment too late for Zeina, who had already tilted half a mouthful of coffee machine java into her mouth. Her eyes shot open as she realized the usually-lukewarm drink had been made scalding hot. She threw her head forward to keep the burning liquid from her throat, and braced her arms against the table as the hot coffee rushed to her tongue and gums. As she retrained a choke while contending with the searing drink at her lips, a ripple of the initial shock reached her bladder, and Zeina was suddenly aware that a substantial stream of seemingly lukewarm pee was escaping into her underwear. The hot coffee forgotten, she pulled all her attention down towards staunching the steady stream, and managed to do so before an uncomfortable wetness could collect in the padding.
Her coffee cool enough to swallow, Zeina could open her mouth to whisper a curse as she stood up with the paper cup in hand. Shoving open the mess hall’s heavy door immediately imparted the sound of close footsteps. A half-step forward brought her almost face-to-face with the blonde wearing a stethoscope. The smaller woman gave a little jump of surprise.
“Sorry, Doctor Weiss”
“Oh! General Masri!” She’d quickly shuffled the cigarette pack into her left hand before flashing a latex-gloved salute.
“At ease”, muttered Zeina, without looking back at the doctor. She’d made it halfway down the hall to her private room and bathroom before realizing that her notebook would not be waiting for her there. Doctor Weiss… said that she’d do the recording.
Doctor Weiss. She’d just run into her. Did – she know already? Zeina found herself suddenly flushed at the notion. Her attention turned towards the Delicates, whose padding felt reassuringly light and dry. It… wasn’t much of a leak.
Constant trips to secluded bathroom stalls had been struck off Zeina’s agenda, but she didn’t prefer this arrangement at all.
At sunrise, FOB Cherokee had the most beautiful air in the world. The richest of men back home could never hope to taste something so untarnished by humanity. Each time Zeina drew in a quick breath, she could swear by feeling her lungs savoring each molecule of delectably pure oxygen, without ever choking on a smear of pollution or pollen. The strength coursed through her body. Even at thirty-nine, she still had it all.
In a forever heart-pounding, white-knuckle life, these early morning runs were the times when Zeina Masri found the most perfect solitude. She had missed this most of all. Few soldiers had awoken and none had joined her, yet by now any insurgents’ chance for a strike had been dashed by the sleepily rising sun. Only now, and only here, was Zeina’s mind truly unburdened.
But her mind did not sleep. After it had studied every tree and every rock on the distant mountains, it turned towards every crevasse of her body. The loose t-shirt made of cheap cotton scuffed her stomach. The stiff bra chafed her back. The baggy shorts flapped errantly against her thighs. The heavy boots dragged in the sand. Of her Zeina’s wardrobe, the only comfortable item were the Delicates she had brought from home.
They were her second pair today. To the annoyance of a little voice in her head, Zeina’s mind had floated to the few memories it made since it was last awoken. One of the first things it had noted was an empty bladder and the cool dampness of soaked padding. The streak of light leaks had been tarnished three days ago, and Zeina had woken in a pair of wet Delicates every morning since. Or was it two days ago? Her memory had grown fuzzy since her notebook was taken away.
Zeina’s thoughts moved to a half-hearted attempt at recalling what she would’ve written down, and eventually drifted to dwellings about the young soldiers she was getting to know. But all throughout her run, her mind had never paid an ounce of attention to her bladder. Despite many drinks from a collapsible water bottle, it was completely empty – but only because almost every footfall’s impact loosened the few drops of pee that had the chance to collect. By the time Zeina sauntered through a security checkpoint, her underwear was nearly as soaked as the pair she had awoken in. They felt no more damp than the rest of her outfit, bathed by now in a cool sweat, but the weight of the sodden padding made it clear to Zeina that her Delicates would soon have to be changed.
Regardless, the run had filled her with a childlike mirth. As the base sprung to life all around her, her inner peace was melting away, and the usual furious tempo was muscling its way in. In the last moments that she could call her own, Zeina was thankful for every second and every detail of her morning runs – thankful, even, for the fact that her mind had ignored the accidents leading up to her soaked Delicates. In that moment, the nagging voice postulating that the same ignorance might have occurred outside of morning runs had been completely drowned out.
Isobel Weiss woke up hardly ten minutes later than Zeina Masri, but her day would begin with none of the general’s speed. It was only after she had a relaxing shower, breakfast, and cup of Darjeeling that she placed herself in front of her desk and sorted through the work she would have to do. By the time she groggily fired up her computer, the sun had already fully crested the faraway mountains.
She flipped through an inbox full of unimportant messages before scrolling through a quick check of her ongoing experiment’s digital logs. The notebook led her to expect one or two entries, made in the middle of the night, with a considerable volume logged next to ml detected. What she found instead was a cascade of entries, all made just seconds apart from each other, all of which had recorded just drops of leakage. In her still-groggy state, Isobel immediately concluded that something was very amiss. She strolled down to the general’s room and rapped sharply on the door.
It took a few seconds, and the closing of a door inside the room, before the door opened to reveal general Zeina Masri with a towel draped around her neck.
“What’s the big – oh, Doctor Weiss”.
“Good morning, General Masri. I was – ahem – wondering… well… I think I’d better discuss this in E-4”.
“You wanna come inside?” Isobel nodded and obliged. Zeina shut the door behind them.
“Well…” Isobel lowered her voice, despite the closed door. “Have you been wearing the device?”
“Yeah.” Hmmm.
“Well… uhm… did you happen to wash it?”
“No. Should I?”
“No, no, in fact, please don’t. But… well… can you tell me when you… uhm… used it?”
Zeina knitted her brow. “I – uh – voided overnight.”
“Twice? Or – did you… uhm.. void in the morning? Em – I mean, into your underwear?” The possibility that the device had broken was beginning to mount.
“I went on a run in the morning.”
Of course! Isobel almost kicked herself for forgetting those journal entries. Light leaks, with the s penned in, and the comment describing some variation of running. It was only natural that…
“Oh! You leak urine while running!” She blurted out the line with the jubilation of a quiz-show contestant. As soon as the garbled sentence escaped her mouth, she cringed from the deepest part of her soul. The humiliation welled inside and painted her cheeks a bright red.
Isobel’s quick stammer of “I’m so sorry!” was masked by Zeina’s indifferent “yeah”. She mustered the courage to look at the general’s face and found nothing more than a knitted brow. In that instant, she decided to cut her losses.
“I – I got it. Thank you so much for bearing with me, I’m just – getting used to the new device, too!” Her face reddened at saying those words, and she left Zeina’s quarters blushing like an apple. A deep gratitude towards the general’s saintlike patience welled inside her chest.
Who the hell does she take me for? With Doctor Weiss out of the room, Zeina could snarl and grit her teeth in annoyance. Does she think that I’m a baby? But, though it made Zeina all the more irritated, the irate sarcasm was somewhat muted by the cold and wet padding that was still at her crotch. She had just pulled down her Delicates and seen the urine-stained padding when the knock came and she had to hastily pull the soaked underwear back on. Wearing them over a discussion about how she’d thoroughly wet herself was nothing short of mortifying.
But – at least Doctor Weiss hadn’t noticed. And – it could’ve been worse. Zeina shuddered at the possibility of a lieutenant calling her to action stations.
The fresh pair of Delicates that she was about to change into still rested on the bathroom counter. As she reached to pick it up, a flash of irritation appeared in the back of her nostrils. Zeina stiffened up, clean Delicates in hand, and loosened a heavy sneeze. In that instant, Isobel Weiss’s computer flashed to life, and recorded 021.1 ml detected.
The same event had no register in Zeina Masri’s mind.
Every so often, a fleet of tan-colored trucks would be brought out of their corrugated iron pens and were neatly lined up on FOB Cherokee’s concrete staging grounds. It was always a time of cheer for a smattering of soldiers, and a time of grumbling for their less savvy compatriots who had already expended all their available leave. A sergeant stood with a list and carefully inspected each man jumping onto the benches in the canvas-covered truck beds. To date, no soldiers had gone AWOL with the convoys into The Oasis.
Today, the profanity-laden epithets coming from the stocky sergeant were of great mirth to the lucky passengers, most of which who knew that Sergeant Grissom had no leave to spend. The news had even reached Zeina’s ears, despite herself being six ranks clear of the next most decorated man going to town. She would be denied the joy of hearing the disgruntled man’s insults, for as soon as she fell into Chuck Grissom’s view, the stocky man broke into a stoic salute and courteously showed her the light armored car where she would sit. Joining her in the air-conditioned cabin was a young girl of no more than twenty, who held only a blank stare on her face – Aya, the base’s local interpreter.
The gates of FOB Cherokee had not even fallen out of view when the trucks broke into songs that even the drill instructors had deemed too profane. The loud and jubilant voices of thirty men in each truck were loud enough to drown out the big diesel engines’ roar, and entered the noisy cabin of Zeina’s car. She smiled a bit as the chants about hookers and the insurgents’ mothers and the Navy echoed across the desert. There were even verses that she hadn’t yet heard in her five years at FOB Alpha. Her days of being in that number were probably finished, but just knowing that the soldiers of her time had passed their musical legacies along to the next generation filled her with joy.
It was around this time that interpreters would become noticeably irritated with the epithets hurled at the locals, but Zeina could discern not an inkling of discomfort across Aya’s blank face. Completely fine by her, since she never had any inclination to chat with the interpreters. Her mind joined the soldiers’ songs in sync with their voices, dreamily recalling the years long gone before she would be granted a jumpseat and a personal driver and a canteen of ice-cold water chilled by the portable air-conditioning unit.
As the convoy trudged along, however, Zeina found her greatest luxury to be the privacy of the light truck’s cabin. Too many refreshing drinks had given her a fresh need for a restroom, and clearly there would be none available until the convoy reached town – Zeina had no idea when that would be. The twinge from her belly was enough reminder for her to stop touching the canteen, and she prayed that holding off on the water until The Oasis would be enough to stave off an accident.
She fidgeted a bit in her seat, trying not to arouse Aya’s suspicion. Each rock on the unpaved road’s surface sent a jolt through the cabin and rapped hard against her bladder. There was still nothing ahead on the road except miles and miles of desert, surrounded by brown shrubbery and draped by mountains behind dust clouds. Zeina took a deep breath, trying to ignore her ever-mounting desperation, and inhaled more grains of desert sand than her sinuses cared for. Zeina bladder gave in as soon as the irritation flared in her nose, but the heavy sneeze that followed would transform the weak dribble of urine into a heavy spurt that even her Delicates struggled to absorb. If not for her bladder only being half-full, Zeina would have completely wet herself, but she had enough strength in her sphincter to stop the leak while she sniffled. Nevertheless, the hot wetness at her crotch was quite obvious.
It was some consolation that Aya’s blank expression had not changed at all. Is this girl even human? Just as she locked eyes with her wordless interpreter, Zeina got her answer when the young girl quickly averted her gaze. I wonder how old she is. Anyways, she had half a mind to take her attention off her bladder with a bit of talk.
“Hiya!” Zeina called in a saccharine voice, as though she were talking to a puppy.
“Yes, Madame General?” The quiet and steady voice was so deep that Zeina almost thought she’d gotten the interpreter’s sex wrong. But no – Aya was no doubt a girl, if only a baritone one.
“Name’s Zeina. You can call me Zeina. You’re Aya?”
“Yes, Madame General Zeina, I am Aya Sahin.” Her accent was strong but her English wasn’t slow or slurred. Impressive for a girl her age.
“How old are you, Aya?” Zeina dropped the singsong voice.
“Fifteen, Madame General Zeina.
Impressive for a girl her age! “Hey, you’re so young!” Her next question was where are your parents? but Zeina knew to bite her tongue. A child here would never have a good answer to that.
“You like it here? They pay you well?”
“Yes, Madame General Zeina, the pay is well. It is more than my home town”.
“Your hometown -” dammit, why can’t the town be closer? “- is it the town that we’re going to?”
The words had only just left Zeina’s mouth when the truck hit a big rut in the gravel. Despite the truck’s pliable ride, the shock brought Zeina nearly out her seat. It was too much for her to handle – a long stream of hot pee dribbled out into her underwear. Her frantic efforts to control her bladder while keeping her composure blocked out Aya’s voice.
“….very, very far away” were the only words that reached Zeina’s ears after she’d stopped her leak. In that time, the atmosphere of the truck had changed. I pried too much. Aya was too young a girl to be very, very far away from her home.
What remained of their conversation was dry and forgettable. By now, Zeina had little mind to focus on her interpreter's words, for she was too caught up in her attempts to keep her Delicates dry. On the pothole-ridden desert road, it was quite the losing battle. No more than half a mile separated each episode of Zeina’s incontinence, and by the time The Oasis came into view she was wondering if her soaked padding might leak at an inopportune impact.
Mercifully, by then Zeina’s bladder was too empty to leak much more. Though a warm wetness clung against her butt, a quick glance towards her lap revealed her fatigues and canvas seat to be completely dry. As she stood up, the added bulk at her crotch became patently obvious. Though her Delicates had performed admirably, Zeina would need to find a place to change into the pair in her bag, and soon.
“Aya…”
“Madame General Zeina, do you wish to use a restroom?”
“I – hey! Yeah, but -”. What the hell? Zeina knit her brows and inadvertently broke into a piercing glare. “Why did you ask?”
“Uh – Madame General Zeina, I would like to … how to say, use a restroom, if that is fine…” Only then did Zeina notice that the little girl was shying away from her terrifying expression. Shoot.
“It’s fine, yeah, of course. I need to too.” Her face was burning a scarlet red for having scared her interpreter. Shoot, she’s too young! With Aya out of the car and leading the way, Zeina could see that the girl barely came up to her chest. She scuttled past the crowd of men gleefully disembarking from the tan trucks. “It is this way, Madame General Zeina”.
The clay-colored buildings bristled with men slouched over counters and eyeing the strangers with suspicious eyes. Zeina did her best to avoid their hard gazes – it was strange enough already being dragged around by a girl half her age. The alleys seemed to narrow with each footfall. Just as Zeina was starting to wonder if Aya knew where she was going, the girl turned a corner and found a supermarket, automatic doorway and produce stand and all.
“Let us go in here”.
A few words to a cashier later and Zeina was in a bathroom stall at the back of the market. Though, on the outside, this market could not be further from the supermarkets at home if it were built on Mars, its inside was hardly different from the supermarkets in America. It was dirtier and the signs were unintelligible, but the bathroom’s white fluorescent lighting and tiled linoleum floor weren’t far removed from a lady’s room in a Kroger. Zeina had changed in similar places countless times.
But – I could’ve changed earlier at home. Pulling the Delicates to her knees revealed to Zeina just how sodden her padding had become over the course of her car ride. I’m just lucky today. The soaked underwear couldn’t have held another cup of liquid. Had the journey lasted for another minute, Zeina knew she might have emptied herself onto her pants instead of over the toilet.
I must watch my water. The fresh pair of Delicates she’d retrieved from her bag inspired confidence, but who knew when the next bathroom break would be? Zeina was ready to toss her used pair into the small trash bin when her hand brushed against the sensor attached to the dampened cloth. Oh – the ‘journal’. She unpinned the device and turned it over in her hand. Do I need to attach it? No doubt, whatever sensor Dr. Weiss was using could not possibly work over the umpteenth miles she had traveled. And anyways, she’d already put on the fresh pair of Delicates, and Aya was surely waiting outside by now. Without a second thought, Zeina pocketed the little sensor, threw away the wet underwear, and went to reconvene with her young interpreter.
Aya was waiting furtively just outside the bathroom door. “Hiya, Aya”.
“Hello, Madame General Zeina. Do you wish to buy any goods here?”
“No, I’d better catch up with everybody else”. It was Zeina’s turn to drag Aya, if only to the door of the market. She was almost at the cashiers’ when she found a loudly humming freezer printed with the fading image of several smiling children. They all had popsicles in their hands.
Zeina stopped. “Aya, do you eat ice cream?”
She looked down and found the girl shaking her head. “Not many”. Poor thing!
“Pick the ice cream that you want. It’s a gift.”
For the first time, Zeina saw Aya’s dull eyes light up. “Thank you, Madame General Zeina!”
Not even half a lifetime in war could keep Zeina from bursting into a warm smile at that. Ice cream – that was the only diplomacy she knew with children. It worked every time.
For the rest of the trip, Aya let a bit of happiness into her voice every time she spoke between bites of her ice-cream cone. Zeina had to keep a happy face in turn, but it only took five minutes before the crushing boredom set in. Apparently command has decided “hearts and minds” would be won through glorified shopping trips to scowling hawkers who were almost surely charging the uniformed soldiers too much money. Aya didn’t mention it, but Zeina knew that all interpreters had express orders not to haggle.
The blazing sun soon made Zeina forget all about her commitment to watch her drink. After the fifth purchase of tarps and canned food, she found her canteen empty. Although she kicked herself then, knowing at least some of the water would come right back out of her, two stops later she’d no choice but to refill the canteen and start drinking again. The sweat pouring off her back kept her padding somewhat dry, but the hours of lifting heavy crates found a few spurts escape into her padding anyways. With dampness covering her whole body, Zeina eventually gave up the fruitless task of feeling for if she needed changing.
Though she no longer had to keep a notebook, Zeina found herself still subconsciously keeping a record of all her leaks. It took until after lunchtime before she could feel a spurt escape into her Delicates and forget all about it just seconds later. Loading the trucks with crates of pistachios invited many such episodes. She had just felt a few drops escape when a bald colonel approached her sheepishly, with a sweat-covered list in his hand.
The man – Atwater – saluted. “General Masri, ma’am! I’d like to offer to load the – uh – pistachios, if you would please help do my job instead!”
“This better be good.” She beckoned for the crumpled checklist. Feminine hygiene at women’s apothecary. The word women’s was circled in red ink. What, they don’t let men in? “You couldn’t find anybody else?”
“I’m very sorry, ma’am, but I could not!” Atwater was holding a steely-eyed salute with such intensity that his face was turning red.
Whatever, makes a nice change of pace. “Start loading, colonel.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Atwater turned to the crates with some relief.
Aya showed the way, and there was not far to go. It was a hole in the wall with dirty glass and shelves crammed so close together that you had to turn sideways jut to navigate the myriad medicines. Just as Zeina arrived, a bearded old man left the store, clutching a little plastic bag. Atwater, you idiot.
The clerk was a young women dressed in the traditional garb. She stood up in attention as soon as she saw the uniformed Zeina enter the doorway.
“Good maw-ning!”, she said through a thick accent, despite the fact that noon had just passed. The rest of her conversation was to Aya only. The two unsmiling girls shot off a rapid-fire conversation while the clerk rummaged around the back room for a few big cardboard boxes, held together with a few haphazardly placed strips of masking tape. Zeina laid them before her feet one-by-one, tore off the seals, and checked their contents.
She couldn’t read any of the words on the packaging, but the pictures were all to familiar to her. Flowers, soft colors, a smiling woman, and a row of shaded-in droplets. Any pretense of the packages holding the usual products for “feminine hygiene” was dashed by the almost-hidden drawing of what was unmistakably a diaper. Zeina almost snarled. “Feminine hygiene”, huh? That’s your new word for it? But she had to let a cooler head prevail – after all, she couldn’t let the new “policy” slip to the clerk of Aya.
“Everything is in order”. She closed and sealed the box. The next box’s packages had replaced the tiny drawing of the diaper with a pad – but it was for same purpose, as told by the six out of ten shaded-in droplets that were colored a light yellow. The general almost chuckled. No bullshit! You’ll never see that in America.
Just as she was closing the boxes back up, Zeina was struck with the reminder that she might’ve exhausted all eight droplets of her own padding. She checked her watch – it had been almost four hours since Aya got her ice cream and she’d got a clean Delicates. Almost high time to leave then. Taking care to keep an empty expression, she asked Aya for the bathroom. Strangely, the girl seemed a little worried as she pointed out the dingy wooden door.
This bathroom was nothing like the one in Kroger. It stunk and was illuminated only by a skylight. The toilet was flushed with a chain – at least it flushes at all! But any complaints Zeina had about the facilities was suddenly made insignificant by the realization that she didn’t have any more Delicates in her backpack. What the hell!? She shook down the bag and reached into all the crevices that a clean pair of underwear could’ve hidden in, but came back empty-handed each time. Shoot, shoot! There wasn’t even a pad that she could use, and of course no such dispenser in a bathroom like this.
“Fuck!” Zeina groaned out loud. She was on the brink of stuffing half a roll of toilet paper down her fatigues when she suddenly remembered the packages she was ready to bring back. It can do! For once in her life, she was almost giddy at the thought of putting on a diaper.
In her beeline for the packages, Zeina had almost forgotten about her young interpreter. When the little girl chirped a greeting, the general’s heart almost jumped out her throat in surprise. Mercifully, her just-emptied bladder could spill no more drops of urine.
“Madame General Zeina, do we go now?”
“Ah – no, not yet”. A little bit of blush had made it onto her face.
Suddenly, Aya dropped her voice and her glare. “Madame General, erm… do you need any… help?”
Any help? Any help? “N-no, I just, uh… I lost … something in one of the packages”.
“Oh! Uh… I see”. Aya said no more. “Madame General, I will… I will go outside now”.
“Sure”. Thank goodness. Now she wouldn’t have to explain away the rest. And what could my excuse have been? Zeina made sure the clerk, too, was turned away as she quietly slashed open a package of diapers and slid a pair out with her fingers. Maybe I could’ve said… I’m looking for a secret message? She smiled at her quick thinking.
But thank you anyways, Aya. Zeina had grown to quite like the little girl. Good of her to leave me alone. A tinge of red remained on Zeina’s face as she tossed away her Delicates and pulled on the clinically-white pull-up. Shoot, this is the best they could do? Even the cheapest of supermarket diapers was better than this heavily crinkled and strangely bulky garment. The elastic waistband almost went above the waist of her fatigues. The smallest of movements twisted the paper-like padding. The soldiers are gonna get a riot out of these.
Still, Zeina Masri had never before been as relieved to put on a pair of underwear.
It didn’t take long for the hot day’s worth of drinks to catch up with Zeina. Though she’d emptied her canteen before embarking on the return trip, it only took a few minutes for the twinges in her stomach to tell her that her bladder was filling much faster than she would’ve wanted. The featureless desert, itself obscured by the huge clouds of dust kicked up by the convoy, offered Zeina nothing to take her mind off the mounting pressure. Even the soldiers had stopped singing in cadence, and now only erupted in raucous laughter every few seconds when somebody cracked a crude joke that Zeina couldn’t hear.
Aya had fallen asleep in her canvas jumpseat. The little girl, who’d no doubt been thrust headlong into a world of turmoil long before she’d had a chance to grow up, looked to Zeina a perfect image of tranquility. The armored car’s violent shudders and the battalion’s loud jeers did nothing to arouse Aya from her peaceful slumber. Each bump in the road shook her waiflike body despite the jumpseat’s restraints, until her head came to rest upon Zeina’s shoulder.
It’s almost like she’s my daughter. It had been years since Zeina’s commanders had last sent her to handle the local children. All of them had eventually realized that she was hardly better at winning their approval than the quick-tempered and foul-mouthed soldiers she led. Maybe I’m getting older – but maybe Aya’s just different. There was something about the stoic interpreter that had deeply resonated with her.
Aya’s warm head bouncing lightly on her shoulder seemed to be lulling Zeina to sleep. But years of service had made her too stout and too disciplined to ever catch a wink of rest during the day – despite the day’s labor and what should’ve been lingering jet-lag, she could not feel an ounce of fatigue in her body. She tried relaxing, focusing only on her breathing and letting her eyelids grow heavy, but that only turned her mind to the slight discomfort at her nether regions. The diaper she’d poached added nothing to her comfort. Try as she might by shifting around in her seat, Zeina could not work the scratchy padding into an unobtrusive location.
Her vain hope that sleep could slake her overactive bladder was suddenly dashed when a gust of cold air from the temperamental air conditioner rode up her pant legs and grazed her thigh. Zeina’s relaxed body left the sensation to a subconscious memory of the moments before she relieved herself: it took several long seconds for the general to rouse herself from her little slumber and reign in the stream of urine that she was carelessly loosening into her diaper. The episode has sent her sitting upright in consternation, much to the displeasure of Aya, who furrowed her brow and missed a breath but thankfully remained deep in sleep. That much was the only inkling of dignity that could be salvaged by Zeina, who had just discovered that her diaper’s papery padding did little to keep the feeling of wetness away from her skin.
Damnnit, they want us to wear these? Even though she knew that her return trip would not take much longer, Zeina couldn’t help but fret over the precarious situation in her fatigues. Her jubilation at having snatched the pull-ups had been totally forgotten and replaced with the prayer that the padding would last the time between now and a change into a pair of Delicates. The frustration was beginning to mount in her chest, part of it at her own carelessness in forgetting to pack an extra pair, but mostly at the brass who’d insisted that all her compatriots be equipped with – these.
Isobel – fucking – Weiss!
But Zeina caught herself before she could be too enraptured in anger at somebody who’d surely had little to do with the situation. With a sigh of resignation, she leaned forward in her seat and put her hands on her shaking knees, and put all her fortitude towards keeping herself as dry as possible before the trucks returned to the hangers at FOB Cherokee.
For once, a careful monitoring of liquid intake and a constant vigilance for keeping her control intact had made Zeina’s bladder unusually cooperative. The effort, however, was wasted on the dismal padding swelling between her thighs. Each time a spurt of urine escaped from her, Zeina was awash with the fresh dread that she would feel a patch of wetness in her seat. When the armored car at long last parked itself at the base’s staging grounds, she was convinced that even walking with her usual gait would send the diaper leaking all over her fatigues. Aya was still asleep, and Zeina had no intent of waking her as she whispered a goodbye and shuffled off towards the base’s reinforced doors, all the while ignoring all eye contact from the soldiers disembarking behind her.
Each step of the journey towards her room had Zeina’s thighs squeezing the swollen diaper at her crotch. She could almost feel the beads of urine seeping out the inexplicably paper-like padding each time it happened. Worse still, she still had a pressing need to empty herself, and the feeling of the soaked diaper was only building the stress at her sphincter. The only bit of solace she could take was in the halls being almost deserted at this hour. Almost deserted, until she rounded the final corner and was suddenly greeted by a familiar voice.
“General Masri! I have-”
“Not right now!” The words tumbled from Zeina’s mouth dripping with an unquenchable malice that had suddenly flared for Isobel Weiss. The anger subsided as fast as it had erupted, to be replaced with an embarrassment that painted the general’s face bright red. But whatever she had to think about Dr. Weiss was shoved aside by the pounding desperation which had seemingly compounded fivefold in five minutes. Her diaper’s perilous state forgotten, Zeina practically sprinted into towards her room. Her hand was on the bathroom’s doorknob when her the dam in her bladder finally broke.
Not – here! Zeina leapt towards the toilet and tore open the clasp on her belt, while her other hand rushed to yank her fatigues down to her ankles. Had she been wearing her Delicates, her outstretched fingers would’ve pulled them off as well, but the high elastic wasitband of the diaper was just outside her reach. There was no recourse – Zeina flung herself down onto the toilet with the pull-up still at her crotch, and emptied her bladder into the already soaked padding. It took barely a second for the hot urine to pour past the diaper’s sides and into the toilet bowl below with a loud patter. Zeina was too defeated to make any effort to stop herself from emptying her bladder into the overwhelmed diaper, even after the initial wave of relief subsided the disgust at what she was doing began mounting. It seemed an eternity before she was finally empty.
Zeina didn’t even look down as she dejectedly ripped apart the diaper at her waist and threw tit into the trash. She kept her glance far away from her diaper as she wiped the urine from her buttocks and flushed away the urine that had spilled from the padding. As she went to put on a pair of Delicates, she tried her utmost to force the memory from her head. Had it been any other day, perhaps the endeavor would’ve been successful – but today she had the 1600 to attend to.
The 1600… about the diapers.
As with most meetings Zeina had attended over the years, the 1600 contained not a single soul who wished to be there, and would no doubt conclude with everybody wanting their past hour of life back. Isobel Weiss was the first to speak, dressed in a crisp white dress uniform and speaking in jargon with an air of haughty professionalism, none of which endeared her even a bit to the increasingly incredulous audience. Next was the quartermaster, whose long presentation about the procurement and usage guidelines for the “new equipment” featured only the terminology prescribed by the army. Zeina could watch as the soldiers’ confusion turned into dismay as the true nature of their “new equipment” for “feminine hygiene” settled in. Half an eternity passed before the rotund woman finished her speech, in which time all optimism in the audience’s faces had been utterly erased.
If there was any lingering doubt that the Pentagon had decided to issue diapers for the women, Zeina was there to erase it. She gave a few half-hearted lines of praise for the room’s exemplary bravery, followed by an explanation of the blow to national security that was using a piss jug in the field. When she was through with dispensing the bullshit, it was time for her coup de grace. From behind the podium, she procured the folded garment held in a ziploc bag. It was unmistakably a diaper.
“I have here-” she unfolded and held up the garment for all the room to glare at “-an example of the new equipment that you will be issued”.
Half the room was scowling and the other half was still in shock. It’s going great.
“You will only need to wear this on missions. It’s worn as a replacement for your underwear. And – it’ll look and feel just like underwear.” It took all of Zeina’s strength to not burst into bitter laughter upon delivering those three words.
The worst was yet to come. “In fact -” Zeina looked down at her pants and unclipped her belt. Not a soul moved in the room. She tugged at her fatigues and gave the grand display straight out of a bad TV commercial.
“- I’m wearing one right now”. There it was, for the room to see: General Zeina Masri, with her pants at her knees, clad in a diaper worn over black compression shorts”.
Kill. Me. Now.
A big bonus had been paid for this very moment. Hope you enjoyed that kickback, you fucking Pentagon scum. Zeina was awash with disgust, but had to put on a stoic and cheery face as she looked towards the audience. It hadn’t prepared her for the absolute contempt with which she was affixed.
She’d always hated public speaking, but this was the worst experience yet. Her brain, already pounding with the embarrassment of all this, was suddenly sent into a flurry of nervousness. The hour and half since her last bathroom visit suddenly caught up with her. Standing in front of fifty livid faces, with her pants around her ankles, showing off her diaper to a crowd, Zeina suddenly felt an enormous heaviness rise in her bladder. She was pulling her pants back up when the nervous spurt of pee escaped – into the Delicates that she was wearing underneath the compression shorts.
She cracked a grimace to hide her blush. Her Delicates were more than capable of hiding the leak, but Zeina could not remember being so mortified in her life. At least the audience, who were none the wiser about their beloved general’s incontinence, shared in her chagrin. Their glares suddenly became a source of comfort to Zeina. Isobel Weiss would’ve been shot by now.
By the time she stiffened herself up to deliver a few stilted closing remarks, Zeina couldn’t feel a drop of wetness at her crotch. The terrible diaper she had just demonstrated crumpled around her legs, but at least she had no use for the padding this time. Fuck, It just had to remind me! The room gave a pained round of applause at her speech’s conclusion and rose from their seats, ready to troop back to their barracks and curse out everybody who’d come up with this hare-brained plan. Even before they left the room, Zeina had already made out the refrain that she must’ve felt great, since nobody forced her to wear diapers.
I need a cold shower.
She was ready to troop off to her room and pretend this meeting had never occurred when the hand tapped her shoulder. “General Masri?”
“… what is it, Isobel?” Zeina gritted her teeth.
“I’m… I’m awfully sorry about this, but… may I ask if you can in to my office?” The fear and concern in Dr. Weiss’s voice melted Zeina a bit.
“Alright”, she answered with little enthusiasm.
Isobel Weiss had too many years’ experience dealing with unruly patients, but nothing could pain her more than angering the always collected and professional General Zeina Masri. She was the type that could only be made angry by an utterly unforgivable mistake. Patients as good as her were rarer than diamonds, and Isobel had no intention of shattering the diamond that was Zeina Masri. Nevertheless, today she could feel the tension in her gut.
On the walk to her office, she played with the thought of calling everything off. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot I had another meeting! Or maybe, I just needed to check your vaccines are up to date! But she couldn’t work up the courage to pester the General now, just to call her back tomorrow. No, the question had to be broached today, right here and right now.
“General Masri…it’s about the…the tracker that I gave you. I couldn’t help but notice a… lapse in the recording… would you, erm, know why that might have happened?”
She heaved a sigh of relief when Zeina did not immediately fly into a fit of rage. On the contrary, her expression was as blank and patient as ever. “Oh – yeah, I took it off when I was in town”. She produced the device from her pocket.
Isobel was about to cheerfully conclude the appointment when General Masri suddenly furrowed her brow. “Wait – how can you tell?”
With a little too much jubilation, Isobel let the truth tumble from her mouth. “Right – it’s a little feature that I added – the tracker can be paired to a receiver, this one, right here – and still collect data. Oh, but, I had forgotten to give it to you, so I gave it to the interpreter girl, what was she called…”
“Aya?” The anger with which General Masri spat the name almost made Isobel wet herself in fear. “You gave it to Aya?”
“Yes! I mean – I gave it to Aya, yes, but please! General Masri, please understand, I can assure you that Aya knew nothing, I mean, I just told her to take it with her – you see, I thought she would be closest to you…”
She gave it to Aya. The little girl who she’d given ice cream to, who was so young and so jaded, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder…
Isobel’s words were drowned out by the memories rushing back. “Madame General, do you need any help?” Help with what? With going to the toilet? And the packages in the apothecary…
“Isobel Weiss. I will only ask you this once.”
The doctor gulped and took a step back.
“General Masri, please…”
The word had just come off Isobel Weiss’s lips when the ear-piercing siren drowned out the rest of her protest. Suddenly, the entire medical bay was engulfed in the a blinding red light coming from the strobe on the wall. Dr. Weiss’s eyes bulged even bigger and her face became as white as her coat.
Take cover!
Zeina Masri forgot her squabble in that moment. With the force of pure reflex, she pulled Isobel Weiss down into her arms, and threw her body back with the smaller woman in tow. She barely even felt the impact of their combined weight on the hard linoleum floor, and had not an inkling of the spurt of urine that the landing had worked from her bladder. Isobel’s indiscriminate scream was cut short by an earsplitting explosion which shook Zeina to her bone. Acting on pure adrenaline, she yanked the petrified doctor towards a bed, and pushed her bodily underneath the sparse protection provided by the mattress.
Isobel was rendered almost unconscious by fear. Zeina was not so lucky. She could feel every ounce of the terror that she’d thought a figment of her past rise up in her body and spill out her mouth. Five years ago, she would’ve known to hunker down and clench her teeth, but this time she couldn’t help but scream. She’d long ago wet herself in terror, and in her prone position, her Delicates were all too easily overwhelmed by the uncontrolled stream of pee. The hot urine spilled past her soft padding and into her compression shorts, which managed to divert the stream away from the standard-issue diaper that she’d just shown off to her compatriots. Though she was wearing two articles for her incontinence, Zeina’s fatigues were soon blotted with a growing stain of her pee.
The second explosion landed. Closer, more powerful, and it shattered the last bit of Zeina’s composure. For the first time in two, almost three years, she emptied her bowels in fear, into a garment that had never been designed for that sort of accident. The brown mush pushed past the useless cloth Delicates and into her compression shorts, again rendering the diaper she wore over it entirely useless. Not that Zeina noticed it, so enraptured was she in total terror. A third explosion rocked the world. She cupped her hand over her ears and screamed again. The fourth explosion was the last one. The alarms kept screaming, and men all around her were shouting, jumping into their trucks and tanks and arming their mortars for a retaliatory strike, but Zeina only noticed that peace, finally, had returned to the world.
Isobel awoke with no idea where she was. The sounds of mayhem were crashing all around her, and her head was spinning. She was sideways – lying on her side, on the ground. There was a muted pain in her right shoulder. Something putrid was in the air. She felt a wetness all along the side of her pants.
Oh no, I’ve wet myself! With what seemed to be the last of her strength, she moved a hand to her crotch. Dry. No, I haven’t. It suddenly dawned on her – My blood! But a sideways glance found no growing pool of crimson. Instead, it found a familiar face.
“General Masri!” It all came rushing back to her. Something – something terrible had happened. Zeina Masri was there when it happened. General Masri had – General Masri had saved her, of course!
“General Masri!” She said it again, her voice full of joy, through the tears that were forming at her eyes. She let herself be consoled by Zeina Masri’s stable, fearless voice. For a minute, maybe ten minutes, or a year, Isobel Weiss sobbed at the exhilaration of it all. She was being shaken – Zeina Masri was shaking her – and she finally decided to raise her head from her face.
“Doctor Weiss, you’re OK, you’re OK. You’ll probably have see some patients. I – I have to go change.”
Isobel propped herself up onto her hands. Her left hand sat in a puddle of something warm. Her blurred vision refocused, just in time to see Zeina Masri walk away with a stain on the back of her fatigues. The putrid smell lingered for just a few moments after the general closed the door. She looked down at her body, finding no pool of blood erupting from a great gash. Her left leg was wet and warm, but her crotch was dry. She examined the puddle – a puddle of yellow liquid.
Zeina?
Her mind turned away from Zeina the general, Zeina the bulwark, Zeina the sentinel, who had just saved her entire world. It turned towards Zeina the patient, the one who had come in six years ago with a dampened pad in her panties, the one who she’d first supplied with extra pads, then incontinence pads, then diapers, and had eventually went and bought the fancy absorbent panties that were being advertised on TV. Zeina Masri, Diagnosis: Incontinence.
Edited April 3, 2021 by Present
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This winter my husband and I decided to take a vacation to Florida with his family, the place we went wasn’t the warmest place in Florida and because of this it was not very crowded (luckily, especially with the pandemic) at the time I was 7 months pregnant but I wasn’t too concerned with traveling because we were within a days drive of home. I already had a pretty small bladder before pregnancy (I think I might have mild overactive bladder) and the pressure of the baby has made my need to pee pretty constant. Sometimes I can hold it but sometimes I might need to pee every hour while awake, especially if she’s kicking.
I’m quite shy and had been trying to hide how often I used the bathroom by slipping in quietly during busy moments but often still had to excuse myself during dinner ect. This wasn’t much of an issue at condo we stayed in but I didn’t think to ask if there was a bathroom at the beach. (Spoiler alert, there was not) it was about a 8 ish minute walk from the beach which was nice but still out of the way enough to be annoying. We decided to go the whole day after breakfast, bring lunch, chairs, just enjoy the fresh air, and come home for dinner.
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I wore a pretty blue sundress and straw hat with a bow that day, my hair was in a braid and getting golden from the sun. I’m a rather petit and slender person but my belly was starting to get pretty big and none of my other clothes would fit anymore. Of course I went pee right before leaving because I am prepared (haha) but about 45 minutes after leaving I started to feel that familiar pressure. We were all sipping water to stay hydrated, and it was catching up with me.
Everyone was having a good time and I didn’t want to leave so I tried to stick it out and though maybe I could make it another 30 min to not take too many bathroom breaks, but after another 15 I started to feel desperate. I didn’t want to squirm because I want to make a good impression but it felt kinda obvious that I needed to go. I politely excused myself and tried to walk up the boardwalk as gracefully as I could with an overly full bladder and swollen baby belly. The walk was painful and the movement made my bladder ache. As I got to the front door I felt my desperation go into overdrive at the thought of emptying. Since no one was around I freely crossed my legs and held myself, bouncing as I turned the key.
I awkwardly waddled to the bathroom and with the door in sight, I felt a sneeze come on. I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs tight. “Ahhhh... ahhh...ahhhh..Aahhhchoo!” This was too much for my poor body to handle as I felt a large gush in my underwear. I dashed for the toilet, feeling like I could barely hold back. As soon as I sat down I pulled my undies to the side and peed a heavy stream, sighing with relief.
my underwear was pretty soaked so I washed up my legs with water and changed them, mortified I had peed myself. There were small drips on the hallway floor I cleaned up as well.
Ch 2
I got back to the beach feeling flustered but comforted by the gentle kicking of my baby, reminding me she was happily growing inside me. I laid on a blanket with my husband and we chatted with his family and built sand castles. There was only one problem, about 30 minutes in I already needed to pee! It wasn’t unbearable but it felt so uncomfortable. My babies kicking plus my previous accident had made my bladder so sensitive and irritated, not to mention water goes straight through me but I had to keep hydrated. I tried to put it out of my mind but I could feel myself filling quickly and the urge growing stronger every minute. I was so embarrassed at the idea of excusing myself only 45 minutes after the first time, and I started thinking of ways I could make an excuse to return to the house.
I then had a brilliant idea, I decided the house was too far and I didn’t want to risk having another accident or drawing attention to my embarrassing situation. So I was going to sneak off and pee on the beach.
It was a long strip of beach as far as the eye could see. At first I though there was nowhere to hide, so it couldn’t work but I had a better idea, pee right in the water, with no one noticing.
I stood up and faked interest in looking at shells on the ground, and slowly wandered off, as I got further I picked up pace, feeling desperate from the sounds of the water and promise of relief. (Sort of excited too if you know what I mean) I made my way down until I could barely make out anything anyone was doing back at our towels. I waited for strangers to slowly pass by, bouncing from foot to foot. The urge hit me so strongly and I couldn’t hold myself so I quickly closed my knees as a tiny spurt of pee hit my dry panties. After they passed I quickly/stealthily as I could removed my underwear then waded into the water. As soon as my toes touched cold ocean it was too much and I shuddered, feeling a warm stream begin to trickle down my leg. once the water level was almost touching the hem of my dress I turned my back to the beach and let out a forceful stream sighing a huge sigh of relief, I swear my eyes rolled back haha. I pretended to play wading in the waves to clean myself up (yay off-season!) Then put on my undies before returning to the family. The damage wasn’t too bad, a quarter sized wet patch on my panties, no one but me would know. “No shells?” My husband asked cheerfully. I laughed and said, there were some cool ones but bending down is a bit tough right now!
Ch 3
I was feeling great and slightly turned on after stealth peeing in the ocean and decided that was my perfect plan for the remainder of our vacation (it did work out for me a few more times throughout the week) however I also felt a little concerned because my bladder capacity felt smaller than ever and I had never leaked as badly as earlier, or twice in a day.
We ate a delicious lunch, had some sparkling waters, and after an hour and a half were close to packing up. My husband and his brother were off playing in the waves, and his dad was trying out a new metal detector. I stayed back with his mother relaxing in chairs and we got to talking about life, kids, random things. I always got along with her quite well.
I felt like I might want to go relieve myself in the ocean again but before I could find an excuse to wander off she suggested we start getting ready to head back. Like I said earlier I always want to make a good impression with family so I offered to help pack up and despite her insisting I relax I did some light stuff and put away food, folded blankets and that kind of thing. We finished packing and we’re waiting for the rest of the family. I didn’t want to wander off in case we left soon but I didn’t want to be rude by returning to the house early, so I sat a little longer and chatted more and squirmed a bit in my seat. The lemon from the sparkling water had irritated my bladder and I felt a few spasms that made my cross my legs. After about 10 minutes of waiting for the family to gather again I was feeling desperate. My urge to pee was so strong and my bladder felt tired and cramped by my baby. I started to worry about having an accident if I didn’t leave soon and my face must have shown it. My mother in law peered at me and asked if I’m ok. I smiled and told her I need to pee blushing super hard as I said it. “Aw you poor thing!” She exclaimed sympathetically, “I remember what it felt like having these two, not easy” I don’t think she realized how bad it was until a few minutes later my foot started bouncing. My bladder felt so swollen and tired, I didn’t want to move for fear my muscles might unclench. My baby gave a tiny kick and I felt my pelvic muscles release, letting out a little stream. I crossed my legs super hard and managed to stop it but not before making a small wet patch on on my butt. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed “but I don’t think I can hold it any longer I’m going to walk back to the house” my mother in law laughed and said smiling “no need to explain honey we will meet you there!”
My face was burning red as I walked away because I could tell there was an orange sized wet patch on the back of my dress. I got further away and with my back turned from our family and rubbed my hands on my lower belly/thighs as I tried to walk calmly, not caring if strangers saw me squirm from a distance. My arms curved around my swollen belly to reach down, wanting to badly to grab my self but hesitating. It ached with my steps and I couldn’t do anything to jolt my body too much. It felt like the end of my peehole was the only tiny gate keeping it from all steaming out. When my bladder would spasm I’d have to stop and squeeze my legs together so hard. But 3/4 of the way home the urge hit me so strong I couldn’t stop a few short spurts from coming out. my legs shook I instinctively grabbed myself and it gushed out on the front of my dress. I felt the warmth and wetness hit my fingers, desperately trying to hold it back. That small release felt so good that I almost let out even more. But I danced from foot to foot with my knees together tight and my finger pressed right on my peehole. Somehow I stopped the spurts with little palm sized stain now on the front of my dress. I desperately searched around for a place to squat but it was all residential with small yards and busy streets. There was no parked cars on the road to duck behind, and I was too embarrassed for someone to see me pee in the street. I can make it home I told myself.
I approached the intersection right before our condo. There was no crosswalk or traffic light, but that wasn’t a problem in the daytime because it was very calm, however now... it was rush hour. I gently rocked from foot to foot waiting for a non existent break in traffic, fighting not to hold myself. After 3 minutes of agony two drivers slowed and stopped for me (yay for pregnancy) I tried to walk slowly but didn’t want to hold up traffic so I picked up the pace the best I could. My bladder was 100% at capacity, I knew I was less than 10 minutes from completely losing control and I felt a huge spurt in my underwear as I stepped on the curb, I grabbed myself, back turned to the road and somehow stopped it but not soon enough. It overflowed and soaked the soft cotton of my panties and made the fabric of my dress saturated and heavy under my fingers the warm sensation caused me to moan in agony/pleasure at the small and fleeting relief. The wet spot on the front of my dress was larger than a grapefruit now and between my legs felt moist. A few small drops of pee trickled down my inner thighs from my saturated undies, sending shivers up my spine. I reached the front door. This had always been my trigger to feel desperate, even before pregnancy, I would do the keys in the door dance as I searched in my purse after work, no matter if I had to go 5 minutes before. This was the worst possible timing to have that problem.
I thought I had time but I suddenly felt mere seconds away from uncontrollably pissing myself. I desperately held my crotch, legs crossed wiggling and squirming bouncing myself up and down as my other hand searched for the keys in my purse. The bathroom was one door down from the exit. I can make it I can make oh my god I moaned where are my keys oh my god I can’t hold it I have to go so bad where the frick are my keys I’m not gonna make it. My fingers felt my keys and as I triumphantly pulled them out of the bag I felt the seal break in my pants, with a gush and warm trickle, the keys slipped and fell onto the ground.
I knew there was no way I could grab them now but I still reached down. No no no ohhh ahhh I can’t hold it come on keys! I twisted and squirmed and did all I could to hold back but my body had enough and my need to pee was so strong I was completely overwhelmed. I let out a huge moan as I felt my pee burst out and my throbbing bladder release itself full force into my undies. I could feel a huge uncontrollable stream rush out of me and into my hands, quickly soaking anything in its path and steaming down my legs and onto the ground. I tried to stop, eyes closed and moaning but it was impossible my moans turned into sighs of relief as I felt the pressure rush out of me and the warmth felt quite good, my body shivered with pleasure, it felt so good to pee. Ohhh god ahhhh my head tilted back in ecstasy and my mouth opened. I didn’t want to leave a puddle but I felt every last drop trickle out onto the the ground no matter what I did. I leaned on the wall breathing heavy and enjoying the feeling of relief and then slowly bent down to pick up my keys, now wet. I looked behind me and in the distance our family was heading back. I was so embarrassed and quickly grabbed a large bowl of water to throw on the porch. I was at least fast enough to wash away my pee with water but none the less the wet porch was a dead giveaway and they definitely caught a short glimpse of my soaked dress as I slipped into the bathroom for a shower and change of clothes. My husband asked me about it later when we were alone and comforted me, although he knows this is my fetish so he knew it wasn’t so bad for me. I was still embarrassed about people besides him knowing it happened, but at least they didn’t witness the accident and I had a little fun!
Everyone besides my husband pretended nothing happened which I honestly appreciated since that’s less embarrassing, although my mother in law was extra nice to me that night which was very sweet, and I don’t mind her knowing as much since it’s somewhat common for pregnant women.
Luckily I didn’t have any other big accidents for the rest of our vacation, I became less secretive about how often I needed to pee because it’s less embarrassing than what happens when I try to hide it! We ended up joking about how often it was and my husbands family was very accommodating and always made sure I had a place to take bathroom breaks wherever we went ❤️
I did have one or two more small leaks just from putting it off, and no one found out about (I think) I started wearing a pad. On our way home I had a large leak from drinking too much water in the car! My need to pee got a lot worse as i got closer to 9 months! Also glad to say we have a healthy baby girl now
Thanks if you read the whole story! Sorry for any typos I’m not a professional writer and wrote this in one night, just having fun : ) I may have accidentally said boyfriend and husband interchangeably, we have been married a few months but dated a very long time so it’s funny to transition what I refer to him as!
Edited April 4, 2021 by Missylyn
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I decided to give writing fanfic a shot. I apologize now for the length--hopefully it'll be worth the read. As for the pictures, they're all in-game screen captures. No photo editing was used. Anything that might look like something is purely from the game rendering its shadows and stuff. Just use a hint of your imagination to fill in the rest! 😉
BACKGROUND:
X-Com: Enemy Unknown (and its expansion pack Enemy Within) is a 2012 turn-based game where you control a group of soldiers fighting aliens. The game is a remake of its 1994 iteration of the same name (UFO: Enemy Unknown in Europe).
The following fanfic takes most aspects from the 2012 (mostly the pictures) but will pull in minor details from the 1994 version. The names and appearances of characters depicted in this fanfic were generated randomly by the game.
The story and characters in the fanfic are all fictional; any similarities to them are purely coincidental.
The Amazons
ARC 1:
It has been about five months since the alien invasion. People around the world are still on edge—stories of alien abductions and terrorizations are now sadly becoming the norm. At any moment, one of these events can happen almost anywhere—no one in the world is safe.
Most governments quickly put away their differences in effort to work together to repel the aliens. It was difficult at first, with countries arguing and blaming each other about whose responsibility it was. A compromise was reached, and X-Com was formed—an elite military organization, with soldiers from around the world trained in combating the aliens.
As the alien threat continued to grow, so did X-Com. Despite the uncertainty, people and their governments had faith in X-Com. Its continued funding helped X-Com established its second base in Europe only three months after its inception—with another base ready to open in Africa in another month, with Asia slated to follow.
While the North America base can claim its right to being the first to be operational, the European team’s reputation has outpaced their North American counterparts. The European team’s skills and tactics were more advanced. What is also unique about the European team is that all everyone was female—their chemistry and ability to work seamlessly together has garnered them the nickname, “The Amazons”.
Camille “DOA” Goosens leads the team. As team leader, Camille is responsible for everything about her team, on and off the field.
Donatella “Stacks” Mancini was an aspiring athlete before she changed careers into policing. Her stamina and physique helped her transition easily when she decided to change careers again into being an X-Com solider.
Normally quiet and reserved, Ji Min “Vita” Kwan studied in Europe and eventually settled there. Her knack in archery helped her transition smoothly into giving support fire for her teammates.
Galena “Ice” Vinogradova and Alexand “Zero” Ilyushina are close friends from childhood. Having endured many experiences together as they grew up, it is not surprising to see them both becoming snipers, taking out aliens stealthily and effectively for the team.
Last is the newest member of the team, Esmerelda “Cobra” Dominguez, who heeded the call to join X-Com after her family was killed during an alien invasion. Her hotheadedness has gotten the better of her on a few occasions, but the team has always managed to get her out. A debrief and unofficial reprimands usually follow, but Camille’s team approach into taming Esmerelda’s wild side seems to be making her into a better soldier.
With progress also comes setback. While some cases are tame, others are dire. Unbeknownst to the Amazons, fate’s intervention tonight with a near-death experience serves as a stark reminder of the dangers being an X-Com soldier, along with the unintended consequence of true fear.
ARC 2:
“C’mon ladies! We gotta go! Move move move!”
Camille seldomly barked out her orders, but HQ has just informed her that there was another alien terroristic mission.
The team has conducted back-to-back missions before, but lately it has been more frequent. Perhaps this was the aliens’ way of pushing back against everything the Amazons had accomplished so far.
After running back to the extraction point, the Amazons managed to catch their breaths. Skyranger was positioning itself as it prepared to open its doors. Running, evading, and carrying weapons and equipment were more than enough to make anyone sweat. The Amazons were no exception. The windblast from Skyranger helped cool the team off, as well as help dry their uniforms infused with their sweat.
Skyranger got as close to the ground as it could and held its position, hovering as it opened its aft door. One by one, each member hopped into Skyranger, sat down, and buckled themselves in. Esmerelda was the last to hop in, but Camille was the last to sit down after assuring all her soldiers were accounted for.
“Cobra…” Camille said, as she sat down buckling herself on the bench.
“Ma’am?” Esmerelda asked.
“You’re not buckled in,” Camille stated.
“Oh. I-I’m sorry”, apologized Esmerelda.
Usually, Esmerelda would obey a direct order. She started to grab each end of the buckling strap but hesitated to insert the buckle into the other end.
“Is there a problem?” Camille asked.
“Well…” Esmerelda stuttered.
She looked around. Esmerelda was sitting on the far end of the bench, with Camille directly across from her. The rest of the team were taking this opportunity to take a breather. Ji Min had her eyes closed. Donatella was wiping down her gun. Galena and Alexand were chatting with each other. It seemed that only Camille was paying attention to her, despite the noticeable background noise of Skyranger’s engine flying to their next mission.
“Esmerelda?” Camille asked again, still waiting for an answer.
“Sorry ma’am. I…um…these seatbelts. They don’t adjust very well. I can’t extend them any longer to fit over all my duty gear,” explained Esmerelda.
Camille had a puzzled look on her face. “It’s never stopped you before. Is something broken?”
“Well…no…not really…” Esmerelda said shyly.
“So what’s the problem?” Camille seemed a bit irritated.
“…It’s…pushing up against…my…bladder,” Esmerelda said under her breath.
“Oh…”. Camille’s irritation dissipated. She understood the circumstances of what Esmerelda was going through.
The team barely completed their third mission before being dispatched to another one. It’s been hot and humid in Europe lately, requiring extra hydration. But perhaps the worst of all was that Skyranger was a hand-me-down from X-Com North America—and the small restroom onboard has been out of service ever since its transfer. Camille had put in an order to HQ to fix it, but their priorities were focused on other things.
“I’m sorry Cobra…but it’s against regulations to not buckle up during a flight. And it’s also for your safety,” Camille explained, as empathetic as possible.
“R…right. I’m sorry ma’am,” responded Esmerelda. She seemed defeated. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, sucked it in, and sat up in her seat as she fastened the buckle over her gear.
Camille saw the discomfort on Esmerelda’s face after the buckle engaged. Trying to help put Esmerelda’s mind on other things, Camille asked the pilot about the status of their next mission before relaying a briefing to her team.
“Another 17 minutes, ma’am! Might be more if we encounter turbulence! I’ve already told HQ that this is the last trip! I don’t have enough fuel to get back if there’s another mission!” the pilot informed her.
Camille got off her earpiece. She looked back at her team. They looked as ready as they could be under the current situation. Even Esmerelda did her best to focus on the mission at hand, but Camille knew otherwise. She saw her fist clench up. Then, her knees and legs bounced up and down. Finally, she closed her eyes as placed her hands near her crotch—classic signs of “I need to pee”.
Camille didn’t make it a habit to lie or otherwise deceive others unless necessary for the success of a mission. She wanted to comfort her team that after this mission, they could all finally find some relief.
Camille knew all her soldiers were tough. They’ve endured a lot in the past three months and overcame many obstacles, such as strategically flanking aliens despite overwhelming odds and successful bomb disposals.
But Camille also understood Esmerelda’s predicament. It’s a different type of toughness. Sure, it’s not a life or death situation, but an elite X-Com soldier having an accident? The humiliation that follows? The stigma? Camille still had the duty to ensure her soldiers represented X-Com in the limelight. What if someone photographed one of her teammates who wet themselves? What if aliens also knew? Would they use this somehow in some sort of psychological warfare? Being the team leader, Camille had to think about these types of things.
Camille was also well-aware of X-Com’s unique choice of colors on their uniforms—black, dark brown, and white. She remembered that this topic was covered briefly during her orientation—X-Com included the color white as a symbol of hope to the people of Earth.
The uniform itself was very comfortable—a blend of synthetic fibers that included specialized Kevlar manufactured exclusively for X-Com, protecting a soldier’s vital organs for the torso. Another set of everyday fibers, spandex and polyester, made up the bottom portion of the uniform. It served two purposes: allowing maximum movement for soldiers in the field and wicking away moisture. But a full-blown accident? Not even advanced alien technology was good enough to completely absorb that.
Camille thought briefly for a moment. She needed to choose her words carefully in delivering a mission brief to her team. While she was an optimist, she would never offer false hope.
ARC 3:
Camille bore her team’s sighs and moans of frustration. They weren’t thrilled that they were embarking on a rescue. Hostages are difficult to work with. They are indeed grateful to be saved—after all the chaos has ensued. Hostages are fearful and generally uncooperative, believing X-Com rescue mission are another alien ploy.
“Amazons! This is not acceptable. As difficult as some hostages can be, we are here to save them. Is that understood?” Camille affirmed.
“Yes ma’am!” the team replied in unison.
“Okay! We’re going to touch down in five minutes! Positions!” Camille instructed.
The team unbuckled and positioned themselves. Camille noticed Esmerelda was the first to shed her buckle, sighing in relief as she did. Her position was to bring up the rear, meaning she would be the last one to get off the ship. Esmerelda usually waited for the rest of the team to get into position before unseating herself, but the pressure in her bladder has been slowly building.
“Shit! Turbulence! Hold on ladies!” Skyranger’s pilot yelled out.
Esmerelda was barely in her position when a sudden jolt occurred. She failed to grasp a handle as she lost her balance and fell on her rear. Esmerelda felt a sudden warmth of dampness before she somehow managed to clench her muscles up. She knew immediately what had happened. She looked down briefly. When she saw the white part of her uniform pants that was her crotch was darkened, her heart started to beat faster and harder. She had just peed herself, even if it was just a bit.
The rest of the team, despite holding on, also fell victim to the violent jerk.
Luckily for Esmerelda, Ji Min’s “Ow!” caught the attention of the others.
“You alright Vita?” Camille asked.
“I think I pulled my arm.” Ji Min replied.
“Will you be alright?” Camille continued.
“Yes ma’am. I should be good. I’ll just have to be careful. Or use my other arm.” Ji Min was never one to displease Camille or her team.
“No, I want you to stay back,” Camille said.
As Esmerelda got back to her feet, she also caught another quick glimpse to survey the damage. Her rear was damp, with it getting moistier towards the inseam of her pants. Though she didn’t wet herself completely, she assumed there would be some visible damage.
“Cobra! Up front!” ordered Camille.
Esmerelda felt conflicted. This was finally an opportunity she hoped for, proving to her teammates that she can play a more pivotal role. But she also was aware that she had inadvertently soaked her uniform pants with her urine just a few seconds ago. Her mind never raced so fast before, balancing her embarrassment against eagerness. After a few seconds that seemed like a few hours, Esmerelda’s ultimately embarrassment won.
“A-are you sure ma’am? I mean Vita says she’s good. Maybe next time?” Esmerelda said.
Camille gave Esmerelda a look. She was about to say something when Ji Min, trying to keep everyone calm again reiterated her status.
“Ma’am, I’m really okay. I can use my other arm to shoot. That’s why we go through all this training. Cobra might be a tired. I know we all are but that last jolt really got my adrenaline going now.”
Ji Min knew exactly what to say, or perhaps Camille, being tired herself, relented.
“Alright. But just be careful Vita. Cobra! Back in place. Get ready Amazons!” Camille said.
Esmerelda, though disappointed she passed up an opportunity, was relieved she would be bringing up the team’s rear. When Skyranger finally touched down, its doors opened and the Amazons began their rescue mission. Esmerelda took a few extra seconds on Skyranger before hopping off and joining the rest of her team. She looked over her shoulder, turning her torso and pivoting her leg to get a better glimpse of her rear. It was confirmed—though she only had a partial view, Esmerelda clearly saw wet spot at the back of her pants. She was relieved to have been able to persuade Camille to let her remain at her position for fear that someone would have seen her wet pants.
Arc 4:
“Cover us!” Donatella yelled.
Sounds of thunder that echoed loudly were actually shots from Galena’s and Alexand’s sniper rifles. For the first time, the Amazons seemed to be struggling. A new type of alien never encountered before upped the ante—it was a large, hulking beast in menacing red armor. Whatever firearms it lacked was clearly made up for in its brute strength and agility.
In the first few minutes of engaging this new alien, the Amazons had failed to stop it with their weapons. In fact, attacking it seemed only to make it more agitated and “berserk”. In its rage, it swung its arms violently and seemingly attacked a Sectoid, flinging its body like a ragdoll against a brick wall, killing it instantly. It then refocused its newfound rage and charged towards the Amazons.
The Amazons recognized a new strategy was needed. They shifted from offense to defense after they dodged the alien’s attack. Unfortunately, the team was also split up as a result. The alien ended up charging into a car and crashing into it, leaving it momentarily dazed.
Ji Min injured her arm further when diving out of the alien’s charge. Camille quickly helped her up and retreated with her back to Skyranger.
Alexand and Galena took off running into the distance of a convenience store. As they ran up to the side of the building, Alexand turned around. Her hands clasped together, ready to boost Galena up onto the roof. Galena quickly anchored herself and leaned over the side, extending her arm for Alexand to grab. Alexand took a running start and jumped as high as she could. As soon as contact was made, Galena pulled Alexand up onto the building with her. They were safe for now being on high ground. More importantly, they had a vantage point of the beastly alien, as they positioned themselves to cover fire.
Esmerelda and Donatella ran opposite from the beast’s wreckage. The adrenaline rush had kicked in for everyone on the team, enabling them to get away from this alien and prepare their counterattack. Esmerelda’s desperation subsided for the moment, with her mind concentrated on taking out this alien.
“Go go go!!!” Donatella yelled.
Alexand and Galena’s covering fire could only pin down the alien for a few moments before it realized Donatella and Esmerelda were the closer, easier prey.
With Camille out of range, Donatella was the senior officer. She did what Camille would do—getting everyone out of danger. The moment was intense—Esmerelda responded only by following Donatella in running for better cover. It has been awhile since Esmerelda lost focus. She was blindly following Donatella, who fortunately was able to recognize a building about 100 yards away.
At about 50 yards out, Esmerelda could feel a thumping sound. Without looking, she knew it was the alien, giving chase.
“Run!!!” Alexand and Galena both screamed at their teammates, warning them about the approaching beast.
“Shit!” Donatella’s mighty boot was not enough to kick down the door. Without hesitating, she lowered her gun to the doorknob and pulled the trigger.
Arc 5:
*click*. Empty. One of the worse sounds a soldier can hear during a middle of a gunfight. In the chaos, Donatella had forgot to reload her primary weapon.
Esmerelda saw the predicament just as she caught up to Donatella. She was shocked. If she had a cooler mind, Esmerelda would have shot down the door in Donatella’s stead. But the lost of focus transitioning into panic clouded her mind.
But Donatella didn’t give up. She immediately let go of her rifle, letting the sling catch onto her neck as drew her backup sidearm. With two hands, she aimed dead center at the doorknob and pulled the trigger.
The doorknob exploded from the close impact of the shot. Donatella kicked the door again, now met with success.
“COBRA!!!”
Donatella and Esmerelda looked behind them—there it was. The alien. It caught up to them.
Esmerelda was face to face with this alien beast. It was huge. It looked even more menacing up-close. For the first time in her short two-month tenure at X-Com, Esmerelda completed froze up. Her eyes widened and pupils dilated to take in as much information as her brain could process.
In the second that followed, the alien let out a thunderous roar. The noise shattered what remaining confidence Esmerelda had left. Her body reverted to the most primal instincts of fight or flight. Some muscles tensed up while others did not. Esmerelda’s neck tensed up, forcing her to focus on the threat in front of her. Her hands and arms also clenched up, gripping her weapon as tightly as possible—its firepower being the only thing to stop the alien.
This natural response also meant Esmerelda’s body sacrificed other non-pertinent organs and muscles in the process. Unfortunately, this included her bladder. Despite all the training, discipline, and earlier adrenaline rushes, Esmerelda could no longer hold in all the liquid content in her bladder.
Like a floodgate first being raised, a small stream first exited out of Esmerelda’s body. Immediately following was the rest of her liquid waste. X-Com’s uniform pants were made to be comfortable—many of their soldiers opted to wear them as is without undergarments, with Esmerelda being among them.
It wouldn’t have mattered in this case. Not even a diaper would have prevented Esmerelda’s pants from getting wet. What started off as a small dark patch in her crotch grew quickly. Following nature’s law of equilibrium, Esmerelda’s urine was seeking any dry parts of her pants to soak. It wasn’t long until the sheer volume of urine overwhelmed her uniform’s ability to wick away moisture. Pee flowed continuously down the inside of her legs, leaving a long, oval patch of wetness. It didn’t stop there.
Per X-Com’s uniform policy, soldiers’ pants needed to be tucked into their combat boots, but it wasn’t long until her urine seeped into them. The downward urine flow stopped briefly where her kneepads were at—there was some padding in them that absorbed some of her urine, but they were quickly soaked.
Esmerelda’s bladder eventually emptied all its contents. Whatever urine that wasn’t soaked into her white uniform pants spilled to the ground. Droplets of her pee splashed onto her boots from her pee’s voluminous force.
Time slowed down to a crawl for Esmerelda. Her life flashed right before her eyes, despite just wetting herself in fear a few seconds ago—images of her family being killed by the aliens, her initiation at X-Com, the celebratory victories with her teammates. But time didn’t stop. Just as droplets continued to drip from her thoroughly drenched pants, Esmerelda saw the alien’s arm coming down to strike.
She accepted her fate. Esmerelda closed her eyes, awaiting the killing blow. She hoped for a quick and painless end before meeting up with her family in the afterlife. Even if she were to feel something, she consoled herself that it would only be a brief moment of excruciating pain. Though she did not consciously realize it, she found solace from heat of battle with the cool, damp feeling from her urine-soaked pants. As she waited for the end, she saw a bright flash of white, even with her eyes closed.
ARC 6:
“…e..t…..he…rrr….u….pp!”
Something inaudible. Whatever, Esmerelda thought. Maybe this was the passage to the afterlife. Everything was black, yet she felt a floating sensation. Was this death? Was this her ascending into heaven?
“…a.”
“…….”
“o…bra….”
“Is someone talking to me?” Esmerelda asked herself.
“…mer….lda!”
“What?” Esmerelda thought to herself. “That…sounded like my…name.”
“Esmerelda!”
“! That is someone calling my name!” Esmerelda realized that someone was calling her. She tried to gather her thoughts. It was difficult to do so—it felt like an out of body experience. But the repeated sounds of her name kept her concentrated. After what seemed like awhile, Esmerelda opened her eyes. Everything was blurry, but she was able to make out outlines of people.
As her eyes refocused, she had someone looking back at her. It was someone familiar, but Esmerelda couldn’t quite remember at the moment. The woman, smiled back warmly at her.
“Esmerelda…” the woman said again.
In that moment, Esmerelda realized it was her leader, Camille, talking to her.
“U…ngh.” Esmerelda tried to speak and get up at the same time, but was unable to do so. Her body ached like never before, but also she also didn’t realize the other Amazons were preventing her from getting up.
“Whoa…slow down there. You almost got taken out by that Berserker back there,” Camille said.
Confused, Esmerelda looked at Camille for a second. Berserker? Who? What? And then she gasped. The alien. She remembered the big hulking monster that was making a swing at her. The next thing she remembered was closing her eyes, waiting for her end.
“Oh my God…” Esmerelda said, sobbing without tears as she hugged Camille for comfort.
Camille returned the hug and reassured her junior teammate. “Shhh….it’s okay. You’re safe now.”
Esmerelda released her grasp from Camille. As she began to regain her composure, she realized that her teammates next to her. Her sense of safety and security came back. An unwavering sense of gratitude and thankfulness overcame her. Esmerelda buried her head into her knees, sobbing about the good fortune she had.
“Hey. We’re all here for one another,” Donatella said.
“Yes. We are the Amazons!” Galena said, with Alexand finishing up.
After a precious moment, Esmerelda looked up to her teammates.
“T-thank you all so much. I love you all!” Esmerelda was so thrilled. But she realized Ji Min wasn’t there.
“Where’s Vita?” Esmerelda asked, with a sense of normalcy coming back.
“She’s in Skyranger. She took a nasty fall, but she’ll be alright.” Camille explained.
“Oh…thank God.” Esmerelda was relieved. “W…what happened?” Esmerelda inquired.
Camille explained: “Well, that Berserker charged into us, we all got knocked off our feet. I was next to Vita and I heard her yell in pain. I’m sure she used her injured arm to break her fall, but I knew she was out of the game. I ran back with her to Skyranger. I then came back…with this.” Camille gestured the grenade launcher in her hand.
Esmerelda was processing everything Camille was saying.
Camille continued. “Apparently, those sons of bitches are tough. Thank Ice and Zero for their expert marksmanship—they were able to shoot off a plate on the back of the Berserker. As I was running towards you all, I saw what it was about to do. I’m sorry Cobra. I should have fired off the grenade sooner but I didn’t want to risk hitting you or Stacks. But when I realized I was too late, I took that risk. I fired a grenade into that bastard. Fortunately…” Camille sighed.
Esmerelda looked confused. She was waiting for Camille to continue.
“Fortunately, the explosion ruptured some sort of tube that was connected to the back of its head. I remember I almost slipped on some metal plate as I ran towards you two.”
“Oh...” Esmerelda realized just how lucky she was. She closed her eyes, offering a quick prayer to everyone.
“Well, c’mon. Let’s get you up and let’s go home,” Donatella said, after seeing Esmerelda’s finishing up her prayer.
Galena and Alexand both took a side, knelt beside Esmerelda, and helped her up.
Esmerelda was elated, knowing that she was in good company.
“Can you walk? Go slow.” Donatella said to Esmerelda.
“Yeah, I think so.” Esmerelda replied.
With both arms on each side draped behind Alexand and Galena’s neck, Esmerelda looked down to the ground to ensure her footing was stable. As she made the first few steps, she then noticed some streak marks running down the crotch of her uniform pants, down into her boots. What felt like another Berserker attack, she was hit with the reality of what else had occurred—she urinated herself.
“Ooh…” Esmerelda stopped in her tracks, forcing Galena and Alexand to stop as well. Esmerelda knew that her teammates could see the wet uniform pants.
Everyone looked at her.
“…”
Esmerelda’s face turned red from embarrassment. She wanted to hide away but couldn’t. Alexand and Galena were both supporting her, although they did try to look away from her noticeably wet pants, as did Donatella. There was an awkward silence.
“Hey. You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” Camille declared.
Esmerelda returned a faint smile, knowing that Camille was doing her best to comfort her.
“Besides. It happens to the best of us,” Camille added.
The caught the team’s attention, as all eyes were on Camille now. She smiled back at her team and turned around. She took a few steps before stopping again.
With her back still facing the team, Camille looked over her shoulder.
“C’mon Amazons. Let’s go back home. That story will be for another time.”
The team let out a small chuckle as they started to walk back together. In a much needed change of pace, the team now had smiles back on their faces instead of fear. The Amazons knew just how lucky they were, barely falling in the battlefield.
Esmerelda was the most appreciative of all. Despite being injured physically by the grenade launcher’s blast and emotionally with her wetting herself, she still counted her blessings. But as she limped back with Galena and Alexand’s support, she started to wonder—what did Camille’s statement mean? Has the same thing happened to her? The leader of the Amazons also having an accident?
Esmerelda knew that one day, she would find out. After all, she didn’t want to be the only X-Com member to have peed herself.
END |
A few drops of sweat dampened my brow on the warm August evening. The sun was going to sleep and was nearly dipped behind the blue horizon. The trees on the far bank were bathed in a warm glow, the dark green hue seemed to be fluorescent in some way. The dark blue water was still and calm and rolled gently onto the rocky beach at my feet.
The water was cool. It was refreshing in the best way possible. It had been a long hot day and the crisp water against my toes was a welcome relief. In the winter, the water is frozen solid and only really melts in March or April, it is hauntingly beautiful at all times of the year. It is also an immensely popular spot for locals.
In the winter folk come there to see the ice fields and enjoy the peace and tranquillity. Some folks come to see the ships plough through the ice field and watch the chucks of ice crash and break against the hulls of these immense vessels. Others come to walk their dogs or have a romantic stroll.
In the summer it is slightly different. The rocky beach is busy with people either enjoying a picnic, playing games, walking in the warm sunshine or just lounging around with friends. On the night in question, there were a group of people playing a version of volleyball, music blasting from a large speaker and I am sure the alcohol was flowing freely.
We were there though, to just enjoy the summers evening and watch the cruise ships roll into the harbour. We had been there a few hours already before the first ships slowly rolled into port. I had brought a cool bag full of beer and myself and Saara had been slowly making our way through them as the evening wore on.
It was a warm evening, so I was wearing a trusty T-shirt and shorts and Saara was wearing black jean shorts and a fetching grey vest top, with a dark green bag draped over her shoulder.
It had been her idea to come here. I was happy in the bar but Saara wanted to watch the ships and enjoy what remained of the summer. Which in Finland, is fair enough. I moved here just as the winter was setting in and despite the numerous warnings, I was woefully underprepared for the long dark months that lay ahead. So, I was relieved when the days became longer and the air warmer.
On the evening in question there was a nice breeze rolling in from the Åland islands and each time I felt its touch I would turn my head to breath in the cooler air. My mind was clear, and I was just enjoying the moment, we had been sat in silence for a while, but this is no problem, not for Finns, in these moments I like to remember the Finnish proverb “puhuminen on hopeaa, vaikeneminen on kultaa” talking is silver, silence is gold.
“What re you thinking?” Saara asked plainly.
“Not much, just enjoying the silence” I replied in a wry tone. She just nodded and looked back out towards the water, which as the sun was dipping was beginning to glisten.
We returned to silence and I began to think about the long winter to come. I was not looking forward to it, very few do. However, my thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of a ships horn in the near distance. The passage it travels into the harbour is fairly narrow, the passage is flanked on both sides by islands, the area after all, is just a small part of a large archipelago. I turned to my right and saw the vessel creep into the channel. As the vessel gets closer the water is dragged from the beach and as the ship passes, the water returns to lap on the rocks again, albeit in a rather fast flow. Some people like follow the water as it is pulled into the middle of the passage and then race the water back to shore as it returns. This is what Saara suggested as she saw the vessel approach.
“Are you coming?” she asked me.
“Why not” I replied earnestly.
On my reply Saara ran to the waters edge and tracked her steps to be just a few paces behind the water line. I stayed back an extra few pace, I was not interested in racing the water, I was just keeping my friend company. Saara had her arms outstretched and was gesturing that she was pushing the water back herself, I chuckled and gave her some encouragement.
Saara had followed the water ten to fifteen paces from the shore, and I stopped five or so paces behind her. I watched the ship slowly creep through the passage. It was a big white vessel with a diagonal red line running from the stern to midship, it was a cruise ship that travels from the port to Stockholm daily. I tried to focus on the ship, but it was difficult, with her back to me and stood bolt upright Saara’s bum looked spectacular in the shorts she was wearing. I tried not to look too much but it was difficult. Her nearly perfect cheeks were framed beautifully by the lines from her knickers which were plainly visible running down the sides of both cheeks. Bit of shame she is such a valuable friend, I remember thinking to myself. She is a beautiful woman.
I had to avert my gaze quickly as I saw Saara spin round to look at me. I hope she didn’t notice I was admiring her bum and panty lines.
Evidently not. She had a big smile on her face, and she was gesturing for me to get closer. Her dark hair was flowing freely in the summer breeze. She looked a little wild in those moments.
I trudged closer. The water was quite far out now and the ground beneath my feet was mostly just damp with occasional small puddle trapped between the rocks. I had intended to stand next to Saara but I stopped in my tracks a couple paces behind her. I had to be certain I was not seeing things. But after a moment, it was clear as crystal. What else could it be? I asked myself silently and the only answer I could come up with, was that Sarra was stood there wetting herself.
I was flabbergasted. It was so clear and blatant. From the two paces I was behind her I could clearly see the gentle trickle of liquid emanating from her shorts and rolling down her smooth legs, and she was just stood there bold as brass, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It seemed like she really did not care and as I saw the trickle of pee run stronger into what I can only describe as a regular pee stream, I knew she was totally relaxed without a care in the world. The only inkling, I got, that told me she even remotely cared about wetting herself was when she ran her hands down her bum, as if she was checking she was actually done and there was no excess pee clinging to her shorts.
“Are you okay? You look horrified” she asked sarcastically.
“ i…umm.well..” I don’t actually think I used words; I think I just made a strange noise in response.
She just shrugged her shoulders and went back to watching the ship. I could still see pee dripping from the back of her shorts.
“Saara” I started cautiously “I need to ask a question and I’m going to be blunt” I stopped to let her reply if she wished, I suspected she wouldn’t and she didn’t, so I continued “have you just wet yourself?” I blushed a little even asking the question.
“Yes” she answered very plainly, as if it was the most normal thing to just outright admit that she had just pissed her pants.
I tried to hide my surprise. But evidently my jaw was on the floor, I am not much of an actor.
“What do you expect me to do?” she asked rhetorically “there are no toilets here and I’m not popping a squat with all these people around. I had to go, so I went”. She was very matter of fact about it, there was no embarrassment, no anger, it seemed totally mundane to her.
“But..” I started but she cut me off quickly “I shouldn’t wet myself, I’m a grown woman is that what you were going to say?” she asked playfully. I just kinda shrugged and continued to blush.
“I needed to pee; I’m not going to put myself in agony just to keep myself dry. I don’t care, this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last” she stopped sharply when she realised the water was rushing back towards the shore.
We both ran back and laughed as I stumbled and almost got caught by the incoming waves. There was a certain irony in that moment.
After returning to our previous spot and sitting back on the large rocks that adorned the shore, I continued my questioning.
“So” I started slowly “this really is not a big deal for you, I guess you have wet yourself a few times before”.
“Of course, why do you think I’m always either wearing dark bottoms or a skirt?” her tone was almost accusative, as if I should have already arrived at this conclusion. “if I am out and about and there is no toilet nearby, I will wait for a discreet moment and just relax. It is not dramatic, I do not make a scene, I just relax and let the pee fall out of me. Its no big deal”
I gave an approval nod to show that I had heard and understood her words, it was still very unusual to hear her speak like this. I had known Saara for a while now, how many times had she done this in my presence? It was a question I wanted answering.
“So, how many times..” she cut me off again evidently knowing where iu was going.
“Have I wet myself when I’m with you?” she finished my question for me “I don’t know, I don’t keep count. But it has happened several times. Remember when we were in Tampere, and we got lost for hours looking for our hotel?” I nodded.
“I think twice as we were searching and nearly a third time on the tram. If you remember the tram was quiet so I began dribbling slowly but then people got on at a stop, so I stopped myself, soon after that we got to the hotel”.
I began thinking back to those times and wondered how I could have missed it. We shared a room in that hotel, how on earth did I not know that the woman I was sharing a room with had wet herself, at least twice and maybe more. Only one point came in mind. On the train to Tampere, Saara had leaned down to pick up a magazine from her bag which was on the floor at her feet, in that moment I had seen the top of her knickers protruding over the top of her shorts, they were white briefs with a pink trimmed waist and coloured animals printed on the fabric and in the hotel, shortly after she had showered and changed, I saw those knickers in a plastic bag inside her travel bag. This was only half an hour or so after arriving at the hotel and I remember thinking it a little odd to change knickers halfway through the day, but I had no suspicion that was the reason.
“So that was why you changed your underwear so quickly after arrival?” I asked curiously.
“Yep. I’m not bothered about wearing wet underwear, but they were sodden, I was worried they would smell a little too. I usually cover myself in perfume aften an accident” she said the word accident in a sarcastic way “but I had peed so much in those I really did worry that I was unpleasant to be around. That is always my biggest concern” she stopped briefly to choose her words carefully “I do not mind being wet, or people seeing me wet myself or walking around in wet clothing, but I do not want to smell bad, because then its not nice for other people. If we are outside, it does not matter so much, there is fresh air to dry me off and hide the pee smell, but I still get worried every now and then. Not so much if I just wet myself once, but on the occasions when it has been more than once, I can get a little self-conscious about my smell”.
I listened closely to what she was saying and tried not to think about it too much. I guess its not all that strange, its just, we are taught as children that wetting ourselves is bad, but if it does not hurt someone else, is it so bad? It was a rhetorical question I asked myself privately.
We sat in silence for a short while. The sun was nearly fully hidden beneath the horizon by this point, and I was beginning to think about returning home. It had been a nice day, with a slightly strange revelation, I learned a lot about Saara in those moments.
“Now that you know” Saara broke the silence “do you think any differently about me?” I thought about the question for a few moments and truthfully, I did not.
“No, I admire your free spirit” I said happily. She just chuckled.
“Good.” She said almost tiredly “I have to pee again...” she let the question hang in the air for a few moments. I just looked at her and shrugged “go for it” I said plainly. And she did.
Sitting on the rock I saw a trail of pee begin to trickle down the smooth grey surface, it reminded me of a small waterfall. The trickle became steadily stronger. At one point, I leaned forward and slyly peeked at her darkening crotch area, there was a clear puddle under her bum and the pee was rolling away down the front and sides of the rock. I could see the pee itself spurting out from her crotch, it made me think of a water gun I played with as a child. But I must not have been as sly as I thought, because she had caught me observing.
“If you want to watch, watch. I do not care. You already know what I’m doing, it makes no difference if you watch it happen or not” she chuckled after the last word left her lips. I just smiled and blushed.
It seemed to go on for a while. I wondered how much more she had inside her, but then I remembered all the beer we had drank together. Gotta come out one way or another.
Eventually though, she finished peeing herself. She stood up and I witnessed a dark damp stain om the rock on which she had been sat. There was a clear wet stain on her bum, I could see her panty lines more clearly than ever now. She wiped herself down and tried to examine herself, twisting her entire body in the process.
“How bad is it?” she asked playfully whilst patting her sodden bum.
“It’s very wet” I said plainly, unsure how else to quantify her accident.
“I know that” she laughed “I mean am I see through or anything?”
“No, but…” I stopped to compose myself, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “I can see your knickers clearly”. She laughed again. “I’m used to that” she said tiredly “if you wear big knickers and tight shorts, people will inevitably see what is hiding beneath, but who cares?” she stopped, and I said nothing.
The beach was quickly emptying. Other than we, there was only a handful of other people about and the air was getting cooler.
“Wait!” Saara spoke quickly. I was surprised and jumped a little, I think she spoke louder than she intended. “What you were saying before, about Tampere, how you knew I had changed my knickers in the hotel, how did you know that?” she asked suspiciously.
I felt shocked. It had never occurred to me before that I had given away that I peeked at her knickers on the train, not to mention spying them in her bag in the hotel.
“ I ummm… saw them on the train” I broke off briefly to compose myself “they were poking out over your shorts, then, at the hotel, I saw the same knickers in your overnight bag, so I knew you had changed”
She tuuted playfully at me. “You should never peek at girls’ knickers; you never know what you will find”.
I just smiled and wished to melt away into the rocky beach.
“Anyway” Saara started “We should probably go soon”.
“Yeah, it is getting a little cool now” I agreed.
“Not just that. These panties are sodden, they are clingy and every now and then I feel them dripping into my shorts. Seriously, look at this!” before she even finished speaking, she had pulled the back of her shorts halfway down her bum so show me her sodden underwear.
They were white. Kind of. Mostly now though, they were a weird shade of dark white with faded yellow stains halfway up the back. It seemed unreal to think they had dried yellow in just the time since she first peed herself in the water. But she was correct, they were clingy. It looked as if her bum was trying to devour the sodden cotton panties, she had quite a wedgie going on and no matter how many times she reset herself, her knickers kept getting sucked into her perky bum.
“These are driving me crazy” she exclaimed “any more than twice and they can’t take it anymore”.
“More than twice?” I asked surprised.
“Oh yeah” she chuckled and even blushed a little “remember when you stopped to check a bus timetable on the way over here?” I nodded. “I needed to pee then, I wasn’t sure how long I had until you were ready to go again, so I quickly wet myself there. To be truthful, were too quick. I was still peeing when were back on the bikes. That’s why I hung back a little.” We both laughed out loud.
“Okay, so miss Saara has wet herself THREE rimes today” I even held up three fingers in the air to really make the point.
“Noooo” she said shyly.
“Well then you cannot count apparently, once on the bike, then in the water and finally just now, that is three miss Saara” I let my playful tone hang in the air and gazed at her with a look of superiority.
“Before you met me at the harbour….” She started but I cut her off quickly “WAIT!” I exclaimed triumphantly “you’re telling me, that you have, in fact, wet your pants FOUR times today!”
“That is correct” she said proudly.
“I have a question for the witness”.
“Proceed” she responded dutifully, sensing the tone of the conversation.
“When you arrived at this beach, your shorts appeared to be dry, how is that possible? IF by that very moment, you had already WET YOURSELF TWICE, your underwear would have been sodden, correct?” I paused for an answer.
“That is correct” she answered confidently.
“So then, as the urine stream must pass through said underwear to reach your shorts, how is it they remained blissfully dry? Do you have dying powers, miss Saara?”
“I do not. Quite obviously, my shorts dried in the warm air as we were riding our bicycles. Let us not forget, it is a long ride from the harbour to where we are now. So, whilst my underwear, was drying a little, my shorts were drying much more quickly in the warm air. Also, they are black. These shorts are chosen for the specific reason that I can have an accident or two and it is not easy to notice that I have done so unless someone is close by and happens to be looking at certain parts of my body, like you were earlier when you were looking at my bum. I rest my case”.
We both laughed, it was a strange roleplay to partake in and I was surprised just how playful Saara was with this topic. Clearly, wetting herself is not a big deal, it is maybe even an everyday thing, I do not know. What I do know is, cycling home from the beach on that Summer night, I was not remotely surprised when after announcing that she needed to pee again, the dark wetness on her shorts had expanded again.
To all who read this, i hope you found enjoyment. Have a great day. |
A quick foreword, I've recently started gender transition with hormones (mtf) and my fantasies have been changing accordingly.
I just discovered daddy kink, and it seems like an absolute perfect fit for my omorashi fetish, so a lot of my fantasies lately have centered around that.
I had an amazing holding and wetting session last night, imagining I had a "daddy" controlling me the whole time. I thought it was good enough that I could write a story based on it, which is what you're about to read. I hope you like it, and constructive criticism is always welcome!
Standard disclaimer, all parties are 18+, this is just a dom/sub scenario with consenting adults, using the "daddy/daughter" power dynamic.
Now that I've started writing this, I've decided to break it up into installments, since it seems to be getting quite long.
This first part contains desperation and toilet control. I'll tag the content of future parts accordingly.
Now, without further ado...
You squirm slightly in your seat at the dinner table. There's an uncomfortable fullness in your bladder, but it's nothing too serious. If it were up to you, you would have used the toilet before sitting down... but unfortunately it isn't up to you.
Daddy has told you to stay well hydrated today, so you've been drinking water at your desk all day, using the toilet every hour or two as the need arises.
You've been feeling a pressing urge for the last hour or so, and had planned to use the toilet right after work... Except Daddy said no. You nervously wonder what he has in mind, but don't think too much of it since your need still isn't that bad yet.
During dinner, Daddy prompts you to keep drinking, and you've finished 2 glasses of water by the time you're done eating.
As the two of you finish your dinner, you imagine that sweet relief is just moments away. You push away from the dinner table and start to head for the bathroom, but Daddy stops you.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, sternly.
"I thought you said I could pee after dinner," you reply.
"Yes," Daddy says, "but first I expect you to help me clear the table."
You turn back in resignation and begin taking your dishes to the kitchen. You not only have to put your dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but you also have to pack the leftovers from dinner into containers, label each one, and find a place for them in the overcrowded fridge.
Daddy hands you another glass of water as you work, and tells you to finish it by the time you're done. You know he has something up his sleeve, and it's making you a bit nervous.
As you finish up in the kitchen, your urge is growing noticeably stronger. You're having to make a conscious effort now not to let your desperation show. You ask Daddy, "May I please use the bathroom now?"
"No," Daddy replies, "I have something else planned for you."
Your heart sinks while a flutter of excitement bubbles up in your chest. You feel nervous and excited all at once. The fullness of your bladder immediately takes center stage, and you shiver a little at the sensation as you press your thighs together.
"Wh-What do you have in mind, Daddy?" You ask.
"You see," Daddy starts, "I think it's time we did something about that shy bladder of yours."
You know exactly what he's talking about. You remember, with some shame, that hike you and Daddy took through the woods last weekend, which very nearly ended in an accident. The public toilets at the trailhead had been closed for the season, and Daddy told you to just pee behind behind a tree, like he did. But you just couldn't do it. The thought of going out in the open like that, to say nothing of the embarrassment of exposing your bottom in public, made your bladder lock up tight, no matter how uncomfortably full it may have been. Daddy was very unhappy with you that day for having to cut your outing short and take you home to pee, all because you were too embarrassed to go outside like he told you. You realize now, that this is your punishment.
"I'm going to let you pee," Daddy says, "but you're going to go in your pants."
"But-" you start, before Daddy cuts you off.
"But nothing," Daddy says. "You're going to pee in your pants, and that's final."
He pauses for a moment, before continuing, "But, you're not going to do it until I say so."
You bite your bottom lip and feel the blood rush to your face. Your hand creeps between your thighs and you gently rub the crotch of your jeans, not sure whether it's out of desperation, or arousal.
"First, I want you to get ready," Daddy tells you. "Grab some towels and pee pads from the closet and lay them down. We don't want to make a mess, now do we?"
You flush with humiliation at the thought of putting down pads for yourself, like some kind of pet, but you reluctantly comply and spread several of them out on top of towels on the floor.
Now, "Daddy says, "drink another glass of water and stand there until I come back.
You do as he says, and stand in the middle of the pads, gently bouncing as you shift your weight from one leg to the other. You take your time with the water, but after a couple of minutes, your glass is empty, and Daddy still hasn't come back.
You set the glass down and wait, and wait... and wait some more. You're starting to get really anxious now, as you can feel the skin on your belly becoming tight, like a basketball, and the waistband from your snug-fitting jeans begins to dig into your skin. You're hoping Daddy will hurry back and let you pee, so you can finally feel some relief.
If only you knew what he had in mind... |
Part 2: You Start to Leak
Contains: toilet control, desperation, foreplay, wetting, daddy kink.
You're squeezing yourself between your legs when Daddy returns. Actually, it was more like rubbing yourself. The feeling of a full bladder and the excitement of not knowing when it could burst are intensely erotic to you. Not to mention, the consequences of peeing before Daddy gives his permission.
Daddy approaches with a full glass of water in each hand, and looks slightly disappointed when he notices your hand between your legs.
"What is that?" he gestures to your hand with one of the glasses. "Take your hand away from there, missy."
You whimper, but put your hands down at your sides. Your stomach drops when you see the glasses of water.
"And stand up straight," he says, setting the glasses down.
You do as he tells you, even though straightening puts even more pressure on your aching bladder.
"What were you doing just now?" Daddy asks sternly.
"Nothing, Daddy," you lie out of embarrassment.
"I expect you to control your bladder without holding yourself like a child." He pretends to not know you were masturbating.
"But Daddy," you whine, "I have to go so baaad..."
"How badly?" Daddy asks, with a smile.
"Super bad," you say, smiling back. You resist the temptation to put your hands back between your legs, this time out of genuine desperation.
"Let me see," Daddy says seductively as he comes toward you. He places his hand gently on your abdomen, and caresses down, over your swollen bladder, which is now pushing out the waist of your jeans. You gasp and writhe against his hand. The pressure feels almost exquisite.
"Oh my," he says, as he moves his fingers down between your thighs, circling to come behind you.
You squirm and moan with desperation and arousal as Daddy's gentle arms circle around you. He brings his other hand up underneath your shirt to tease a nipple.
You wince. "Nnn, Daddy," you whine - or rather - moan, half out of arousal, half out of protest on behalf of your bladder.
You gasp and squirm against Daddy's body as he pinches your nipple, the lovely pain sending signals to your bladder to release itself. You're so desperate now that you're grinding your thighs against Daddy's hand in a futile effort to ease the pressure on your bladder. Well, not entirely futile, since it the sensation is still immensely pleasurable.
The gentle friction between your thighs, the gentle ache from your nipple, and the heat of Daddy's breath on the back of your neck, all eventually combine to produce a slight dampness in your underwear. You can't be sure if it's arousal, or the first drops of a flood.
Daddy takes you firmly in his arms now, holding you firmly to his chest as the heel of his palm presses down on your bladder.
You gasp and wince, trying to wiggle away from his hand, but his arms have you tight. He steadily increases the pressure of his palm, and your gasp turns into a moan, before ultimately a squeal...
"Daddy, I'm going to pee!" you shriek!
He quickly releases you, allowing you regain control just in time, panting with effort. You look up to see a huge grin on Daddy's face, and a noticeable erection in his pants.
The sight of his arousal brightens your temporarily-soured mood. You love knowing what this does to him.
"Sorry, baby," he says gently, "I just had to know for sure." He smiles, before getting back to business.
"Now," Daddy says, "since you obviously have to pee quite badly, I want you to squat down just as if we were out in the woods."
You start to unbutton your pants, but Daddy stops you.
"Ah-ah-ah! When did I say to take off your pants? I said to squat, and I expect you to do as I say, like a good girl."
"But Daddy..." you whimper, "If I squat, I might pee myself."
"Not until I tell you to, you won't." He sounds slightly angry.
"But Daddy, what if I can't hold it?"
He sighs and shakes his head, as if he's struggling to find the words to answer you.
"Baby, sometimes accidents happen," he says gently. "If you have an accident in your pants, I won't be mad at you. But I will have to punish you, so that you'll learn to stop having accidents. Does that make sense, baby girl? You don't want to keep having accidents, do you?"
"No, Daddy," you say, with a hint of resignation.
It was true. You didn't want to keep disappointing Daddy by having accidents. Not to mention the punishment that would come with each one.
Punishments always made you nervous, because you never knew if it was going to be something you could handle or not. You genuinely wanted your lover to test your limits, and didn't want to disappoint him by calling a code red and refusing a punishment, but you had to maintain your own boundaries too.
You take a deep breath, and try to plan out a posture that will put the least amount of pressure on your bladder.
You exhale one more time, before sucking in air as you quickly and carefully bend your knees and crouch your butt to the floor.
"Heels all the way down, please," Daddy says. "You need to learn proper posture."
You wince and groan. As you flatten your heels to the floor, the waistband of your jeans digs more deeply into your bladder.
Suddenly, your heart jumps into your chest. You can feel it coming out.
"Ohhhhh, " you whimper and moan as you try desperately to hold on, but a large squirt jets out into your pants. You feel only the briefest moment of relief before the pressure on your bladder forces a second, bigger stream out.
You're panting now, trying desperately to control your breathing and stop the leaks from coming, but you feel a third one quickly approaching. You groan loudly with effort as you try to hold it in, but your efforts are futile as another stream sprays against the fabric, the wet spot on your pants growing bigger and bigger.
Daddy shakes his head and takes pity on you, finally letting you stand back up, and you straighten as quickly as you can without causing more damage. You're panting, exhausted, and exhilarated. The uncontrolled explosions of pee were almost orgasmic, and the humiliation you feel standing there in front of Daddy in wet pants makes you so aroused. You can tell from the way he's stroking the front of his pants that he feels the same way.
Your sigh in relief as the leaks finally stop, but it only lasts for a brief moment as your full bladder quickly reasserts itself. Your urgency is slightly less now, but you know it won't be long before the pressure returns, and you start leaking again.
There's also the matter of the punishment you now face for having an accident in your pants.
"I'm very disappointed in you, baby," Daddy says, looking at you with a mock unhappy expression on his face. "You know what I have to do now, don't you?"
You solemnly nod, knowing you're about to be punished. Your heart and mind race as you wonder how.
To be cont'd |
Part 3: Your Punishment
Contains: toilet control, desperation, anal play, wetting, daddy kink.
Daddy rummages around in your "toy box" before withdrawing a long, slender butt plug and a container of lubricant.
"Since you seem to have trouble controlling yourself, why don't we see if this will help plug the leak?" Daddy smirks.
"Now, would you like me to do it, or can you do it yourself?"
"I can do it..." you respond dejectedly, taking the plug and the lube from him.
"Can I at least have some privacy?" The thought of inserting it while he watches gives you a thrill of embarrassment.
"I think you know better than that, baby," Daddy says. "We can't have you trying to sneak a pee while I'm not watching, now can we?"
You can't argue with his logic, and start to unbutton your jeans.
As you pull your jeans and underwear down to just past your bottom, you feel immense gratitude for the merciful (albeit temporary) relief from the pressure of your waistband.
Gingerly crouching down on one knee, you suck in your breath as the change in position puts additional pressure on your bladder. You shift your thighs back and forth to help you maintain control as you apply ample amounts of lubricant to the plug to get it ready.
This plug has been inside you many times before, so you're not worried about the fit, but you are worried about whether you'll be able to insert it without leaking again. Thankfully, your accident earlier helped take some of the pressure off, although not by much.
"Take all the time you need," Daddy says with a devilish smile. "We have all night."
After some additional maneuvering and a little patience, you manage to get the plug fully inserted (thankfully without leaking again), which feels like a small miracle.
But now, straightening back up to re-fasten your pants, you can distinctly feel the increased pressure on the back of your bladder from the plug inside you, and you haven't even buttoned them yet...
Taking a deep breath, you pull the flaps of your jeans as far from your belly as you can, giving your bladder as much room as possible.
When you finally re-button them and let the waistband gently come to rest against your belly again, the pressure suddenly feels 10 times worse than it did before you put in the plug. You double over and jam both hands between your thighs, trying desperately to hold back the leak you know is coming.
"None of that," Daddy says sternly. "Stand up straight, and hands at your sides."
You somehow manage to regain control, and carefully withdraw your hands from your crotch, trying to stand as straight and still as possible. Your feet are planted firmly on the floor, but your legs are both bouncing and quivering frantically.
"Now," Daddy says, "since your bladder isn't full anymore, I think it's time to drink another glass of water." He gestures to the two glasses he brought in with him earlier.
You're too afraid to argue at this point, lest he make your punishment even more severe, so without saying a word, you take one of the glasses of water from the table and slowly begin sipping from it.
It's at this point that Daddy pulls out a tablet with a selection of desperation videos from the internet queued up.
Your eyes widen in surprise, as you weren't expecting anything like this.
"I don't want you to take all evening with that, so I'm going to set a time limit," he says.
"I'm going to pick one of these videos for you to watch, and I expect you to give it your full attention. I'm going to be watching you to make sure your mind doesn't wander. You have until the end of the video to finish that glass."
He starts a video before holding the pad up to face you. The one he's selected features an attractive young woman in blue jeans, obviously desperate to pee. You can see from the runtime in the corner that the video is 9 minutes long. You look at the almost-full glass of water in your hand and back to the tablet, not knowing if you'll be able to finish it so quickly.
"Eyes on the tablet, honey," Daddy says firmly, noticing your brief lapse in attention.
You focus on the screen again and take another drink of water. You watch the woman squirm and squeeze herself in desperation, envious of her freedom of movement.
You try as hard as you can to stand still, but the pressure is becoming overwhelming. You take another sip of water and check the timer again, and can't believe that it's only been 10 seconds. You don't think it will be possible to hold on until the end.
You empathize with the woman in the video as she fidgets and squirms, but you also feel a touch of envy. At least she's going to get relief by the end of the video. You still don't know when Daddy is going to give you permission to pee.
You take another drink of water, and try to focus on something, anything else but the video, to try to take your mind off your bursting bladder.
Instead of watching the woman in the video, you focus your eyes on the timer. At least that way you can keep your attention on the tablet. You work out a system in your head to take a drink of water every 30 seconds. The regularity helps make it easier to focus, and makes the agonizing time limit seem more manageable.
Your system works well for you, up until about 2 minutes from the end. You've nearly finished your glass of water, but it's at this point in the video that the woman on screen totally loses control. She was clearly very desperate, because you can see the wetness explode instantly from the crotch of her jeans, soaking like a shimmering waterfall down her thighs and onto the floor. The sense of relief visible from her body language is too much to bear, and you feel another leek is imminent.
You whimper and double over, shoving your hand between your legs to stem the flow. Immediately, Daddy raises his voice.
"What do you think you're doing, missy?" he says crossly. "Hands at your sides. NOW."
Thankfully that brief squeeze from your hand was enough to regain control, and you manage to straighten up again, feeling that you might actually make it to the end of the video.
"You finish your water right this second, young lady" Daddy says. "No more stalling."
You down the last little bit from your glass in 2 large gulps, before setting the empty glass back down. You watch in agony, sweat starting to bead on your forehead, as the video finishes with the woman stripping off her wet clothes and cleaning up her mess.
Finally, the video is over, and Daddy turns the tablet back around to face him. As he focuses his attention on the tablet, he starts to speak.
"I was thinking of letting you go once that video was over, but since you can't seem to do as I say, you're going to have to watch a second video now."
"But Daddy!" you start.
"Do you want to make it two?" he asks, looking up to meet your eyes, and you can tell from the look on his face that he's serious.
"No, Daddy..." you relent.
He turns the tablet back around to face you an starts another video, this one featuring a young woman in yoga pants and a sports bra. She doesn't seem to be too desperate at this point in the video, but when you glance down to check the timer, your heart sinks at the runtime.
15 minutes.
There's no way you'll be able to hold on that long. You almost didn't make it to the end of the last video. You start to get nervous, because you know what's coming. You're going to have an accident in your pants, and then Daddy's going to punish you. The thought both thrills and terrifies you.
You try to put the negative thoughts out of your head and just focus on the video. You can get through this. Just focus on the woman's outfit, her hair, the set design, anything at all but your bursting bladder(s).
But it's no use. The pressure inside your abdomen is growing tighter and tighter. Your muscles are weak from holding on for so long, and your control is slipping.
You look at the video timer and see that you're only 3 minutes in, but already you can feel the pee forcing its way out of your body. You whimper and tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. This is it. You're going to wet yourself, and then Daddy is going to punish you. The thought is genuinely distressing, because you hate to disappoint Daddy.
Then suddenly, it happens.
All at once, your bladder contracts, and sends a long jet of pee into your pants. You groan as you try to hold it in, but you've completely lost control of your muscles. You put your hands on your thighs and hang your head as another contraction brings another stream of pee. Your jeans are both soaked down to the knees now, but you're far from finished.
"I'm sorry Daddy!" You moan and choke out the words through your distress. "Please, Daddy! I can't hold it!"
Another contraction brings another jet of pee. And another, and another. You try to regain control after each one, but it's like trying to grab a fistful of water. There's just nothing to hold on to anymore. By this time, it's starting to puddle around your feet, and you still haven't been able to stem the flow.
"I'm so sorry Daddy, please don't be mad," you say as your breathing starts to calm and the contractions become less frequent. Your eyes are moist and you're panting heavily, exhausted from holding on.
Finally, after one last, feeble squirt, you manage to regain control. You can sense that your bladder is still full, but the pressure has decreased enough that any sense of urgency is gone for the time being. Your mind starts to come back to the present moment, and you survey the damage.
Your pants are totally soaked down both legs, and each foot is in the center of a wet spot about 2 feet in diameter. They've merged in the center to form a kind of peanut shape.
Sniffling, you look up to face Daddy, worried to see how upset he is. As your gaze pans upward to meet his eyes, you can't help but notice his free hand moving around inside his pocket. It's not hard for you to guess what it's doing.
"Oh, baby," he says, trying to hide his excitement. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just disappointed. I thought you could be a big girl for me, but I guess I was wrong."
His words actually carry a tiny amount sting with them, but they also send your heart racing. You shiver, wondering what kind of punishment he has in store for you now...
To be continued. |
Chapter I - The Takeover
Kayla-098 clutched onto her hat as a gust of wind threatened to blow it into the Thames. The weather was the same as everyday - grey, cold, and windy. On the other side of the street stood the ruins of the Houses of Parliament, serving as a reminder of what came before The Takeover. The year was 3022 in old money, and 3 ATT (After The Takeover). Or Three Years, Nine Months, Three Days, Twelve Hours, and Twenty Seven Minutes, to be exact. The Takeover promised so much; everlasting peace, jobs for everyone, homes for everyone, but it very quickly became clear that it was all lies. Kayla-098 glanced at her watch, biting her lip ever so slightly. Three Hours, Ten Minutes and Seven Seconds to go.
A little bit about Kayla-098. Born Kayla McKenzie, she was given her new name Kayla-098 on the eve of The Takeover. Apparently numerical surnames made it easier to monitor them. She had long deep purple hair, deep blue eyes which looked how the ocean used to, and a tall, slim figure which won her many admirers. Before The Takeover, she was on course to graduate from university, and had the whole world ahead of her. However the universities had long since closed, and her life of studying, partying and travelling was replaced by one where she spent most of her time in a cold warehouse, doing whatever menial tasks The Leaders require of them. There was one thing as well: Kayla-098 was a criminal. It's important to note that telling someone you're a criminal in 3 ATT is a bit like telling someone you're a vegetarian in 2022. People might show a bit of an interest, but ultimately, it's not that much of a big deal. Her crime, however, was a constant source of embarrassment for her.
Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Six Days Earlier
Kayla-098 was on the bus home. It was Friday, the one day the mangy pub next to the warehouse was allowed to open, so she'd had a few drinks with some friends. Every worker got three tokens for a Friday evening pub trip, a pint of lager cost one token, and so did use of the toilets. Most people would use two tokens for drinks, and then use one token to use the toilet at the end of the night. However, Kayla-098 had had a particularly hard day, and decided she needed that third pint, a decision she bitterly regretted on an icy cold bus with a bladder about to burst.
"Just five more stops, five more stops," she whispered to herself, crossing her legs for dear life.
"I told you to go in the pub, that third pint is never worth it." Her (now-ex) boyfriend, Rob-142 with helpful advice.
"I'll be fine, I'm a big girl," Kayla-098 replied through gritted teeth.
But she didn't really believe that. She was absolutely desperate for relief, now having to hold herself through her light blue overalls. It reminded her of a similar situation during her university years, where she had to do an emergency wee in an empty McDonalds cup on the top floor of the 976 bus. However she couldn't risk the possible consequences being caught urinating in public. And they would catch her. They always catch the law breakers.
There was a toilet on the bus, but like all public toilets in the country, they cost one token to use. And with pickpocketing rife across London, nobody ever carried more tokens than they needed with them. Neither Kayla-098 or Rob-142 had any left over. Nonetheless, the situation was dire enough that Kayla-098 was willing to risk humiliating herself to get an extra token.
"Hi excuse me?" Kayla-098 nudged the only other person on the top floor of the bus. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but you don't happen to have a spare token? I'm bursting for the loo, and don't think I can hold it until I get home." She dug her hands into her crotch again, partially because she wanted to emphasise her point, and partially because she felt a trickle of urine leak out of her swollen bladder.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm not giving up my last token so some fucking whore can go for a piss. Fucking beggars," the man spoke with a thick Scottish accent.
Normally Kayla-098 would have responded to that, but if her mind stopped focussing on her bladder for a second, she would surely wet herself. Instead, she went and sat back down in silence, praying that the bus would speed up. By the time the bus stopped near Kayla-098's flat, she was ready to explode. The bus driver gave the couple an odd look as she gingerly exited, hands now buried in her crotch, now visibly wet with pee.
"She used her third token on an extra beer," Rob-142 explained.
"Don't care," replied the bus driver, as he closed the doors and carried on her way.
The walk back to their flat was a few streets away, and Kayla-098 was in agony. She had two options: either wet herself completely, and pay the two tokens needed to wash her overalls. But she needed those tokens to do a food shop tomorrow, and she hadn't eaten properly in a week. Or she could find a dark alley, and risk being fined for public urination. A long spurt of wee leaked out, and she knew that if she was going to save her overalls, she needed to act fast.
"I can't hold it, I'm so fucking bursting. You need to help me get these off," Kayla-098 cried, as she darted into an alleyway that was allegedly not monitored by The Leaders. Rob-142 for once didn't have a sarcastic comment, and helped her unzip her overalls. Now just stood in her purple knickers and bra, she dramatically wet herself, as pee exploded out of her urethra. God, it felt so good, as all the pressure in her bladder slowly subsided. Were she not petrified of getting arrested, she would have touched right there and then. Rob-142 watched on in disgust as three pints of beer, plus her afternoon coffee flooded the fabric of her knickers. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, the waterfall subsided to a trickle, and her bladder was empty. As quick as she could, she pulled down her knickers and disposed of them in the bin next to them, and put her slightly piss stained overalls back on. She'd have to smell slightly of wee until laundry day, but it could have been so much worse.
Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Six Days Later
One of the new rules implemented by The Leaders was a like-for-like justice system. So if you killed someone, you were executed, if you stole, they stole something from you. The same went for relatively low level crimes such as public urination. As you have probably worked out, Kayla-098 didn't get away with her public urination. When the bins were inspected the next day, they found her piss-soaked knickers, and matched them to the urine sample she was forced to give on her first day at the warehouse. The punishment for public urination is a limit is placed on the number of times you can relieve yourself a day. That limit is twice. It should be noted that public urination is considered a minor offence, so the punishment is only in place for a week. However I'm not sure if you've ever tried to limit yourself to two bathroom trips a day, but it's pretty near impossible. Especially as it was warehouse policy to have mandatory water breaks every hour, to ensure workers stayed hydrated. And so Kayla-098 lived in this hellish world where her bladder constantly ached, and she constantly found herself having to go for a piss in public, thereby restarting her week's punishment every time. She'd tried everything, from trying to avoid the rehydration breaks to finding supposed black spots which weren't monitored to relieve herself in. But they always found out, and Kayla-098 was back at square one. And yet now she was Three Hours, Eight Minutes and Thirty-Six Seconds away from being free of this hellish ordeal. Somehow for the past six days, she'd managed to keep within the two-pee-a-day limit.
Everyday this week, she'd go to the loo at 7am, usually having spent the three hours wide awake lying in bed crying about the pain in her bladder. She'd go to the warehouse, try and drink as little as possible during the rehydration breaks, then get the bus home, clenching everything every time she heard the bus toilet flush. She'd get home at about 5pm, lie on the sofa with her hands stuffed in her crotch for two hours, then relieve herself once more, and try to enjoy the rest of her evening pain free. She was determined she'd make it this time. There was just one problem: Kayla-098 was on the verge of wetting herself once more.
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Chapter II - An Injustice
She was one hour away. One hour away from being able to go to the pub on a Friday again. One hour away from being able to have a full night's sleep without worrying if her bladder was going to explode. One hour away from being able to have an active sex life once more. Believe it or not, your desire to get fucked goes away when you spent most of your life inflated to the brim with piss. The only sexual pleasure Kayla-098 gets nowadays is the post-urination wank, which to be fair, is usually intense and amazing. Rob-142 dumped her about three days after she was sentenced, the final straw being when she accidentally wet their bed at 3am. Kayla-098 could barely uphold a friendship, let alone a relationship. You may be wondering why Kayla-098 can't just continue peeing as normal, if her punishment never gets increased anyway. People who are serving a sentence have very limited rights. She gets just one token a day for a some bread and water, cannot progress to a nicer line of work, and has to live in the bare minimum level of accommodation, which consists of a single bed, a toilet, a sink and a shower. No TV, no storage space, no books. Quite simply, no quality of life whatsoever.
Kayla-098 was sat on the bus bursting for the loo, just as she was on the fateful day when her sentence was issued. The Takeover had promise to abolish prisons, but the alternative was so much worse. She'd sooner have done five years at an old fashioned maximum security prison than two years of the sad sentence she'd had imposed instead. This punishment was inhumane, and certainly didn't fit the crime. Before The Takeover, all of her university friends had been guilty of doing a wee in public. One of her friends had even been caught by a police officer, who then pretended he didn't see it. She often wondered what they were up to - online communication for non-work purposes was also prohibited while she served her sentence. Who knows, maybe they all got done for pissing in public too. Tina-073's bladder was tiny, so very possible. She longed to speak to someone outside that drab warehouse. There was nothing in the rules against talking to someone on the bus technically, but her bladder was usually so full by then, that she could only focus on holding it.
The minutes passed by like hours, as Kayla-098 felt the familiar feeling of being absolutely at her limit. Most people on the bus knew her predicament, and either didn't care, or actively avoided her, not wanting to get drenched by the pee desperate to escape her body. She'd made a tally of the number of different ways she'd broken her sentence. She'd wet herself on the bus 73 times, wet the bed 93 times, been caught using the toilet on a third separate occasion 24 times, wet herself at work 9 times, and wet herself between the bus and her house 5 times. Of course, she was only entitled to one free wash a week too as well, and was only allowed one set of overalls, so more often than not, she went in to work stinking of piss. She was broken from her trance by an elderly man trying to get her attention.
"Excuse me, you're obviously pretty desperate for the toilet, do you want my last token?" the white haired man kindly offered. He must have noticed her whispering to herself with her legs tightly crossed, which seemed to be her default position.
Kayla-098 was taken aback: kindness isn't really something you see that much these days. "Oh... thank you so much... but I'm only allowed to relieve myself twice every 24 hours, and I already went yesterday evening and this morning." The man looked puzzled. "Public urination charge... but I only have to hold for..." she checked her watch "48 more minutes, and then I'm finally free."
The man nodded, "Good luck to you, you can do it!" Kayla-098 really didn't know if she could. The last few speed bumps definitely caused a bit of leakage, and she knew that the full blown tsunami was normally not far behind that stage. A blonde haired woman walked towards Kayla-098, smirking, and crossing her legs in faux desperation. It was Xena-323, her colleague from the warehouse, and all-round bitch. She knew about Kayla-098's sentence, and would often try and make her wet herself, whether that be by pouring water loudly near her in the office, or one time, she even put a diuretic in her drink.
"Oh my God, I am absolutely bursting for a wee, so glad I'm allowed to go whenever I want," she winked at Kayla-098 as she entered the bathroom, which was unfortunately within earshot. Kayla-098 winced and held everything as she heard Xena-323 empty her bladder, with a comically loud hiss, and an equally noisy moan of relief. She must have genuinely been desperate, as the piss went on for about a minute, although it felt like days for Kayla-098. After washing her hands for another minute, Xena-323 exited the bathroom sighing, "Thank fuck for that. Was seconds away from pissing myself then. Don't want to smell like Kayla do I?" Kayla-098 was far too close to freedom to give her the reaction she was looking for. She just had to hold it another 45 minutes.
As the bus finally pulled into her stop, Kayla-098 was at bursting point. So desperate, she couldn't even speak. As she stood up, she felt as though a bowling ball had been dropped on her abdomen, and it took every bit of willpower to hold it. She had twenty minutes left, and then she'd be free of this stupid sentence. It's funny, after having to hold her pee up to the point of bladder explosion every day, she had built up a certain level of holding power. She reckoned that if the events of the three-pint night happened again, she'd have been able to make it home, and hold it for an extra five hours before she simply couldn't put it off any longer. At the time of the offence, she considered herself at an absolute ten, can't hold it for a second longer on the desperation scale. Now, she'd consider that feeling as a four at most. But she was certainly at a ten at the moment. She could barely move, so full was her bladder. She thought of the fuckers who did this to her. She longed to get her revenge on them. And as soon as the sentence was over, she would. She wanted to torture every last one of The Leaders, in the same way they tortured her for Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Six Days. She wanted to watch them writhe in agony as their bladder's twinged for the 400th time that day. She wanted them to have to spent their life alternating between extreme thirst and extreme desperation. But more than all of that, she want to release the explosion mounting inside of her.
Her resolve was slipping slowly. Every thirty seconds or so, a little more pee leaked. The Leaders never seemed to fuss over a bit of leakage, it was when those leaks became a steady stream that this became a problem for them. After the slowest walk home ever, she finally had the key in the door. You know how when you come home from work bursting for the toilet, it's always ten times worse when you're at your front door... well imagine how Kayla-098 felt, having already surpassed any experience of desperation anyone else has felt. A three second trickle leaked out, and Kayla-098 collapsed to the ground, clenching everything once more. She needed to get inside the house. Making it through the next five minutes would be irrelevant if she then wets herself on the doorstep; she wasn't sure if this would still count as public urination, but she didn't want to chance it. She knew she'd wet herself if she stood up, so she reached up to turn the key, and managed to turn the handle. She crawled inside the house, pushing the door shut behind her. She was in private now, she only had to hold it another four minutes.
6:59pm. She was onto the last minute. Without fail, this was always the most painful minute of the day. The spurts were now every ten seconds or so, and her panties were soaked with hot pee. She'd tried to take her overalls off so she at least wouldn't have to soak them with pee again, but bending was just too painful. She simply couldn't move from her position, lying on her side, hands digging into her vagina, physically holding her piss in. If she let go of her pussy for even a second, it would be game over. Thirty seconds to go. She was going to make it, she thought, as another long spurt of wee escaped her body. No, mustn't get complacent. No point wetting myself twenty seconds before freedom. Just hold through the next few seconds. The pain was so intense, Kayla-098 wanted to scream, she felt as though she was going to pass out. Her body was truly at its limit, as her bladder made her appear as though she was pregnant with triplets. Five seconds to go, and Kayla-098's bladder could hold no more. Urine cascaded from her urethra, absolutely drenching her blue overalls. She burst into tears of joy, as her suffering was over. Her life could begin once more. Her bladder slowly deflated, as she lay there in tears, covered in her own wee. After about two minutes, she was empty. Standing up, she removed her drenched overalls, and stripped down until she was completely naked. As she moved her fingers towards her pussy in what had become her daily ritual, her watch notified her of an incoming email. Finally, confirmation my sentence is over! Kayla-098 thought to herself. Opening up the message, she became numb with shock. She didn't know how to react, whether to scream, cry or jump in front of a bus.
Dear Kayla-098
It has been brought to our attention that you relieved your bladder at 18:59 today. As you had previously relieved yourself at 7:01 and 19:00 the previous day, I regret to inform you that you have urinated three times within twenty four hours, thus violating your sentence. Your sentence will therefore be restarted for the following seven days, effective from 19:05 today.
Kind regards,
The Department of Justice
Kayla-098 burst into hysterical tears, as her freedom was cruelly snatched away from her, no doubt because she started peeing five seconds early. The evening would be long and painful, but Kayla-098 knew one thing: The Leaders had to pay. |
Chapter III - The New Recruit
One Year, Six Months and Five Days earlier
It normally took Zagartha one and a half glasses of wine before she loosened up. A studious and quite reserved 27-year old of Indian descent, perhaps that's how she managed to be one of the few chosen by The Leaders to join the inner ring. Her first class degree in law from the University of Oxford certainly helped as well, and whilst her meteoric rise had been interrupted by The Takeover, she had been handpicked to join The Department of Justice as a legal advisor. After a rigorous first year, she was now officially trusted by The Leaders to remain in the inner ring, and had finally been invited to their weekly Friday lunch, held on the top floor of what used to be Big Ben. A waiter came round and offered her a third glass of red. Why not, she thought. Everyone else here is getting pissed. However, very aware they had an important meeting straight after, she made sure to have a sip of water too. One sip of water for every sip of alcohol, that was the advice her mum always used to give her. Maybe now she's trusted, they'll let her speak to her mum again.
The Leaders are made up of ten figures, born with the sole purpose of creating a perfect society. Each was responsible for their own department: justice, environment, order, money, health, technology, surveillance, accommodation, religion, and recreation. And each Leader was responsible for picking five members to join each department, almost like an internship. The testing year was rigorous, Zagartha was often forced to go without sleeping, eating or using the bathroom for hours at a time. Contact with outside was absolutely forbidden, so she had no idea how her mum or girlfriend were getting on. She missed Alina-382 more than anybody. She often wondered if she'd found someone new. She hoped not. But the rewards for being a full time member of the inner ring were massive. Five days of hard work, followed by two days of pure hedonism. All the sex, drugs and alcohol she could possibly want. And Alina-382 could share it with her if she wanted to.
An hour passed, and she'd found herself stuck in a tedious conversation with Jared, one of the fellow chosen ones from the Department of Accomodation. Pretty sure he wants to fuck me, she thought. He'll be disappointed when he realises. Zagartha glanced over at the queue for the ladies room; fifteen of the 'interns' decided they all needed to pee at exactly the same time. Guess I'll have to hold it a bit longer, not like I'm not used to that already. Zagartha always prided herself on having an immense bladder. She used to work in the library for hours on end without using the loo whilst she was at uni, and would only go when the need became too distracting. Nonetheless, she could really do with a wee.
The queue subsided, and the conversation with Jared fizzled out, so Zagartha saw a perfect opportunity to excuse herself to urinate. To her alarm, the door wouldn't budge when she pushed it.
"Sorry, this bathroom is closed for cleaning now, there's another one on the next floor down," a sympathetic waiter wearing the standard blue overalls told her.
Zagartha nodded anxiously, aware that they were due to leave for the meeting in the next few minutes. But nature called, so she headed to call the lift. Out of sight of everyone else, Zagartha bounced up and down slightly, very aware of the four glasses of wine and water resting in her bladder. She was about to cross her legs together, but quickly aborted that idea as she saw her Leader walking towards her. She still felt as though she should show no signs of human weakness around them. After all, she'd never known her Leader use a bathroom.
"Zagartha, we must go to the meeting. Come!" the Leader spoke with a dark gravelly voice, their face obscured by a dark cloak.
"Erm okay, would it be possible to-?"
"Now!" her Leader interrupted before Zagartha could finish her request. Zagartha nodded, despite the protests from her aching bladder. She knew this meeting was going to be long - she'd sat through enough of them already. But normally, she had time to relieve herself beforehand. She often wondered if The Leaders had bladders. They seemed to be drinking, so where on earth does it go? Are they just constantly pissing themselves? Now in a taxi with her four other colleagues, she didn't feel so weird about crossing her legs, as much as her black pencil skirt would allow. As the other four discussed the agenda for the meeting, Zagartha was miles away.
"Zagartha? Zagartha? Are you okay?" the voice was that of Ellie, who had become her best friend in the programme. Or at least as close as you can get to having a friend in the programme.
"Oh yeah yeah, to be honest I could have done with a loo trip before we left," Zagaratha blushed slightly, adjusting her long dark hair as she said this.
Neil's ears pricked up as she said this. "Really? How badly do you have to go?"
Zagartha rolled her eyes at this. Neil was a slightly annoying member of the group, who blatently had a pee fetish. She thought he was going to cum in his trousers on one occasion where Ellie ran into the boys toilets and relieved herself in a urinal because she was so bursting. "Oh you know, still some way away from doing an Ellie."
Ellie gasped in mock incredulity "Oh well you won't mind if I do this then? *hissssssssssssssssssss*"
Zagartha relaxed a bit "Oh my god Ellie no, you're going to make me wet myself!"
Neil made an involuntary noise, whilst Simon and Rosa continued to talk about the agenda together. Simon and Rosa had started dating, and the other three suspected they spent all their time bitching about how they didn't take the programme seriously enough. To be fair, the other three often spent a considerable amount of time bitching about how boring Simon and Rosa's sex must be.
As the taxi pullled up, Zagartha was desperate for the toilet. "I'll see you guys in there, I'm gonna go wee!"
Zagartha clutched her bag, and dashed up the steps. Looking at her watch, she saw she had two minutes to find a toilet and get into the meeting room. Her eyes lit up as she saw the ladies was free. However, as she darted towards the loo, she was interrupted by an unwelcome surprise.
"Ah Zagartha, I believe it's your turn to do coffees today. Come on now," the Leader had an impressive knack of being everywhere.
"Please can I just use the bathroom first?" Zagartha cried in pure desperation, made ten times worse by the fact she could literally see the toilet.
"But then you'll be late for the meeting. Off you go." Zagartha could have cried, and a slip of wee escaped to remind her how dire her situation was. Despite her bladder screaming at her, she walked away from the bathroom, and instead went towards the kitchen. As soon as the door shut behind her, she grabbed her crotch in despair. Composing herself, she began preparing the coffee, every splash of water torturing her poor bladder. She simply wouldn't be able to hold it during the meeting, but if she wet herself in front of The Leaders, she would surely be fired, possibly even arrested. Then it came to her. What if I use the sink? There's no cameras in here and everyone else is getting ready for the meeting. Before she had time to decide whether it was a good idea or not, she had already started pulling her black tights down. Her pee was absolutely bursting to come out, and a few drops leaked before she could pull her lacy black panties to one side. Pulling her black skirt up towards her stomach, and pulling her knickers aside, a torrent of piss exploded out of her body. Zagartha moaned, not caring that her shaved pussy was on display, nor that she was almost certainly going to be late to the meeting. After a year without sex, this was the most horny she'd been in some time, and it took all her willpower not to start touching herself. As litres of wine, water and coffee exited her urethra, Zagartha was blissfully unaware of the door slowly opening... |
Chapter IV - The Expulsion
Zagartha had never been so ashamed in her life. Instead of a meeting that afternoon, they spent three hours discussing what her punishment should be. No detail was spared as the guy who found her recounted in detail the sight he saw when he walked in the kitchen. Urine exploding out of her body, Zagartha ecstatic with relief. And the aftermath of the incident, Zagartha desperately trying anything to persuade her fellow colleague not to tell The Leaders. She even offered a him a blow job, something she had never done before nor did she have any desire to ever do. Who knows, maybe if he'd worked for the Department of Recreation rather than the Department of Health, things would be different. But as Jamie kept reiterating, urination anywhere other than a toilet is completely unsanitary. Zagartha kept her head down throughout his entire testimony, trying to drown out the murmuring and sniggering from the others. After a long deliberation, the Leader of Health stood up to deliver her fate.
"Miss Zagartha Patel, we find your indiscretion this afternoon very unsavoury. Our members are chosen based on their ability to perform a job, and to put all other human needs on hold until that job is done. You have furthermore put our health at risk by using a communal sink as a toilet. That being said, we recognise your ability, and are willing to forget about this incident, so long as you can prove your ability to control yourself. Therefore,you will be invited to The 113th Floor with everyone else, but you will be working through these case files until 7am tomorrow morning. If you leave your desk, or soil yourself, then you can consider your time here over."
Zagartha gulped. The 113th Floor was legendary, and was meant to be what made all the hard work worth it. It's a place for the inner ring to let their hair down, basically the biggest and best party you can imagine. Working whilst everyone else was enjoying that would be hard, and not being able to go to the toilet was going to make that ten times harder. She already had to pee again, as her bladder had been so full earlier. However she simply had to hold it. She couldn't go back to life on the outside.
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The 113th floor was everything she imagined and more. Everything you could imagine was there; a fully stocked cocktail bar, a swimming pool and jacuzzi, 50 individual bedrooms for 'private activites', and a view of the whole of London. Granted, it wasn't as pretty as it used to be, but it was still surreal. Life outside this building couldn't be more different. All the other new recruits were allowed to bring their parters to the 113th floor tonight. That could be her tomorrow. If she managed to avoid wetting herself again. She longed to be in one of those rooms with Alina-382, fucking each others brains out until the early morning. Maybe tomorrow.
"Zagartha, here are the case files. Better get started," the Leader gestured towards a table next to the swimming pool.
"Can I work in my room? Think it would be less distracting," Zagartha asked.
"This is a punishment. We have no interest in making things easy for you," the Leader replied, bluntly.
The Leader sat down at the table next to Zagartha, presumably to keep an eye on her. So this is my home for the next thirteen hours, she thought to herself. She crossed her legs and started to look through the case files. She was by no means desperate, but she was very aware that her bladder was filling up. She looked in envy at all her colleagues: some had dashed into their rooms for some long overdue sex, the single ones were at the bar, no doubt hoping that their turn would come later. A waiter came towards Zagartha, holding a large glass of water.
"For you, madam," he announced.
"Oh, no thanks," Zagaratha replied, acutely aware of the need to reduce her fluid intake.
"The Leaders insist, hydration is important to productive working." Zagartha nodded anxiously. Not having my bladder explode is also important to productive working, but there we go. Aware of the eyes on her from the Leader, she had a sip of water for appearances sake. I'm going to regret that later, she thought.
Five hours later
Fuck, I feel like I have an elephant sitting on my bladder. Her pussy was sweating from the pressure of holding in her pee, at least she hoped it was sweat. Despite only ever taking tiny sips of water, she'd still gone through two pints with no relief. The Leader's watchful eyes were on her at all time, watching her biting her lip, bouncing up and down, squirming, doing whatever she could to ease the pressure. Being sat by the pool didn't help, with every splash another dagger in her bladder. As she started what felt like her 2000th case file of the night, Ellie stumbled over to her table, arms round one of the workers from the Department of Order.
"Hey man, how's it going?" asked Ellie, slurring her words ever so slightly.
"Oh you know, not great. But only another seven hours to go, so let's hope my bladder doesn't explode and kill me in that time..." Zagartha curtly replied.
"I feel ya. Hang in there mate, don't want to lose you. Me and... urm," - "Ryan," her new gentleman friend intervened - "Ryan! Me and Ryan are going back to my room, so we'll catch you tomorrow. Maybe," Ellie clearly didn't have much confidence in her holding abilities.
"Yeah yeah, have a good one," Zagartha waved them off. Everyone here is getting some tonight, even Neil managed to pull that girl from surveillance. All she wanted was to go back to her room, take a massive piss, and then get her pussy licked out by Alina-382. Another jolt from her bladder forced Zagartha to cross her legs even tighter, forcing the wee so desperate to come out to stay inside her body.
Four hours later
Zagartha was bursting. Almost literally. She could feel the walls of her bladder expanding, as she reached her absolute capacity. She had never felt pain like this, it was overriding every single other desire right now, the desire for food, the desire for sleep, the desire for sex. All she could think about was the moment her cheeks hit that porcelain seat, and she could just let go. It was just her and the Leader now, who also hadn't moved at all. Zagartha stared blankly at a case file, she'd been on the same one for an hour now. How the fuck was she meant to be productive with a bladder ready to pop? As she considered giving up for the millionth time that night, something unexpected happened.
"I must excuse myself. I hope you will remain here until I return," the Leader stood up for the first time this evening, and walked in the direction of the toilets. As soon as he was out of sight, Zagartha hitched up her skirt and dug her hands into her crotch, now in floods of tears from her desperation. What the fuck am I going to do? Despite the pressure on her pussy, Zagartha still felt a warm trickle of wee on her hand. Her panties were absolutely sodden with piss and sweat by this point, and Zagartha knew the game was nearly up. If she was going to leave, she was going to do so with dignity, and that meant finding her way to a toilet first. As quickly as her overfull bladder would let her, she gingerly walked towards the ladies, now completely powerless to stop the rivulets of wee running down her leg. She was gutted this year had been wasted for nothing. But she just had to make it to a toilet. Had to.
Now in the ladies room, her ordeal was nearly over. Her panties were soaked now, and she was practically wetting herself already. But she had her dignity, and she was determined to finish her pee in the toilet. She started to undo her skirt as she reached the door to the stall, but she was not prepared for what lay the other side. As the Leader sat on the toilet, Zagartha instinctively dug her hands into her crotch, as another jet of urine escaped her urethra. As she turned round, she noticed a camera pointed directly at her.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the inner ring, take note. This is what weakness looks like," the Leader loudly exclaimed, as Zagartha stood there helplessly, the urine now seeping through to her skirt. "This is someone who doesn't have what it takes to be like you." Zagartha was barely acknowledging The Leader's words, as her bladder finally gave way properly. Her panties quickly became overwhelmed by the hot piss exploding out of her body, and a long stream of pee ran down each leg. Zagartha hid her tear stained eyes, as the Leader continued to attack her personality in a vicious and vindictive manner. Christ, there was so much pee. She felt her piss flow down her feet, collecting at the bottom of her high heels. Her bladder felt like a balloon full of air being released, as the stream coming out of her showed no sign of stopping. Eventually, she could produce no more, as she stood in the ladies bathroom, shoes filled to the brim with piss, her crotch soaked, her face flushed red with embarrassment. As she turned to face her tormenter, she noticed him holding a ray gun like device.
"Don't worry Zagartha. You won't have to think about this ever again," he replied with an evil smirk on his face.
And with that, Zagartha Patel was no more. |
Chapter V - The Abduction
One Year, Six Months and Four Days later
It was just after 10pm, and Kayla-098 had barely moved. She was still sat on her floor, still completely naked. No more tears flowed, she had spent pretty much the last three hours wailing, lamenting how tragic her life had become. Her depression had reached a point where she couldn't even move herself to go and shower. Kayla-098 felt the familiar sensation of needing to pee. Instead of bottling it up, she just relaxed and let go, as a jet of pee steadily left her naked body. There was no way she could face another week of bladder pains, another week of wondering what long term effects this holding was going to have. She was going to work out a plan to take down The Leaders, but that would have to wait till tomorrow. Her floor was still absolutely soaked with wee, but she just didn't have the strength to deal with it now. Tonight, she will sleep. Tomorrow, she will run. But first, she really did stink of piss.
As the shower water hit her body, Kayla-098 felt better almost immediately. Slowly, she massaged her whole body with the block of soap she was provided, as gradually, the smell of pee began to disappear. For the first time in two years, she almost felt normal. Her bladder was empty, her body was clean. Feeling cleansed, she switched the shower off. Stepping out, she grabbed her white towel, and began to dry herself. Suppose I'll have to tidy up the mess out there too, she thought to herself. Wrapping the towel round her waist, exposing her small yet perky breasts, she exited the bathroom.
"FUCK!" she yelled, as a figure wearing all black grabbed her from behind. A second figure grabbed her legs, causing her towel to fall off and expose her bare pussy in the process. The first figure injected her neck with a needle, and with that, Kayla-098 would remember nothing else from that night.
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What the fuck is going on? Kayla-098 finally came too, almost seventeen hours after her flat was broken into. Not that she remembered any of that. How did I get here? She looked around, trying to work out where she was. She was freezing, no surprise as she was still completely naked, lying on a red sofa. There were no windows in the room she was in, just brown brick walls and a dim light. As she tried to sit up, she felt a strong ache in her abdomen. Once again, she was absolutely gasping for the toilet. As her eyes darted round desperately to see if she could see a loo, a blonde woman floated towards her. She wore a black jumpsuit, and gave off the authority of someone she didn't want to mess with. Kayla-098 felt self-conscious all of a sudden, and she moved her hands to cover her pussy, not just to help ease her dire need for a toilet, but also because she felt strangely embarrassed about her unshaven pussy. After all, she hadn't had anything close to a boyfriend for over two years, so why would she waste her time?
"Kayla-098, we meet at last," the mysterious woman introduced herself, stretching out her hand. Kayla-098 gave her an odd look, before lifting up her right hand for the handshake out of politeness.
"Erm hi. Not to be rude but who are you?" Kayla-098 asked.
"Not important. So.... you've had quite a ride of it the last two years. Bet you'll never choose a pint over a toilet again eh?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Speaking of which, where is your..." Kayla-098 crossed her legs tightly, before she was interrupted.
"And now you've been given one of these impossible punishments by The Leaders, which are somehow better than a stretch in prison. Even though back in the old days, public urination would get you a small fine at most," she shook her head at this.
"Sure. Seriously I really need to..." Kayla-098's back teeth were floating at this point.
"So you're probably wondering what's going on?" she asked, making direct eye contact.
Well yes, but I'm also wondering if you'll let me go to the toilet, or if I'm going to have to soak this sofa. "Sure."
"We are leading a resistance, against The Leaders. We collect people who like you, have been given these punishments, and who have reached the point where they have no choice but to rebel. We live underground, away from surveillance, away from their control."
"So we're safe here?" Kayla-098 asked, ignoring her throbbing bladder.
"Well we are so far. Of course, they will notice you've disappeared, and they will start to look for you. But we've been doing this for two years, and they've never found any of us," she replied.
"Does this mean I can pee whenever I want? Because I could really do with using the loo right now?" Kayla-098 dug her fists into her pussy.
"Of course, but first let me introduce you to the others," she gestured for her to stand up.
Just let me wee you psychopath, Kayla-098 thought to herself. Nonetheless, this was still a much better set up than before.
"You may recognise Dave-232 and Amelia-093 from earlier," she pointed towards a tall, rugged dark skinned man with short black hair, and a much shorter woman with distinctive pink hair.
"Sorry about that, nothing personal. But it's the only way to get you here without alerting The Leaders," Amelia-093 sheepishly responded. Kayla-098 just nodded awkwardly, legs twisted, and very aware of her nakedness.
"Amelia-093 forgot to pay her bus ticket once, so she was banned from using any transport for a year. She worked 15 miles away from the city," the mysterious woman explained. "And Dave-232 was caught smoking in a non-smoking area, so they filled his home with smoke for six months."
"Could barely breathe, still get coughing fits all the time," Dave-232 morosely added.
Kayla-098 glanced at him sympathetically, but truthfully, her bursting bladder was making it hard for her to concentrate. She winced as she heard the toilet flush, and again when she heard the tap come on. As Kayla-098 saw the guy leaving the bathroom, she was immediately floored by his bone structure, his cheesy smile, and his luscious brown hair. Once again, she covered her pussy, embarrassed that this was his first encounter with her. Why didn't I shave? He doesn't want to see my scraggly pubes. She tried her best to look sexy, but it was difficult to do when it felt like she had a small ocean in her bladder.
"And this is Ben-201. Now he was a very naughty boy! Got caught fucking his partner in a park, so they banned him from any form of sex for a year. Poor fucker wasn't even allowed to wank."
"Oh my. Is your partner here with you?" Kayla-098 asked, feigning innocence.
"Not quite. We split up shortly after. Turns out without sex, we didn't really have much compatibility," Ben-201 spoke with a soft Irish accent.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." Kayla-098 wanted to speak to this guy more, but her bladder was at capacity. "Please, I beg you to let me use the loo!" she turned towards the mysterious woman. Before she could answer, Kayla-098 dashed into the toilet. She was pretty sure a few drops of pee came out as she ran, but now sat on the toilet, she let herself go. She loudly sighed with relief as her torrent of pee exploded into the bowl. 17 hours worth of urine all exiting her body at one. Her relief was so much she didn't notice someone banging on the door from the other side. Minutes later, as she grabbed some loo paper to wipe herself, she heard a soft voice from outside.
"Oh no, not again," a plaintive voice cried.
Kayla-098 opened the door to see a distraught looking woman, hiding her face in embarrassment as her crotch slowly became damp with her own piss. The lack of expression from the others suggested this was a common occurrence, and even with the toilet free, this woman made no attempt to go and preserve her dignity. For the first time today, Kayla-098 didn't feel like the most embarrassed in the room, amazing given she'd been introduced to a load of strangers with her tits and vagina fully on display. The mysterious woman intervened at some point.
"And finally, Kayla-098, this is my girlfriend, Zagartha-032. I think you two will have a lot to talk about..." |
Chapter VI - The Plan
Kayla-098 screamed in ecstasy. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" It hadn't taken her long to get acquainted with Ben-201. She hadn't even had time to trim her pubic hair yet. Not that Ben-201 seemed to mind. He slowly pulled his cock from out of Kayla-098's pussy, and lay down again. It had been a while since anyone had made him feel that way. Ben-201 had been underground for two weeks now, and after eight months before that where he was banned from any form of cumming, his desire for sex was in overdrive. And while Kayla-098 had been able to deal with her own desires, it had still been a while since anyone had fucked her.
"Thank you," Ben-201 broke the silence, starting to put his boxers back on.
"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," Kayla-098 looked at him playfully, sliding into the plain white panties which had been found for her. "I'm just going to go for a wee."
"Hurry back!" Ben-201 shouted.
Kayla-098 put Ben-201's black dressing gown and made her way to the loo. She kept thinking about how great the sex was, feeling Ben-201's soft kisses on her neck, his hands making their way up her inner thighs, his mouth sucking her clit. Hopefully he'll be up for round 2 in a few minutes. But Kayla-098 knew the golden rule of peeing after sex. After finally being able to have a normal pee schedule, the last thing she needed was a UTI. Opening to the door to the bathroom, she was greeted by Zagartha-032 crying next to the bath, comforted by her girlfriend.
"Oh sorry! I can come back later?" Kayla-098 offered, noticing another wet patch on the crotch of her blue jumpsuit.
"No, no, it's okay, come in," her girlfriend gestured. Kayla-098 wanted to pee, but she felt that she should go and comfort Zagartha-032 first.
"Hey, erm I know we've not met properly, but just know you have no need to be embarassed. However many times you've pissed yourself, I bet you I've pissed myself more!" Kayla-098 offered a half hearted smile.
"At least you can control it though," Zagartha-032 answered.
Her girlfriend interrupted "Zagartha-032 used to work for The Leaders." Kayla-098 immediately felt her anger raise as they were mentioned. "I didn't see her for a year, they weren't allowed any contact whatsoever, it was fucking horrible. They had these big parties every weekend, and we were meant to be going to one together, the first time we would have seen each other in a year. But about an hour before, I get a message from The Leaders, telling me that I would not be able to attend as Zagartha-032 had broken the rules. I still have no idea what she did, but a month later, I found her wondering around the street, naked, and with no idea of any of the events which had happened since The Takeover. I managed to get her to remember me eventually, but that took months and months. We had to move underground, as The Leaders ruled that Zagartha-032 was staying with me illegally. But I couldn't leave her by herself, she needed so much care at the start. And now, everything else is normal, except she still doesn't remember anything about The Leaders."
"That, and my bladder doesn't work properly. I don't realise that I need to toilet until I'm absolutely bursting, cannot hold a drop more liquid in. We've tried everything, but if I try and pee whilst my bladder is only half full, nothing comes out," Zagartha-032 added.
"We can't go to the doctors, because they'll turn us over to The Leaders straight away if they find out we've been living off grid. As far as they're concerned, everyone down her is missing, presumed dead," her girlfriend explained.
"But there's surveillance everywhere. How do they not find you?" Kayla-098 asked.
"Amelia-093 is a computer genius, she's managed to find a way to interfere with the surveillance, but it normally only lasts about twenty minutes, and they make is harder to hack every time. Without her, this whole thing wouldn't be possible," Zagartha-032 replied.
"So what's the point? Why are we all here?" Kayla-098 was getting increasingly frustrated.
"We want to take down The Leaders, more than anything. Zagartha-032 has been on the inside, if we can somehow unlock those memories from her, then we can find out what we need to infiltrate the inner ring. And we believe you're the last piece of the puzzle."
"Why me though?" Kayla-098 asked, confusedly.
"As far as we can work out, Zagartha-032 was punished in a similar way to you, for either public urination, or maybe she wet herself. I imagine the life of the Leaders doesn't offer much opportunity for bathroom breaks. If you can somehow find out what happened, then she may remember other things, and help us infiltrate the inner ring. It's worth a shot."
Kayla-098 nodded her head in agreement, but her bladder sent her a friendly reminder that it required relief. "Now if you don't mind..."
Zagartha-032 and her girlfriend took the hint and started to leave the room - "Have fun with Ben-201," Zagartha-032's girlfriend winked as she said this. Kayla-098 could barely hide her smile, as she finally got to urinate. And in a few minutes, she'd be back in bed for some more fun. |
Chapter VII - The Prisoner
Drip drop drip drop. The prisoner winced as the pipes above her started leaking again. She lay on the bed, handcuffed to the headboard, as she was for twenty three hours of the day. She had no idea how long she'd been in this dingy basement, starved of sunlight and companionship. She never thought she'd miss working at the warehouse, spending her days putting labels on beer bottles. Now, the highlight of her day was being able to go to the toilet in the bucket, and eat a lumpy serving of porridge, served with tepid water. Taking another sip of water from the glass on the table next to her, she cursed herself. You idiot, you already have to pee, don't make it worse. Her internal clock was never that good, and time moved much more slowly down here. She reckoned she had anywhere between two hours and six hours before she was untied again. She'd already had to relieve herself on the floor earlier, and since the room already stank of stale urine, it barely made a difference. The mattress of the bed was new, after the smell from her old mattress had become so unbearable, even her captor couldn't stand it anymore. And she was desperate to avoid pissing on it for as long as possible. The problem was, when you had nothing else to occupy your mind, it was hard to be distracted once your bladder starts to fill.
One Year, Six Months and Five Days earlier
Alina-382 washed off the last of the shaving foam, as she finished grooming her pussy. After a year without seeing her girlfriend, she was so ready for a night of alcohol and sex. She'd already planned it out. Once she got to the 113th floor, they'd go straight to the rooms, fuck, shower, have drinks, get some dinner, fuck again, have some more drinks, go in the pool (maybe fuck), and if they still had energy, a final fuck before bed. She was so proud of Zagartha, who had worked so hard all year, and now had a job in the inner ring. Maybe Alina-382's life of monotony on the warehouse floor was about to be over. Alina-382 wore a slim turquoise bodysuit, which showed off her cleavage perfectly, her favourite pair of lacy red panties, and some high heels which added a good few inches to her height. The Leaders had been kind enough to allow her to get some new clothes for the party, and after a year of wearing the same blue overalls every day, she was relieved. Right, must go to the loo before the transport comes, she thought. "Need a wee, need a wee, need a wee..." she sang to herself as she made her way to the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door, she heard a knock on the door. Should probably let them in first, don't want them to think I'm not here, she reasoned. To her bladder's dismay, she went to answer the door, to be greeted by a bald middle aged man, dressed in a black suit, and wearing dark sunglasses.
"Here to take you to the 113th floor, madam," the man explained, in a semi robotic tone.
"Oh lovely, do you mind if I pop to the loo quickly? Haven't had a chance to go all afternoon," Alina-382 crossed her legs together as she said this.
"There's no time. The gates to the 113th floor shut at 6pm sharp," he answered, to a look of horror from Alina-382. But she was a big girl, and would be able to hold it another forty minutes longer.
"Okay, I'll just grab my bag then," Alina-382 ignored the desires of her body, grabbed her pink suitcase and headed out the door. The accommodation was a black taxi, like they used to drive in London years ago. Now, taxis had become a symbol of the rich and powerful, and Alina-382 was high key excited to be riding in one for the first time.
"Champagne?" her driver asked, as she buckled her seatbelt.
"Ooh yes please," Alina-382 replied, ignoring her increasing desperation for the toilet. As she heard the champagne trickle into the glass, she pressed her thighs together, hoping that there were toilets close to the entrance.
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Half an hour later, Alina-382 had made her way through three glasses of champagne, and was feeling it. Loosening her belt for temporary relief, she was still absolutely desperate to use the toilet.
"How long have we got? I'm dying for a wee back here," Alina-382 asked through gritted teeth.
"Only ten minutes or so," he replied. He kept glancing at his rear view mirror, to the point where Alina-382 was convinced he was enjoying it.
"Is there really nowhere we can stop? I can't guarantee these seats will stay dry," Alina-382 cried.
"Not if you want to go to the party," he answered, "and if you get a drop of piss on those seats, then you'll be out of here quicker than you can say 'Floor 113'," her curtly added.
Alina-382 nodded, and dug her hands deeper into her crotch. She wasn't exactly known for her mammoth bladder, but this felt like a different level. She'd not been this bursting to go since she flew to Australia for her gap year seven years ago. She'd always been squeamish about using public toilets, especially plane ones. She tried to hold it for the whole fourteen hour flight, and whilst she nearly made it, a queue at the loos in Sydney Airport meant she could hold on no longer, and she wet herself at the tender age of 18. After what felt like a lifetime of holding, they arrived at the reception.
"Hello, we have Alina-382 here, guest of Zagartha, here for tonight's party," her driver spoke through the intercom. Alina-382 gasped as a slither of pee escaped her burning urethra, and into the crotch of her lacy panties.
"Erm, can you just come through here a second sir?" the lady behind the intercom asked.
"Sure thing. You wait here, I'll be right back," he looked at her beetroot red face, "and you'd better not piss in here."
With the driver out of sight, Alina-382 abandoned all social convention, crossing her legs tightly, and digging her hands up against her peehole. She felt like her bladder was about to explode any moment. She didn't care about seeing Zagartha any more, she just wanted to relieve herself, anywhere. She frantically looked round for a container she could pee in. There was only one champagne glass, and it would probably only hold about 1/16 of the urine she had stored up. As another drop of wee leaked out, Alina-382 heard the car door open again. Finally! She could hold it for the next few minutes.
Noticing that her bald middle aged driver had been replaced by a middle aged woman with long blonde hair, Alina-382 looked puzzledly at the driver. "Mike-912 had to pop out, there's been a slight change of plan," she answered, reversing away from reception.
"What does that mean?" Alina-382 asked, now frightened, as she saw Mike-912 running after them, shouting swear words at the new driver.
"You'll find out," she replied, and before Alina-382 could respond, she grabbed a needle from her handbag, and stabbed her full bladdered passenger in the neck. Lying unconscious in the back seat of the taxi, Alina-382's bladder finally gave up. The crotch of her turquoise body suit slowly began to darken, whilst rivers of urine ran down her leg, and down into her shoes and the footwell of the taxi. Despite being unconscious, Alina-382 looked visibly relieved as the desperate pressure in her bladder subsided, and eventually, it was empty once more. In twelve hours, Alina-382 would wake up confused, smelly and terrified, but for now, she was blissfully unaware of the hell her life was about to turn into. |
Chapter VIII - The Forgotten One
Alina-382's eyes slowly opened, twelve hours after they last shut. Her head was pounding, her bladder throbbing. What the fuck is going on? Trying to move, she realised her left hand was handcuffed to a bed frame. Uh oh. This was bad. She wrinkled her nose at the fowl stench of urine; looking down, she realised that she must have wet herself, as there was still a faint wet patch on her bodysuit. Alina-382 overheard a loud clunk. The same woman who hijacked the car walked in.
"Hello Alina-382, you must have lots of questions!" the woman asked, sounding very casual for someone who just did a kidnap.
"What the - where am I?" Alina-382 struggled to get her words out.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to get used to this. Think of it as a little holiday. Except you're never going to leave," she replied.
Alina-382's heart rate increased ten fold "What do you mean, why are you doing this?" she cried. "Where's Zagartha, I want to see her!"
"Unfortunately Zagartha rather disgraced herself today, and so she is no longer considered part of the inner circle," Alina-382 felt a feeling of dread overcome her, she'd heard rumours about what happens if you get evicted from the inner circle.
"But she's okay? Please I have to know!" she begged, as her need for answers became more pressing than her need to use the loo.
"Oh she will be. They'll wipe her memory, probably dump her in some random place, and then I'll be there to look after her," the woman replied.
"What the fuck? Why you? What's going on? This has to be a bad dream," Alina-382 was getting increasingly frantic.
"I'll keep it simple. I want to get into the inner ring. And what better way to do that than to harvest secrets from someone who used to be there," the woman had an unsettling smile throughout the whole conversation.
"But I thought you said they'll wipe her memory?" replied Alina-382 struggling to make any sense of this.
"They will. But memory wipes won't last for ever. Certain things will trigger memory recall, and then all the inner ring secrets will be mine!"
"Wait wait, but she's going to remember me then surely? And we don't exactly look the same," Alina-382 was getting increasingly agitated, not helped by her full bladder.
"Don't worry dear, I've got that all covered. The memory wipe they give her will be pretty comprehensive, and when she starts to re-remember, her previous memories will be shaped by what she thinks is true. So as long as I keep saying I'm Alina-382, and I can get enough information about your relationship from you, that won't be an issue."
"And what the fuck makes you think I'm going to give you any information?" Alina-382 asked, now so desperate for a pee she was started to sweat.
"Oh trust me, I will. Do you want to use the toilet?" her captor asked.
Alina-382 was confused, that seemed an oddly compassionate thing for someone who had just imprisoned her to say. She felt it was a trap, but with her bladder about to explode, she blurted out: "YES!"
"Very good. Well I just need a tiny bit of information. When did you start dating?" she asked, tablet at the ready to make notes.
"Fuck you, I'm not telling you anything you cunt," Alina-382 snapped.
"Well language like that won't get you very far, will it. Tell you what, I've not been for a wee in ages. If you don't want to use the toilet, then I suppose I may as well take advantage." And with that, her captor pulled her trousers and knickers down, planted her bum on the seat and let go. "Ahhhhhhh that is bliss," she moaned, as Alina-382 did everything to try and block the sound out. Her tired bladder started to wilt, and as Alina-382 felt her crotch dampen again, she did everything she could to stop it, jamming her peehole shut with both hands. Eventually, her captor finished. Wiping her pussy, she remarked "Sorry about that, I really was busting!" Noticing Alina-382's predicament, she added "There will be punishments if you pee yourself."
"Okay okay. We started dating on 17th April, 1 BTT (Before The Takeover), now please let me piss," she begged, feeling another jet of hot urine dampen her bodysuit.
"Very good," she replied, releasing the handcuffs. Alina-382 wondered if she could run for it, but the door looked pretty tightly shut. Plus she didn't think she'd be able to run in her condition. Being so close to the toilet was torturous, and as she tried to pull her zip down, her resolve was quickly disappearing. She was more or less wetting herself by the time she pulled her body suit down to her waist, but she was able to waddle to the toilet just about. Pulling her panties aside to reveal her shaved pussy, the rest of her piss gushed into the bowl. Alina-382 loudly moaned, whilst her captor showed no signs of being embarrassed by the tsunami of pee making its way into the toilet.
"See, we can work together on this one. You keep giving me information, and I'll make your life down here as comfortable as possible! Good night," her captor jokingly blew her a kiss, as she turned the light off and locked the steel door behind her.
One Year, Six Months and Five Days later
It hadn't been too bad at the start. Alina-382 would reluctantly share information with her captor, and in turn, she'd be allowed to use the toilet whenever she wanted, and enjoy her cell without the need for handcuffs. Sometimes her captor would even treat her to a nice meal and some TV. However once Zagartha-032 showed up, her captor found that she'd found out all the information she needed. Gradually, visits to her cell became less and less, Alina-382 was getting less food, and was becoming increasingly stir crazy without any fresh air or natural light. After a fateful night where Alina-382 managed to escape her cell, only for guards to find her immediately, her captor was not willing to take any more chances, and so she was consigned to 23 hours handcuffed to the bed. Alina-382 had no idea when that was. She'd guess maybe six months ago, but she couldn't be sure.
The urge to pee became insurmountable once more. Unbuttoning her grey overalls was difficult with one hand handcuffed to the bed. Eventually, she managed to strip down to just her knickers and bra. Sliding her already piss stained white panties off, she released her bladder on the floor, lying on the edge of the mattress, being sure to avoid getting any on the mattress. As she heard the keys jangle, she instinctively rolled away from the edge. She tried her best to halt the flow as her captor walked towards her, but her bladder was nowhere near empty, and her pelvic floor could no longer hold back the tide. Her wee pooled round her naked bum, soaking the mattress through.
"Well that went well for you, didn't it," her captor replied. Alina-382 just glared at her. Everyday, she kept herself sane by imagining increasingly more painful ways of torturing her. "You won't be getting a new one. And since you clearly don't need clothes, you no longer will have clothes."
Alina-382's eyes widened, it was cold enough in the cell with clothes, let alone without them. "Can you just kill me instead? You don't need me anymore, and I just can't do this anymore." It was the first time she'd spoken to her captor in two to four months.
"I could never kill someone. Torment, yes, but killing is crossing a line," she replied, showing more compassion than she had done for a while.
"Well let me go then. You can wipe my memory, whatever, I just can't do this anymore," Alina-382 begged.
"Now you know I can't risk that. I'm afraid you're here forever sweetheart," her captor blew her a kiss. "Got to go now, it's mine and Zagartha-032's anniversary today."
Alina-382 tried to lunge at her, but the handcuffs stopped her. Now alone in her cell, she was beyond the point of wanting to torture her captor. As soon as she escaped, she was going to kill her. |
Chapter IX - The Breakthrough
Two Weeks Later
A fortnight into Kayla-098's time at the hideout, and things could hardly be going better. She and Ben-201 were fucking every day, sometimes twice, sometimes thrice. The bladder pain which had plagued her for the last two years was finally gone, and she felt she could drink normal amounts of liquid without worrying about what affect it would have on her. Her life finally felt back on track.
She'd also built up a strong friendship with Zagaratha-032. They'd regularly spend evenings discussing various stories about their bladder trauma, usually after another one of Zagartha-032's accidents. They would sit in the kitchen together with a cup of tea, and spend the hours comforting each other, sometimes crying together about the pain which had been inflicted on their lives. Kayla-098 was still unsure about her girlfriend, who eventually identified herself as Alina-382. But there was something weird about her. Sometimes it felt as though she was hiding something. Maybe that was just the paranoia which was all too common since The Takeover. Once again, her and Zagartha-032 sat round the table, Zagartha-032 in a piss soaked tracksuit, Kayla-098 sorting out the teas.
"There you go Zag," Kayla-098 handed her a mug of hot tea, one sugar, tiny drop of milk.
"Thank you Kay, sorry you always have to deal with me like this," Zagartha-032 replied. She didn't cry when it happened any more, she knew that there was no judgement at all from her friend.
"Right, I suppose I owe you another story then," Kayla-098 sighed. "So this one takes place about a week after the punishment was imposed.
Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Days Earlier
Kayla-098 groaned as she felt the familiar sensation of a bowling ball on top of her bladder. She was just six days into her punishment, but so far, she'd yet to go a single day sticking to the parameters of her sentence. On Saturday, she urinated four times, Sunday, three, Monday, five, Tuesday, four, Wednesday, four and today, she'd been twice, once at 7am, and once at 3pm. It was 11:53pm, and Kayla-098 was still at the office. It was mandatory for every citizen to work overnight at least once a month, The Leaders decreed that it meant work could be achieved every minute of every day everywhere. Not that Kayla-098's work was productive, not with her bladder threatening to give way once more. She twisted her legs in agony, as her pent up wee caused her urethra to throb with pain. Everyone knew about her punishment by now. Her boyfriend dumped her a few days ago because of it, and all her colleagues steered clear of her, presumably to avoid having to hear her moan about how bursting for a wee she was, or even worse, getting inadvertently covered in her piss. To her credit, she hadn't actually properly wet herself again yet. She at least had a desk right next to the toilet, so she could dart in when she finally could hold it no more. But she had 7 minutes left. If she could last that long, then at least she'd put herself 1/7 of the way towards actually ending her punishment. Nonetheless, her situation was bad. Any sharp movement, and her bladder would surely give up the ghost.
A strong burst of wee made its way into her knickers. Kayla-098 started to sob for the 300th time that week, and her colleague on the adjacent desk moved her chair away slightly. Using all of her pelvic floor muscles, Kayla-098 was able to clamp the stream shut. However she knew the flood was coming any minute. She looked at her watch, she still had another five minutes to hold it. Every second was pure agony, her bladder felt like it was being prodded by thousands of knives all at once. Not surprising, given the enforced hydration breaks meant that her bladder now held about a litre of water, which had steadily filled since 3pm. She was absolutely beside herself with how desperate for the toilet she was at this point. She'd long lost focus in what she was doing, focusing purely on keeping her urine inside her body. Three minutes to go. She'd already unzipped her overalls, and when no one was looking, she was digging her hands into her pussy to stem the tide. She felt temporary relief as she subtly jammed her fists into her already damp peehole, but she quickly gasped as spurt of wee leaked onto her knuckles.
Two minutes to go, and Kayla-098 decided it was time to start to make her way to the toilet. As she stood up, her bladder spasmed, and another long streak of piss left her body. Kayla-098 clutched everything, and limped towards the loo, unable to stand up properly. With every step, the liquid in her bladder swished about, like a bucket full to the brim. Finally at the door to the ladies, she knew the finishing line was in sight. She just had to survive one more minute.
The ladies bathroom had two stalls, and to Kayla-098's dismay, they were both in use. Now, all she could hear was two quite forceful streams of piss, all the while her bladder was on the verge of exploding. Dignity out the window now she was in the relative safety of the ladies room, she took off her overalls, so she was just in her white bra and panties. The alarm on her phone signified it was midnight. With no sign of the stalls becoming free, Kayla-098 did the next best thing. Not even bothering to take off her knickers, Kayla-098 perched her bum over the sink, and let the pee burst out of her. She moaned in ecstasy as her panties became soaked with her piss. She didn't care that both women had now finished, and were watching her wet herself as they waited to wash their hands. She didn't care that she would have to throw these panties away. She didn't even care that she would almost certainly not manage to repeat her feat of only peeing twice in a day. For now, she just cared that the pain in her bladder was subsiding. Finishing up, she hopped off the sink to let the two women wash their hands, slipping off her white panties to throw in the bin.
"You're fucking disgusting," one of her colleagues sneered at her. The ecstasy had gone, Kayla-098 felt vulnerable, naked both literally and metaphorically. This was her life now, and she had to get used to it somehow.
Two Years, Three Months and Twenty Days Later
Zagartha-032's eyes widened as she heard Kayla-098's tale. Suddenly, it was all becoming clear again. She remembered it all, the year with The Leaders, the endless work, the eventual humiliation. A year of her life which had been completely forgotten was now back, with near perfect clarity.
"Kay! I think I remember what happened!" Zagartha-032 exclaimed.
"What? But how?" Kayla-098 asked.
"It must have been your story. Cos that's why I got punished. I pissed in a sink and they caught me. That's why I got kicked out of the Inner Ring! Come on, we have to find Ali, I have so much to tell her!" Zagartha-032 was genuinely smiling, for perhaps the first time since she left the Inner Ring.
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Chapter X - The Betrayal
Two Weeks Later
It was 2:56pm, and Kayla-098 had already done her fifth nervous pee of the day. Zagartha-032 remembered all sorts of useful information about the inner ring, including all the various gaps in their surveillance. For the past two weeks, the gang had been exploiting these gaps to spread the word of an underground gathering. Today was the day that they would lead a call to war, a call to end the tyranny of the inner ring, a call to take down The Leaders. Alina-382 had been instrumental in organising all of this, clearly passionate about restoring everyone's liberties. Kayla-098 had once been unsure about the undoubted leader of the gang, but she'd grown to respect this passionate woman.
"Right everyone, let's get going!" Alina-382 yelled, rounding everyone up into a small black van.
Zagartha-032 was first in the van, followed by Dave-232, Ben-201 and Amelia-093. Kayla-098 was last in, slamming the door shut behind her. Alina-382 was driving, it was about a two hour drive to the nearest place where they could both hold a big gathering, and go undetected by The Leaders. Nerves were running high, Zagartha-032 was reading a book to try and take her mind off it, Dave-232 was listening to music, Ben-201 was trying to get some rest and Amelia-093 kept nervously trying to strike up conversation with an irritated Alina-382. Kayla-098 was running through her speech once again, hoping to inspire an army to war.
"Ali, how long till we get there? I'm busting for a pee," Amelia-093 interjected, legs crossed tightly.
"First of all, it's Alina-382, not Ali. And we're still an hour away I'm afraid. Why didn't you go before we left?" Alina-382 asked.
"I didn't need to go then, aw please can we pull over? I'm dying here," Amelia-093 begged, clearly quite distressed.
"No, we don't have time. You'll have to hold it," Alina-382 curtly said.
At this point, Dave-232 took his headphones out "Boss, I really have to go too. Are you sure there's no way we can stop?"
"No, stop being such a pair of weak bladdered babies," Alina-382 snapped. Zagartha-032 bowed her head at this comment.
About half an hour of lip biting and crotch holding passed, before Amelia-093 dared speak up again.
"Boss, I'm really really bursting now. It's going to come out any moment," Amelia-093 looked like she was about to cry.
"Look, here's my empty Coke cup, just go in here," Alina-382 passed the cup to the back of the van.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. Boys look away!" Amelia-093 yelped as she undid the button at the top of her trousers. Yanking her knickers down to reveal her pussy, neatly shaved to reveal just a small strip of pubic hair, she positioned the cup and released her bladder. Or at least she tried to. Unfortunately for her, an overwhelming bout of bladder shyness overcame her, and her body would not yield a drop.
"Ah I can't fucking piss!" screamed Amelia-093.
"Well I can, give that here!" Dave-232 yanked the cup out of her hands, pulled his penis out and released his aching bladder. Amelia-093 could hardly stand his moans of relief, as she pulled her knickers and jeans back up, feeling horrendously unsatisfied. "Ah fuck me that was good." Dave-232 launched the cup out of he window, full to the brim with his piss.
"What the fuck Dave, now I can't use it," Amelia-093 shouted.
"Looks like you couldn't use it anyway,' Dave-232 pointed out, smirking as he said it.
"Please Alina, I'm begging you, just please can we stop somewhere," Amelia-093 desperately pleaded. "My bladder feels like it's about to explode."
"We have the chance to make history today. And that won't happen if we turn up late, so no, we're not going to miss our chance to take down the leaders so you can relieve your bladder." Alina-382 was beginning to really lose her patience.
Amelia-093 sat back in her chair, disconsolate and desperate. The pain in her bladder showed no signs of subsiding, but she had no option but to cross her legs tighter. The more the journey went on, the more tempted she was to just wet herself and deal with the consequences. She had never needed the loo more in her life, she cursed herself for drinking so many energy drinks earlier to pep herself up for the rally. Yet somehow she managed to hold it, and as the van pulled up, she knew that relief was only moments away.
"Right, I'll be back in a second, you all wait here," Alina-382 instructed.
"But...!" Amelia-093 interjected.
"Wait here!" Alina-382 barked.
The pain was so intense at this point. Running out of options, Amelia-093 tried to just wet herself. But despite her bladder being full to the brim with urine, it just would not release. Her eyes darted around, she couldn't even see a toilet anywhere. What was she going to do? Here she was, absolutely bursting to pee, with no toilets in sight, about to give one of the most important speeches of her life. As she tried once more to relieve her bladder, she was interrupted by a loud crashing sound.
"EVERYBODY STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" yelled a man wearing full bulletproof clothing, emblazoned with Department of Justice on the front.
Suddenly, Amelia-093's bladder wasn't the priority. Not that it mattered, as her pee exploded out of her urethra, running down both her legs in long, warm streams. The relief was massively outweighed by the terror at the situation they found themselves in. As she looked out of the window and saw Alina-382 laughing with a Department of Justice worker, one thing was for sure. They had been betrayed. |
Here is the last story for HololiveEN. I realized that I gave the most pure girl the most erotic scenario, but I find it to be poetic. I already have ideas in mind for several other generations of Hololive, so let me know what you'd be interested in seeing. Thank you!
For the past few weeks, Ninomae Ina’nis had been distraught by the events plaguing more and more members of Hololive. Her mental and physical connection with the Ancient Ones had granted her several supernatural abilities, one of which showed her the activities of anyone she associated with. As a result, she was well aware of all the recent “accidents” of the other Hololive girls. She watched as her friends and coworkers all had unique and embarrassing episodes. If she knew better, she’d have thought someone was making all of it up.
Naturally, the Ancient Ones would join her in viewing these events, asking Ina telepathically about the ways of the human world. This curiosity did not exclude erotic or sexual tendencies either. As a part of Ina’s conscience, they would often ask her to replicate pornographic scenarios and fetishes, as well as masturbation sessions to regularly satisfy the both of them. Needless to say, every instance of the aforementioned girls messing themselves did not go unnoticed either, and it made the Ancient Ones aroused.
Ina sat at her desk, sipping on tea and doodling on her drawing tablet. She had been constipated for the last few days, and it was starting to hurt. The tea she was drinking was laced with a potent laxative she had picked up from the pharmacy. She had a stream in a few hours, so she was hoping it was as fast-acting as the doctor told her. As she pondered to herself, she felt a tentacle gently caress her inner thigh. She jumped a little before realizing what was touching her.
“Hey, not now,” she started, “I’ve got a stream soon. Can we save it for after?” The rubbing against her leg made it obvious what the Ancient Ones wanted, but they could wait. Between her urge, or lack thereof, to poop and her upcoming stream, the petite girl had more pressing matters to attend to. For the time being, the Ancient Ones retracted their tentacles, but made it clear that they were eager for pleasure.
The paranormal girl was sketching on her tablet when she felt a sudden pang in her stomach. After several days, she was about to finally get the relief she sought. She rose from her seat and started to make her way to the bathroom. As she reached the doorway, however, she felt herself get pulled back by something.
“What the,” she inquired as she turned her head around, identifying the culprit. The tentacles of the Ancient Ones had planted themselves outside of the door, sticking to the wall with their suction cups. “This isn’t funny guys,” Ina pouted before continuing, “you know I have to poop.” She tried to start walking forward, but was met by the same resistance as the first time. She felt her gut tighten. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, so any shenanigans the Ancient Ones were up to would have to wait. “Seriously, this isn’t funny!” She tried to force herself through the doorway, to no avail. Rather, the ancient ones wrapped their tentacles around Ina’s arms and legs and began to suspend her in the air.
“What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?!” Ina snapped, growing furious at the childishness of the Ancient Ones. “I know you guys are horny, but this is just ridiculous.” The petite artist started to struggle, only to be met with a sharp pain in her stomach again. Rationalizing the position she was in, she started to beg for her freedom.
“Come on, guys. Let me go, please!” The desperation in her voice only grew as the pressure against her anus did the same. “We can do whatever you want afterwards. Literally, anything you want!” Little did she know that the Ancient Ones were about to get exactly what they wanted.
After a bit of pouting and begging, a small fart escaped from Ina’s rear, causing her to clench her backside. She asked, “What is it you guys want?!” Right after, she felt a tentacle rub right against her crotch through her black panties. Preparing for a tormenting erotic session, she suddenly jolted from surprise as she felt an unwanted probe against her anus. “What was that for?! Are you trying to make me crap myse-” Ina stopped at the end of her sentence, as she had been hit like a brick by an epiphany.
“Oh shit…”
That’s exactly what the Ancient Ones were trying to do. They usually had a tendency to subject her to anything erotic they saw in the visions of others, and the last few weeks had been filled with nothing but girls messing their underwear. Ina grew desperate, now knowing that the thing they wanted the most was the thing she wanted the least. Flustered and confused, her pleas devolved into whimpers as she tried to make some sort of negotiation with her spirit-bonded companion.
“Hey, guys, let’s talk about this a little bit…” Ina whined as her pleas went unheard. “I know you guys are into some kinky stuff, but there’s lines that you shouldn’t cross, you know?” Again, her words fell on deaf ears as she felt a tentacle attempt to probe her through her underwear again. From her front, another appendage was roughly moving itself back and forth against the girl’s vagina, arousing her against her volition.
“Let me go… please…” Ina was starting to lose control, and she knew it. She was being attacked on both fronts, one in arousal and the other in pain, and knew she wouldn’t win. Deep in her heart, she just wanted this to be over with more than anything. A tear started to stream down her cheek as she lost her resolve. “You guys want me to mess myself? Fine,” the artist said firmly, releasing all of her tension, allowing herself to go limp.
Small grunts surfaced from her lips as Ina started to release several days’ worth of shit into her panties. The laxatives must have done their job well, as instead of logs of poop, feces ejected from her asshole into a mound of soft mush nestling itself it the back of her undergarments. In response, her panties started expanding outwards at a rapid rate, the bulge growing from the size of a golf ball to that of a baseball in a matter of seconds. Running out of room in the rear, the solid waste started pushing its way to her sensitive area, which was currently being barraged by an unrelenting tentacle. By the time she had finished forcefully crapping herself, no areas in her panties were spared from the gross, smelly mass.
Ina should have felt disgusted with herself, messing herself worse than almost any of the other Hololive members thus far. But instead, what should have been a face of humiliation and defeat was replaced with one of pure ecstasy. Drool starting to run down her face, it was clear that the usually pure girl was now in a similar or stronger state of arousal than the Ancient Ones. Naturally, they were very much aware of this, and now wanted to reward Ina in the best way possible for the show she put on for them. The tentacle which was massaging her front increased its pace and intensity, eliciting some eccentric groans from the otherwise pure vtuber. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for the rear tentacle that was probing her to start rubbing her filthy backside in a similar manner.
This drove Ina wild. Her body started gyrating forward and back to match the motions of the Ancient Ones against her. What used to be groans and incomprehensible speech escalated into howls and moans, as if she was an animal in heat.
“F-fu… Fuck, FUCK!”
Screams erupted from the usually reserved artist as she exploded in bliss, releasing a powerful orgasm. Any sense of self-preservation left her body along with her sexual juices as she soiled her already dirty panties with her cum. Just like that, in what was possibly no longer than five minutes, Ina had her world turned upside-down. Having accomplished their mission, the Ancient Ones retracted their tentacles back into the half-conscious girl, allowing her to fall to the floor and returning control of her body to her. Utilizing the last of her strength, she sent out a tweet to let her fans know she had to cancel her stream for the day. Her eyes heavy, she made no attempt to clean herself up, passing out on the floor for a well-deserved nap. |
Greetings Fellow Omorashians!
Just a forewarning, This story WILL contain swearing, possible nudity depending on the situation, and uh... I’ll warn you when something else comes up 😄
I love the fiction and fan fiction that exists in the wet existence that is the Omo world, and finally I wanna play my part. But I wanna try something different. This story will take place in the universe of High School Story (Awesome game!), and will be from my main character’s POV. His name is Kamo, and the school he and most of his friends go to is called Commander's Academy For the General, or CAF-G. Don’t ask how I came up with that name, I kinda forgot.
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BEEP BEEP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! BEEP BEEP! TIME FOR SCHOOL! TIME FOR SCHOOL! BEEP BEEP- Click
.. Where the hell did I get that ringtone...
... "UUEEAAAAHHHHH!"... 06:30... Already? Aww man....
I stretched as I released a big yawn. After looking at the time again to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, I reluctantly made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. And as you can imagine, I was having a very nice dream. After using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, taking a nice hot shower that finally woke me up and brushing my almost non-existent hair, I searched my wardrobe for the day’s outfit and settled upon what everyone calls "The Camo Cool". It’s like the military and looking badass came together. A jungle-green and sand-yellow camouflaged jacket with dark gray sleeves on top of a simple light gray shirt, along with beige cargo pants accompanied by black and white sneakers, and to top it off, a pair of grey-lensed aviators. Judge my sense of fashion all you want, the point is I look awesome and I feel good.
"Noice!" I said to myself as I struck a pose at the mirror. I chuckled and went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I made the batter last night, so all I did was fry ‘dem pancakes and DRENCHED with mint-flavored syrup (I have a very sweet tooth you see 😛 ). I watched some TV as I ate then proceeded to pack my bags. As you can tell by this point, this is very routine. I do this almost every day, besides the pancakes. Nothing out of the ordinary. Before I left, I looked into the living room mirror one last time.
A very tall young devilishly handsome black man with short black hair and, surprisingly, bright cobalt blue eyes looked back at me, being accompanied by big buff body of average build. I flexed a bit with a dashing smile before I left. As I locked the door and got my bike out of the garage, I took a deep breath of the cold crisp morning air.
“Sniiffffffff.... exhale. Hmm... Beautiful.” I said as I looked at the sky. The street my house is built on overlooks the rest of town with the beach in the distance. And the Sun rose from the west, the sky a beautiful mix of pale blue, orange, pink and purple, topped off with grey clouds over the horizon. Huh. The news said it might rain today. Perfect 😌
Hmm? Who am I? Ooooh mah bad, where are my manners. Heheh.
My name’s Kamo Seitshiro. You pronounce my surname like [See-tsi-rro. Emphasis on the R, and the H is silent]. I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa 🇿🇦, and my parents moved here to the American West Coast back when I was 9 years old. So yeah I have South African and American citizenship. My family is... extreme to say the least. I have absolutely NO IDEA how the fuck it’s even possible, but 90% of my family from both sides are in the military of at least 10 or 12 different countries.
I kid you not, I am completely serious!
My dad works for the South African Army Special Forces as a sharpshooter, my mom works for the United States Marines as an intelligence officer, one of my Uncles works for the Russian Spetznaz as a Heavy Weapons Guy, my one aunt is an attack helicopter pilot for the British Army, my other Uncle is a fighter pilot for the Chinese Naval Air Force, and so on and so forth. So... yeah, a lot of exciting stories that I swore to keep secret until and beyond the day I die. Anyhow, at some point one of my uncles and aunts came here to the East coast and decided to build a school for unimportant reasons. The school got very popular, unofficially because of me. 😎
I promote this school as not just a school, but a home as well. A place for anyone, no matter who you are or what your past is. When you’re here, you can be yourself. You’re accepted. You’re part of a family. Amazingly, within my age group and among my peers, finding such genuine places is getting all the more rare each day.
Hmm... That’s the good stuff right there. Anyways, for most of the time I live alone with my dog Lexie and my cat TJ you see. And so because of the incredible family dynamic, I get A LOT of free time. My house (Which is technically my parent’s house but since they’re rarely here it might as well be mine) is your typical one-storey bungalow with two garages, a swimming pool in the backyard and a launcher on the roof for launching drones. As I mentioned, the street my house is built on is on top of a hill, which offers me a fantastic view of the town and the beach in the distance. Whelp, that’s me. Not much else to say. Anything else that comes up you’ll probably find out as the story progresses. Yes I acknowledge that I’m breaking the fourth wall. What are you gonna do about it hmm?
As I drove down the main road (By the way my school is close enough to walk, but sometimes I like to drive there) I stopped at a red traffic light. Looking to my left and down the street I see another school. My school’s main rival, Hearst High. Ohhhhhh I fuckin’ hate those guys. The relationship between us is like the US and Soviet Union during the cold war. We’re always spying on each other, finding ways to antagonize each other, starting numerous proxy wars, and filling the neighborhood with unnecessary amount of tension. When we compete in any event or sports, all eyes are on us. And yeah we both have our own ‘allies’. Ah well, it was the healthy kind of tension anyways, if there is such a thing. The kind that motivates you to do better than your would-be opponent. Still, screw them though-Hello??
A very fancy purple sports car pulls into Heart’s parking lot quite quickly. And yes my eyes are so good I can see from this distance. Stepping out of said car is Hearst’s lead cheerleader Kara Sinclair who’s wearing that signature cheerleader uniform of hers. She’s hot though, I’ll give her that.
Hold on a minute. As she stepped out of her car, I see she's busy yelling at someone on her phone while holding her purse. But that ain't what caught my attention. No. What REALLY caught my attention was that her free hand was jammed right between those smooth, curvy, sexy legs of hers, said legs are crossed together tightly as she frequently bends over while blushing a red so bright you can see it from this distance while wearing prescription glasses! And she’s doing all that while yelling at whoever on the phone. There’s no mistaking it. She needs to pee. And she’s BURSTING right now! And it’s my guess whoever’s at the receiving end of her call is making her wait even longer.
She then glanced around to see if anyone was watching her before her eyes locked onto mine even at this distance. They widen, and the red on her face somehow went a shade deeper-What the? She suddenly bent over before looking quickly looking around one last time to see if anyone else is watching her, before she raced into the main entrance of Hearst...
...Wow...that was...Holy crap. Fucking hot, and a VERY good way for the day to start!!!
What was even more amazing was just before Kara disappeared inside, the Sun shone on her gorgeous legs which illuminated a trail on her left leg that extended all the way from under her skirt to her shoes....
........HOLY FUCKING ASS AND SHIT!
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP! “Hey, move it dickhead!”
The blaring of a car’s horn behind me snapped me out of the apparent trance I fell into and I noticed the light was finally green, and that this mudak behind me was being quite rude about it.
"Fahk Yuu!" I flipped him off and yelled back as I sped off, leaving him fuming...What the hell was that?! Jeeze am I dreaming? Was I dreaming back there? Why did that happen, I mean...WHAAT?!
As I arrived at my school, parked my bike in the parking lot and chained it, very rapidly I may add, I then proceeded to speed walk towards the front entrance, flat-out ignoring the weird look I was getting from everyone. "Everything's Okay!" I yelled to reassure them. Yeeeeaah I doubt that worked. Time must have somehow sped up as I arrived at one of the Nerd Hangout much quicker than I usually would. And I know for a fact that Nishan is in here. He’s always at school early in the morning for a variety of reasons. From taking down extra notes to finishing up his suitcase sized nuclear reactor, it depends on the day really.
"NISHAN HAL TEJAS!"
I yelled as I stormed in the Nerd Hangout slamming the door behind me, scaring the bejebus out of him that he practically flew off of his chair. He looked at me with wide eyes as he clutched his chest where his heart would be. “What in the heck man?! I could have dropped a Uranium rod!’ He yelled as he got back up dusted himself off. "Screw international nuclear treaties dude, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THE FOOK I SAW ON MY WAY HERE!"
"What?! Did Payton make another coffee shop run out of lattes??”
"No! Wait what, she did? Did she?"
"I dunno I'm asking you! If she did it would be the second time this month!"
"Well, I haven't seen closed coffee shops so...no!?"
"I dunno I’m asking you!"
"Why are you yelling?!"
"Defuck do you mean-why you yelling?!"
"I don’t know!"
"What do you mean you don’t know!? I’m supposed to be the one saying that!"
“WHAT?!”
“WUT?!”
"WHY ARE WE YELLING?!!"
"I DON’T KNOW!"
"BANZAIIIIIIIII!"
...
...
...We both slowly turned and stared at Julian with a 😑 on our faces as he stood there by the door, his face twisting into a confused expression. He looked at the two of us as we just started at him back. "Ohhhhkay I'm lost, you guys were yelling for no reason, so I thought that meant we should all yell for no reason... what did I do?" He said in his ever-increasing confusion as he closed the door, but not before a certain beautiful prep squeezed in. "Holy heck, why are you guys yelling so much? Like literally the whole school can hear you!" The beautiful prep who goes by the name of Payton said as she glared at the three of us with her hands on her hips.
"I don’t know. Kamo, care to explain why you suddenly ran in here and started yelling like a mad man for no particular reason?" Nishan said as he looked at me with his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms.
I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Sniffff... Siiggghhhh. Alright. Sorry about all of that, but you guys will NOT believe what I saw on my way here." I said as their angry eyes turned into curious ones. "I saw Kara Sinclair, the same Kara who goes to Hearst High, the same Kara who used to date Max, the same Kara who’s pretty much still in charge of the entire school and who’s a bitch to us to no end, almost lose control of her bladder, right outside Hearst’s main entrance. Yep you heard me correctly. I saw Kara almost piss herself right in front of her school." I said as an amused smile came to my face.
😳
...The look on their faces was of absolute, 110%, authentic, pure, unparalleled SHOCK with a mix of capital-WTF?! painted on their faces, complete with jaws dropped to the ground and eyes wider than dinner plates.
And we all just stood there for I dunno how long, probably like 10 minutes or something I dunno. But finally, Nishan was the one to break the silence as he picked up his jaw from the ground.
"Are...you...serious? You saw Kara, Baroness of Hearst High, almost succumb to an act most commonly associated with small kids? You saw her almost do the completely embarrassing display of losing control of her bladder?" He whispered in his shock.
"Eeeyep" I said with a popping sound for extra effect. The three of them looked at each other...
And all four of us burst out laughing HARD! I grabbed onto the counter as I tried to steady myself as I laughed my guts out.
"Oh my god! Oh my fuck! Holy-holy-ahahahahaaaaaaaa!" Julian yelled as he tumbled on the ground and clutched his stomach as he laughed harder. My goodness!!! 🤣
After about a minute I eventually calmed down and I was breathing heavily, yet Nish and Julian still went on. Looking at Payton-hello? "Payton? You alright? I asked her out of breath as she suddenly hurried out of the Nerd Hangout, and I followed her.
She glanced at me and just laughed. "Weeelllllll I was gonna end up worse than Kara in a few seconds if I kept laughing, unless you don’t want me to go to the bathroom." She said with a cute voice, a smile and wiggled around a bit. Wait what?? I looked at her confused. "But...I...I didnt-"
"KTHANXBAI!" She machine gunned out of her mouth before darting around the corner to the ladies bathroom at Mach 10... “Wot?” I said in my in confusion before shaking my head. "Huh... what is happening today? And it’s still in the morning?" I asked my perplexed self as I went to get my books for class... Ah well...
6 hours later...
I sat in our noticeably and questionably fancy math class, yet we weren't doing anything because we were pretty much done with work for the term. So there I was, minding my own business, listening to Animals by Martin Garrix on my earphones, reading a book called "The Soviet War Machine." I’ll be honest, I never realized until reading this book, just exactly how big and powerful (military wise) the Soviet Union was back in the 50's to 90's. Documentaries on TV sometimes just ain’t got shit on colorful encyclopedias like this. That's my opinion. I uh...heh, this is gonna sound crazy, but sometime, I wish I could go back in time to that period of high tension, just to experience how... tensiony things actually were. Sounds crazy yeah, well what can I say, I'm a crazy dude 😉 That would be awesome though, not gonna lie.
The door opens and- ah here she comes. Payton enters the class with her boyfriend; the extremely talented guitar player Ezra. They share a quick kiss before he goes to his hangout to do...I dunno, music stuff. There was only 13 of us in class and the teacher was in the teacher’s lounge, so it was relatively quiet. She sees me, smiles and...She kind of waddles and wobbles her way here.
And I know exactly why.
And it’s thee best thing ever.
For some reason, coincidental, accidental, or deliberate, or all three, all the female bathrooms in the whole of CAF-G where closed down for apparent repairs because some pipes burst. And it so happens that those pipes burst last night. They haven’t figured out why yet. Meanwhile and consequently, any female student or teacher both either had to use the men’s room, or go the extra kilometre and hold it in for the whole day. The principle suggested Porta-Potties, but the general reaction from all ladies or girls on these school grounds was "Oh fuck no!" That I honestly I dunno why though, the ones I’ve seen them use before where actually VERY good, very modern and state of the art for a Porta-Pottie. They come with their own sink and soap, air filtration unit and lots of toilet paper. Heh, Porta-Pottie. That word... 😂
But meanwhile, that also meant Payton didn't use the bathroom for 6 or 7 hours straight. I’m impressed, I never knew she can hold it like that. You learn something new every day.
"You alright?" I asked with a smile as I took off my headphones. She looked at me with that permanent smile of hers and smiled wider.
"I'm okay, for now." She said as she shifted her legs from side to side more frequently. "What do you think actually happened?" She asked as she rested her hand above her crotch...
I nearly stared at that, getting an instant hard-on. Wow, I’d be lying if I said I never imagined seeing this. One of my girl best friends, who happens to be supermega-sexy, rest her delicate hand on her crotch because she’s bursting. I looked at her face, and she was blushing a slight maroon. I chuckled as she shifted her legs more.
"I dunno. Maybe an elaborate joke someone's playing on the whole school, maybe it’s a supernatural event, the possibilities are endless my dear Payton." I said with a mock British voice, making her laugh, and she suddenly grabbed her crotch with a slight gasp.
Instant hard on x2.
"Aww, is widdle Pay-Pay gonna be having an acwident?" I mocked her with a laugh as she glared at me with a smile.
"Stooop, your gonna make me peee." She whined.
FUCK ME! FOR ANY OMORASHIAN THAT HAS TO BE ONE OF OR THEE BEST LINE EVER SPOKEN!!
Instant hard on x3!
"And I know how much you like that." She seductively whispered with a wink.
Wait what?
I stared at her with an alarming look on my face. Uh... How does she know? How does she know I secretly enjoy watching ladies endure the effects of a full bladder? That was supposed to be a secret. How does she know!? How does she know that I, along with you readers, am an Omorashian!?
"Uh, how do you know that? I-if that's even true?" I asked her nervously. She chuckled, which she immediately regretted as she now put both hands on her crotch. "Remember the sleepover we had at your place?"
Ohhh yeeeeeaaaaaah! Nooooooow I remember! Ah yes, that day I'll never forget. Which is kinda stupid because I just forgot it up until like 6 seconds ago...
A few weeks ago...
Payton Vanilla Embraer.
Yes her middle name is Vanilla. Quite an unconventional name, true that, but it suits her very well. She’s sweet, kind, classy and lovable. She’s African American, a year and a few months younger than me, only comes up to my shoulder in height, has a freaking sexy figure with what I presume are B-Cup tiddies and a large-but-perfectly sized ass to go along with it. She has a BEAUTIFUL smile which is her main physical characteristic trait, along with bright brown eyes and striking brown hair.
She was adopted into a very loving family, a loving stepmother, a caring stepfather and a crazy-but-loving older stepsister who’s in college. Her real family... she doesn’t know what happened to them. She looked for any trace of them a few months ago, but she ultimately decided to end her investigation. From a baby to a kid, she spent time in a couple foster homes which... as overused as this trope may sound to you, she didn’t have a good time at any of them until one day when she was 9 years old, she was adopted by the Embraers. She’s been absolutely happy ever since. They weren’t a wealthy family, somewhere in the lower middle class. Her stepmom’s a teacher and her stepdad’s a blacksmith. That house is full of love though. After having lunch and dinner acouple times, I can tell you that.
Like I said, she’s... loving. Kind. Caring. LOVES parties! Like seriously! Planning them, attending them, hosting them, she lives and breathes parties! She could make a career out of it. And she loves coffee. More specifically, she loves lattes. She also loves puppies, fashion and anything purple. Going back to the lattes though, she loves them so much that uh... Well a... to put it blunt, a couple times I noticed she leaked.
A lot
I have no idea how many she had those times, but I’d see a small wet patch on her pants or see a few drops snake down her leg when she’s wearing a skirt or dress. Sometimes that wetpatch on her pants would get so big and begin snaking down her legs, sometimes her entire butt would be soaked, dripping pee every now and then. id also see her take off her shoes and empty and pee that filled them up. And she always looks like she doesn’t notice. Sometimes, like right now, she would barely fidget even if she's close to bursting. But I'm pretty sure she knows how many times she dodged the bullet, and has mastered the act of not panicking. I’m very observant by the way, that's how I noticed. I haven’t had the courage to ask her why she does it so much. Every now and then she'd be in public or here at school and it happens, but most of the time it's in places where there's few people. Like if we're hanging out with our friends or something similar. But in any case it’s fucking hot... yeah that’s a massive understatement.
She LEAKS!
And it’s visible!
Anyhow going back to the sleep over, it was me, her, Julian and Autumn and we slept over at my place for the weekend. We slept outside in my rather large backyard because it was a warm night with crystal clear skies. We had a great time, swapping stories, eating crazy food, doing crazy shit, saw a meteor shower, launched one of my drones and spied on the neighborhood, two F-16s flew over my neighborhood and dropped flares, the usual sleepover stuff. Man that was an EPIC night! So it was around 1 am I think. There I was sleeping peacefully when I suddenly woke up to the sound of someone opening the sliding door of my house, to which I saw that Payton wasn't in her sleeping bag, so for some odd reason that I still can't answer to this day, I followed her. I was super tired and 90% asleep, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I think.
So then she gets to the bathroom, but upon switching on the light, and I stood outside as the bright light fully woke me up, she suddenly stood still like a deer in headlights and I could see her face in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils had shrunk and her breathing had become very rapid. Following her gaze, I saw a tarantula spider on her shoulder. You know? The black and orange one? Yeah. I have arachnophobia yet I love spiders at the same time, they're interesting to study and make surprisingly cute pets What a paradox. So that’s why she was as still as... something that’s very still. She was looking right at it through the mirror. It was SO close to her face. I may have arachnophobia, but she has it even worse.
"Don't. Move." I said as I slowly came behind her. She glanced at me in the mirror, apparently unfazed by the fact that I was there to begin with, then she ignored me completely and slowly turned her head to look directly AT it! If it was even possible, her eyes widened more and her pupils shrank more! I swear that spider was waving at her with one of its legs. And it was probably a friendly greeting! And it probably said “Oh Hallo there.” 😀
And then... She let out a very shaky breath she was holding in, and since I was standing behind her and got a very good view of her very awesome posterior, her legs shook a bit and I heard the distinct sound of a narrow stream of water hitting fabric at an uncontrolled rate. From the base of her ass a few drops of liquid GOLD spurted out of her before her shorts actually got soaked. By the way she was wearing a long sleeve pink jersey-shirt thingamajig with dangerously short purple shorts that exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks, along with orange socks on those cute feet of hers. The seat of her shorts finally got soaked, and that wet patch only increased in size as it soaked her bottom of her shorts in a beautiful pattern-like wave of... Am I even making sense!? I just watched it grow and spread downwards. Jeeze... I... LOVE. That sound. That sound of fabric being soaked like that. Do you agree? I’m sure you do. Then oh my goodness, as they dripped from her soaked shorts, multiple small and a few big rivulets of her pee started to quickly snake down her gorgeous legs. My bathroom’s lights were very bright so her legs literally started to shine because of it. It was like a running tap, some of it hitting the floor directly and splashing all over her smol feet.
I felt a good hardon quickly erect as I watched with wide eyes and bated breath, my lips were so dry. I watched as the liquid gold flooded her orange socks, turning them a significant shade darker and a clear puddle started to form around her feet, coupled by the splashing of pee as the floodgates fully opened. Like an open tap hitting bathroom tiles. I dunno how long it lasted since I was so entranced by her peeing herself in my bathroom. Wouldn’t you lose all sense of time and all situational awareness?
Eventually and unfortunately, the open tap that resulted in the floodgates being opened slowly closed as her bladder emptied it's contents, the splashing reduced to dribbling then a full stop. DAMN THAT WAS A HUGE PUDDLE! To say I was turned on and impressed is yet another insulting understatement.
"... uh... H-h-hold on." I managed to stutter as I barely broke free of the powerful trance that held me. I gently stepped onto her still warm puddle, said warmth sending the nerves on my feet into chaos as I felt even turned on, as if I could explode at that very moment. I gently put my hand on the back of her shoulder to let the legit friendly the spider, who was looking at the both of us with more curiosity above everything else, climb on my hand and I quickly went to gently put him back in his tank. By the way he was my pet spider "Gripen" and he somehow got loose. Ah well, no harm done.
I got back to Payton, who must’ve realized what predicament she landed herself in and was blushing like MAD, her entire beautiful dark brown face was a bright shade of maroon, and tears were streaming down her face as she held her hands over her mouth in shock as she looked at the embarrassing mess she made, which was neither embarrassing nor a mess to me to begin with. For me at least. She glanced at me before looking away as she silently cried and... Instinctively I gently hugged her, feeling her now wet legs on my bare legs, which only made the immense hard on more painful. But I tried my best to ignore it for the moment while she cried in my chest. But I’d be lying to you and to myself if I said I didn’t find this entire situation epic. Well actually, epic is yet again another understatement with no comparable word. I can say this is a scenario which I dreamed of but never thought would actually happen. Because as bad as it might be, I’m loving every second of it.
Picture it for a moment; A beautiful woman whom you are very good friends with just wet herself in your house by complete accident, and she’s so mortified by it all that she’s crying into your chest. And in my case it was at night time, out of the public’s eye, coupled with the immensely satisfying feeling of her wet legs against mine.
It’s fucking hot is what it is.
"I'm so sorry. I-I saw the thing-spider and-and I just-I just-Im so so so sorry." She said as she cried on my chest. You see, me and Julian where the tallest between all our friends, and Max reaches up to us, so out of everyone, the three of us where more or less the tallest boys in the neighborhood. Payton reaches my shoulder like I mentioned earlier, so she was quite short from my perspective.
"Its okay." I said soothingly. "Don't be upset. It was an accident." I said as I gently cupped her warm cheeks, wiping tears away with my thumb. "I won't tell anyone. I'll clean up don't worry." I said soothingly. She looked at me, her hands on mine as I cupped her cheeks.
Now you have to understand, it was EARLY in the morning, we were still tired, she just had an accident and needed emotional support, I gave her that support, she must have felt my erected against her leg, and then we looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds...
Yeeeeeeeaaah, you can take a very good guess as to what happened next.
Being the gentleman that I am, I shan’t go into details, but all I can say is that the next two hours where of me and her passionately making out and playing with each other. Her now cold pee made things even more intense, though the smell made it... unique, for lack of a better term. After that, the clean-up began, and when it ended it was around 3 am. She packed spare PJs (you should know by now that when it comes to fashion, she’s always crazy prepared) and I washed her wet clothes. I was gonna give them back later in the day when no one was looking to avoid questions, but she insisted I leave them at my place for the next time she comes by. During the cleanup we shared a shower together, aaaaaaand played with each other a little more. Then we finally went back outside to sleep as if nothing happened.
Best. Night. Ever. 😎
Unfortunately like all good things, that weekend came to an end. When they all left in the morning...
"Kamo?"
"Hmm?"
"...Don't tell Ezra."
"Don’t tell him what?" 😛
She smiled, quickly kissed me on the cheek and drove with Autumn and Julian back to their respective homes.
"Heh... Yeah, I remember. Can't believe I almost forgot." I said with a wide almost goofy smile. She looked at me with a 😏'Really dude?' Along with that beautiful smile of hers, yet I could clearly see the frustration and slight fear in her eyes. She was still blushing. Her hands where now firmly pressed on her crotch through that skirt of hers. The fear part, I get. You have to have an insane amount of bravery and absolutely no shame when you’re bursting in public, or to have an accident for that matter. The people that do that, they’ve earned my respect.
OMORASHIANS SHOULD GET VIRTUAL MEDALS FOR MEMBERS AND PEOPLE LIKE THAT!
“WET WITH HONOR.” Heh, that’s good.
I looked at her, just admiring her beauty and predicament. Say... Now that I notice-
"You lookin' gorgeous today. With a new colour motif above all." I complemented her, making her blush more and her smile widened. "Aww thank you." She said batting her eyelashes at me. "Better not get that outfit wet though." I teased her and she playfully punches me in the shoulder. She wore a bright- well... might as well call it neon green dress called "Emerald Envy" that hugged her body tightly yet comfortably, showing off her curves. Along with green heels, a red rose in her hair silky brown hair and a spicy scenting perfume, she looked outright gorgeous. I can just picture her losing control, opening the floodgates and wetting herself right there and then. Fresh hot wee dripping down her chair and making a noticeably loud splash on the floor... But I know for a fact that no matter how desperate she is, and no matter how bad her leaking could get, she'd never lose control in front of people, especially if she attends school with said people. Yeah she’s leaked before but like I said that was only noticeable by those with the most observant eyes. But if that were to happen, her rep would nose dive like a plane crashing into the ground at the speed of sound. And she will never, EVER hear the end of it. For someone of the likes of her, it’s pretty obvious.
"You know what." She said with determination and took out one of her books. “I'm not just gonna sit here and complain about holding it in. I'm actually gonna do something productive." She said like a boss while she started doing some left over work. I laughed and went back to my book. Math was the last period of the day, but it was a long session, for an hour and 45 minutes. So we were in for quite some time.
That sux.
1 hour and 40 minutes left...
Nothing yet. Reading about the Soviet Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Run by Awolnation. Payton's still fidgeting. No one's noticed.
1 hour and 30 minutes left...
Still on the Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Interstellar by Excision. Bobbing my neck so much it hurts. Her rate of fidgeting and crossing her legs is increasing.
1 hour left...
Reading about the MiG-21, listening to Shadowflame by Excision- WHAT THE?! My eyes widened in amazement. All this time, my dumbass didn’t notice a small mirror in the class was set in a position that granted me a reflection I didn't even think was possible. Payton sat directly in front of it, and it was angled perfectly from where I was sitting. I could see right under Payton's desk, in between her thighs when they weren’t crossed, was slightly wet lavender-colored panties that marked out her camel toe, with her hands covering them from time to time.
So hard it hurts!!!!
45 minutes left...
I found my eyes lingering on the amazing sight, and I couldn't focus on my book or my music. Hey I’m pretty sure you would as well! But other than her starting to sweat slightly, nothing else has happened yet. Come on already! Listening to Arcadia by Hardwell. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I like EMD, dubstep, Electro-house, that kinda music. 😉
25 minutes left...
I honestly think I'm getting bored now. I’m not a fan of prolonged desperation in any setting, be it by watching a video or it happening live right now. And for some odd reason, everyone else is asleep.
10 minutes left...
While there was that small gap of silence while another track was about to play, I suddenly heard her gasp. Looking at the mirror................. (Eyes wide open)
She was still as a rock, pale as a... brown rock??? She then pulled up her skirt and looked down at her panties. It happens finally! I've been wanting for weeks now. I heard that unmistakable sound of a tight jet of water hitting fabric and slowly, a spot of darkness formed on her panties and slowly grew and grew, dropping down in a wet line as it reached the seat of her chair and butt. Then a few seconds later as her panties completely got flooded, it fell over her seat and trickled onto the floor, a very noticeable splashing echoes throughout the class as a puddle formed below her. She was wetting herself right there. Yet another dream scenario has become a reality. The Sun shone through the windows, illuminating the puddle in a way that anyone could easily see it. It was very translucent, so she must have had a lot to drink today. Then amidst the unbelievably beautiful sight I’m seeing, a wave of ammonia and the distinct smell of her juices hit my nose. I could smell it from here. She just sat there, wetting herself in class...
Then out of nowhere she stopped before the trickling became actual splashing, looked at me with wide eyes filled with even more panic and stood up abruptly, took her books and rushed out the class at Mach 10 again with that same look of panic on her face. What the-.... Was I just gonna look surprised, shrug it off then continue to read? Ohhhh Hell naw!! I stood up, put my headphones around my neck, my phone in my pocket and with my book in hand, silently raced after her. On my way out- Nuts, I lost her. Damn she's fast... Oh? I smiled and chuckled as a couple of small drops and trails of what I guessed was Payton leaking that went from here to the end of the hallway. So like a detective hot on finding out a major break in the case, I followed them, eventually finding the exit of the main building. Someone’s definitely gonna notice that.
Getting outside- Ha! There she is, speed walking past the main gate. Damn she really is fast. Just before she passed the gate, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Heh. I so do love perfect timing. I jogged after her just as people started exiting classes and the after school chaos would begin. She was cutting it extremly close this time. No one saw her and the security guard wasn't even paying attention.
Going down the road covered by the shadows of large trees, the direction she’s heading tells me she’s heading home. And I was right behind her, about 5 meters away I think, just to keep the distance so I could get a good look at her. The back of her dress, which reached about halfway to her knees, was wet and still dripping, shining in the light. And there was a huge dark patch, which was EASILY noticeable. Huh, yeah she really did dodge a major bullet back at school. The wetness clung to her ass cheeks, creating a clear VPL, it was almost translucent, so I could kind of see them from the back. I also noticed the trails of pee had increased in frequency, meaning she was very close to losing it.
I felt my heart beat jump even further and yet a harder hardon. As we came close to her place, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her legs together, her full hands carried her handbag and a few books. The threat of public embarrassment had decided to spare her today, since the street was empty of cars or people walking by. It was around noon, so thankfully a lot of people where still at work or school. She pleaded with herself before gasping. She started losing control as more rivulets of pee flowed down those gorgeous legs of hers, splashing onto the ground. I love that sound. She formed another small puddle on the ground before suddenly running to her house, and she was still peeing.
I laughed and tailed her, glancing at the impressive sized puddle and the continuous trail of pee that disappeared into the grass of the front lawn of her house. Reaching the front door gasping, swearing and yelling at it to open as she fumbled with her house keys, I could tell her floodgates were at critical level at this point. She was leaking all over her porch so much that I could even hear her yellow gold striking the fabric of her panties. She was squatting all over the place, unable to stand still even for a moment. I just leaned against the small with my arms crossed as i enjoyed this. All that pee, snaking down her dark beautiful legs like a river that splits into different tributaries. I missed it all SO MUCH! Her efforts to hold it were futile at this point but she kept trying to hold it back. "Thank god!" She yelled as she finally opened. I moved to lean against the door as she rushed inside and dropped her books and handbag on the couch, then walk for exactly 5 steps, then stop dead in her tracks with her hands grabbing her already dripping wet crotch tight.
"Nononono..." She silently whispered in horror as she tried to hold it back and failed miserably. The floodgates finally gave way, and like a dam bursting wide open, a tight waterfall exploded from between her legs, splashing onto the floor like a tap that’s been fully opened. The entire lower part of her dress was covered with the liquid gold before it actually soaked through. All I just saw was so many thick rivers of pee rushing down her now soaked legs, filling up and rushing over her heels and splashing on the floor, and a gigantic stream just shooting from her crotch straight onto the floor like someone holding a two liter bottle of water upside down and just emptying it. So much so quickly so loudly.
There she was, shaking slightly as she held her hands to her unbelievably soaking wet crotch, bent over slightly as she peed herself, tears rushing down her cheeks, her legs glistening in the light, pee filling up and in her heels and overflowing which added to a puddle so massive that some of it made its way under her couches and even against the carpet. You could swim in it if you were small enough.
What must have felt like a life time had passed until she was done. The lovely hiss of her pee hitting the her panties died down as the few drips dropped. Then silence. Even though the colour was semi-translucent, the strong scent of urine filled the entire living room, hitting my nose like someone cooking with powerful spices. I was stunned into silence with a saucer-wide eyes and a gigantic shit-eating-grin on my face. But I was so stunned that I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried. Eventually, after I think a few minutes, my body reactivated and I walked to her. Stepping into the puddle, I watched the liquid weakly ripple as I took each step. I then held her shoulder and turned her to face me, gently coaxing her hands to let go of her wet crotch. Cupping her cheeks with my hands, she looked at me as I wiped her tears away.
Then... We just stood there in silence yet again, for I dunno how long. Just looking into each other’s eyes. Her into my blue ones, me into her brown ones...
...Yeaahhhhh, you can guess what happened next. Again...
But! Like I said! I’ma very confidential gentleman, so even though this happened again, I still ain't gonna tell you everything. I gave you something to imagine about the first time, so use your imagination again. 😉
What I will tell you, is that after that dream scenario and the dream scenario that followed after, I helped with a painstakingly funny clean up, then chilled with her for a while, sharing jokes, having some lunch, watching TV and just...chilling, like best friends do. And we also talked about this newfound fetish she discovered. She admitted that embarrassing as this is for her, she’s actually kinda enjoying it. She was just glad she managed to get out of the school with the time she had left. Proper good timing right there. I was just happy, and i finally had all the cofidence i needed to ask her all sorts of questions about this.
After cuddling together and taking a nap since we both exhausted our energy levels today, it was getting late so I headed for the door to go home, that shit-eating-grin still on my face.
"Kamo?"
"Hmm?"
She smiled and kissed cheek. "Please don't tell Ezra."
I smiled back. "Tell him what?."
And just like that, I was on my way home, listening to my music. Feeling so happy.
A few hours later...
I was playing Brutal DooM: Project Brutality, in story mode, killing demons like there ain't no tomorrow. "YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?!" I yelled and laughed like a maniac as I blasted a Cyberdemon with a BFG.
Suddenly I heard a rather hard series of knocks on my door. Furrowing my eyebrows in slightly annoyed confusion, I paused and got up, and when I opened it, I got yet another shock of the day.
"Kamo." Kara said sharply as she glared at me, her hands on her hips. The shock quickly faded and I found myself smiling. "Kara Sinclair. What a surprise." I said with a cocky smile as I leaned against the door.
She blushed red instantly, the morning's events replaying in her mind. "We need to talk." She said sharply yet again as she tried to regain her composure. And she failed almost miserably as she blushed even more. I chuckled, looked down and noticed she was still on her cheer leading uniform. And I noticed a barely noticeable wet spot on her skirt. Dried evidence of what was almost an accident, but for an Omorashian with a sharp eye, it looked kinda fresh. I laughed, making her blush even more! "S-sh-shut up!" She yelled, and blushed even more some how!
I looked at her with a grin. "Come in. Let's talk." I said warmly yet slyly as I welcomed her in. She glared at me and came in. Heh. Let's see where this goes. |
The forest around her was sunny, which was a stark contrast to how it actually looked, beautiful tendrils of long leaves surrounded her, pastel pink petals flowering down the vines occasionally. Flowering in a way that no plant she had ever seen actually could, petals gently spinning in a wind that wasn’t there. The trees themselves were massive, all of them were casting shade, shafts of light shining between the canopy branches. The ground felt damp underneath her boots, but didn’t soak her shoes as she continued down the path, her leather shoes leaving a trail of her footprints behind her, the ground soft enough to leave the prints like breadcrumbs.
“Hello? Anyone there?” No response, but Alliah wasn’t scared, why would she be? She felt in complete control, hands in her jacket’s pockets, shoulders loose, she kept moving. The atmosphere around her felt comforting, like a heated blanket, even as the water rose. The ground’s water level seemed to be gaining the more she moved forward? How odd...Alliah knew for a fact she wasn’t getting wet, instead her clothes just seemed to float with her as she looked around, like she was a piece of seaweed. Leaves floating like seaweed as the water got warmer and warmer, and to her it was the most normal thing in the world to happen.
“This is pretty sick...Joseph? Jojo?” Alliah thought for sure he had been with her just a moment before, but it was possible she was wrong, he did get lost more often than not. All she could focus on was the warmth, the way the water swirled around her, her body shivering from how good it felt...How good the heat felt against her skin.
Was it just the water? Or was she the one who was heating up? In her dream everything felt lovely, calm, nothing really surprised her...Perhaps it was a fever? Something she hadn’t been expecting really? Alliah’s hands which had been playing with the seaweed waving in the currents of what was now the ocean, moved down. Pushing her sleep shirt up to feel her stomach, drawing a whimper from her as she felt a sudden odd...pressure? Blinking a bit she squirmed, the pressure wasn’t in her chest, nowhere concerning, instead it was...Lower? Lower and warm, impossibly warm! Alliah bit her lip, bending over just a bit her arms wrapping around herself, what was this pressure, building up incredible heat in her body? Tingling on the inside of her thighs and making her tremble like she was cold, despite the comforting warmth she had been surrounded by just moments ago.
“W-What the...hell? Joseph?! Are you there?! What’s going on!” Alliah wasn’t sure what was going on, pressing her knees together she took a breath, unable to keep her hips from wiggling. Whimpering softly as it hit her like a truck, she had to pee! When did she have to pee so bad? She needed to wake up, get the urge out, but her body didn’t know how to wake up, too focused on the pressure. The urge was more intense than anything else she had felt inside this dream. How long had she been holding it in this Ocean!? Looking around she didn’t spot any bathrooms, even if there was one would it matter? She was underwater anyway wasn’t she? If she was this desperate...She could just...Let it go right?
“No one...is around I’m sure it’s...f...fine just this once! One time!”
Joseph was flushed pink, embarrassed that his girlfriend had been...whimpering, whining, even keening in her sleep as he pulled on his shirt, fluffy dark hair he hadn’t tamed for the day yet framing his face, her soft ginger locks spread out over the pillow as she kicked off the blanket, her hips burrowing into the bed...Then he saw it, the shorts she wore, tight on her thighs, dark grey in color started….to darken.
“A-Alliah!!” His cheeks grew even more colored, watching her shorts cling to her crotch, the shorts unable to carry the weight slipping down just a bit as the fabric tried to hold the liquid, a small stream of her shame leaking down her thigh, before her body shuddered, the girl jerking awake, a hand slipping down to feel her freshly wet thigh.
“J-Jojo? Joseph?” Alliah moved to rub a hand to her face as she sat up, looking at her other hand in confusion before she froze, eyes going wide to look at him, going pink as her boyfriend moved to open his mouth.
“I...you pissed the bed, you totally pissed the bed!! I...didn’t I tell you not to have like six monsters before you passed out~ That’s so embarrassing~” He laughed, moving to pull on his coat and come closer, pulling the blanket from over her leg so he could get a better look, smirking softly as he watched her cheeks get pinker.
“Joseph! It’s...not like that they’re called accidents for a reason! Jeez...” Pushing her legs together, Alliah couldn’t wipe the blush off her cheeks, hating the way her face felt warm like the sun. Moving to her knees, she shivered at the excess wetness of her pajama pants leaking down her leg, sprinkling onto the sheets below her.
“Oh~? An accident for the little baby? Aweee how cute~!” Joseph couldn't help it, teasing her was so easy, and how many times had she teased him for something embarrassing he had done? Alliah wasn’t having it though, reaching her hand up, Joseph raised a brow, moving closer, expecting a morning kiss or a playful pap to the cheek for his transgressions.
“Joseph~ Why don’t you come here a second?” Joseph of course knew it was a trap, but leaned forward regardless, her hand wrapping around his wrist, suddenly...the world went sideways. He yelped, his voice breaking as his back hit her wet spot on the bed, making his cheeks blush a fuming crimson as she swung on top of him, her wet sleep shorts pressing into his once-dry jeans.
“A-Alliah!! You can’t just...your...y-your still all wet! You’re going to stain my...my...pants!!” Alliah didn’t seem to car, instead her hands pressed into his stomach, as she smirked.
“Oh~? You don’t want wet pants? You don’t want to be all helpless?”
“I-I don’t want to!! Be pinned and get wet from your...your p-piss!” Alliah smirked, loving the way he stuttered his embarrassing little voice cracks, and chuckled, moving her rapidly cooling hips against his, a part of her...liked this? Liked how he squirmed, one of her hands, stranger than his noodle arms, gathered his wrists pushing them into the pillow above his head, her messy hair framing her face as she looked down at his helpless form.
“You don’t want to be wet with my piss, how about your own, if it’s so embarrassing~?” She couldn’t help but chuckle, she was much stronger than him, she had gotten herself a golden retriever gamer boy, and she worked out every single day, there was no way he was moving until she let him. Joseph flushed pink, embarrassed as he wiggled though his heart wasn’t in it anymore, embarrassed by the twitch in his pants when she rubbed against him.
“Alliah...I...it...I have to go to work...My coffee is going to get cold!” Alliah clearly didn’t care, leaning over him, she moved her hips enjoying the twitch in his jeans at her wetness, did he like this too? For some reason that sent a thrill of warmth up her spine.
Alliah smirked, her other hand moving to the hem of his shirt, she started to push it up, her boyfriend wiggling underneath her with a little whimper, embarrassed that his body was betraying the fact that he liked this, liked her grinding against him...berating him, though what was she doing now?
“Come on Alliah I’ve already had too much espresso I should go to work, I’ll come back, and make it up to you- Ngh~!” Joseph couldn’t help the soft noise as her fingers trailed down his stomach, playing with his happy trail as she pressed her fingers into his stomach. Joseph gave her a look, eyes going wide as he wiggled, he was...really ticklish and she knew this, making it hard for him to lay still underneath her.
“Alliah come on!! I need to go...don-don’t! Mnm~” That didn’t mean he didn’t like the feeling of her fingers so close to the spot that already was excited at the promise of attention..Though his body was more concerned with the amount of liquid he had taken in, his happy trail right above his bladder he could feel the pressure building...It didn’t help she was pressing into it.
“No, I think you’ll be late...For more reason than one, you should have thought about that before you dared to make fun of your loving girlfriend Jojo~”
Joseph wanted to say something, to protest but instead he felt her fingers move faster underneath his ribs, making his back arch with a yelp, his body twisting to try and get away from those fingers, tickling all the weak points she knew about...her secret weapon against him.
“W-Wait! N-Nopleasewait!” He couldn’t help it, he started laughing, his hips bucking against hers, he could feel her purr, expecting her to stop when he yelped that he gave in, he was sorry! Though she didn’t, she didn’t stop tickling him, what was she planning to do to him?!
Her voice was a sweet tinkling of laughter that he usually loved so much. Joseph whimpered his throat closing up, having trouble speaking anything, the words he tried to make weren’t even words. His vision blurred, his girlfriend’s face melting into colors, tears gathering on the edge of his eyes as he couldn’t control the twist and turns of his body. His chest jerked against her fingers, wrist twisting against her hands.
“Now now~ That’s no way to act, someone deserves a punishment for making fun of me~ I could stop...Or you could wet yourself, shamelessly, how much coffee did you say you had again? Two...three cups? All down here?” Alliah’s fingers moved down his belly, from underneath his ribs to over his bulging bladder.
“Ngh~! Ha! Wait! W-Wait Alliah! Please I can’t these are my only work pants I-” Alliah smirked, not seeming to care as her fingers gently moved to tickle over the bump that proved where his bladder was.
Joseph couldn’t help but wiggle against her hips, his breath clouding in front of him, or at least it felt like it, his glasses fogging from his own breath, crooked on his face as he tried to ignore the building warmth, the pressure on his bladder that made his knees shake. Words were a pipe dream at this point.
His breath was nothing but gasps, body writhing as the warmth pushed down his body, gathering under her fingertips. The warmth was all he could focus on, barely registering the fact that his fingers were limp trembling with the body that couldn’t take it anymore.
The warmth was unbearable, his bladder felt like it was on fire filled too full with caffeine that made the muscles eager to loosen up and let that liquid ruin his clothes, soak into the already ruined sheets. His shaking knees weakly pressed together, a soft whimpery, needy-moan leaving his lips, he only registered after the fact it was him, struggling far too hard to keep it in.
“Awe what a good boy, trying to get free from good behavior? Embarrassing...” Alliah couldn’t help herself, he was helpless, whimpering, trying so hard to keep himself from wetting like a little kid, he was so cute. Pressing her hips against his, she brushed herself against the bulge in his pants, loving the way it drew a whimper from him, a small dot of wetness appearing on his inner thigh.
“AlliahreallyIcan’t!” Her lips moved to brush against his lower jaw, loving the way she could feel the twitch again in his pants, hear his heartbeat pick up. The urge to wet was the only thing keeping his boner down, she loved it, teasing him, he wasn’t in control at all.
“Did I ask if you could? You’re not leaving till those pants are wet, we both know it’s only a matter of time, piss pants, little piss baby~”
Joseph’s bladder didn’t make it, the teasing, the soft whisper in his ear, the pressing, tickling, his body could only take so much, and it passed that threshold so long ago, he was surprised he managed to hold it till now.
Whimpers, needy moans, keens all melted from his mouth as she watched him pee, his warmth gathering on his inner thigh, little streaks from the wet spot in the cloth, topaz in collar ran down his inner thigh to re-soak the sheets that had been nearly dry from Alliah’s own accident. His bladder deflated under her fingers, and instead of tickles, it was now simply soft soothing circles that she rubbed into the sore skin from being so stretched out, so needy.
“There’s my good boy, doesn’t it feel good, being a weak little pisser, can’t even hold it with less than a few minutes of tickling?” Alliah made sure her breath danced over his ear as his knees jerked apart. A squirt of the pee he tried to keep back wetting her shorts, it dripping off her pants, Alliah realized that wasn’t the only thing dripping, her own breath turning to hot pants.
She pressed her hips to his, moving against him Joseph meeting her eyes when they finally peaked open, the liquid from his bladder soaking into the back of his pants, his legs shaking from the pure effort of it.
“Alliah please g-get off I love you...I w-want it...but I need to g-go to the...Idon’twant...t-to mess...messmyself! Please!” Alliah paused, feeling her own thighs warm from what she wanted, instead she pressed him into the bed, her fingers moving up his stomach, making him struggle, wheezing laughs, marred with voice cracks coming from him again as he begged, his voice weak and hoarse.
“B-Babe, please I can’t, I...Shit! Please!” His body wasn’t done embarrassing him, he had failed to mention the breakfast he had made, how he didn’t even leave her any being as hungry as he was, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.
The pressure on the front half of him was gone, replaced with a dull sore throbbing, that made the pressure on his back half even worse, his back struggling against the warm puddle, his clothes ruined, clinging to him. His breath was short gasps now, a mismatch to the earlier deep breaths.
The pressure released, he didn’t even get a chance to really hold it back before the mess spread across his pants, soaking into the back of his boxers. It was so much more...liquid than he had thought it would be, was it the fact it hadn’t had time? Was it the way he was shaking, helpless to stop himself from messing? His pants were ruined, barely able to hold the liquid he excreted soaking into the cloth, into his skin, smearing across his pale skin, making him feel so dirty, so unclean. The smell of his mess spreading between them. His legs weren’t listening to him, Joseph’s pants were sticking to him, the mess itself leaking down the back of his pants. The way he was positioned made his mess start to leak up his back, making him tremble, those involuntary tears in his eyes slipping down his cheek, his cheeks flushed pink, he was so embarrassed...He was never going to live this down, how was Alliah ever going to look at him again? His eyes peaked open, wanting to see her face, wanting to see if she could even look at him without disgust in her eyes.
Alliah’s eyes were meeting his hazel ones, a starving wolf look across her features, her fingers moved up to his cheeks, finger tips moving to his jawline she tilted his face towards her. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his, her hips against his, she moved against him, Joseph embarrassed of the half erection he was getting while she rubbed on him.
“Shh baby you did so good...god...you did so good, you’re so fucking...hot, helpless, needy little thing~” Alliah, loved feeling him semi-hard, a mess against the comforter, knowing he’d never make it to work, not with the shower he’d need to have.
“I couldn’t...h-help it babe, I...jesus...” He returned the kiss, eyes sparkling, her thumbs gently wiped off the tears that leaked down his cheeks. Nodding to him as she layered him in kisses, knowing they were fucking sooner...rather than later.
“It’s okay Joseph, you’re so...so fucking cute, I loved that...Stay home from work and I’ll make all that pain go away, you’re so hot like this.” Alliah purred, pressing into his front, she loved the cold feeling of her wet pants pressing against his lukewarm spot on his pants, his pants getting tight, he whimpered.
“I...c-could call in sick, y-you...you don’t think I’m gross?” Alliah nodded, purring as she moved to kiss him again, pressing him further into his mess, knowing it would spread across his pants, soaking into his pants even more. Her tongue breaking past his lips, hand brushing down his front to cup him, her fingers gently moving against the wet bulge of his pants. His pants were so tight, returning the kiss he whimpered, hard in her hands, helpless as she kept his hands pinned down, the rain outside drowning out the sounds of the morning activities...Joseph wound up not making it to work that day. |
So... it’s April and it’s 80 degrees outside. I don’t like that, so you know what I’m going to do (as you can probably guess from the title); I’m going to write about snow. And what better way to write about it then with wetting involved. Enjoy!
Grace fastened a belt around her puffy snow pants and put on her pink snow jacket. It was the first snowfall of the year and she couldn’t miss the excitement of building her first ever igloo with her friend Lauren. Out in the Midwest the weather in January always permitted for long lasting packed snowfall. This time they were supposed to get 16 inches. This meant that building an igloo would be no issue at all. “Don’t forget our hot cocoa Grace!” Lauren exclaimed while holding out a large cup filled with the steamy goodness of chocolate. She smiled and the two strolled outside.
As the two set up the building plan Grace found herself chugging away at the hot cocoa more often then not. By five minutes in she had nearly finished half of it and was feeling more thirsty then before. She decided to just finish it right away so she could get some extra water and supplies from inside. She came out with a shovel and some more water and the two proceeded to build their igloo. Midway through Grace noticed she had to pee, and it wasn’t just a mild need either, the belt pushing against her bladder exercised her need even more and she found it hard to concentrate. “Hey Lauren I-“ she was cut off quickly by her friend.
”Notice that the Igloo is off centered. Yeah, I notice it too. We gotta fix it.” Grace frowned.
”Yeah what do you think we need to do?”
”We need more stuff from the shed.”
”Ok, I’ll go with you.”
While the two walked towards the shed Grace noticed her friend start to visibly shake. Was she having the same problem as her? It truly was a mystery. They arrived at the shed and grabbed the necessary materials and headed for the door. All of a sudden they hard a crashing sound. Grace reached for the door, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh god the doors stuck.”
Lauren laughed. “Oh come on it can’t be that bad.” She reached for the handle and pulled on it and then pulled on it again, and again. She didn’t have any luck. “Well, we are stuck.”
”My parents won’t be back for another two hours and this snow sure the hell isn’t going away anytime soon.”
”What do we do now?” Lauren started to dance around.
”Well we can try pushing.”
”Good idea.” The two lined themselves up on either side of the door and pushed with all their might, nothing. “Got any other bright ideas?”
”Ummmm, no.” Lauren’s dancing around made Grace come to the realization of her need to pee as well as she started to fidget. “Hey Lauren, do you um, need to pee?”
Lauren’s face was one of shock and disbelief. “Yes yes yes how didn’t you notice?!”
”Well I’ve kinda needed to go too and I found it hard to believe.”
”Well I’m literally about to piss my pants this is getting so bad. I hope somehow your parents get here early.”
”Yeah, me too.” The two sat there trying to pass the time recounting old memories and it worked: for 30 minutes. Lauren at that point was visibly in pain and was shaking and stepping back and forth. Grace started to follow her as her bladder bulged onto her belt. The time passed on with the two trying to forget the dire situation they were in. Around 15 minutes later Lauren stood up.
”Listen Grace, I know we are best friends and all but I’m going to piss myself right here and now and I want you to promise me you’ll never tell anyone this happened.”
”Right here?”
”Yeah I really can’t stand to hold it anymore I’m going.”
”Ok, I promise.”
Lauren took a deep breath. “Alright I’m letting go now.” Right away the faint sound of a hiss sounded off in Lauren’s nether regions and soon turned into a gushing sound. Surprisingly to Grace and Lauren no puddle started to form at Lauren’s feet yet as the thick snow pants absorbed most of the initial damage. It wasn’t until about 30 seconds in that a puddle started to form at her feet. Lauren’s face was one of Euphoria and relief as she continued to pee through her snow pants onto the hard wood floor. It wasn’t until about two minutes that she finished. She smiled and took a seat back down in her own puddle. “Oh my god Grace you have to try this it feels so goood.”
Grace looked at her friend puzzled as to question if she actually just asked her to pee herself. “You really mean it?”
”Literally girl it feels amazing especially in this cold weather. I’m sure you’ll love it!” Grace wasn’t too sure.
”I think I’ll wait it out.” Her friend looked disappointed.
”You’re too shy.”
About 30 minutes later Grace was at her limit. Her stomach bulged and her bladder extended so far she thought her belt would snap. She was thinking about what her friend said. Would she really like it? She knew the only way to know was if she tried. She decided. “Lauren, I’m going to do it.”
”You are finally caving in huh?”
”Yeah.”
”Then let’s do it.”
Grace stood up and spread her legs. She let go. At first she couldn’t get a flow going but then almost at once spurts of pee started flowing into her underwear. Seconds later spurts turned into streams and then into a faucet being shot out at high velocity. The feeling was exhilarating and Grace started to moan with pleasure with her friend excitedly looking on. The puddle at her feet almost didn’t form at all as the snow pants caught most of it. When she finished she too sat in her own mess. She felt dirty and awesome. Lauren smiled at her.
”How was it?”
”Amazing.”
”I told you.”
The end
Hope everyone enjoyed and I may extend on this I’m not sure. |
Sorry I wasn’t able to hear anyone’s feedback about a part two but I came up with my own idea. Props to my business teacher for the indirect suggestion (it’s fine, he knows nothing).
Snowed in, Part 2:
The next month passed but the snow didn’t. It continued to pile up on the streets and proceeded to make its way onto the roads. No one was able to go anywhere for two weeks. It hit February and the snow died down just in time for Grace to take her first SAT exam (sorry for the idea stealing from 2 previous writers). Grace woke up to the sound of her phone alarm and looked at the time; 7:30. Her exam was at 8. She hopped out of bed and felt her bladder bulge. She tried to ignore it as she made her way to the shower. She knew she had to be out the door in five minutes so she grabbed her toothbrush and hopped in the shower. She was out the door with a water bottle and a half eaten granola bar. Halfway to the site she remembered the need she had forgotten to satisfy since last night and groaned. The exam was two hours long and there were strictly no bathroom breaks. She looked at the clock. It read 7:50. If she could make it before 7:55 she could probably make it to the bathroom before the exam. She pulled up on the campus and looked at her phone: 7:55. She rushed inside and got to the registration. She handed the lady her papers. “Hey do you think I could head off to the bathroom real quick?”
The woman scoffed at her as if she asked if the earth was flat. “Are you serious! Of course not! This is a certified lockdown test and breaks won’t be allowed until after the test. Please make your way to the testing area.”
‘What a jerk’, she thought as she disappointedly walked away. She was taken aback though by seeing Lauren standing next to Brendan. She was attempting to flaunt her ass at him but it looked like he awkwardly tried to avoid making eye contact. She walked over to her. “Well, look who decided to join me at the SAT sight.”
Lauren smiled at her and saw her trembling, “you nervous?”
Grace realized what she was referencing to and started to blush. “Not exactly.”
Laurens eyebrows raised when she realized why she was trembling. “Did you not go before we came in the test room?”
Grace tried defending her case. “Well this lady at the entrance told me it was a lockdown and I couldn’t go.”
Lauren chuckled, “Are you sure it isn’t because you knew you were sat next to Russel?”
Grace turned even redder. She couldn’t even find a way to fight back. They went inside and started the test.
Grace tried to do everything she could in her power to take her mind off her need to pee, but to no avail. She knew by minute 5 she was going to burst open in less than 20 minutes tops. She had to find a way of escape, but she knew nothing would come to save her. She contemplated just letting go there and trying to hope no one noticed. The idea was solid in that she was wearing black yoga pants, but she decided against it initially and started her test. Around minute 30 she knew she was done but wanted to know for certain that she wouldn’t be discovered. She was limited on options and knew she needed a miracle. She got her miracle.
As it was in the Midwest blizzards were not uncommon during the month of January. Grace knew that during her test there would be a giant blizzard going on and that it would most likely be audible. What she never expected was a faulty roof right above the entrance to the test room. Almost out of nowhere a cracking sound could be heard in the ceiling and a chunk fell harshly onto the ground. A commotion rose through the students as they made their way over to the door. Grace knew this was her chance and pushed. Instead of the progressional flow the pee shot out like a water hose and continued non stop for enough time to empty Grace out enough for her to control her bladder once more. Once everything got under control Grace breathed a sigh of her relief and looked up to the sky. She had been saved, for now. Her pants and underwear still were soaked but as far as she knew no one knew the wiser. About 40 minutes settled back into the test and Grace noticed some girl stumbling up to the front desk. It was Lauren. She couldn’t overhear what the first parts of the conversation contained but the last line she believed not only summed up everything in that conversation but also probably could have been heard by all 143 students in the room.
”Well then I’ll just piss my pants then. Right over there, at my desk!”
What Grace then witnessed made her not just shocked, but also extremely turned on. She watched Lauren walk to her desk, spread her legs, and released a waterfall into her pants, then her desk, and then onto the floor. The whole room stared at her in stunned silence. Lauren just kept her head up and continued her test like nothing happened. Grace was proud of her friend. She wanted to go over there and give her a hug but she knew she had to do that after the test. She also realized she had to pee after the test as she knew she didn’t empty herself fully and still needed to go pretty badly. There was only one problem though, the blizzard had snowed them into the test room.
Thank you for reading! I’m trying to keep as on topic as I can with the snow theme and left it off there hopefully on a cliffhanger so I can take suggestions for a sequel part three. |
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Kapitola 1.
Počůravací tajemství aneb začátek prázdnin.
Pavla,moje kamarádka od děctví a ikdyž je nám ted 17,pořád jsme nejlepší kámošky.
Dlouho jsme něco plánovaly,že podniknem a tak konečně přišel den D.Chtěly jsme jít do kina a pak si doma u ní,udělat pohodový večer.Film jsme si vybrali,romantiku jak jinak a šli jsme koupit občerstvení.Velkou kolu a velký popcorn.Když se blížil čas projekce, přesunuli jsme se do sálu .K našemu údivu ,byl skoro prázdnýale to je u multikin asi normální.Sedli jsme si do prostřední řady a pohodlně se usadily.Přečkaly reklamy a ukázky a film začal.Pavla do sebe ládovala Colu a křupala popcorn.Po asi čtyřiceti minutách se začala ošívat,že se ji chce strašně moc čůrat.Aby né,když vypila skoro litrovou Coca Colu.Řekla jsem ji,at si dojde na toaletu.Ona ,že nehodlá přijit ani o kousek filmu,ale čůrat musí.Vždycky byla blázínek,ale tohle jsem nečekala.Řekla mi klidným hlasem ,že to pustí před sedačky na zem.Byla jsem v šoku.Řekla jsem ji zda to myslí vážně a ona ,že ano.V řadě jsme byli sami ,ale tohle bych nečekala,odložila kyblík s kukuřicí i kelímek,pozvedla se ,zvedla si jeansovou minisukni a stáhla kalhoty.Dřepla si před sedačku a zaujatě se koukala na film.Říkam ji,neblbni bude to slyšet !.Koukla na mě a řekla,máš pravdu ,přes ně to bude lepší a natáhla si bílé bavlněné kalhotky zpět.Než jsem ze sebe vydrala jediné slovo,slyším slabé crčení a z pod zadečku ji začlo proudit několik silných pramenů žlutých chcanek.To snad není pravda! Moje best kámoška si tu předemnou v kině,prochcává naplno své kalhotky a u toho klidně kouká na film !
Chcala asi minutku necelou a když se proudy chcanek změnily jen na kapky, pustila dolů sukni a s lehkým čvachtnutím si sedla zpět na sedačku .Sukni mám tmavou na ni to vidět nebude,nechci máčet sedačku, řekla mi.Před ní byl obrovský flek na koberci.Panebože!Pomyslela jsem si a zeptala se jí,co to bylo.Normalně jsem se pochcala,to neřeš a koukej.Řekla mi.Když film skončil, zvedly jsme se a mě to nedalo,lehce sem ji pohladila po sukni na zadku ,kde byla o něco tmavší a byla celá mokrá.No co no mokré co?Zeptala se a usmála se na mě laškovně.Ano dost.Odpověděla jsem.
Šli jsme domů pěšky a kecali jsme o všem možném.Když jsme došli k ní domů,připravila chlebíčky
a vinko ,ano vím,neměli bychom v 17-ti pít víno,ale zapátrejte ve své mysli,kdo tohle v tomto věku dodržel?.Ani mi nedošlo ,že je stále v počůraných kalhotkách a vlhké sukni.Zapli jsme TV a Pavla mi říkala,že si odskočí.Sundala si sukni a nechala si jen ty kalhotky,které ještě byly lehce vlhké.
Chtěl jsem heslo na wi-fi a tak jsem za ní šla do koupelny,zda mi ho prozradí.Když jsem otevřela dveře,málem mi telefon vypadl z rukou.Pavla seděla na záchodě a plným proudem chcala zase do kalhotek.Pavlo co je?? a začla jsem se už smát.Odpověděla mi coby? Tak stejně byly prochcané né?Navíc jsem ti to neřekla ale strašně ráda se počůrávám.WOW.Byla jsem v šoku.Když dočůrala utřela si kapající ted už dvakrát durch prochcané kalhotky papírem a spláchla.Par kapek čůrání ji steklo po stehně ale to zjevně neřešila.Pak jsme si o tom dlouze povídali a řekla mi,že ráda čůrá na veřejnosti jen tak nebo přes kalhotky a jeansy.Nechala si kalhotky na sobě celý večer.Když jsme šly spát,měla jsem spát vedle ní, protože,měla dvoumístnou postel,Už jsme tak parkrát spávaly.Ležely jsme a koukaly ještě na něco do mobilu.Až ted mi došlo,že Pavla,když přišla ze sprchy před ulehnutím,která šla hned po mě, si opět nasadila ty dnes už dvakrát pročůrané kalhotky.Zeptala jsem se : Pavli? Ty si necháš ty pročůrané kalhotky? Odpověděla: Ano a šibalsky se usmála.Ptala jsem se proč? Odpověděla,že se to dovím.A taky,že už mi říkala,že se ráda počůrává.Koukli jsme na serial a chystali se spát,bylo už dost pozdě a ráno jsme měly vstávat.Pavla zhasla lampu a pokoj se ponořil do tmy.Dobrou noc ! Popřála jsem Pavle a ona mi to přání opětovala.Po asi pěti minutách se ozvalo :ted koukej! A já nevěděla na co.Pavla ležíc na zádech mírně pod dekou roztáhla nohy a já uslyšela crkot z jejích kalhotek.Proboha! Ona snad čůrá do postele! Pavla mi řekla: Tohle miluji,když můžu čůrat do postele,kdykoliv potřebuju a usmála se.Já byla v totálním šoku,Crkot byl slyšet snad půl minuty a já cítila,jak se mokro šíří,od jejího zadečku k tomu mému.Zkus to taky !Vyzvala mě Pavla a mě v tom šoku nenapadlo nic jiného než říct: Dobře jak chceš.Zatlačila jsem a horké chcanky mi začly crčet do kalhotek a rozlévat se pod zadkem a šířit se postelí.No vidíš ,řekla Pavla a začla se smát.Já byla jako v tranzu.Když dočůrala a já také,uvědomila jsem si,co jsem právě provedla.
Pavli ,,to jako vážně?,, ptám se jí a ona odpovídá jasně a není to příjemné? Uznala jsem ,že ano ale je to pěkně perverzní.Ptám se ji,jak dlouho to dělá a proč to nevím už dávno.Odpověděla,že už od 14-ti let ,že si to našla na internetu a časem se jí to zalíbilo.Do kalhotek i do postele.No WOW,co já se ještě nedovím.Ptám se co se bude dít, tedka a Pavla mi odpověděla,že nic,že normálně budem spát mokré,však ono to do rána uschne.Je pravda,že se mi to taky docela líbilo,ta situace a byla jsem hodně vzrušená,ale nemohla jsem si to,před svou kámoškou udělat.Tak jsem se pokusila usnout a to se taky stalo.
Takto začal první den,našeho ,,mokrého,,přátelství. |
It is my first fictional story so maybe it won’t be great or even good, but I want to train my writing skills. I think that i should add that english isn’t my mother tongue and it is possible that I made some mistakes for what I apologize. I hope you wilk enjoy the story, because I am planning to make a few stories more about Gauranika, so if you like it i would be very grateful for positive feedback or some constructive criticism.
Early in the morning, just a moment after sunrise, the light entered cheerfully inside a meager but still quite cosy bedroom. The old wall clock was pointing at seven am. The sunrays in the chamber were still humble and gentle, but this amount of light was enough to wake up Gauranika, an 18 years old girl with Indian origin living in Bristol suburbs. Her parents moved to Great Britain a few years before her birth. Not long after birth Gauranika began to show outstanding talent in the field of maths and physics. She used her abilities very well during her education and now was preparing for final exams at the best High School in Great Britain with a will of applying for Oxford. She opened her eyes, stretched on the bed and looked at the clock. „It’s quite early, but there is no point in going to bed again” - she thought. She got up and went to the bathroom in order to take a shower and get dressed. It was quite warm outside, about 21°C. Gauranika was accustomed rather with european culture than with Indian, she usually dressed as a typical english girl instead of Indian saree. Today she decided to put on a pair of tight light blue jeans and red shirt with a spanish neckline. She was so beautiful that many boys in her school were infatuated with her. Her skin was a little bit swarthy, big dark, almost black eyes were absolutely cute and graceful, she also had extremely neat legs, amazing, long and a little bit wavy black hair reaching her shoulder blades, shapely alluring butt and perfect breast size. Her appearance was mellow and as delicate as a flower that, when falsely touched, curls up and closes in on itself. She has never been dressing
a defiant way and she only modestly emphasized some of her many advantages what was making a very positive impression in the environment of the intellectual elite.
After the morning toilet Gauranika ate breakfast and at 8 o’clock left her house. Lessons were starting at 8:30 so she was going to be in school ten minutes before. When she reached her destination she briefly talked to some colleagues and went to the lesson. The first lesson was the history of literature in which Gauranika was very good, but she had some strong bias against romanticism which was the subject now. She thought that the only good work from that period was Goethe’s „Faust”. But it was just an exception. During the lesson Gauranika suddenly realized that she didn’t pee in the morning, because she started to feel some slight pressure on her bladder, but she ignored it quickly. During the break between first and second lesson she resigned from going to bathroom because the break took only 5 minutes and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to come back before the beginning of the next class (again history of literature). During that lesson teacher was talking about extremely boring topic which was the significance of Adam Mickiewicz’s poetic drama „Forefathers’ Eve” as an example of patriotism, messianism and a signal to fight for national liberation. In that situation Gauranika was thinking about her need to pee more and more intensively in every minutę passing. A few minutes before the end of lesson she started to cross her legs in the most discreet way possible. A few moments later the bell rang and Gauranika was delighted that she was going to use the bathroom. She quickly packed her things and was going to leave the class when teacher asked her to wait a minute.
– I have to talk with you for a second.
– Is something wrong, professor? – asked Gauranika
– Oh, no! Just the opposite. I wanted to tell you that your last essay about the elements of feminism in works of Rabindranath Tagore was absolutely amazing. You showed perfectly that apart from big knowledge in this field you also accurately analyse facts and you draw non-obvious but extremely accurate conclusions. It is exactly what I want from you. Keep it up. – said teacher
– Thank you, professor. Hearing such words is just a pure pleasure and motivation for further work and improvement.
– Just still work hard, and you can achieve very much. Have a nice day.
– Thank you, you too, professor.
Gauranika left the class and headed straight to the bathroom. She was tired after fighting with her body when talking with the teacher. She was very shy and didn’t want anyone to notice her need. She reached the bathroom and to her bad luck found a queue of seven girls. She wasn’t desperate yet, but she knew very well that she should quickly empty her bladder. The time was passing and the queue wasn’t going forward which was very stressful for Gauranika, because she was aware of the fact that the break could end in any second. And she was right. The bell rang again, what meant that she had to leave the bathroom and go to the maths lesson - her favourite subject. She went to the class and sat in the last row next to her best friend, Ashley. Immediately after sitting down she felt a strong pressure on her bladder and instinctively put her hand between her crossed legs.
– Are you ok, Nicky? – asked Ashley
– Yes, I just have to pee quite bad. – answered Gauranika
– Oh… Ok. I hope you can hold it until the end of class.
– Well, I think so. But I have to go right after the class. Otherwise it can get very bad.
– I see. Hope everything is going to be fine.
– I don’t take any other option under consideration.
– Girls, stop talking, I know that you are good at maths, but please let others concentrate on the subject - teacher told them.
Gauranika was crossing her legs very tightly and started to wriggle on her chair nervously.
– Maybe you should ask for permission to go? – said Ashley
– It’s not that bad.
– I can see that it is that bad.
– No, it’s not.
– Well… your choice. But if I were you I would ask.
– That is what you would do. I won’t.
– So intelligent, and yet so silly. - sighed Ashley. – if you will have an accident, it will be your own fault.
– I won’t have. Will pee during the next break.
– I hope so.
The rest of the lesson was an eternity for Gauranika. She became very desperate to pee and this feeling was increasing every minute. Finally the lesson was over. Gauranika immediately ran to the bathroom, but instead of awaited relief she found a queue again. She was extremely desperate at this point and didn’t even try to hide it. One girl let her first in line, but others refused to go before them, so she wasn’t in a much better situation. Every second was a long period of more and more desperate fight. And then the bell rang again. It was the end of another break and Gauranika still didn’t pee. Her situation was becoming tragic. She withdrew from the bathroom and went for the lesson - chemistry. Again she sat next to Ashley.
– Were you in the bathroom? – asked Ashley
– Unfortunately not. I’m not sure how long I can wait at the moment. – answered Gauranika.
– I think it is the moment in which you have to ask for permission.
– Maybe you’re right… I will do it.
Gauranika raised her hand.
– What do you want, young lady? – asked teacher
– Can I go to the bathroom?
– It was the break a few minutes ago. Why didn’t you go then?
– Because it was a long line.
– Well, that’s not my fault. You can’t go.
– What? I really have to.
– You’ll have to wait until the next break.
– Are you kidding? I’m really desperate!
– You can’t go. Sit down and listen to the lesson.
Gauranika sat and tightly crossed her legs. She noticed that most people were looking at her from time to time. She felt very embarrassed about it. After another ten minutes Ashley asked her how does she feel.
– Desperate. – she answered quickly
– Is it that bad now?
– Yes. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it.
– Oh, I think you will.
– Oh my god, I won’t make it!
– What's going on?
– I just won’t make it!
At that moment Gauranika blushed and Ashley heard a hissing sound of fluid falling on the floor. Her friend was peeing herself. Ashley couldn’t believe ger eyes. Everyone in the class heard the strange sound and looked at Gauranika. She was completely embarrassed and couldn’t look at anyone’s eyes. Completely shocked teacher said that she could go to the bathroom. But it was definitely too late for her. She just ran out from the class, left the school and headed straight to her house. Al, the way she was crying and thinking about what just happened to her. Her butt and legs were visibly soaked by pee. All the backside of her sexy tight light blue jeans was dark from wetness, and everybody could figure out what was the source of that wetness. When she finally got to home she was totally depressed, but also started to feel something different. She noticed that wet clothes are very exciting. She knew that her parents were at work and she was alone. She decided not to take the wet pants off now. Not long after going home she realized that she needed to pee again. Her exhausted bladder couldn’t hold much at the moment. She didn’t really know why, but she went to the bathroom, but instead of toilet she went to the shower and let all her warm pee go down her legs which she found relaxing. She felt very horny and started to touch her pussy trough wet jeans and panties. After a few minutes she took the pants off, and continued her massage in wet panties. She was in heaven. She has never experienced such a strong pleasure from masturbation. After all she was in a better mood and checked Messenger on her phone. She found a Messages from Albert, the guy with whom she was in very deeply hidden love for more than a year.
– How are You feeling? I think you must be in a terrible mood. I am really sorry for you. I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t think too much about it. Accidents happen and it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I hope you’ll get better soon. – he wrote.
– Oh, thank you! It’s nice to find out that someone doesn’t think that I am a little girl who can’t control herself. – answered Gauranika.
– Oh, please… Everything is ok. And as you probably know we live close to each other. In case you need to talk or something like that I can visit you or we can meet somewhere else… Just saying.
– If You have time today we can meet even in an hour. I think I should talk to someone.
– Ok, so I will visit you if you don’t mind.
– No problem.
Gauranika was very happy and excited because of the chance to meet Albert. She didn’t know if he loved her, but just wanted to spend some time with him. She quickly went to the bathroom, changed clothes and prepared her room. After that she laid down on the bed and started to think, what Albert will do with her... |
Author's Note: I came up with the idea of a manservant having an affair with a king after I binge-watched The Tudors, because it's a great show, lol. So I made up these guys and then proceeded to never do anything with them for four years. Two years ago I thought of this situation for them and never wrote it for some reason, but earlier I made a post about it and it inspired me to just write the damn thing.
There is infidelity here of the king cheating on the queen but it's really not the main focus and I don't think anyone involved cares, so if that sort of thing bothers you just proceed with caution, but it's really not touched on much.
Oh, also, I don't do OC character descriptions in the narrative because I'm so used to writing fic, but if you wanna picture these guys they're both pretty tall and slender, with high cheekbones, and Lanrys has pale blond hair (almost white) and blue eyes, and Ranlyn has Greek and Ethiopian heritage so his skin is much darker, and he has longish thick black curls.
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Ranlyn stood watching the king from his place behind the banquet table. For some time now Lanrys had been shifting uneasily in his seat; not to where anyone observing him casually would notice, but Ranlyn’s observations of his majesty were never casual, and so he saw, every forty-five seconds or so, how Lanrys would shift his thighs, or cross his ankles, or tense his hand in his lap. The pageboy had been refilling his wine glass at a steady rate all evening; it was possible Lanrys was drunk, but Ranlyn knew he disliked inebriation, especially in public. Indeed as the pageboy came forward for the sixth time in two hours Ranlyn saw the liquid coming from his pitcher was clear, not red. So Lanrys had been drinking water, mostly. And the feast itself had been going for close to four hours, with no sign of slowing. Perhaps the food was disagreeing with him? —Except Lanrys was eating the same as everyone else, and no other guests were visibly uncomfortable. And Lanrys had his food tested in the kitchens prior to being served.
Ranlyn knew also that Lanrys would never, ever leave the banquet hall before his guests, barring some type of invasion from enemies. There was little chance of that tonight; they were celebrating Lanrys’ unexpected victory over the neighboring kingdom in the most recent battle, and Ranlyn—though he was “only” a manservant, as the queen often liked to remind him—knew victory-related feasts could go all night. So Lanrys would continue to sit there crossing and uncrossing his legs beneath the heavy velvet tablecloth, knuckles white against his goblet, exhaling quietly every so often beneath the voices raised around him in conversation. No one around him seemed to notice his discomfort, until he accidentally bumped the queen with his elbow some minutes later. She turned to glare at him; she’d nearly spilled her own drink into her long-finished food.
“Sit still,” Ranlyn heard her hiss, low enough the other servants wouldn’t catch it. “For fuck’s sake, Lanrys—”
“Sorry,” Lanrys muttered. He dragged his hand down his mouth; momentarily, reflexively, his head swiveled backwards, and his eyes sought out Ranlyn. His discomfort was even more evident face-on; his cheeks were faintly flushed, eyes bright with embarrassment, and—
Oh. Oh. Suddenly Ranlyn understood what was going on. He felt so stupid, not figuring it out already. His heart began to pound a little harder in his chest, for some reason. He bit his lower lip, trying to decide what to do; Lanrys had already turned back to face his guests, and Ranlyn could see the side of his face where he was pretending to smile and enjoy himself. By shifting his position just slightly to the right Ranlyn could see beneath the table better; Lanrys’ hands were twisting the cloth over and over, evidently trying not to hold himself. He crossed his ankles again, then uncrossed them. He tapped one foot against the floor. His thighs were stuck together.
Ranlyn knew the queen would make a big deal out of it if he approached the table without an invitation. Since Lanrys had already turned away from him Ranlyn knew it was unlikely he could get his attention again, at least without calling unnecessary attention to himself. But then the duke unexpectedly made it easy on him; he got up and called for a dance. The minstrels began to pick up a livelier tune than the one they’d been playing (to aid the digestion) and the duke left the table with his wife, and shortly after so did the queen’s sister, and Lord Nathaniel, accompanied by the woman everyone knew was his mistress, though he said she was only his poor bedridden wife’s chambermaid. Then the banquet table was virtually empty, save for Lanrys and Queen Alice, and she was folding her arms and looking impatiently at the dancers. The other guests in the hall had gotten up to join in the festivities and Alice was tapping her foot—for a very different reason than her husband—and kept giving pointed looks at the others. At last, seeming to run out of patience, she snapped,
“Your majesty, will you join me in a dance?”
Lanrys’ already pale skin turned even paler. Ranlyn saw the heel of one hand flatten out against his thigh. His legs were crossed so tightly the fabric was straining. “I—no,” he said, “no, I’d just as soon rather sit here and watch. You go on, my love.”
Alice’s mouth twisted nastily in one corner, but she didn’t say anything else, just stood and walked off. Once most everyone was out of eyesight—except the old blind earl at the far end of the table, who was already mostly asleep, and the guards, none of whom would dare say anything about anyone—Ranlyn slipped forward, and rested his hand on Lanrys’ shoulder.
“Your majesty—”
Lanrys jumped, then exhaled sharply. The hand on his thigh flew to his crotch. Ranlyn wondered if he’d let a little out by accident; the idea made his heart pound even harder, until he was nearly nauseous with it.
“I didn’t mean to startle your majesty,” Ranlyn said, keeping his voice low. He reached out to take Lanrys’ plate and his now-empty goblet, and he said, “Do you need relief?”
“Oh…” Lanrys’ eyes slid partway shut. “Ran…”
Ranlyn set the goblet on the plate amidst the deer bones and grape stems. “Tell me what you need, Rys,” he whispered. Lanrys let out a tiny, barely audible whimper. Without much observation he was shifting even more in his seat, openly holding himself, hand shoved between his legs.
“You need me to help you to the water closet?” Ranlyn murmured.
Lanrys’ cheeks were bright red again. He was shaking one knee so hard the tablecloth was moving. “I—don’t think I could make it,” he mumbled. For some reason this statement—or perhaps Lanrys’ tone, or perhaps a combination of both—shot straight down Ranlyn’s spine, curling heat and tension in the pit of his stomach, and lower still. He swallowed.
“Why didn’t you stop drinking?” he asked, still very, very quietly. Lanrys shook his head. He was breathing hard through his nose like a frustrated animal, hands flexing again and again against his thighs.
“Couldn’t,” he mumbled, through gritted teeth. “My image, and Alice would’ve asked—fuck—” He made another small whining noise, and Ranlyn’s cock twitched in response. His hand plunged again between his legs and he doubled up a little on himself. “Ran…”
“You know you’re the king,” Ranlyn said, heart beating so hard he was sure Lanrys could hear it. “You know you can tell them whatever you—”
“I wasn’t thinking,” Lanrys said, and his voice came out sharper than he’d likely meant. “I was thirsty and that boy just kept bringing me drinks and I—oh—Ran, please, I need—” He cut himself off, biting his mouth so hard the flesh turned stark white. Ranlyn swallowed again; he squeezed Lanrys’ shoulder, and looked around. Everyone was still dancing, occupied, not noticing the king sitting flushed and hunched over at the banquet table while his manservant rubbed his arm.
“What do you need,” Ranlyn whispered, “tell me, I’ll do anything—are you sure you can’t make it to—”
“Yes,” Lanrys said; there was a note of panic in his voice, a frantic thread, and when he looked at Ranlyn his eyes were that same fevered, desperate shade they’d been earlier. He was squirming around in his seat and Ranlyn wondered if anyone else had noticed, and just hadn’t said anything because Lanrys was the king. And if he’d thought of that Lanrys surely had as well, and how embarrassed must he be, breathing unsteadily, shifting his legs, grinding his teeth. “I can’t stand up, it’s too—” He swallowed, gesturing at his bladder with his free hand. “It feels far too heavy, Ran, I—I need relief, I’m going… oh—” He gasped, more audibly this time, and Ranlyn—he hoped only because he was so close, but even beneath the music he heard a faint hissing. Lanrys’ trousers were thick and dark, but there was only so much they’d be able to hide. “I’m having an accident,” Lanrys breathed out; he was nearly in tears, “Ran, I can’t, I’m, I can’t hold it…”
Ranlyn made a decision. He squeezed Lanrys’ shoulder again. “Two seconds,” he said, and Lanrys gave him a panicked look but Ranlyn was already rushing off towards the kitchens. Thankfully they were just down the hall and after setting Lanrys’ plate and goblet down he picked up the first pitcher he saw off the floor. It wasn’t huge, but it would have to do. One of the cooks glared at him, but because he was the king’s manservant no one dared say anything. He was back in the dining hall as quickly as he could be. Lanrys was sitting completely twisted up at the table, hand between his legs, panting. He was still trying to maintain a stoic expression and to keep his upper half still but Ranlyn could see him failing. He rushed back to him and Lanrys turned, winced—then his eyes fell on the pitcher and his mouth dropped open.
“Will this do, your—”
“Please,” Lanrys gasped. Ranlyn nodded. He looked around, but everyone was either still dancing or else they were not paying attention, and before he could have time to overthink it he ducked beneath the low-hanging tablecloth. Instantly the world was shut out; the velvet was so thick it blocked out much of the sound as well as the light, and Ranlyn had to squint to see Lanrys’ legs. But after a few seconds his eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see fully now how desperate Lanrys was—thighs fanning in and out, calves and feet squirming and dancing frantically. His hands kept flexing against his crotch and when Ranlyn reached up to curl their fingers together Lanrys stiffened. Ranlyn pulled one hand away and saw even through the dark fabric a damp spot appearing on his trousers. He rested his palm against the outline of Lanrys’ cock as he carefully took his other hand away and Lanrys squeezed his thighs hard around Ranlyn’s wrist. Never mind damp—the fabric was fucking soaked.
Oh, darling, Ranlyn thought, feeling a wave of pity rush up in his chest. He pressed a careful kiss to the inside of Lanrys’ knee. “I’m gonna take care of you now,” he whispered, though he doubted Lanrys could hear him. “You’re gonna be okay, love,” and he set the pitcher on the stone floor and, kneeling between Lanrys’ legs, he began to untie the strings at his crotch.
It seemed to take forever, even to Ranlyn. Lanrys kept tensing up and trembling violently; he leaked again several more times, once a long, sudden spurt that seemed to go on for a full three seconds before Lanrys could cut it off. He was trying to help Ranlyn with the complex material but his hands were shaking so badly he was just making it worse; finally Ranlyn had to take one of his hands—the skin faintly damp—and bite down gently on his knuckle: Stop. It’s okay. I’ve got this. Lanrys went still, momentarily; then his hand found its way into the thick, soft curls of Ranlyn’s hair. His other hand was still tensing against his thigh but at least it was out of the way and Ranlyn was able to finish undoing his trousers and to pull him out. Ranlyn was half-expecting Lanrys to begin pissing the second his cock was free but he didn’t; remarkably, he held it in, though his whole body was shaking, and the head of his cock was damp with urine. Carefully, Ranlyn positioned the pitcher between Lanrys’ knees. Then he wrapped one hand around Lanrys’ cock and aimed it. He kissed Lanrys’ thigh. And either Lanrys could feel the ceramic of the pitcher on his skin, or else he’d understood Ranlyn’s kiss the way he’d meant it, or else he just couldn’t hold it anymore, because he started pissing. It came out hard and sudden and Ranlyn almost lost his grip on the pitcher; hurriedly he grabbed Lanrys’ hand from where it was clenched around the chair and put it on his cock instead so that he could hold the pitcher more steadily. Lanrys’ urine splashed noisily against the ceramic; Ranlyn was sure it was audible even above the music and the thick velvet. The stream was thick and clear and strong and Ranlyn watched it, watched Lanrys’ body slowly untense itself as more and more piss came out, and wondered why his own stomach was clenching, why his cock was twitching even more. He recognized all the responses from previous sexual encounters, both with Lanrys and with the few others he’d had prior to the castle, but not for this—surely? Lanrys was urinating into a pot, that was all. He’d been desperate, bursting, unable to find relief, unable to sit still, unable to sit straight. He’d been nearly in tears and he’d wet his pants a little bit and now as he continued to piss and piss Ranlyn could hear him making those same quiet, moaning noises, and oh, oh fuck—
Ranlyn shifted. He was more than half-hard in his trousers, but he couldn’t find relief. He was half-hard from the idea of Lanrys’ desperation, from thinking of how full he’d been, how full and how unbearably strained his bladder must’ve felt. And he was half-hard from Lanrys losing control, and from watching Lanrys piss into this pitcher beneath the table. In public. Where anyone could potentially figure out what was going on. Ranlyn had no idea—he was sure it was just a fluke. But what a fluke it was. He shifted a little, trying to get some friction from his trousers—
—and realized the pitcher was filling up. It was more than half full and Lanrys’ stream was not slowing down. Ranlyn had no idea what to do; he tapped Lanrys’ thigh, and then again more insistently, and Lanrys pinched the tip of his cock and jiggled his thighs and managed, with what looked like a Herculean effort, to stop the flow. He pressed the heel of his hand hard on his cock and bent a little to look under the tablecloth.
“What’s wrong,” he whispered, “Ran—” He was shaking his knee again, voice strained. “I still have to go so badly, honey, I don’t think I can hold it, I’m not finished—”
“I know,” Ranlyn whispered back; his heart was in his throat, he hated seeing Lanrys in pain, or uncertain, or scared. “The pitcher’s almost full, though, and I—” He hesitated. “Do you think you could make it to the water closet now?”
Lanrys bit his mouth. Shook his head. His legs were shaking; after maybe half a second a jet of piss shot out of his cock and he groaned, folding one leg over the other, trapping his cock and his hand.
“I’ll piss on the fucking floor,” Lanrys grumbled, “I don’t care, I just, it needs to come out—”
“What about if we just go outside,” Ranlyn said. “Maybe if you could just make it to the door?” The water closet was halfway on the other side of the castle. But there was a door leading out to the hunting grounds just thirty feet away. Lanrys’ eyebrows pinched together, momentarily. He licked his lips. Then, slowly, he nodded. Ranlyn nodded too. He brought Lanrys’ hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckle he’d bitten.
“You’re doing so good, darling,” he murmured, and Lanrys’ cheeks flushed even deeper. He tucked himself back into his trousers and began redoing the threads—fingers still trembling, as Ranlyn inched his way out from beneath the table. He had no idea what to do with the pitcher of urine but decided ultimately his best bet was to leave it there and come back for it later. The feast wouldn’t be over until after midnight, probably, and Ranlyn figured it was just gone eight now. So he had plenty of time.
A passing guest gave him an odd look as he straightened up and walked around the table, but he ignored the man and set his hand on Lanrys’ shoulder again. “Ready, your majesty?”
Lanrys nodded. “Thank you, sir,” he said, in the formal stiff tone he adopted with Ranlyn when they spoke in public where others could hear them. He stood up, wincing; Ranlyn could see him trying hard not to grab himself, and even in the dim candlelight he saw Lanrys’ crotch shining with fresh dampness. He staggered away from the table, Ranlyn at his side, and together they weaved their way to the door, passing guards and guests who bowed automatically. As they passed through the door Ranlyn glanced back; he saw Alice, talking to Lord Nathaniel, and rolled his eyes. At least she was distracted, he thought, and hurried Lanrys on.
They made their way down the field a bit. The night air was cool on their skin; the moon hadn’t risen, but the stars were out, and Ranlyn could just see where he was going as he led Lanrys away from the castle and from prying eyes. The grass was soft and long the further they went; there was a river at the edge of a hill, and Ranlyn was trying to get Lanrys there, but as soon as they were around a corner and away from the windows of the banquet hall Lanrys dropped to his knees and fumbled himself back out. He was already pissing by the time he got out his cock; he tried to aim it but his hands were shaking too much and after a moment he just collapsed back, almost fully seated, pissing hard into the dirt and the grass and a little onto his trousers. Ranlyn knelt behind him to hold him up. Lanrys leaned back against him. His eyes shut. Quiet exhausted moans fell from his lips.
“You really needed to go, huh,” Ranlyn murmured, slowly rubbing Lanrys’ side, kissing his neck. “You must’ve been so uncomfortable, love. I’m sorry.”
Lanrys shook his head. “‘s all right,” he said, voice rough, a little choked. “Thank you for helping me…”
Ranlyn nodded. His chin was on Lanrys’ shoulder. One hand on his thigh. The other on his ribcage.
Lanrys’ stream seemed to go on forever, though Ranlyn was sure it couldn’t have been more than a minute, perhaps a minute and a half. At last it slowed to a trickle, then stopped. A few more spurts came out; then Lanrys tucked himself back in for the second time, and wiped his hand on the grass. He turned to Ranlyn and kissed him slowly, heatedly, sucking his lower lip into his mouth with his teeth.
“You liked that,” he said, quietly, after a long time. They were kneeling in the grass where Lanrys had just relieved himself; Ranlyn was hard, aching with it, and he’d forgotten how observational Lanrys was, and how smart. His cheeks flushed; in the dim light, against his darkish skin, he knew it wouldn’t be visible, but he also knew he couldn’t hide something like this, not from Lanrys. So he nodded, and Lanrys smiled. It wasn’t mocking; it never was with Lanrys, but Ranlyn still closed his eyes, feeling vaguely ashamed. A moment later Lanrys’ hand was on his cheek.
“It’s all right,” he said, still quiet. “It’s okay. You’re just very expressive, and I can tell when you’re aroused.”
“Should be able to, you have enough practice,” Ranlyn mumbled, and Lanrys laughed, softly. His thumb stroked Ranlyn’s cheekbone and Ranlyn looked up. Lanrys was smiling at him, gently, head tilted a little to one side.
“There was something enjoyable about it,” Lanrys said. “I wouldn’t mind getting into a similar situation sometime. Though perhaps—in private? Just with you?” He looked hesitantly at Ranlyn, and Ranlyn tilted his head a little so he could kiss Lanrys’ palm, and then he drew him forward by his doublet and kissed his mouth.
“I would be honored, your majesty,” he murmured, and Lanrys tugged gently at one of his curls before straightening up, and offering Ranlyn his hand. |
part 2:
Lanrys loved visiting his cousins. They lived in an isolated cottage far out on a piece of property Lanrys had purchased for them. It was a three days’ ride on horseback from the castle and Lanrys was in the habit of only taking Ranlyn, despite persistent warnings that he was in danger of being robbed by bandits. They often spent a month or two at the cottage, away from Alice and the pressures of the kingdom. On the ride there and back they camped out in the woods while their horses slept quietly beneath the trees. They were able to relax, to be as open with each other as they wanted. It was a peaceful time, even if Lanrys only got to go once a year, if that.
This time was probably going to end up similar to the others. But right now Lanrys had to fucking piss. Ranlyn had watched him fidgeting and squirming uneasily on his horse for the last half-hour, but every time he offered to stop for a moment Lanrys refused, saying they’d gotten a late start, they needed to make good time before nightfall so they wouldn’t have to camp a fourth time, his cousins would worry, etc. Ranlyn was riding kind of alongside him and he could see the way Lanrys was leaning a little forward in the saddle, one hand on the reins, the other holding his crotch. His eyes were determinedly focused ahead, teeth sunk into his lower lip. His cheeks were flushed, and Ranlyn thought, you beautiful stubborn fool.
“Your majesty,” he said, as the horses entered a clearing he knew was still half a mile out from the cottage. “Wouldn’t you like to stop? It would only be for a moment—”
Lanrys gave him a look. He was gripping himself so hard his knuckles were white. Sweat stood out on his forehead despite the cool air and the relatively slow gait of the horses. He opened his mouth and a tiny, pained moan escaped his throat, and then he said,
“I thought—fuck. I thought you liked this, Ran.”
Ranlyn’s whole body ran hot and cold in dizzying simultaneity. His face must’ve done something he hadn’t intended because Lanrys’ mouth quirked up in a dry smile, and he said,
“I didn’t forget the banquet, honey.”
Ranlyn huffed. It had been over a month since the banquet, and they had never had a chance to try it out again. There was hardly any time for them to have to themselves during most of the year, and certainly not for anything longer than a brief tryst in one of the side rooms of the castle, Ranlyn sucking Lanrys off against the wall, Lanrys jerking Ranlyn into an empty container. Ranlyn would be a liar—and a shitty one at that—if he said he hadn’t thought about it. But there had been no opportunities, and he’d sort of assumed Lanrys had lost interest. But now—
“Assuming you still want it,” Lanrys added, after a moment, and Ranlyn’s grip tightened on his own horse’s reins.
“Yes,” he said, “yes, I want,” and Lanrys’ mouth twitched again. Then he winced, plunging his hand deeper between his thighs, doubling up as best he could while sitting. Ranlyn drew up alongside him, close enough they were almost touching, and reached out to lace his fingers over Lanrys’. He could feel the swollen tender bulge of his bladder beneath his trousers. Even though they were casual, they were still tight, and when Ranlyn touched him there he gasped. The pressure on his bladder must have been nearly unbearable.
“Nearly there now, love,” Ranlyn murmured, swallowing against the sudden dryness in his throat.
They rode on like that for a while, until they began to approach the winding path that led straight to the cottage. Then Ranlyn released Lanrys’ hand and pulled on the reins so he’d come in behind him. From the back Lanrys’ squirming was even more evident; Ranlyn could see him making involuntary attempts to press his thighs together, and the arch of his back as he continuously bent forward. As they drew up towards the clearing where the cottage was he moved his hand from his crotch, then winced again. Then they were within sight of the windows, and the cousins were rushing out: his adult cousin Lily and her husband, John, and their three children: Julia, Henry, and Catherine. The children came immediately towards the horses, exclaiming—as they always did—over their manes and fine hair. Ranlyn dismounted and could see Lanrys attempting to do the same, but the effort of moving his legs was proving too much. He offered Lily a tense smile which quickly turned into a frantic glance in Ranlyn’s direction, eyes wide and blaring obvious signals: I need to piss!
“Hello, your majesty,” Lily said, curtseying. “Long ride in?”
“Uh-huh,” Lanrys said. He was gingerly attempting to extricate one foot from its stirrup without jostling his bladder too much. Ranlyn could see the way his muscles flexed. He hurried around to the other side of the horse and began to ease Lanrys’ foot free from its confines.
“Majesty,” he murmured.
Lanrys made a tight, borderline panicked noise in the back of his throat. He set his hand on Ranlyn’s shoulder so that Ranlyn felt the tension in his body, the way he was shaking. He swung his other leg over the saddle to dismount and gasped. Ranlyn thought he saw a damp patch between his legs, though it may have only been a shadow. As his feet made contact with the ground he winced, hunching over as subtly as he could, hands heading automatically for his crotch before settling awkwardly at his middle. His younger cousins swarmed them both; Catherine, the youngest, hugged him around the legs, and Ranlyn saw his eyebrows pinch together as he reached out to pat her head.
He stepped forward, setting a hand on Lanrys’ shoulder. “Lily,” he said; they switched between using formalities and not so often it was like speaking another language. “Lanrys and I are rather tired after our journey—”
“Oh, of course,” Lily said. “Henry, would you run inside and see if Margaret has finished preparing the tea?”
Lanrys winced again. His body was dragging itself towards the ground. Ranlyn could see the bulge his bladder made beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Lils, c’mon, you don’t have to put yourself out—”
“Not even for my cousin the king?” Lily gave him a look, mouth twisted in a smile not unlike his own. “You and Ranlyn go inside, sweetie. We’ll make sure your things are taken care of,” gesturing to herself and her husband.
“Huh,” Lanrys said, a little like the word had been punched out of him. Ranlyn wanted to protest that wasn’t what he’d meant, but Julia and Catherine were already running to open the door and he couldn’t bear the idea of humiliating Lanrys in front of his cousins, so he just walked with him inside the cottage. Lanrys took small, shuffling steps, thighs brushing together. Ranlyn couldn’t remember how much he’d drunk throughout the day; it was late afternoon now, and they’d emptied several goatskins of water from the time they’d started three days ago, so it can’t have been much… but then Lanrys didn’t have an issue with drinking from streams the way Ranlyn did, and Lanrys was always thirsty when he rode on horseback, and they hadn’t stopped all day because Lanrys was in such a hurry…
He stepped over the threshold of the house and paused. “All right, majesty?” Julia asked as she raced ahead of him towards the kitchen area, and Lanrys leaned back against the wall for a second, crossing his legs tightly, before calling back,
“Yes, darling, I’m all right. Just stiff from the ride.” He looked at Ranlyn again as he straightened. Fresh sweat had broken out over his forehead. Ranlyn opened his mouth to ask did Lanrys need him to take emergency action, but before he could Henry was calling that the tea was ready, and they walked—Ranlyn adjusting his gait to match Lanrys’ steady limp—into the kitchen. The tea had been boiled in a massive cast-iron skillet over the fire; it smelled hot and good, scented with jasmine and other unidentifiable herbs. The kitchen maid, Margaret, was pouring it into cups set around the table; she paused to curtsey for Lanrys as he walked in and Lanrys offered her a thin smile. When he sat he had to go slow, and Ranlyn noticed he couldn’t quite sit all the way down, as though his muscles were no longer capable of going that way. Ranlyn sat next to him, setting a hand on his thigh out of everyone’s line of vision.
“Rys,” he murmured.
“‘m fine,” Lanrys said, through gritted teeth. He was obviously lying but Ranlyn couldn’t do anything about it here. He leaned across the table to take the proffered cups for himself and Lanrys, and once all five of them were served they looked at Lanrys. It was his duty to drink first, and none of them would lift their cups before he did. Ranlyn saw his hand slide between his legs, squeezing hard, before he lifted the cup to his mouth and drank. His throat worked determinedly around the liquid. His knee was starting to shake.
“What have you been up to since we last visited?” Ranlyn asked the kids, in an effort to distract Lanrys from the issue at hand. Henry launched into a heavy-handed description of the latest fantasy game he and his sisters had invented, and Ranlyn took their distraction as an opportunity to reach down and squeeze Lanrys’ free hand. He squeezed back tightly. He was still shaking. Every so often he’d lift the tea to his mouth, swallow, then wince; the movements were reflexive, but Lanrys clearly wasn’t capable of thinking hard enough to stop doing it, either. As he drained the last dregs of tea Lily and John entered the room; John clapped Lanrys on the back, Lanrys jolted, and Ranlyn watched as the front of his trousers grew noticeably darker. He looked at Lanrys’ face; Lanrys’ mouth was so thin it was bloodless, and Ranlyn knew there really wasn’t much time left, so he set his cup down and stood, stretching exaggeratedly.
“Lily,” he said, “John, I’m sorry to leave right as you’re coming in, but I have got to use your outhouse.” He made kind of a show of squeezing his own thighs together. “Long ride, you know.”
The kids started giggling. Lily’s face flushed scarlet, but she said, “Well, of course, you know where it is,” and Ranlyn said,
“Yeah. Uh. Your majesty?”
Lanrys turned his head in a painful-looking motion. “Yeah, Ran.”
“Would you—” Ranlyn hesitated, swallowed, thinking, then— “Don’t you need to stretch your legs? From the saddle?”
“I—” Lanrys drew in a breath. “Yes. Yes. That’s—yes.” He gripped the edge of the table and slowly dragged himself to his feet. His bladder was visibly swollen now, even through his shirt, and Ranlyn hoped it wasn’t obvious he was staring as he stepped aside to let Lanrys exit first. He followed him out into the hall, and then to the back door.
The second they were out of sight of the family Lanrys broke into a limping run, holding himself as he shuffled forward. He was working frantically at the laces of his trousers, trying to pull himself out before he’d reached the outhouse. Ranlyn followed, watching as he reached the door and banged on it. He was pretty far still, but not so much that he couldn’t hear the muffled sound of someone calling from inside:
“Occupied!”
“Fuck,” Lanrys groaned, doubling over, legs crossed, hands shoved between them. He looked up at Ranlyn with his eyes shining and the crotch of his trousers darkened again with a fresh burst of piss. Ranlyn’s cock twitched. He swallowed.
“It’s bad again, huh, love,” he murmured, when he was close enough he could whisper. Lanrys nodded frantically, extricating one hand so he could drag it down his thigh. He’d gotten his trousers unlaced and all that was necessary now was for him to unsnap and free himself from the confines of fabric. He was dancing from one foot to the other, crossing and recrossing his legs, eyes mostly shut.
“I can’t make it,” he whispered. “Fuck, Ran, fuck, I need—” He let out a shaky, unhappy gasp as piss blossomed out again, trickling down his leg. Ranlyn winced; he was almost fully hard, but he couldn’t bear the embarrassment for Lanrys. He walked behind him, laced their fingers together. He moved his hand out of the way and began unsnapping his trousers.
“What are you—”
“Just to ease the pressure a little, majesty,” Ranlyn said, and reached inside the soaked fabric to pull out Lanrys’ cock. He aimed it away from his feet and nudged his shoulder gently with his chin. Lanrys moaned,
“I can’t…” but he was already pissing, hard, into the dirt at his feet. Another moan escaped his lips, soft, relieved, and he leaned backwards a little against Ranlyn. Ranlyn kissed the side of his neck, grinding his hips up a little so Lanrys would feel the friction of his cock against his ass. Lanrys huffed out a short laugh:
“You fucking degenerate… oh, fuck, that feels—”
From inside the outhouse came the audible sound of britches rustling. Lanrys whimpered, tightening his muscles to cut off his flow, but he couldn’t quite manage to get it under control. As he tucked himself back into his pants he was still dribbling consistently, and Ranlyn had to step in front of him to hide the obvious fact of his accident as the outhouse door swung open. It was a servant Ranlyn vaguely recognized; he looked startled when he saw them, and made an awkward bow:
“Majesty—”
“Hello,” Lanrys said tightly, and then, “Excuse me,” and he darted past Ranlyn and inside. He didn’t bother shutting the door again; thankfully the servant was smart enough to walk away fast without looking back, so it was very easy indeed for Ranlyn to walk to the crack in the door and watch in the dim interior light as Lanrys dropped to his knees, pulled out his cock again, and began pissing into the hole in the ground. He groaned, more audibly this time. Ranlyn could feel him shuddering where he had his hand resting in his hair. With his other hand he rubbed at himself through his trousers.
“Fuck,” Lanrys breathed. His head tipped back into Ranlyn’s hand. His eyes were mostly shut. “Fuck, it feels good, Ran…” His stream gushed out, steady and strong and with no sign of slowing down. Ranlyn moaned involuntarily, tightening his hand in Lanrys’ hair:
“You did so good for me, majesty,” he breathed out, “holding it all this time, must’ve been so fucking hard, you were bursting, oh, fuck, there’s so much—”
He came in his trousers like a fucking teenager, just as Lanrys’ stream was slowing down into a trickle. It continued for a little while, then tapered off into dribbles, and finally nothing. Lanrys shook his cock a few times, then tucked himself back into his trousers, hoisted himself off the ground, and dragged Ranlyn forward for a savage, brutal kiss.
“I’m going to make this such a fucking show for you someday,” he said. “I’m going to make it so good for you. I promise.”
Ranlyn licked inside Lanrys’ mouth. He dragged their crotches together; the damp soaked fabric of Lanrys’ against the similarly damp fabric of Ranlyn’s. Eventually they parted, looked down at themselves, and began laughing.
“There’s a river nearby,” Lanrys said. “We could go wading, say we’d fallen in.”
“I love it when you talk business,” Ranlyn said, and he and Lanrys snickered all the way down to the bank of the river, holding hands in the low heat of the afternoon. |
Emmett was miserable. He was knock-out tired, practically asleep on his feet, late to his first class of the day, and he needed a pee. And it was all because the power had gone out at his house in the middle of the night. The outage had only lasted a few minutes, so short he’d slept through it. But, long enough for all the clocks in the house to reset, thus resulting in his alarm not waking him at the proper time.
This left him with no chance to take his morning shower, the thing that got him awake enough each morning to not sleep through his first few classes. More importantly, he’d had to get dressed and out the door so fast that he hadn’t had time for his morning pee, either. He’d been so tired that he didn’t realize he’d missed that very crucial part of his morning routine until partway through the ride to school. He and his twin sister Shelby had missed the bus, of course, so his Dad had ended up needing to take them in. Dad was already annoyed about having to drive them to school, before arriving late to his job and having to explain what all had happened, so Emmett thought it would be unwise to ask Dad to turn back around just so he could use the toilet.
The thing was, Emmett did not like using the toilet at school. The school restrooms were absolutely filthy and filth made him very, very anxious. He was okay going in there to wash his hands, something he needed to do multiple times throughout the day whenever anything happened that triggered his fears of sickness— Those things could range from touching a pencil someone else had been holding, accidentally touching a doorknob with his bare hand rather than the sleeve of his shirt, or feeling any stickiness beneath his hands when he laid them onto a surface. Emmett was very much a germaphobe, his fear of illness presented a constant obstacle in his life that turned it into a never-ending cycle of anxiety and obsessive washing.
So, he was okay with entering the school’s restrooms to scrub his hands a million and ten times each day. He could open the door with his shirt sleeve, flick the sink on and off with his elbow, wash the living daylights out of his hands, then nudge the door back open with his foot to leave. Sometimes, he’d do the whole thing while holding his breath out of fear of breathing something in that could infect him.
But, actually using the restroom was different. He’d have more things to touch. If he used a stall, he’d have to get that door open, pull the lock into place, lift the seat— see whatever horrors were underneath it… It was just too much for him to deal with, his anxiety and panic would get too high, he’d end up scrubbing his hands until they bled and even then he still wouldn’t feel clean enough. If he used a urinal… Well, the guys he went to school with seemed to have awful aim. It was almost like they were trying to miss, or something. The last time he’d been desperate enough to use the urinal at school, his shoes had actually gotten… stuck for a few seconds. It had grossed him out so much he’d wished he could burn them. When he’d gotten home he’d taken a very long shower, not leaving until his skin was rubbed raw and red.
He knew his anxieties were all silly, he knew it very much. But, knowing that they were silly did not magically make them disappear. He still had to live with them, he still had to live with the things they drove him to do. He did not want to try using the restroom at school. Especially not in the morning when the whole day was still ahead of him, he knew he’d need a shower as soon as possible and wouldn’t be able to take one until after school when he went home. He’d have to feel all that awful grime on him all day, his anxiety working into over-drive and convincing him he was contaminated and infected. Sometimes, the fear got so bad he had full-blown panic-attacks. He’d already had a couple of those in class with all the other students watching so far this year, he didn’t want to do something that could trigger another.
So, that left one option. He was going to hold it. He was going to hold it until he got home to his nice, clean restroom. Eight hours of school, about an hour on the bus home. Nine hours, then he could pee. Simple.
He tried not to think about how the last time he’d peed had been just before bed the previous night, almost ten hours ago now. He tried not to think about how that meant he was going to go a minimum of nineteen hours without a pee. That wouldn’t be good to think about. No. He also tried not to think about how his bladder was already sending him quite a few worrying signals, confused as to why he’d already been awake for so long without emptying it. He could hold it. He had to hold it.
Getting through the first class was easy enough. He paid attention to the teacher instead of his bladder and only occasionally felt the need to tap his foot. The next few classes weren’t too bad, either. Maybe he’d needed to ‘casually’ cross his legs under his desk a few times, but it wasn’t a big deal. He could hold it. He had to hold it.
By the time lunch rolled around though, that was when he was really starting to feel it. The denials he kept repeating to himself were no longer working. He had to pee. He preferred to go to the library during lunch, away from other people and things that made him anxious. He decided not to eat anything today. If he did that, he would definitely have to wash his hands first. He’d been trying really hard to avoid doing that, since entering the restroom to clean his hands would mean having to see the urinals and toilets that his nervous brain had forbidden him from using.
Sometimes, Shelby would find him here and join him to give him company. She teased him a lot for being so nervous, but did still love him and didn’t want him to feel lonely too often. Today was one of the days she’d decided to join him. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy about that or not. She could distract him from his building need, sure, but he also didn’t want her to notice that he was starting to get desperate.
And, oh boy, was he ever starting to get desperate. The waistband of his pants was pressing very, very firmly into his bladder and suddenly his clothes were feeling way too tight. He’d been discreetly pressing his thighs against one another for a while now, trying to pin his opening shut and take at least a bit of edge off the pressure. He was annoyed with himself, too. Here he was, in very bad need of a toilet break, during lunch-time when he was free to go anywhere in the school he wanted to. He was allowed to pee, no one was stopping him from going but himself.
But, his anxieties were just too strong. The thought of touching so many gross, grimy things made his brain buzz with nervous tingles. He hadn’t noticed, but he’d begun bouncing his knee as he continued listening to Shelby recount a story to him. He hadn’t been paying attention to anything she’d been saying, he’d been way too focused on the cries for relief his bladder wouldn’t stop making.
Shelby suddenly stopped talking, “Um… Do you have to use the toilet or something?” she asked.
Emmett felt his face turning very pink. “N—No,” he stammered. It was a pathetic denial, and utterly pointless. Shelby could always tell when he was lying.
“Don’t lie to me,” she said. “We’re twins. I can tell when you have to pee. We got toilet-trained together, and I know whenever you have to pee really bad you start doing that thing with your hands.”
“What thing?” Emmett asked. He hadn’t known he did a ‘thing with his hands’ when he needed to pee.
“Your fingers,” She said. “You, like, drum them on your knees.”
“I do?” Emmett asked. He realized then that he was, in fact, tapping his fingers atop his still bouncing knee.
“Yeah, like, every time,” Shelby said. “Like I said, I can tell when you’ve gotta go.”
“I do, kind of,” Emmett admitted. “We had to leave so fast this morning, I didn’t have any time to—“
“Hold up,” she held out a hand. “This morning? It’s been hours since then. Why have you still not peed?”
Emmett was ashamed to give the real reason. It always made him feel like such a coward to admit that he was so scared of a few germs that he was letting that fear control all of his actions. “Um… No one would give me a pass,” he said.
“It’s lunch,” Shelby pointed out. “You don’t need a pass. Go pee. You’re making me feel desperate just looking at you.”
Emmett made no move to stand up.
“What? Do you have to go so bad that you can’t get up?” Shelby asked.
“It’s not— I just— I can’t—“ Emmett stammered.
“Why not?” Shelby asked. “You’re obviously bursting. Why won’t you just—“
“B—Because the restrooms here are too gross,” Emmett said. “I don’t want to touch stu—“
Shelby slumped in her seat and released a groan. She could be sympathetic to her brother’s anxieties sometimes, but other times they just confused her. “Do you honestly think wetting yourself is gonna be less disgusting?”
“I’m not going to wet myself!” Emmett said, sounding absolutely horrified by the idea. “I’ll pee once we get home.”
“You can’t wait that long,” Shelby said. “It’s impossible.”
“I can do it, okay?” Emmett said. “Just, let me handle this. I know my body. Now, can we please talk about something else?”
Shelby sighed. She considered launching into a very, very detailed description of her favorite waterpark ride to rub in how idiotic she thought he was being, but decided against it. If her brother was bound and determined to have an accident, she didn’t want to be the driving force that made it happen. She’d prefer to be far away from him when the inevitable came to pass. Instead, she went back to the story she’d been telling earlier about her latest triumphs in the world of Dungeons and Dragons.
Emmett tried to listen, and was doing a better job now than he had been earlier. He’d managed to cross his legs in such a way that his bladder felt a little less like it was going to explode. But, then Shelby said something that caused him to laugh. When he laughed, his bladder lurched and contracted and the sound of mirth rapidly transformed into a gasp of pain and surprise. His hand dove between his legs, he wasn’t thinking of how she was right there, only of how he had to stop the leak that was right at the edge of his tip from actually bursting through.
Shelby was staring at him. “Um. Yeah. You gonna go take a leak now, orrrr…”
“I can hold it,” Emmett said, unsure if he was really answering her or just reassuring himself. “I can hold it. Just gotta… Gotta get a handle on things for a second.”
The bell rang soon after that and it was time to get back to class. Emmett stood, much too quickly, and found himself suddenly fighting against gravity. All the liquid in his straining bladder suddenly rushed downward and took an even more concentrated effort to hold at bay. He fought not to grab himself again, instead just bobbing up and down and taking short, shallow breaths.
“Emmett, seriously,” Shelby said. “You’re legit hurting yourself. Just go.”
“I can hold it,” Emmett said once more, which was quite a comical statement seeing as he was now in the process of a very obvious pee-dance. He swayed from foot to foot, hands fluttering near his waist as he was clearly dying to hold himself. Once he felt okay enough to walk, he and Shelby headed to class.
Emmett made it through the beginning of class by twisting about in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, and hoping the desk provided enough cover that nobody noticed how tight he was gripping himself. He could not stop staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until he’d be home and could release everything that was inside him. He didn’t think he’d ever been this desperate for a pee in his entire life. He could scarcely breathe. His bladder spasmed angrily every few minutes. He had to pee, he had to pee, he had to pee.
He’d had close calls before, and several desperate situations. During a school play when he was younger, he’d forgotten to pee beforehand and spent the entire performance fantasizing about getting to a toilet, tearing off his costume and unleashing a torrent. He was lucky he’d just been playing a shrub then, nobody was paying enough attention to notice he was squirming about, and there would have been no way he could have remembered any lines when all he could think about was how badly he wanted a toilet.
Then, there had been the road trip he’d taken with his family. The restrooms at school were gross and he couldn’t make himself use them, but they had nothing on gas-station toilets. He’d made himself hold it all the way to their destination which was several hours from where he lived. After the first couple hours, he seriously regretted the soda he’d had to drink, and by the time they were at the hotel he’d felt like he was floating.
But, neither of those occasions could compare to this. His bladder was straining against his flesh, begging to be released. It was no longer a matter of wishing that he didn’t have to hold it until he got home, it was a matter of not thinking he could hold it until he got home.
Then, it happened; A spurt leaked from him. Not much, just a tiny, tiny bit. A few drops at most. But, it terrified him. He was gonna have an accident! Right here in class, in front of everyone! It was gonna be even more embarrassing than the times he’d had anxiety attacks! It was gonna be the worst thing he’d ever experienced! He couldn’t— He couldn’t do it anymore!
His hand shot up. Ordinarily he was too shy to raise his hand in class, but that first spurt had been followed by a slow and steady dribble. It was coming out! He had to get to the restroom, it didn’t matter how disgusting it was. He just needed it! He needed it right now!
His teacher Ms. Baker called on him, and he asked if he could please, please go use the restroom. She frowned, “This is an important class,” she said. “Everything we’re covering today is going to be on the test next week.”
He’d been so out of it and focused on his need that he hadn’t even heard there was a test next week…
He wanted to ask again, to say it was an emergency, but he was too embarrassed to admit to a room full of people that he was so desperate for a urinal that he was about to release his bladder into his pants. He just resigned himself to holding it until the end of class. Then, he could rush off for a much-needed pee.
He began to think, to fantasize even, about how good that was going to feel. He’d walk up to the toilet, unzip and finally, finally be free from the pressure he’d been nursing all day. It would feel gross, his shoes might get slightly stuck in other people’s pee again, but his bladder would be empty and that would be the only thing to really matter. He’d just unzip and go and go and go and…
Stop! He couldn’t think about that! It was making him need to pee worse, which he could hardly believe was even possible. His bladder was pounding, trying to tear its way through his flesh. He wanted to undo the button on his pants, to give it just a tiny bit more room to expand. A hand shot down to do that, as he hoped his desk gave him enough cover to get away with it unnoticed.
The release of the button did help, but only for a split second, then the awful, searing, white-hot agony of pure desperation returned. He looked to the clock. There were thirty minutes left in this class. He could not do thirty minutes. His pee would come out long before then, whether he was at a toilet or not.
Ms. Baker began passing out study guides and telling the class to spend the remainder of the period filling them out. He knew he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t concentrate on anything that was on the paper, nor could he pick up his pencil as both his hands were now pressed tightly between his legs and he was terrified as to what would happen if he moved them even one inch.
The worst part was knowing that, ultimately, this was all his fault. He could have peed before now, he could have peed at lunch just fine. He could have peed between any of his other classes throughout the day. But, oh no, he had to let his silly little cleanliness obsession take command once again. He was so stupid! He must have been insane or something. Normal people didn’t make themselves hold their bladders to the point of agony just because they were too afraid to touch something that was dirty. Normal people peed when they had to as soon as a restroom presented itself.
Now, he was going to pee himself in the middle of class, in front of everyone, getting himself much more filthy in the process than he would have been had he just used the stupid restroom. Shelby was sitting beside him in this class and she turned to face him the second their teacher had said the students were allowed to talk amongst themselves; “I hate to say I told you so, but…” She stopped herself. “Oh, wait. Scratch that. I love it; I told you so.”
Emmett was not in the mood for her teasing. “Shelby, be quiet. You were right. I admit it. I’ll go as soon as this class is over.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Um… Can you make it until this class is over?”
“I have to,” Emmett said. “She wouldn’t let me leave.”
“So…” Shelby trailed off. “Just leave anyway?”
“I can’t. I’ll get into trouble.”
“The worst they can give you is a detention,” Shelby pointed out. “Isn’t that worth it not to pee your pants?”
“I don’t want a detention,” Emmett said. “I’ve never had one before!”
“I’ve had loads,” Shelby said. “It’s not that bad. You just have to sit there and write lines for an hour. It’s fine.”
“But… I don’t—“
“I’ll go with you,” Shelby said. “Then, we’ll both get in trouble and I’ll be there in detention with you.”
“No,” Emmett said. “Dad will be so angry if we’re both given detentions!”
“Not if we explain that you just had to take a leak really bad,” Shelby shrugged. “He’d probably prefer you get a detention than come home in wet clothes.”
“I can’t,” Emmett repeated.
Shelby sighed. Once more, it was her job to save her brother from himself. She raised her hand. “Ms. Baker. Could Emmett please use the restroom? He really, really has to go.”
Emmett felt his face burning red hot at her words. If admitting to a room full of people he was on the verge of an accident would have been embarrassing, having his sister do it for him was about fifty times worse.
Ms. Baker looked up. She stood from her desk and approached them. She took in Emmett’s posture, his nonstop squirming, his bouncing legs, his clutching hands… She lowered her voice; “Is it an emergency?” she asked softly.
Emmett gave a tiny, humiliated nod.
Ms. Baker continued speaking in a hushed voice. “Well… You have never caused problems in my class before. I’ll let you leave this one time. But, in the future, please try to remember to go at lunch, alright?”
Emmett gave an even smaller, even more humiliated nod before jumping to his feet. He… Should not have done that. Once more, gravity took hold and tried to force the massive tsunami of urine stretching the walls of his bladder to flood downwards. He clutched himself even tighter to keep it from pulsing out. He knew people were staring at his display, but he didn’t care anymore. His classmates seeing him do a pee-dance was certainly better than them seeing him wet himself. He took small, contorted steps to the doorway.
His eyes locked onto the trash can right beside the door and for a second he was seized by the insane, disgusting fantasy of yanking his zip down right there and unleashing his torrent into the bin. He fought to banish that image from his mind as he left the room and hobbled down the hallway. He was immensely grateful this class was so close to a restroom. He knew he wasn’t going to make it very far.
When he got to the restroom, he even turned the knob with his bare hand, he didn’t have the time to grasp his sleeve first. His hand felt dirty and contaminated immediately, but that wasn’t as important as making it the last few steps to the first available urinal and finally, finally just letting everything out.
As soon as he was in the restroom though, he was met with one more obstacle. Devon, the boy who had seemingly dedicated his life to bullying Emmett, was exiting a stall. “Oh, hey,” Devon said. “Gonna wash your hands again?”
“No,” Emmett said quietly and timidly. “I just… I have to—“
Devon seemed to notice where Emmett’s hands actually were, pressed between his clenched together thighs. “Aw,” Devon sarcastically cooed. “Poor baby can’t hold it in, can he?”
Emmett bounced in place. Devon was blocking him off from the urinals he needed. “I— Please, Devon, can you bother me in a minute? I need the—“
“‘Oh, I gotta go bad!’” Devon mocked. “‘I gotta go real, real bad!’”
“Please—“
“Why should I let you through?” Devon asked.
Because if you don’t I’ll burst! Emmett thought. “B—Because I… I really just… Please?”
“That isn’t a reason,” Devon said. “What are you gonna do for me?”
“I don’t know,” Emmett said. “I— What do you want?” He could feel more pee starting to seep past his clenched hold. He was losing it. He was losing it slowly. But still, he was definitely losing it.
“Not sure… Give me a few minutes to think about it,” Devon said. “You have a few minutes, don’t you?”
“I—
“Sure you do. You don’t seem to be in a hurry.”
Emmett sucked in a sharp intake of breath. His bladder shook and convulsed. He could see the urinals, for God’s sake! Just behind Devon. They were taunting him with the promise of relief, just as much as Devon was! What he wouldn’t give to be just a few feet away from where he was now!
Suddenly, it was too much. He dashed from the restroom, yet again prying the door open with his bare hand. He limped and stumbled his way through the hall. There were other restrooms, ones where Devon wouldn’t be there to torment him. He could get to one of those before time ran out. He could! He focused every ounce of his willpower into just putting one foot in front of the other. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak.
After what felt like twenty years, he was at the door to a different restroom. He shoved it open, finding it blessedly empty of anyone who would try to deny him relief. Just a few more steps, then he’d be in the right place. Just a few more steps, he could make it. He was already tugging his zip from the moment he’d gotten into the room, and was peeing two steps away from the urinal.
Finally, he was in the right location, his pee flowing with the force of a firehose, hitting the porcelain urinal with a loud hiss. Strangely, he did not feel any relief. Even though he was peeing for all he was worth, his bladder still felt full and stretched. After a few more seconds, he had let enough out that he was finally actually feeling a bit relieved. The sensation of release slammed into him, a full body experience of good. It was like he was being bathed in good. It was so, so incredible that he moaned out-loud. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…” He barely noticed his mouth was open, and that he was thus breathing in whatever toxic germs lurked in here. He barely noticed anything at all, the only thing that could register to him was how great this felt.
God… How can it feel this good just to pee? Holding all this back had taken such an intense, extreme level of effort. Just not having to put that effort in anymore made his body shiver with pleasure. As some of the haze of relief faded, he began to feel shocked by how much he’d had in there. He’d been standing here, peeing his head off, for well over a minute and more just kept coming. It was no wonder he’d been so uncomfortable. He didn’t think he’d ever peed for this long before in his life.
At last, his stream started to slow down and taper out, a few last spurts gushing out before he finally felt like he was completely empty. He zipped back up and buttoned his pants, surprised by how much looser they felt now that the swelling was gone from his middle. That… Felt… Amazing! He’d never felt anything that incredible before in his entire life. He stumbled backward a bit, his legs still jelly. As his senses returned to him a bit more, he hurried to violently scrub his hands to get rid of all the germs he was sure they were coated in. How could he have been so hurried that he touched a toilet door without the aid of his sleeve not once, but three times?!
Once he at last felt sufficiently clean, he remembered to actually use his sleeve to leave the room and hurried back to class. He knew he’d been gone for too long and hoped he wasn’t in trouble. Luckily when he got back to his desk, Ms. Baker barely even glanced his way.
Shelby turned to him, “Made it?” she asked.
He nodded, aware of how red he was turning.
“Gonna listen to me a bit more from now on?”
Another nod.
Edited April 13, 2021 by segaface
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This one is, admittedly, a bit silly. Hope folks still enjoy.
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It was a quarter past midnight and Emmett was wide awake. Insomnia was not uncommon for him since he was so prone to anxiety and stress, two things that tended to keep him awake at odd hours. But, this time the cause of his restlessness came from a spot a little lower down than his brain; his bladder.
He’d had a few glasses of water with dinner which, normally would not be a problem. He was at home, the bathroom was just across the hall from his room, empty and ready for use. Except, he couldn’t use it. His Dad was sick with some kind of stomach bug and had thrown up in there a few hours ago. In Emmett’s mind, the entire room was now contaminated and he could not enter it, lest he become infected with the same flu currently having its way with his Dad.
There was another restroom, but to get to it he’d have to go through his parents' room, which was likewise contaminated.
So, that was why Emmett was up so late, trying to hold in his full bladder. He didn’t know when either of the restrooms would feel safe enough for him to enter again. But, he doubted it would come before he wet himself. Because of that, he felt ridiculous. There was a toilet just a few steps from where he was, but his nervous brain had managed to convince itself that he would suffer dearly if he dared to make use of it. He hated the way his brain worked, it was like his own mind wasn’t really within his control a lot of the time. Which was stupid, because shouldn’t it have been? He was his brain, right? But then, why did it do things to him that he hated all the time with seemingly no real input from him?
He sat up in bed and rocked against his wrists, pressing them tightly against his crotch. The front of his pajama pants was already a little damp. He’d lost a few spurts not too long ago. His bladder was literally all out of room, but his kidneys continued to pump more and more urine into it. He couldn’t believe he was in such a state. He was gonna have an accident in his bed, with a perfectly good toilet just a minute away.
He wished things could be simpler for him. He didn’t understand why his brain worked the way it did, why it had to make every, little thing so ridiculously complicated. He was like a slave to his anxiety, and it was miserable. This excruciatingly full bladder wasn’t even the worst thing it had made him suffer, but it was certainly the only thing he could think of at the moment.
He pressed his crotch more firmly into his wrists as he felt warmth gush into his pajamas once more. He tried to psyche himself up. Maybe he’d get the flu if he used the restroom his Dad had thrown up in, but wasn’t wetting himself really gross too?
But, the flu lasted longer. If he peed his pants, he could clean up right away and it would all be ov— Was he seriously trying to convince himself that having an accident was the best option he had?! What was wrong with him?! He was not normal. He was really, really not normal.
He laid back down and tried to just ignore his need, but it was well past the point that he could ignore it. He bit into his pillow as he gave in and clutched himself in his hands rather than just pressing down with his wrists. He felt sweat coating every bit of his body from the exertion. He was exhausted. He wanted to sleep. But, more than that, he wanted to pee. He couldn’t hold it. It was too much. He was full. He was so, so full.
He crossed his legs and hitched his hips, pressing his hands down tighter and tighter and curling his fingers around his aching length.
Okay. So, going to the toilet was too frightening for him. Obviously. If he was able to talk himself down from his anxiety, then he would have peed hours ago. But, wetting himself was not an acceptable option either. What else was there, though?
He was gonna have to find somewhere in his room that he could relieve himself. He was frustrated that he’d allowed his sickness anxiety to get to the point that finding a container or something to pee in was more appealing and doable than walking a few feet and using a toilet that someone had vomited into, but he was stuck now. He just had to pee somewhere or he’d go insane.
He flicked on his flashlight with one hand as the other remained firmly between his clenched thighs. He shined it all around, looking for something that could hold a lot of liquid. There was his beach towel… He imagined tucking himself into it and just letting loose, occasionally shifting his position when one area got too soaked through.
But, no, it was thin and small. And his bladder felt like it must have been holding back a small lake. He was worried that he’d manage to drench every square inch of the thing before he was empty. Then he’d just be stuck with a disgusting, soggy, smelly towel. No.
In his trash can, there was an empty bottle that had once held some ibuprofen. It would feel so wonderful to position himself at the opening and just… pee…
No, the bottle was small. It would hold even less than the towel would!
There was a very, very large mug on his shelf. If he got both that and the ibuprofen bottle, that should be enough to hold him.
Except, he loved that mug. He’d gotten it at a comic convention with his Dad. It was special to him, and he knew he’d end up having to throw it away if he defiled it.
What else was there, though!? The water bottle on his nightstand? It was still half-full! He’d have to drink it down to be able to use it, and if he took even one more sip of water he’d explode immediately. And then he’d have to explain to his Dad why he needed to throw the bottle out, what it had been filled with, and why it had been filled with that.
Hssss.
Ah! He was peeing! No! No, please! Not yet! He clutched himself tight with both hands, stemming off the flow but dropping his flashlight. It fell sideways so it was pointing to the wall his bed was up against, shining against the curtained window.
The window!
He moved one hand away from his crotch to pull the window open a little bit, then gave himself a few more squeezes before lowering his pajama pants. He couldn’t believe he was seriously doing this. It was disgusting, crazy, and utterly desperate. But, if there was one thing Emmett was feeling it was certainly utter desperation.
He got up onto his knees on top of his bed so he could aim out the window, then stopped when he realized he should probably lock his door first. His sister had a habit of charging into his room at all hours to ask him something inane. If she did that while he was in the process of emptying his bladder out the window, he’d probably die right on the spot.
It was just a few steps from his bed to the door, but walking was a huge challenge. He was more just crawling, doubled over on himself as his hands clutched at his front. He pressed the button on the doorknob and engaged the lock, then dashed back to bed and got himself back into position on his knees.
He lowered his pants again and could feel the pee right at the edge of his tip. This was going to feel so good—
He heard his doorknob being twisted back and forth, followed by a knock. “Nnnnh…” Emmett whimpered. He could pretend he was asleep, not answer the door and just pee. He could let himself pee before getting it. But, he wasn’t sure how much noise his stream was gonna make and if she’d be able to hear it. If she heard a lot of trickling liquid, Emmett wasn’t too sure what she’d assume the noise was, though. Maybe she wouldn’t end up guessing that he was pissing out his window?
He didn’t want to risk it. He could wait a few extra minutes. He did his painful crawl-walk to the door again and let his sister in. He knew what this was about; Shelby liked to stay up late and let her mind wander, eventually she’d come up with an idiotic question to wonder about and would come bother him about it.
“Hey,” Shelby said. “I was just thinking; Do conjoined twins masturbate, and if they do, is that considered incest?”
Just as he did every time Shelby decided to ask one of her asinine questions, Emmett replied; “I don’t know, and I don’t care. It’s too late at night for this.”
“But, you’re awake,” Shelby shrugged. “With your door locked, just what have you been up to in here?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Shelby said. “Your pants are undone,” she said. “Were you thinking about your girlfriend?”
“No, I wasn’t doing that!” Emmett squeaked out. Though, he could see why she’d think he was. There were very few reasons a guy his age would have their door locked late at night and then have their pants halfway undone and their hands covering their crotch when they go to answer it.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone does it,” Shelby said. “I think… I’m still trying to figure out the conjoined twin thi—“
“Please stop talking to me about this,” Emmett begged. He needed to get back to the window soon. His control was slipping away. With as tight as he was gripping himself, he was surprised Shelby hadn’t figured out what his actual issue was. “I wasn’t doing that. I was just… Trying to pee.”
Shelby looked him over again, realizing that maybe the placement of his hands was just him trying to hold his full bladder and not him trying to conceal an erection after being caught in the act. “Okay?” She said. “Kind of the wrong room for that.”
“Well, Dad threw up in the bathroom, so I can’t use it,” Emmett said, like that should have been obvious.
“And so you were gonna… What? Pee on the floor, or—“
“I was about to go out the window before you got here,” Emmett admitted. It sounded even dumber now that he was saying it out-loud.
“… Well, as… Brilliant an idea as that is, I think you should probably consider using the toilet like a normal person.”
“Can’t,” Emmett said. “I’ll catch the flu.”
“You won’t,” Shelby said.
“I will.”
“Oh my God… How about you hold your breath while you’re in there or something? So, you don’t inhale the germs, or whatever you think is gonna happen to you?”
“Can’t hold my breath that long,” Emmett said, beginning to step in place as he tightened his grip so much that it caused pain. “Can you just leave so I can g—“
“You’re not pissing out the window,” Shelby said. “In what universe is that less disgusting than using the actual toilet?”
Emmett jiggled up and down, and coiled one leg over the other. He didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t understand why his brain worked like this, just that it did. He recognized how illogical his fears and the things he did to alleviate them all were, but that understanding didn’t make any of it go away.
Hsssss…
He was leaking again, he could feel it trickling against his hands, could feel the bunched up fabric of his pajama pants getting warm and damp. “Ah!” He gasped out. “I can’t hold it!”
“Then go to the—“
Emmett rushed back to his bed, lowered his pants back down as far as he needed to, and aimed out the window just as his bladder completely collapsed in on itself and exploded. A waterfall of urine erupted from his tip and flowed the long way down into the grass beneath his window. For a second he forgot where he was, he forgot the specifics of what he was doing, and he forgot his sister was right there. He just lost himself in the relief, sighing out-loud. “Ahhh…”
“Oh my God…” Shelby said. “This is a thing that’s happening.”
“Sh—Shut the door,” Emmett begged.
Shelby closed the door.
“I meant with you on the other side!”
“Sorry…”
“At least turn around!”
“Oh, right!”
Emmett tried to focus back on the feelings of release, ignore all the sensations of shame and embarrassment. He’d never felt so much pleasure and discomfort at once before, let alone simultaneously. It was such a weird, off-kilter way to feel. Once he was finally done, had pulled up his pants and closed the window, he turned back around. Shelby was still facing the other way. “Please don’t tell Dad I did that.”
“Believe me, I don’t want him to know I watched it,” Shelby said. “That was… Just… Weird.”
“I know,” Emmett said. “I wish I wasn’t so scared of so many basic things. I can’t believe I actually did that.”
“I guess it’s good you didn’t just lay in bed and piss yourself,” Shelby said. “But… Seriously, you need to get a grip sometimes.”
“I’m handling it.”
“You pissed out your bedroom window because you’re scared to go into a room someone threw up in five hours ago,” Shelby corrected. “Clearly we both have vastly different definitions of ‘handling it’. Maybe talk to your therapist about this little adventure?”
“I can’t tell her about this,” Emmett said, sounding horrified. “It’s embarrassing!”
“Which is why you should talk to her about it so you don’t have to do something like that again.”
“Ugh… Fine, I’ll talk about it…” |
Emmett’s girlfriend Nova was a Godsend. She was the smartest person he’d ever met, wise well beyond her years, and the one person who was able to keep him grounded whenever he felt scared. She taught him how to breathe when he panicked to keep himself from hyperventilating. She spoke to him in soft, soothing tones and made him feel that everything really could be okay. She was his greatest ally when it came to improving his mental health, and he shared everything with her.
Including the suggestion his therapist had made of ways to combat his compulsive behaviors. It was suggested that he enter a situation that would ordinarily cause him distress, and then instead of performing the activity he usually would to lower his anxiety, he was to abstain from it. A good example for him, his therapist had said, would be to go into a crowded area with lots of people, and then not wash his hands unless he was about to eat something. The idea made his mind feel shaky, but when he told Nova she said it sounded like a good idea to try it.
She suggested they go to the mall, a location that would be full of people, many of whom could have been sick recently. And then, Emmett would have to try not to wash his hands until they stopped for lunch. Nova would be there to remind him and to help him stay calm, she promised. “I know it will be scary for you, but I’ll be with you the whole time.”
Emmett tossed and turned a lot the night before their mall trip. He would have to touch the doors to some of the shops, doors that had been touched by hundreds of people before him, and then he wouldn’t be allowed to wash his hands or put on sanitizer. The idea of his hands becoming infected, crawling with every disease every person who had ever set foot in that mall had ever had… Well, it was enough to make him shudder.
But, as it turned out, working himself up into a panic about sickness was going to be the least of Emmett’s troubles that day. Nova was there to stop him from making a mad dash to the restroom to wash his hands, reminding him of what the day’s goal was. But after an hour or so of wandering through the mall, hand-washing was not what Emmett wanted to make a mad dash to the restroom for.
He realized with some dismay that he’d been so stressed out about what he was supposed to attempt today that he’d neglected to have his morning pee before leaving his house. He regretted that. He regretted that more than he’d ever regretted anything. He regretted that even more than he regretted the day he gave Shelby a scratch-off ticket on their birthday, and it turned out she’d won five hundred dollars.
He’d honestly be willing to trade five hundred dollars for a pee-break right about now… He’d be willing to do anything to get himself to a urinal! Anything, that was, except admit to his girlfriend that his bladder was full. He didn’t even truly know why he was too embarrassed to tell Nova that he was just bursting for a toilet; She’d seen him break down into tears and have panic attacks, and had never judged him for a second, but for whatever reason the words “I have to pee!” were just a bridge too far.
Nova was always so calm, cool and collected that Emmett already found himself feeling like an overly sensitive child beside her often enough without telling her he had to go pee. So, he made a decision; He would be allowed to wash his hands when they ate lunch, so he’d get to go into a restroom then. He could hold it until then. He could pee then.
Still, he could not stop his gaze from lingering on the door to every restroom they passed. “Emmett,” Nova said. “I know this is hard… What level are you at now? Scale from one to ten?”
Emmett paused, he thought his bladder was somewhere around a seven. His urge was a constant, thrumming pulse below his waistband, and he’d been rocking back and forth on his feet every time they’d stopped walking for a few seconds. But, he knew that she wasn’t asking about his bladder, she was asking about his anxiety.
He realized then that, he’d been so preoccupied with his need to release that he hadn’t thought too much about washing his hands at all. Distracting himself from his compulsions by holding his pee probably wasn’t what his therapist or Nova had in mind, though. And, truth be told, he was feeling pretty anxious. He was anxious that all the little squirms he couldn’t stop making were off-putting for Nova. He was anxious that his desperation seemed to just be getting worse and worse by the minute. He was anxious that he might not make it until lunch after all…
“S—Seven?” He offered, still staring at the restroom door. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to run through it! The little blue symbol on the door was mocking him, taunting him with promises of how good release would feel. When a man exited the restroom, Emmett couldn’t stop himself from feeling jealous of him for having a freshly emptied bladder.
“That’s good,” Nova said. “It’s not too high, you’ve got this. Just a little freaked out, right?”
Emmett twisted in place as he tore his vision away from the restroom to look at her instead. “A—A little,” he repeated.
“Oh, you’re shaking,” Nova realized. Emmett was trembling an awful lot, his legs in particular seemed pretty twitchy, as he nervously paced in place. Nova decided he probably just needed a few minutes to settle his nerves and breathe. “Here, let’s go somewhere more relaxing,” she suggested.
The only place Emmett thought he could relax himself now would be in front of a urinal, but he knew that Nova wasn’t about to bring him to one of those. But, maybe it would at least be further away from any of the restrooms, having to see all the toilets he couldn’t use was really starting to get on his nerves.
The good news was that Nova did bring him somewhere that he couldn’t see any doorways or signs pointing out restrooms. The bad news was that she brought him to the fountain in the center of the mall. The fountain was enormous, a huge circle of gushing streams all flanked around a gigantic one spraying up in the center. Surrounding the fountain were sitting areas, and Nova took him to a bench that offered a clear view of the blasting liquids.
When Emmett sat down, the waistband of his pants smushed into his bladder and he immediately wound his ankles against one another. His hands clamped onto the edge of the bench he was sitting on, desperate to squeeze something. He was able to shut his eyes against the fountain, but could do nothing about the sound. The sound of water viciously splashing against water. It sounded exactly like he was in a crowded men’s room, being forced to listen as others unleashed their streams into toilet bowls while he stood in line and held it. Except, this was worse, because at least if he was waiting for an available toilet, he’d know relief was coming very soon. Now, his relief was still hours away.
He opened his eyes, trying to remind himself that the noise was just water, not urine. It didn’t help at all. He couldn’t stop thinking of how the streams of water across from where he sat looked so much like how his pee stream did when he finally let flow after needing to hold it for a long time. He kicked his legs out in front of himself, then drew them back in, his grip on his seat tightening.
Nova watched him intently with growing concern. Normally, Emmett calmed down around water. He liked the sound of the ocean at the beach, it was something that had always put him at ease, so Nova had thought this would do the same thing. But, clearly it wasn’t. He was still shaking like a very scared leaf. If anything, his trembling shudders had only increased. She’d known this activity would be difficult for him, but he seemed to be more anxious than she’d seen in a very long time.
Emmett tapped his feet restlessly. He leaned forward and backward, trying to find a position that gave his bladder the space it wanted. He tugged at his bangs, before his hands wavered a little over his waist. They stopped in mid air and he wedged them underneath himself. He would not hold himself in front of Nova! He absolutely would not! Just because he had to pee like a racehorse that had drank six cups of coffee before going on a twelve hour car ride on a bumpy road in the rain, that was no reason to make a fool of himself! He would hold it. He would hold it until lunch time, then he would run to the nearest urinal like his life depended on it, yank down his zipper and hose it down with even more force than the tortuous fountain could muster!
And, dear God, would that feel good! To just… To just not have to worry about it anymore! To just not have to put the effort in to keep himself dry! To just be able to relax and let his body have what it had been screaming for for so long…
It was too much!
He shot to his feet like a rubber band. “N—Nova!” he stammered out. “I need to—“
Nova held up a hand, “You don’t need to,” she interrupted. “You just think you do. I know, this is triggering for your fears, and it’s hard not to give in and do what your brain is telling you you have to. But, you’ve made it so long already, in a couple hours we’ll get lunch, and you can wash your hands, and you’ll know you don’t actually have to give into these thoughts.”
“No,” Emmett stuttered. “I—“
“What’s your level? Scale of one to ten?”
If ten was the level where Emmett wet himself, he was at an eight! He was practically running in place, stomping his feet, shifting his hips. “Eight!” he blurted out.
“Shhh,” Nova hushed, and took his trembling hands in her own. She was positive all his shivering and twitching was from being on the verge of an anxiety attack. “Try to stay still, try to breathe. It’s okay.”
“I can’t!” Emmett said. “I have to—“
“You don’t,” Nova said once more. “Remember what I keep telling you? Your anxiety is like a little monster that wants to feed. And, when you give into it and do what it wants— Like by washing your hands when you don’t actually have to— That’s feeding it. And if you feed it again and again, it just gets bigger and more powerful.”
“But, that’s not—“
Nova squeezed his hands. She’d held him like this while he panicked many times before, but his hands had never shook quite this badly, they’d never been this slippery and clammy. She started to wonder if maybe she’d pushed him too far, too fast, too soon. “Try to stay still,” she repeated. “Let me help you breathe.”
Even after Nova said that, Emmett didn’t go still at all. He kept jiggling, he kept shifting around. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw set in a harsh line. “You don’t understand, I just have to—“
“Let’s try breathing first,” Nova said. “Let’s just try to calm down another way. Okay. Breathe in with me.”
Emmett tried. His breath hitched as he struggled to inhale around the huge, bloated bowling ball that had taken up residence in his core. Exhaling was even worse, as his sphincters tried to release alongside the air from his lungs. He felt a few drops of pee begin to seep into his boxers. He badly wanted to grab himself. He needed to grab himself! But, Nova was still holding onto his hands, and he couldn’t cram them between his legs where they now seriously belonged!
Nova helped him do his breathing exercise for about a minute, then asked if he felt any better.
He didn’t. He felt more on the verge of completely exploding than he had before. “Nova,” he said, much louder than he’d wanted to. “I’m not freaking out because I want to wash my hands, I'm freaking out because I just have to pee really, really bad!” He winced as he noticed a couple on one of the other benches look his way.
Nova dropped his hands, and he immediately wedged them between his thighs as he continually bounced in place. “…Oh,” she said after a moment, thinking over all the behavior she’d witnessed. She saw his trembling, fidgety legs and shaking, quivering body in a whole new light. And, of course, now he was clutching onto himself and crossing his legs as he jiggled up and down, doing what was by far the most blatant pee-dance Nova had ever witnessed. “Oh,” she said again. “…I… May have misunderstood a few things.”
“Nnnh, yeah,” Emmett agreed and tried to force a smile. “You may have.”
“I’m so sorry,” Nova said. “I promise, I thought I was helping. I should have listened better, I’m sor—“
“Nova!” Emmett interrupted. “Less talking, more finding me a toilet, please!?”
“Sorry!” Nova said once more. She felt herself blush. She’d never seen a guy needing the restroom so badly before, and there was something weirdly intimate about it. “Okay, I think the closest restrooms are this way,” she pointed. “Come on.”
Emmett hobbled after her, hoping that this was the correct direction, because he felt like he only had about five minutes left before his exhausted pelvic muscles gave up the ghost and he drenched himself in the ocean he’d been carting around all day. It was so hard to walk… Every time they passed one of the mall’s decorative potted plants, he wished he could just let everything loose onto them instead of continuing his contorted, painful trudge. Each time one of his feet hit the ground, a devastating pulse of need would pound through his body. He could not stop holding himself, but more importantly he could not stop leaking.
The leaks were tiny, probably no more than a drop or two, but they were constant and he couldn’t manage to clamp himself shut enough to make them cease.
Nova could hear him whimpering with need and hoped just as much as he did that they were getting close to a toilet. If he ended up… Well, not ‘making it’, she’d blame herself. She’d blame herself for not paying attention properly, and she’d blame herself for interrupting him over and over as he’d tried to tell her what it was he actually needed.
She exhaled a breath when she spotted a sign that pointed in the direction of a narrow hall between two shops. She wouldn’t have to blame herself after all. “Found you a—“
Before Nova could finish, Emmett’s eyes had seized on the beautiful, blessed sign and he immediately picked up the pace to move as fast as his overfull body would allow him. He took off down the hall, and had never, ever been so happy to see a public men’s room in his life. As he shoved aside the door with his shoulder, his hands had already busied themselves with his zip.
When the sound of the zipper going down reached his ears, his bladder decided that was its cue and began to release a flood into his boxers. He panicked, certain he was going to lose it in the home-stretch, and forced himself forward, gripping onto his length through his fly. The restroom was a little crowded, and he hoped no one was paying him enough attention to notice how much of an emergency he was having.
The area for the sinks was huge and was placed before the area containing the urinals that he needed as desperately as he needed oxygen to breathe. The final few steps to make it there were brutal, and he felt his boxers growing damp beneath his clenched hands. The only available urinal was between two people, and ordinarily he would wait in such a circumstance, but that wasn’t an option here. He wedged himself in front of it, yanked himself out over the waistband of his boxers and just… Stopped fighting.
His stream really was as powerful as the jets that pulsed from the fountain. The contents of his abused bladder battered the urinal as though he was trying to drown it. The sound of his flood hissing out was almost enough to cover up the sounds from the sink faucets. A violent shiver overtook his body and he began panting like he’d just run a marathon. “Haaah…Haaah…Haaaahhhh…”
This was… He didn’t even know what to call this… The word ‘relief’ did not do justice to the amazing waves of pleasure he was currently experiencing. This was beyond a relief, this was a reward. A reward for having endured such an intense, all consuming need to pee for so long. He could scarcely believe how much was coming out. If he heard someone claim that they peed this much all at once, he’d never believe them, but here he was seeing and feeling it for himself.
The guys he’d been standing between had finished up at some point while he’d been lost in a daze of release, and as his stream wound down he became reacquainted with reality once more; More specifically, the fact he’d been gushing, groaning and moaning like his very life depended on it for the past minute and a half while in a crowded public restroom. And, worse than that, that he’d done a ridiculous pee-dance in front of Nova before begging her to find him a urinal before he had a full-blown accident.
His cheeks, already flushed a bit pink from the exertion of the day, reddened further. His bursting gush died down to a trickle, then a dribble, and then he was emptied. But, he continued to stand there a few seconds longer, trying to regain a bit of control; His body felt like it had turned to jelly, and his mind was so overcome by the feelings of pure bliss that it had turned mushy as well.
Finally, he zipped back up and released a huge sigh from his lungs. ‘Better’ did not even describe how he felt. He scrubbed his hands off, deciding that it didn’t go against the rules of the day to wash off after peeing. He looked himself over and was relieved that none of his leaks had managed to soak through enough to be visible on his pants. Then, he reluctantly left the room to rejoin Nova. “I am so sorry!” were the first words out of both their mouths.
“Why are you sorry!?” Nova asked.
“Because I— I grossed you out!”
“You didn’t!” Nova promised. “It’s not gross to have to pee, Emmett. You can’t help that!”
“But I— I… Did that whole… Thing…”
“You mean your… uh… Your little squirmfest earlier? Because, honestly it was kinda cute.”
Emmett felt more heat flood his veins. “What!?”
“I don’t know,” Nova admitted. “I was worried you were having an anxiety attack at first, but when you said you just needed to pee… For some reason, I just thought you looked a little cute all wriggly like that.”
“I wasn’t trying to be cute,” Emmett said. “I was trying not to pee my pants.”
“I know,” Nova said. “But, hey; That just means you’re adorable even when you don’t mean to be!”
“Nova…” Emmett was still red-faced, but he was smiling a tiny bit.
Nova pinched his cheek, “What level are you at now?” She asked. “One to ten?”
“One,” Emmett said. “I feel… I feel really okay right now.” |
Okay, so I have a huge backlog of fiction updates to post to this site, but since I don't want to put up a ton all at once I'll just do a couple each day (Like, one chapter for each story.) You can view my AO3 account if you want to see more right away. (Link to that on my profile.)
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Cleaning the restroom was supposed to be Shelby’s chore. However, she’d seemingly found a way to avoid doing it forever. She would just procrastinate and procrastinate, tell her Dad and Emmett that she’d get it done ‘later’ and allow for the mildew and other nastiness to build up until Emmett just couldn’t stand it anymore and cleaned it himself.
It was a fool-proof system, really.
But, Emmett hated it. He had absolutely had it with cleaning all the sticky slime that built up on the shower walls, scrubbing out the toilet, removing the hair from the drain, and all that other disgusting stuff when it wasn’t even supposed to be his job! He already did all his own chores, he didn’t need to have to handle Shelby’s, too!
So, one weekend while Dad was away at the hardware store, Emmett thought he’d come up with a method to force Shelby to do her own job for once. “You are going to go in that bathroom,” he began, trying to project what little authority he could muster. “And, you are not going to come out until it’s done.” He was positive that, once Shelby got either bored or hungry enough, she would do it. “I don’t want to see that door opening until that room is spotless!”
She argued a bit with him, but eventually agreed. “Alright, fine. I promise I’ll do it.”
Emmett smiled to himself. No more digging revolting hair clumps from the shower drain! He went to his room to relax and read a book. He got lost in the story for quite some time, imagining himself as the brave knight in the story who would never cower or run away from a little dirt, not when there were dragons to fight. He was trying very hard to picture what his life would be like if he were the character in the book; Not just what it would be like to live in a world of high fantasy, but to live with a brain that didn’t sound all the alarm bells at the slightest provocation. He could scarcely imagine a life that wasn’t dominated by hand-washing routines and showering.
Eventually, his attention was pulled away from the imaginary world of the text, when he began to feel a reminder of the water he’d had at breakfast. He stood from his bed and walked across the hallway to the restroom, turned the knob and—
Click.
It was locked.
It was then that Emmett remembered he’d ordered Shelby to clean the room. He knocked. “Hey,” he said. “How’s it coming?”
“Gonna be a while,” Shelby responded from the other side.
“Ah, well, could you let me in for a second?”
“You said not to open the door until the room’s spotless,” Shelby said, and Emmett swore there was a hint of laughter in her voice.
“Yes, I did say that,” Emmett agreed. “But, I didn’t mean it literally. I just meant you weren’t allowed to stop working until—“
“Hey now, we had a deal,” Shelby said. “I promised not to open the door until I’ve finished cleaning.”
Emmett rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling. Okay. Fine. He’d go use the other restroom. He clomped off in the opposite direction for his Dad's room, and made his way through it until he reached the master bath. His bladder began to loosen as his hand reached for his zip.
His hand abruptly stopped moving when he saw the note on the door.
Emmett, Shelby,
Do not use this restroom. The toilet does not flush properly and will flood the room. I’ll be home soon to fix it.
-Dad
Then, he started to panic. He paced back and forth. His bladder hadn’t felt so full a few seconds ago, but now that he knew he’d have to hold it until after Dad got back home and repaired the toilet, he felt a lot more desperate.
He took a few steadying breaths. Dad would be home soon, and Shelby would probably get bored before then and let him in, anyway. He’d always been far more patient than his sister, he could outlast her. Easy.
He returned to his bedroom and picked up his book. He just had to wait a little while, just until Shelby got bored of this game. He could handle that.
Another hour passed, and Emmett could no longer concentrate on his book at all. He kept reading the same sentence over and over and over without processing it. And, now, when he imagined himself as the main character, he just kept wondering if the knight’s armor was difficult to take apart when he needed to pee. He kept thinking about how lucky the knight was, because he was voyaging through a forest and could just go behind a bush before he got too desperate. He kept wishing he could enter the world of the book, not to see the dragons or to watch battles, but just to take a really massive leak on one of the trees.
Were there toilets in the world of the book? There hadn’t been any mentioned… Except, there was one part where the knight was in the house of a gnome and noticed a chamber pot under the gnome’s bed. The idea of a chamber pot had seemed awful gross to Emmett when he’d first read the line, but now he wished he could have one under his own bed.
He put the book down, noticing his legs had become very tightly crossed over the course of the last hour, his hips spasmed periodically as his bladder continually sent him hot, sharp, painful twinges. Why was Dad still not home!? Emmett knew his Dad sometimes liked to just wander around the hardware store and look at tools he could use for potential ‘projects’ that never seemed to come to pass… But, would it kill him to stop and consider the state of his son’s poor bladder?
Maybe… Maybe Shelby had done her job by now? Maybe she’d let him in? He scrambled from his bed and across the hall. When he reached the door for the restroom, he danced on the spot. His legs rubbed against each other and one hand pressed into his groin while the other reached to turn the doorknob.
It was still locked.
“Shelby?” Emmett called. “Uh~Um… Could you let me in for a second?”
“That would require opening the door,” Shelby said. “And, you told me not to do that, remember?”
“I know what I said!” Emmett whined, stomping his feet, twisting and turning as his hands clutched at his crotch for dear life. “But, I— I wasn’t thinking. Just— Please?” He knocked on the door again, his urgent, frantic feelings building and building.
“What’s the matter?” Shelby asked in a mock sing-song. “Is there something you need in here? I can just slide it under the door!”
“You can’t!” Emmett whimpered. “And I’m pretty sure you already KNOW what I need!”
“Mmm, nope. No idea.”
“I need the toilet,” Emmett hissed out. “Please, just let me use it? It will only take a minute!”
“No. Sorry. We had an agreement,” Shelby said.
“Shelby, please!?” Emmett begged, beginning to practically jog in place. “I just— You don’t understand how much— It’s an emergency!”
“You’re always yelling at me to clean the restroom,” Shelby said. “And, now that I’m doing it, you’re still yelling at me anyway?” She blew out a sigh. “Sheesh, there’s just no winning with you, is there?”
“There is winning!” Emmett said. “You win when you let me pee!”
“Go use the other bathroom.”
“I can’t, Dad needs to fix the toilet.”
“Go in the sink or the tub, then.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“Says the guy who pissed out his bedroom window last month!”
“That was—“ Emmett groaned, grimacing as a pulse of urine trickled into his boxers. His grip on himself tightened, but he could feel more liquid still pounding against his opening. “That was a very desperate situation, I don’t know what I was thinki—“
“And this one isn’t?”
“I don’t bathe or wash my hands on the grass outside my window!” Emmett snapped. This was ridiculous! He couldn’t believe he was so close to an accident just outside his own bathroom! “But, I DO do those things in the sink and the shower!”
“You don’t bathe in Dad's shower,” Shelby said. “And, I pee in our shower all the time, it’s no big deal.”
“Why did you have to tell me that?!” Emmett whined out as his knees turned towards each other. His bladder was screaming, standing outside the restroom door was making it worse. So many times, the sight of that door had meant ‘Relief’s just a few seconds away! Time to pee!’ and his bladder seemed to be very confused as to why it was still full.
“I was just letting you know so you'd feel better about peeing in Dad’s shower.”
“I’m not doing that!” Emmett yelled back. He was breathing heavily now. He had to pee so bad it was painful. His urethra was stinging as his fingers kept trying to pinch it shut.
“Then pee out your window again. I don’t care how you do it.”
“It’s daylight!”
“There’s a fence.”
“A WIRE fence; People can see through it!”
“Yeesh, picky-picky!” Shelby sighed.
“Shelby!” Emmett exclaimed. “Just, please let me use the toilet? I’ll do something for you! Whatever you wa—“
“Oh, hold on, Emmett,” Shelby said. “I kinda have to pee.”
Emmett’s blood ran cold. She wouldn’t do THAT to him, would she?
Sure enough, he heard the toilet being opened, followed by a thin trickle of liquid and Shelby’s sigh. “Ahhhh, that’s much better,” she said.
There was a second trickle of liquid then, but this one landed in Emmett’s clothing, and not into a toilet. “Nnnh!” He whimpered, clutching and squirming and doing every pee-dance move he could think of.
“It’s so hard to concentrate on other things when you have to pee really bad, isn’t it?” Shelby asked, still midstream.
Her words were like a baseball bat to his bladder, and all at once he couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed into the living room to escape the sound of relief that wasn’t his. He needed to find somewhere to go, and he needed to find it in the next couple minutes. ‘Come on, come on!’ He ordered himself. ‘Think!’
He could… He could go to Nova’s house! Yeah, that would work. It would be super embarrassing to turn up on her doorstep so obviously on the verge of an accident— Not to mention the people who might see his fidgety, desperate walk on his way there— But, she’d let him go!
No. No. That wouldn’t work. It was too far to walk when his bladder was in such awful shape. And, he couldn’t use his window again, what if someone was walking past and saw him? He noticed the vase that stood in one corner of the living room… No. That was so gross. How would he clean it back out again? And, he’d get into so much trouble! No vase.
Even if its plain, white color was making it look an awful lot like a urinal now…
No.
He shuddered as another spurt of pee soaked his clothes. He could feel it rolling all the way down his leg. He couldn’t take it anymore! He just couldn’t!
“You don’t use the other tub,” Emmett said quietly to himself. “You can wash it out after you’re done. You— You don’t have a choice. You have to go somewhere…” Defeated, and utterly revolted by the knowledge of what he was about to do, he stumbled and hobbled back to his Dad's bathroom. He ignored the note taped to the door and walked in. He started dribbling up an absolute storm when he saw the toilet, his bladder not understanding that it was out of order.
Still, his hands scrambled madly at his zipper, and once it was down, he aimed himself into the tub. For a second, nothing happened. His brain was screaming at him that this was disgusting and wrong, that he should be ashamed of himself for even trying this. That he should pull his zip back up right this second and hold it until he could use a toilet. He fought these thoughts down, and a stuttering, spurting trickle began to pour into the tub.
He wasn’t peeing as strongly as he needed to, but at least he was peeing at all. And not into his pants. “Ahhhh,” he exhaled. That was better… His bladder began to shrink, depleting itself of the massive quantity of urine he’d been forcing it to contain. “Mmmmmm…..” he murmured. He shut his eyes, both because the relief was making him feel a little dazed, and because he wanted to forget that he was peeing into a tub and not a toilet.
But, removing the visual aspect wasn’t enough to make him forget what he was doing; The sound was too obvious. His stream had picked up speed and force the longer he’d let it flow, and with that it had gotten much louder. It pounded the material of the tub, sounding like a torrential rainstorm spraying onto a metal roof. It was so loud, he couldn’t hear anything else over top of it.
He couldn’t hear the TV that had been left running. He couldn’t hear the birds that were outside. He couldn’t hear the front door opening. He couldn’t hear his Dad walking through the house. He couldn’t hear the doorknob being twisted.
He could, however, hear his Dad speak; “What are you doing!?”
Emmett jumped, and tilted his head to face his Dad. Emmett’s pee stopped flowing then… For about five seconds. His urethra seemed to catch fire, and his holding muscles stung like they’d been electrocuted. Even though he’d tried to stop peeing, he just couldn’t, and right away he was gushing once more. His face flamed red hot as his bladder forcibly drained itself into the bathtub while his Dad stared at him.
Emmett said nothing, and was unsure of where to look. He decided to direct his attention back to his stream, instead of the look on Dad’s face. He gave a push, trying to speed it up and finish faster.
Dad didn’t say anything else, either, and he too didn’t seem to know where he was supposed to look. When it registered to him how much liquid his son was expelling, he did feel a small hint of sympathy that he’d evidently needed to go really badly. But still, of the twins, Emmett was certainly NOT the one he’d ever expect to find doing something like this.
When the sound of liquid relentlessly striking the bathtub ceased for another second, Dad assumed Emmett was done and tried to say something… Only for his son to release another long, loooong spurt of pee. Once that was out, Emmett started to breathe a little heavily as he zipped up. He turned around to face his Dad, shame-faced. “I’m… I’m really sorry. I just… I couldn’t wait. I’m sorry, I’ll clean it out real well, and—“
Dad held up a hand, “It’s… Son… Why did you do that? It’s so unlike you to make messes.”
Emmett looked down at his feet. “I told you; I couldn’t hold it anymore, I just had to go somewhere.”
Dad didn’t disbelieve him, it was obvious how big of an emergency that had been. But… “I know the toilet in here is having problems, but why didn’t you use the other?”
“I told Shelby to clean the bathroom like she’s supposed to, and to not open the door until she was finished, and—“
“I see,” Dad sighed, understanding immediately.
A few minutes later, all three of them were at the kitchen table. “That was a very mean thing to do to your brother,” Dad said.
“I know,” Shelby said. “And, I’m sorry.”
“I did not exactly plan on seeing him using my bathtub as an emergency toilet today,” Dad added. “You—“
Shelby snorted, “You actually did that?” she asked.
Emmett blushed. “I told you I couldn’t hold it. I told you that so many times.” He lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. “I… I was nearly having an accident…”
“I thought you were exaggerating,” Shelby admitted. “I swear, I didn’t realize it was that bad. I was just trying to tease you. I didn’t— I didn’t think it was going too far.”
“Well, it was!” Emmett said. “I can’t believe I did that… And Dad saw, and—“
“I’m sorry,” Shelby said. “I got carried away. Sorry. I’ll… I’ll actually clean the bathroom from now on, I promise.”
“Thanks,” Emmett said. “But, today I think you’re gonna have to clean up Dad’s tub, too.” |
Emmett wasn’t very good at public speaking. He stuttered and spoke with a lisp, and he was sure any point he was actually trying to make would be negated by his timid, soft voice that shook with every word. This was why he hated having to give oral reports at school. No one took him seriously. They snickered every time he stumbled over a word or repeated a syllable. And since part of the grade was dependent upon how well he spoke, he could never manage to get more than a C no matter how well researched his actual report was.
Emmett was going to have to give another of those reports today in Geography class. He was exceedingly proud of the written portion, he’d been up late multiple nights researching the Great Lakes of North America and making sure he had all of his facts correct. But, he knew that no matter how well written the report was, no matter how much work he’d put into it, he just couldn’t make it over the final hurdle of having to read it aloud to a classroom full of people. It was so frustrating.
At lunch that day, Nova offered him a potential solution in the form of a baby blue can of liquid. “How will soda make me speak better?” he asked.
“It’s not soda,” Nova said. “It’s a relaxation drink. It’s made out of…” She turned the can over in her hand. “Dandelion tea, lavender, lemon balm and chamomile, and some other stuff. It’s supposed to make you feel less nervous if you drink it. It’s worked for me a couple times when I have to take a test. Except—“
“I’ll try it,” Emmett said. Anything to rescue his grade, anything to keep people from giggling when his tongue flopped around like a dying fish and caused him to fumble over his words. He took the can and drank it down quickly. Considering how intense his anxiety could get, he decided he should probably have more than just one. “Are there more?”
Nova nodded and handed him a second can, “Yes, but—“
Emmett polished this one off pretty fast as well. “Hm?”
“I was… I just— Please make sure you use the restroom BEFORE you give your report, okay? Trust me, you’ll really regret it if you don’t.”
Emmett nodded, and told her that he would. But, he wasn’t so sure if he ACTUALLY would. He only peed at school if it was an emergency, if he was close to having an accident. Otherwise he held it in until he could use the clean restroom at home instead. He also didn’t think two cans of liquid would be enough to send him over the edge. Especially not so quickly. His very next class was the one he’d be giving his report in, and he doubted all that he’d just had to drink would make its way to his bladder quite THAT fast.
After lunch as he headed for his class, he passed the door for the restroom. He recalled the warning, but he didn’t feel like he needed to go any worse than he normally did at this time of day. It wasn’t worth touching all the dirty things in that room when he didn’t even need to pee that much.
And, he actually was feeling a little calmer. Whatever was in those drinks was really working! His hands weren’t shaking, his lip wasn’t quivering, and he wasn’t fantasizing about hiding somewhere to avoid giving his report like he usually did. He was amazed by how unafraid he felt, like whatever neurons in his head that normally shouted at him that he was in constant danger were being held back and restrained by whatever magical ingredients had been in those beverages. He could do this!
He skipped the restroom and went straight to class, eager to show everyone that he really could give a coherent and clear presentation. He almost even volunteered to go first, but realized he still didn’t feel THAT brave just yet.
As his classmate gave her report on the Rocky Mountains, Emmett listened patiently, deciding he’d go next. He’d give his report, and he’d give it well, and he’d know that he’d found an answer; He’d continue having those drinks every day he knew he’d be speaking in front of his class. Just as he started to think of how wonderful a lifesaver those drinks could turn out to be, something happened that caused him to seriously second guess that idea.
A debilitating NEED to empty his bladder suddenly slammed into him. There was no warning. No steady build-up of his urge. No nothing. It took him by complete surprise and actually made him gasp sharply. He’d never felt anything like that; He’d never been perfectly fine one second and then find himself needing to fight as hard as he could to keep from peeing his pants the next. Was this supposed to happen? Was he having an allergic reaction to the drinks?
Maybe that was it. His body was trying to flush it all out before it damaged him. Oh. ‘Flush’… He should NOT have thought about flushing… What if that wasn’t it, though? What if, instead, the drink was making him terribly sick, and this was the first symptom? What if he was filled with something he hadn’t realized his body considered toxic? He started to breathe a little heavily, panicked.
His out of control inhalation was shaking the walls of his bladder, making it all the more determined to spray out all of its contents with or without his permission. He crossed his ankles and clamped down on his crotch with his hands when he felt himself already beginning to dribble.
Nova was beside him. She leaned over and whispered; “Did you go before class like I said?”
“No,” Emmett admitted. “I didn’t have to, then…” He blushed ferociously. “But, now… What’s happening to me?”
“I think it’s the dandelion,” Nova said. “It goes right through you.”
It certainly HAD gone right through him! He felt a little better upon learning that apparently this was a normal reaction, but he didn’t feel all that more relaxed. Right. ‘Relaxed’. That was how he was SUPPOSED to be feeling right now. That was what the drinks were SUPPOSED to have done for him. But instead, now he was scared he’d pee all over the floor as he stood, stuttering at the front of the classroom.
He was also alarmed by the fact his need seemed to be getting even worse. And it was getting worse FAST. It was like, every few seconds, another entire cup of pee was dumped into his bladder and it became an even bigger struggle to keep it inside. He was not going to make it home today, he had a better chance of teaching a giraffe how to ride a unicycle. He didn’t even think he could last through the rest of this class. It was embarrassing, but he was gonna have to ask to be excused. One hand shot up while the other continued gripping onto the front of his pants.
“Yes?” Ms. Baker asked. “Did you want to go next?”
He very much wanted to ‘go’ next… “Uh—Um—“
“Don’t be nervous, Emmett,” she said. “I’m proud of you for finally volunteering.” Ordinarily, he never asked to present his report. He just sat there quietly until everyone else had gone and he no longer had a choice. Maybe volunteering would help improve his overall grade? He now thought it was a bad idea to admit he’d only wanted to ask for permission to pee…
“O—Okay,” Emmett stammered, forcing himself to his feet, an action his bladder violently protested. Gravity took hold, the liquid within his body all pushed downwards towards the ground. He clenched his thighs together as he tore his hand away from his crotch as quickly as he could; Like ripping off a bandaid. To his amazement, he didn’t leak. He remained dry as he fumbled to the front of the room and looked at the report he’d written on… The Great Lakes.
Right.
Just the word ‘lakes’ made him start to sway from side to side, legs quivering. If he didn’t get through this fast, then his report was gonna end up including an unexpected visual aid…
“Start going,” Ms. Baker encouraged.
Oh, how Emmett wished he COULD! Instead, he forced himself to begin reading. “Th—The Great Lakes are interconnected freshwater lakes located in the upper east of North America. They connect with the Atlantic Ocean through the Saint Lawrence River… They are the largest group of freshwater lakes in the world by area, and second largest by volume.” He paused as his bladder convulsed once more, letting him know that the FIRST largest lake by volume was soon to be flooding down his pant-legs.
He flinched at the sudden intensifying of his need, pressing his legs right up against each other, trying to keep his member pinched shut between them. “They have been called inland seas,” Emmett continued. “Because they have r—rolling w-waves…” At his own words, he felt his bladder begin to roll, tossing and turning in his midsection as it fought to break free of the hold he was trying to maintain over it.
“More than twenty percent of all the world’s freshwater is in the Great Lakes,” he read. ‘And the other eighty percent is in my bladder right now!’ he thought miserably. “The Great Lakes contain enough water to cover all of the continental United States to a depth of nearly ten feet. They are the primary water source for more than forty million people. He continued reading for several minutes, jumping in place where he stood, occasionally pacing a couple steps back and forth, and clamping both hands firmly on his papers so he wouldn’t grip his crotch instead.
He was trying to speak as quickly as possible, to power through so he could pee! He didn’t even realize that, by being so focused on his bladder and not on the people staring at him and listening to him, he had barely stuttered at all. He was speaking louder than usual as well, his urgency had made it impossible for him to control the volume of his voice.
He turned the page, and a drip of urine slid down his shaft to bloom warm and damp in his boxers. He wanted to go back in time and slap his past self in the face for writing THIS part. “Due to climate change, the Great Lakes are currently reaching record high water levels with no signs of receding any time soon,” he read. “They are filled to their brims.” Another squirt of pee soaked out as he finished the sentence.
“The beach on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan is now mostly buried beneath lapping water. People who have beachfront property are at risk of…” One of his hands flew off his paper, darted downward to give his crotch a quick squeeze under the guise of ‘adjusting himself’. “Are at risk of flooding…” He crossed his legs tightly and leaned against the wall, taking a steadying breath.
“The water levels in the Great Lakes have always changed throughout history, but recently these changes have been more extreme than anything previously recorded. The past decade has been the wettest for The Great Lakes, precipitation over the lakes has risen ten percent over the past hundred years and is predicted to rise another ten percent in the next, while the rate of evaporation has slowed down. These changes are attributed to climate change, a warmer atmosphere, and an increase in the Earth’s temperature. Because of this, instead of being absorbed in the dirt, the excess rainfall has been running off into rivers that flow into the lakes. As a result, the lakes are overflowing with liquid, and the once accessible beaches have been flooded over.”
Emmett tried to turn off his brain, to read these words without visualizing anything about their meaning. But, that proved to be entirely impossible. The poor lakes! Being forced to contain more water than they were meant to, having even more streaming into them all the time, having so much inside that it was making them overflow and maybe even cause floods… They must have been so uncomfortable! Emmett’s knees turned in towards each other as he continued forcing himself to read the all-too vivid descriptions he’d written. Finally, he was finished with the paper. “Th—Thank you for listening!” He rushed out breathlessly. “Ms. Baker, I—“
Ms. Baker interrupted him, “Do you have any thoughts on what you learned?”
“Uh—Um, I guess I hope we can start doing things to reverse the effects of climate change? B—Because the lakes can’t be expected to contain so much? It’s too much, I can’t— I mean, THEY can’t hold it.”
“Thank you for your report,” Ms. Baker said. “You may return to your se—“
“May I use the restroom?” Emmett mumbled.
Ms. Baker frowned. “You were doing really well with speaking clearly a moment ago, let’s keep that up. What did you sa—“
“May I please use the restroom? Please?”
There was a bit of laughter from some of his classmates. No doubt they thought the idea of someone having to recite facts about overflowing lakes while on the verge of an accident was humorous for some reason!
“Yes you may,” Ms. Baker said. “But, please hurry back.”
Emmett was rushing for the door before she’d even finished talking. Once he was in the hallway, his hands crammed themselves into the crease of his clenched legs. Finally being able to give himself a good squeeze helped a little, but the meagre relief only lasted him a second before the awful throbbing re-emerged.
He took tiny, tight steps down the hallway and pushed open the door to the restroom. Finally… Except, when he got himself to the urinals, he found that some psychopath had taken a dump in one of them, and plugged the other up with a wad of toilet paper. What was wrong with the people he had to go to school with!?
He released his zipper, no way he was peeing in such a disgusting thing, what if there was splashback? He’d have to use a stall. But… What if whatever maniac had messed up the urinals had touched the doors to the stalls with his unwashed hands? He shuddered at the thought of placing one of his own hands to those doors now.
So, instead he nudged one open with his foot and quickly scrambled in. It was hard to lift his foot up that high when he badly wanted to keep his legs coiled together, and he lost one more spurt in the process. The toilet was clean enough to be usable, thank goodness. He really preferred a bit more privacy when using a stall to relieve himself, but couldn’t bring himself to touch the lock in order to close it.
He released his hold on himself and gripped his zip before giving it a tug… And then another tug. And another.
Ohhhh, come on! What now!?
His zipper was snagged. Caught. Stuck. And his hands were shaking so violently with need that he couldn’t manage to get it apart! The toilet was just sitting there taunting him now. This was so unfair! He’d given his report, he’d held so much in, he’d made it to the restroom! And now he was gonna have an accident anyway in spite of all of that!?
He needed help; The only answer he could come up with was the school nurse. The idea of asking the woman to fix his zipper before he peed his pants made him blush all the way down to his shoulders, but he couldn’t think of any other solutions! He quickly made his way out of the restroom, and found the hallways were now full. Class had ended, it seemed.
Shelby was waiting for him next to the restroom door; “Wow, that was hilarious,” she said. “I hope you didn’t think you were being subtle in there, I thought you were gonna be standing in a lake of your own when you got to the part about ‘floodi—‘“ She stopped abruptly, noticing her brother’s hunched over body. “You… Still need to go,” she stated. “Emmett, seriously, I know the school toilets are gross, but you have t—“
“My zipper’s stuck!” Emmett informed in what he hoped was a whisper, but probably wasn’t.
Shelby snorted, “Aww, that sucks… You want me to help you?”
He supposed that having his twin sister help him out was a little less embarrassing than asking the school nurse… And he wouldn’t have to walk so far while his bladder hurt this badly. “Yes, please!”
Shelby knelt down, but he stopped her.
“Nnnh, not in the hallway, it’s too—“
She sighed, stood up, and tugged him into the men’s room.
“Shelby! You can’t be in h—“
“Would you rather I take you into the ladies’?” Shelby asked, returning to his zipper. “Could you try to hold still? I can’t get it apart if you keep this whole Mexican Jumping Bean routine of yours up.”
“I can’t help it!” Emmett whined as he fought to keep his body still. It wouldn’t listen to him, however. His legs were twisting and his toes were bouncing of their own volition. “It’s… It’s really bad!” Against his will, a hand went to press against his crotch once more.
“Now, I REALLY can’t do it if your hand’s in the way,” Shelby said.
Emmett cringed as he released his grip on himself. “Please hurry…”
The door opened, a boy stood at the threshold and stared for a moment, then backed out as Emmett tried to stammer an apology and explanation. However, yelling “She’s just my sister!” had probably only made their positions appear even worse in that boy’s eyes.
“Calm down,” Shelby said. “I’ve almost got it…”
Emmett heard the extremely welcome, blessed sound of a zipper being pulled down. Once more, he used his foot to enter a stall and ignored the lock he was certain was contaminated. The seat was still down, and normally he’d wrap some toilet paper around his hand to raise it up, but there was no time for that. He was urinating before he’d even gotten the chance to aim, a spray of pee spattering the seat. He winced, feeling awful for making a mess, but a split second later the relief slammed into him and he lost all ability to care. “Ahhhh….”
He then heard his sister giggling.
“Y—You’re STILL here?” Emmett cried.
“Heheheh,” Shelby laughed. “That’s… Quite a noise you just made…”
“I…” Emmett felt himself heating up, and when he couldn’t help but sigh a second time as his stream continued its uncontrollable pour into the bowl, he felt even more embarrassment flooding his synapses.
“I mean, it sounds like you’re doing something OTHER than peeing in there, to tell you the truth.”
“Why are you even still here, nutcase?”
“Because I’m worried about you, wouldn’t want you to have an accident.”
“I’m…” Emmett panted a little… This felt way better than it had any right to. “I’m fine, so you can leave.” His stream was totally clear, it looked like he was peeing out nothing but water. For whatever reason, when his pee came out clear it tended to feel extra good to let it flow. “So… Leave?”
“Once I know for sure you’re okay,” Shelby said.
Emmett’s annoyed groan quickly transformed into yet another satisfied sigh. The feeling of his bladder steadily deflating back to a reasonable size was just too enjoyable for him to feel that upset about anything. And, it was only because of Shelby that he’d been able to feel this wonderful sensation of long-desired release, he shouldn’t be TOO snippy with her…
His pee kept gushing away for about a minute, and he shook himself off with one last relieved moan. He was actually able to stand up straight again! He zipped back up, his zipper choosing to cooperate a little better now, and exited the stall to scrub his hands.
Shelby was looking at the urinals Emmett hadn’t been able to use. “I thought you weren’t supposed to take shits in those?”
“You aren’t,” Emmett confirmed as he pumped several squirts of soap onto his hands before plunging them beneath the hot water from the sink. “But, we apparently go to school with Lucifer himself.” |
Emmett hated Devon.
Emmett hated Devon’s smirk. Emmett hated the way Devon mocked him every time he spoke. Emmett hated how Devon thought the anxiety disorder he had to live with was comedy gold. Emmett hated how Devon was forever coming up with new ways to bother him and make him uncomfortable.
Emmett glowered at the sweaty, unwashed gym mats propped against the wall and decided that he hated them too.
He hated them because they were a reminder of the situation Devon had placed him into today. It was after hours at school. Emmett and Devon had been asked by a teacher to grab something from this supply closet. She’d given them the keys and sent them on their way. They’d both gone into the closet, Devon had procured the item, then slammed the door shut on Emmett and locked it.
Emmett had asked Devon to open it back up right away, his voice wavering with the same nervous tinge it always had, especially whenever Devon was around. “C—Come on, this isn’t funny. I don’t wanna spend all night in here…”
But, he hadn’t even gotten a response. Devon was already gone.
Emmett had then tried knocking on the door and creating enough of a ruckus that someone would surely hear and come to free him.
But no one had.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been stuck in the closet for, but it had already been too long. It was difficult for him to realistically gauge the amount of time that had passed because he was deeply, deeply uncomfortable.
The sweat-covered, smelly gym mats made him uncomfortable because they were no doubt crawling with all manner of bacteria and disease. The darkness made him uncomfortable because it made it hard to discern if he was accidentally touching something filthy. The silence made him uncomfortable because it told him that no one was around to help him out.
His bladder made him uncomfortable because its current volume probably rivaled a swimming pool.
He hadn’t peed at all during the school day as usual, so he could avoid dealing with the grody toilets and the urine that spattered the floor around them. And, as usual, once the day was over he was eager to get on the bus and go home to get relief. But, of course, he COULDN’T get on the bus and go home to get relief. Instead, all he could do was stand in this dark closet, breathing in the germs from the gym mats, while twisting up his legs and cupping his dick as urgency pounded into him like a jackhammer.
He knew that if Shelby got onto the bus and he wasn’t there, she’d come to look for him. But, Shelby had pretended to be sick that morning to get out of taking a test she was unprepared for. So, Emmett couldn’t hope for her to come to his rescue. She had no way of knowing he was in trouble.
‘When enough time passes and I’m not home, Shelby will be worried,’ Emmett told himself. ‘If I’m not home at the usual time, she’ll notice then.’ Unless she was playing a video game. Then she wouldn’t notice anything. She wouldn’t notice what time it was. She wouldn’t notice Emmett wasn’t there… ‘But, if Dad gets back from work and I’m not in the house, he’ll worry…’
Except, Dad got home late in the evening. And it would take him a bit to realize Emmett was missing. And even longer to figure out where he was… Emmett knew he couldn’t hold it that long. Not with how strong the pressure in his middle already was. His bladder felt like an overflowing water balloon that would burst at the slightest poke. It felt like the skin of his midsection was tearing. He actually lifted his shirt up to check, certain that he would see droplets of blood as his bladder seared its way through his flesh.
But, that hadn’t happened. Not yet, anyway. If he didn’t pee soon though, it probably would. He was certain that, if he’d been able to take the bus, he would be home by now. He’d be home, and in the restroom, his zipper down and his stream flowing away into the bowl. All the agony and pressure leaving his body as he peed and peed and peed and—
A shaky dribble bulldozed its way past his aching pelvic muscles and began to slide, warm and slick down his leg. His hands returned to pressing down onto his crotch, his hips thrusting into the pressure of his palms. ‘Don’t think about peeing,’ he ordered himself. ‘Don’t think about it.’ But, it was hard NOT to think about peeing when he was starting to think that he’d sell his soul to Satan in exchange for a urinal. True, since Satan was Satan and all, it would probably be the filthiest, most disgusting urinal on Earth, but Emmett was to the point that that wouldn’t matter so long as he could finally relieve himself.
He shook his head several times at the direction his thoughts had taken. He must have been so full of pee that it was leaking into his brain and making him go crazy. His thighs strained against one another as he tightened his grip on his cock. He tried, once more, to think of something that didn’t involve peeing.
He went over the plot to the book he’d just read, but then he started wondering about what would happen if a dragon slayer really, really needed the restroom in the middle of a battle. Obviously, the dragon slayer couldn’t just wet himself. If he did that, the dragon would think he was very weak, and would probably breathe fire on him and burn him to a crisp for wasting its time. Emmett remembered there was actually a scene in the dragon slayer book where the main character had to go while speaking with a king. He remembered there was a line about how relieved the character was to be shown to his private quarters for the night where a chamber pot awaited him…
Emmett cringed and stomped in place. His bladder was painfully distended in his center, and his urge had built to a horrendously unendurable level. His legs twisted up unnaturally, he could feel his feet starting to tingle from the loss of blood-flow. What he wouldn’t give to have a chamber pot in this room with him now…
Wait, that was actually a good idea!
Maybe there was something in here he could pee into?
He tried to shake off the thought. Peeing into something that was not meant for peeing was completely revolting. He had done it a few times, and each time had made him feel sick and disgusting. It would feel even worse if he did it into something that belonged to his school, because he knew he’d be in huge trouble for soiling it. He imagined himself getting suspended for a few days because he’d flooded a piece of school property full of his urine. Maybe he’d even be expelled!
No. He couldn’t do that. He shouldn’t even look. He should just assume that there were zero potential peeing receptacles in here and forget the whole thing.
Except… There was a really large mop bucket resting right in the corner.
The idea of crouching over it, unzipping and just… Letting it all out…
Following his thoughts, his bladder seemed to drop downwards, pressing violently against his sphincters. His clutching hands were no match for the immense straining pulsing from within, and three half-second long spurts of urine soaked through in rapid succession. Each time he managed to grind his flow to a stop, it would begin again, sending more jets and dribbles down his shaking legs. It took him an extreme amount of jiggling, bouncing, squeezing and twisting to get the awful spasm under control enough to stop all the leaking.
He couldn’t use the bucket. He just couldn’t. No matter how good it would feel to stop holding back, he absolutely could not urinate in the mop bucket. He would be in trouble if anyone found out. He’d feel disgusting. And, well, he couldn’t continue going to school knowing that the floors had been cleaned using something he’d peed into. He knew that last one was pretty illogical, the bucket was probably scrubbed at least occasionally, and if smelled like pee the janitor would definitely clean it out… But still, Emmett couldn’t stop thinking that it wouldn’t actually get washed, and he knew he’d never be able to shake the feeling that the hallway floors were drenched in his urine.
No bucket.
He had to hold it.
Emmett unbuttoned his pants to try to make that a little easier. His waistband finally stopped cutting into the round swell of his abdomen and he felt noticeably better. But, it only took a minute or so before the agonizing, pulsating misery reared its ugly head again. So, he unzipped as well. But, when the sound of his zipper coming apart met his ears, his bladder thought for sure that that was its cue to let go, and his leaking returned full-force.
He jammed his hands inside his open fly, wrapping them firmly around his cock and squeezing with all his strength. His heart was beating rapidly, out of control like a wild drummer. His ears were ringing. He felt the loss of breath and bleary fear that usually preceded a panic attack. He tried to take slow, deep inhales to calm himself down— If he worked himself up into a panic attack, he would lose control over his bladder for sure!— But, as he breathed in, he felt his skin stretching over the swollen ball of piss in his middle, it felt like he was being stabbed. He couldn’t do his usual breathing exercise to soothe himself now, it hurt too much.
It felt like a fire was burning in his core, he was just so full of so much boiling hot piss that his body was flashing with intense heat all over. His entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but tense muscles and gallons upon gallons of pee, all pressing with so much force against his exhausted sphincters. He was certain that if he let himself relax for a moment, his body would transform into a fire hose.
More pulsing, more pain, more swelling. Everything was tight, tense, clutched, stinging and full of sore, aching pressure. He was totally folded over, his hands kneading into his crotch, drips falling from his tired pee-hole.
His entire world had narrowed to the thin, pulsating, burning, tormented exhaustion of his urethral opening. This was unbearable. This was impossible A human body could only endure so much physical agony before it broke, and Emmett’s body could not take any more. He had to let his muscles give out. He had to let them slacken. He had to stop holding it.
He couldn’t hold it any longer.
Hands still squeezing his dick, he hobbled over to the mop bucket. ‘You have to do this,’ he kept telling himself. ‘You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t go. You’ll get an infection. You’ll make yourself very sick. You have no choice.’ He drew his cock out and aimed it down at the bucket.
His abused sphincters relaxed. A few drops sprinkled into the bucket. Then, he started to trickle. Then, he was letting out a stream. Then, a fire hose. Then, a roaring, intense ocean. He unleashed a flood. Hours upon hours of long held liquid torture spilled forth.
He let out a deep, throaty moan as his shoulders drooped and his head tipped backwards. “Ohhhhh….” His eyes rolled back a little, he felt like he was floating through soft clouds. He shivered, his body vibrating from the relief and the power of so much piss spraying out of his opening with such intense force. He didn’t hurt anymore. He felt nothing but pleasure. He had released a torrential downpour of wonderful relaxation. He was stunned he could go from such intense misery to such all-consuming joy in such a short amount of time, but he had. His mind went totally blank. There was nothing but moaning, and relief, and so much peeing… It was so—
The door creaked open. “Wha—What are you doing!?”
Emmett turned his head slightly, trying to cut off his stream. He managed to stop peeing for about a second, but then his gushing flow returned at full-force. He moaned once again, completely involuntarily. “Ahhhh…”
Earlier, when he’d been considering potential people who may show up and get him out of here, he’d completely forgotten the night janitor… The man who would DEFINITELY come to this closet eventually…
He tried to stammer out an apology, but found his mouth was welded shut with embarrassment and nervousness. All he could do was finish peeing… Which, he did a few seconds later, one last shiver working its way up his spine. He zipped up and hunched his shoulders over. His heart was racing again now, his ears were ringing, and he couldn’t quite remember how to breathe. Again, he was on the verge of a panic attack.
He was going to be expelled for this, for sure. He’d have to tell Dad that he got kicked out of school because he couldn’t hold his bladder and had vandalized school property. He tried to take a deep breath, but instead it just got caught in his throat, and now it felt like his lungs were going to explode instead of his bladder.
“What are you even doing here?” the janitor asked.
Emmett launched into a breathless, rambling and difficult to follow explanation as to what had transpired. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to, but I had to, and I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t get out, and—“
“Slow down,” the janitor said. “You’re not in any trouble right now. I just want to know why this happened.”
Emmett was finally able to breathe at least a little bit. “Devon locked me in here after a teacher asked us to get something, and I… I didn’t want to do THAT in the bucket, I promise. I’ll pay for a new one, I’m sorry. Please don’t expel me.”
“I can’t expel students to begin with,” the janitor said. “But, I will be reporting this to the principal. Not you,” he quickly added at the panic on Emmett’s face. “But this other student. And I can clean the bucket out, that’s the kind of thing they pay me for. Is anyone at your house right now that can come pick you up?”
“I don’t know,” Emmett said. “What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
A little after six. Emmett had been locked in that closet for over three hours… “Yeah, my Dad should be home by now. He’s probably really worried.”
“Go to the office and call him,” the janitor said. “You’re not in any trouble. This wasn’t your fault.”
Emmett felt better at those words. But, he still couldn’t stop thinking about the floors being mopped with a bit of the residue left over from his pee. “You can get the bucket extra clean, right?”
“Of course I can, that’s my job. Don’t worry about it, no one else is going to find out this happened.” |
Every year, students where Emmett lived had to undergo a series of standardized tests filled with multiple choice questions. The tests were awful, everyone knew, they were specifically designed to be as confusing as possible, filled with trick questions, and questions that were worded so poorly that they didn’t make any sense. The tests were less focused on testing what a student learned at school that year, and more focused on testing their ability to puzzle out what in the world it was even asking them to do in the first place.
There were also very strict rules when these tests were administered. Complete silence was needed at all times, and no one could leave the room for any reason until everyone in the entire building had finished their test. And that could easily last through the entire school day. This was, ostensibly, to prevent students talking about the test and possibly cheating. But, as Emmett wriggled in his chair, he thought that perhaps it was because the test was secretly also supposed to assess a student’s ability to hold their bladder.
The teachers and other administrative figures at the school always emphasized the importance of drinking plenty of water and eating a big breakfast before a testing day. Emmett had done that. For the first time in his life, he’d even had a cup of coffee because he’d been so stressed over the test that he’d barely slept. He’d never had coffee before, he’d always been worried that it would make his anxiety even worse than it already was. Surprisingly, it hadn’t. It had just made him feel more awake and alert and ready to take the dumb test.
If this was what coffee was gonna do to him though, he was never, ever going to drink it again. It had rushed through his body like greased lightning, pooling warm and heavy in his bladder. If he’d felt the sudden, panging need ripple through him earlier, then he would have given into it and made himself use the grody school toilets; He’d know it would have been impossible to hang onto all THIS until he was home. But, he hadn’t felt the urge until he was in the classroom and the tests were being handed out.
The need came out of nowhere, and was unfathomably intense considering he’d peed right before leaving his house. He’d heard that caffeine was a diuretic, and that it made a person need to go, but he hadn’t thought ONE cup would cause such an extreme reaction in him. It felt like all the seven seas were colliding against one another inside his bladder.
The test hadn’t actually started yet… Maybe there was still time? Emmett fought down his embarrassment and raised his hand. He could not keep this in all day. He knew he couldn’t do that. The teacher paused as she placed his test booklet onto his desk. Emmett wasn’t sure who she was, she wasn’t one of his teachers. “Yes?”
“May I please use the restroom?” Emmett requested, trying to keep his tone even in spite of the throbbing pain inside his body. “Since we haven’t actually started yet?”
“No,” the teacher said. “Other classrooms have started. No one can be wandering the halls and speaking with each other about the test.”
Emmett opened his mouth to protest. He wasn’t going to wander the halls, he was going to run for the nearest restroom and release his irritated, coffee-bloated bladder, then he was going to come straight back. And how could he talk to someone about a test he hadn’t even started taking yet? That made zero sense! But, the idea of saying anything confrontational, the idea possibly starting an argument— and with an authority figure, no less!— Sent shockwaves of fear through him that quickly made their ways down to his abdomen and clobbered his bladder. He tightened his thighs as he shifted. “Um… It’s… It’s real urgent,” he said softly.
“You should have gone before school,” the teacher said, swiftly walking on.
Emmett HAD gone before school! He just had to go again NOW. Right now! He was not looking forward to having to figure out the idiotic, stress-inducing test while his bladder pulsated and waves of pain streamed through his body.
Before the test began, the teacher gave a long spiel about the rules. Emmett had heard this speech a bunch of times. These tests came every year, and every year it was the same speech. The only rule he even heard being listed off was the one informing him that there were absolutely zero toilet breaks coming in his near future.
And that was why, now that the test had begun, a throbbing mess was sitting at one of the desks, jiggling up and down. The test consisted of a series of short passages each student had to read, with a handful of questions about each one to answer. The first story was total and complete nonsense. It was about a talking pineapple challenging a hare to a foot race. The other animals in the forest, consisting of a moose a crow and an owl, all believed the pineapple had some sort of trick up its sleeve and cheered it on. The pineapple, of course, did not move and lost the race. Then, all the animals ate it.
What.
Emmett turned the page to read the questions.
1. Why did the animals eat the talking pineapple?
a. They were annoyed
b. They were amused
c. They were hungry
d. They wanted to
2. Which animal was the wisest?
a. The hare
b. The moose
c. The crow
d. The owl
Emmett did not understand. He felt like he’d discovered a test straight out of a Twilight Zone episode and that if he thought about it much longer, his brain would melt out his ears. Perhaps it would be a little easier to figure out what in the world any of that was supposed to mean if he didn’t have to pee so badly? Well, he didn’t know if that would make the test easier, but he was pretty positive it would at least make him feel a lot better…
He crossed his legs at the ankles as he continued bouncing in his seat. It felt as though he hadn’t peed in days, when in reality he’d only just voided his bladder an hour ago! He didn’t understand the story he’d just read, and he didn’t understand the questions he had to answer about it. The only things he did understand were that he had to go to the restroom right now, and that he really hated coffee!
His hand seemed to have a mind of its own and he raised it once more.
The teacher came to his side, “I can’t assist you with—“
“May I please use the restroom?” Emmett asked. His feet were tapping, his legs still crossed. He needed to go so much…
“I already talked about this with you,” the teacher said. “You can’t leave this room.”
“Please?” Emmett repeated. His voice was cracking now, he wasn’t just asking now, he was begging. His eyes were wide and pleading. He couldn’t hold it until everybody in the school finished their tests. He was nearly wetting himself now!
“No,” the teacher said simply. “Stop asking.” And, with that, she walked away.
Emmett whimpered softly and he noticed the teacher giving him a sharp look from her desk. “Shhh!” she commanded.
That noise. Oh, that noise… It sounded too much like pee hitting a urinal. Emmett’s urethra stung and he wanted to cry, but he made himself go silent. Panic was building now. He felt so close to having an accident, and there were doubtless hours left until he would next get to visit a toilet.
He just guessed the answers to the stupid questions and moved onto the next passage. He read it quickly, but processed none of it. He read it again, and again the only thing his mind was able to hold onto were the continued, urgent signals from his bladder. Tears were actually running down his face then, his brain was clouded over with pain. The whole situation was not conductive to thinking, he was going to do just atrociously on this test.
A hand tucked itself between his legs, he was holding what must have been a gallon of hot, throbbing piss, and it all needed out right now! He rocked back and forth in his chair. He had to go. He had to go. He had to go! There was just so much liquid inside him. His lower abdomen was swollen, his skin felt hot and stretched out, all of his pelvic muscles pulsated in the massive effort to hold it back.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t take it. He was going to have an accident! His heart began to thrum harshly, making his ears ring. His lungs contracted almost as harshly as his bladder did. He was on the verge of hyperventilating. He was on the edge of pissing his pants and having a panic attack all at the same time while in a room full of his classmates. He would never live that down if it happened. He had to breathe. Just breathe. Get it together.
It was impossible to breathe, though. Inhaling made his bladder throb, and exhaling made trickles of liquid flow into his boxers. He made himself breathe anyway, clutching himself with both hands, the test totally forgotten; No way could he pass it now, not when his brain was filled with the white noise of desperation and absolutely nothing else. All he could focus on now was holding it in. Trying to hold it in, anyway. As he finally managed to even out his breathing, a long, long stream pulsed from his tip, and he squeaked as he felt it pooling warm and wet out between his thighs.
The teacher stood from her desk and stomped over to him. He allowed himself the faintest glimmer of hope, that she’d realized how big an emergency his need was and was about to let him go. That wasn’t it though, of course. “Be quiet,” she whispered sharply. “You are distracting everyone.”
“Please!” Emmett begged again, unable to control the volume of his voice. He was past the point where he could feel embarrassed by his pleading. He didn’t care if everyone around him could tell what was wrong with him. He’d do anything to avoid having an accident here. “Please, let m-m-me use the r-r-r-restroom?” The nerves he always felt when communicating were tripled under the strain of his need and he found it almost impossible to talk at all. “Please? I pr-pr-promise I won’t talk to anyone, I just n-need—“
“No,” she said. “We had this same conversation ten minutes ago. Stop asking me that question.”
That had only been ten minutes ago!? It felt like it had been ten hours! Emmett was shocked and scared by how much his urge had worsened in such a short amount of time. He wasn’t going to make it to the end of the day. He was barely keeping it in now! He could NOT make it the entire day! “A—At lunch?” He suggested. Making it the last couple hours to lunch wouldn’t be easy, either, but it at least didn’t sound completely impossible. Except, he knew that on testing days, everyone had to stay silent and not leave the cafeteria during lunch. There weren’t any toilets there. “C-Can I please go at lunch?”
“No,” the teacher said. “Now, stop asking. If you ask one more time, your test will be voided and you will be required to retake it.”
Emmett didn’t care about the test! He was going to fail it and need to retake it anyway! Right now, he just needed for something ELSE to get voided! “Okay,” he squeaked. “Just let me—“
“No,” the teacher interrupted. “You are not permitted to leave this room. Finish your test.”
She left Emmett then, left him to endure his misery. The world fell away, bit by bit, as his desperation sharpened itself to a fine point that made his pee-hole burn and sting. He tried as hard as he could to hold on, but drop after drop spurted into his boxers, making them damp. He barely managed to silence the whimper in his throat that would only serve to get him into trouble once more.
He squirmed and writhed every which way, fountains of sweat gushing down his back and forehead. He was going to pee his pants. He was going to do it. He really, really didn’t want to though. He considered standing up and just making a run for it, just ignoring the consequences that would surely follow such blatant disobedience. But, he couldn’t make himself do it. The ringing in his ears returned, the tightness in his chest came back. His heart pounded away as ferociously as his bladder was. His vision was dulling, going black around the edges, and as hard as he tried, he couldn’t slow his breathing.
He started to shake, the sweat covering his body now turning icy cold. He squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as his hands were squeezing onto his dick. The inhuman weight against his sphincters doubled as alarm bells rang off inside his head. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t do anything but endure the panic sailing through his body and causing him to completely hyperventilate and shudder. He could do nothing else.
And that included holding it.
It took him a moment to feel that through the haze and pain of his panic attack, but there it was; A harsh, warm jet of urine spraying out of his body.
He stood abruptly, still trying to catch his breath, still trying to settle his racing heart, still trying to see clearly and clear the dizziness from his vision… Still trying to please, please hold it! But, he couldn’t do any of those things. He couldn’t tear himself free from the clutches of his panic, and he couldn’t force his bladder to close itself back up.
“Hey!” The teacher snapped.
Emmett couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t speak, not when he couldn’t even breathe. His pee was still rushing down his leg, puddling at his feet. He heard it hissing, and his hands still kneaded themselves against his crotch, but that did no good. The black, cloudy static in his vision grew and grew, and the world spun along with it. He couldn’t see any of his classmates’ reactions clearly. Maybe that was a good thing, but he didn’t have it in him to be thankful to his stupid brain for making him have a panic attack while he pissed his pants at school. Nothing about this was anything to be thankful for. He felt nothing but misery, shame, fear and disgust.
He was disgusting. He was covering himself in his own bodily waste. He felt all the sticky, revolting warmth making his clothes grow heavy and sodden. He smelled the harsh stench of his pee. He was repulsive. He released an involuntary sob as his stream continued gushing, just one more thing he couldn’t hold back.
His pee was pouring so hard now, splattering onto the floor. As his heart finally stopped pounding and the ringing in his ears began to fade, Emmett realized that the only sounds in the entire room— And probably in the entire school— Were now those of his hissing pee and strained sobs.
When it finally stopped, after what felt like an entire year, the teacher snapped her fingers and pointed sharply at the door. “GO TO THE OFFICE,” she barked.
He cried harder then, hiccuping. Not only had he had a panic attack in front of his classmates all while peeing himself, now he was going to be in trouble for it. Tears were streaming down his red face, and even though his panic attack had concluded, he still couldn’t catch his breath past all the sobs.
Then, he heard another voice. “Oh?” Shelby asked. “So, you’ll let him leave the room now that it’s too late, huh?”
“Shhh, do your work.”
“No, this is bullshit!” Shelby said. Shelby was usually so laid back, but when something made her mad, it made her really, REALLY mad. Her anger could be a sight to behold, always filled with intense language, and sometimes crossing into destructive behavior before the episode finally cleared. She stood. “Apologize to my brother right now!”
Emmett still couldn’t cease the flow of his tears any more than he’d been able to cease the flow of his urine, but when Shelby claimed relation to him even as he stood there soaked in pee, he felt a little better.
“You know what?” the teacher asked. “You can join him. Go to the office.”
“Gladly!” Shelby said. She began to stomp towards the door. She turned to Emmett. “Come on,” she said softly. If Emmett had been anyone else, he would have been shocked by how she could go from shouting, cursing fury to soft kindness so quickly. He followed her out.
“Emmett, I’m so sorry,” Shelby said. “She’s a bitch, the rules are shit, the tests are something even lower than shit, and—“
Emmett hiccuped out another sob.
“Come here…” Shelby said, opening her arms.
“But… But I’m…” Emmett choked out. He felt even grosser now that his pee had cooled off. It was clammy and sticky and made his heavy, wet pants cling to his legs.
“I don’t care,” Shelby said, pulling him in for a hug.
He melted against her as he allowed himself to come completely undone once more. He sobbed so hard his body shook and he began to taste his salty tears in his mouth. He just kept crying and crying as Shelby held him tightly. “I’ve got you,” she said. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Once Emmett had gotten himself together again well enough to walk, they headed towards the office. The principal ushered them in, demanding to know why he’d gotten a call about them causing a disturbance during such an important test.
Emmett tried to explain, but it just made him start crying again and nothing he said was the least bit comprehensible. Shelby tried to explain, but got too animated and forgot that cursing in front of the school principal was a bad idea.
The principal called their Dad, explaining that Emmett had had an accident and that Shelby had been insubordinate, meaning both of them needed to go home. They would be required to retake the test on Saturday.
Emmett figured maybe he’d actually be able to pass it if he didn’t have to worry about holding his pee the whole time too… But, that thought only served to remind him of how he’d totally humiliated himself, and his tears began anew.
They waited on the bench outside the office, Emmett trying to shield his wet pants even though no one was around to see.
Dad arrived a little while later, obviously annoyed that he’d needed to leave work early to deal with whatever trouble they’d gotten themselves into. His anger seemed to evaporate slightly when he noticed the state of Emmett’s clothes. He hadn’t realized when the principal had said Emmett had an accident, that he meant he’d had an… ‘accident’. What in the world? Emmett was WAY too old for this to still be a problem. He hadn’t even peed himself in Kindergarten! Why now!? “What happened?” he asked.
Emmett tried once more to explain. He tried to explain the coffee, and how he’d asked to be excused before the test. How he’d begged to be excused over and over for the next hour and how he just hadn’t been able to wait anymore. How hard he’d tried to keep it in. How sorry and disgusted he felt that he couldn’t. “And your sister?”
“She yelled ‘bullshit’ at the teacher and told her to apologize to me,” Emmett whimpered out.
“… Okay,” Dad said. He didn’t want to say that ‘bullshit’ was actually the perfect way to describe how that teacher had behaved. Even if that WAS exactly what he thought, it still wouldn’t be good to encourage Shelby to swear at teachers. “So, this is school policy? No toilet breaks on test days?”
“Y—Yeah, it’s always been that way,” Emmett said. “J—Just normally I can… Normally I can hold it all day…”
“Okay, hold on,” Dad said. He entered the principal’s office, and for a few minutes Emmett and Shelby overheard muffled shouting, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Shortly after the room fell quiet, the door opened and Dad came back out. “Alright, so if you have to go when you retake your test this weekend, they’re definitely going to let you,” he informed. “Don’t worry about anything like that happening ever again.” |
Emmett had been expecting to be teased a whole lot after having had such a dramatic accident in front of his class. He was utterly terrified to go to school the next day, thinking that everyone there would laugh at him and mock him from the instant he set foot inside. But, that didn’t end up happening.
A few of his classmates even asked him if he was okay, agreeing that the teacher monitoring the tests had been needlessly cruel to him. Nova had been in a different room at the time of the incident, but had heard what happened, and she was the most concerned of all. That was a relief because he’d been scared she was going to break up with him now that he apparently couldn’t even keep his pants dry. She kept telling him it wasn’t his fault, anyone would have had an accident in that situation.
The only person that picked on Emmett for his accident was, naturally, Devon. “I always knew you were a baby,” Devon said. “Didn’t realize it was so literal.” He called Emmett all sorts of names throughout that first day, and the next day Emmett arrived at school to find Devon had taped a diaper to the door of his locker. Emmett had to try very, very hard not to cry then.
He told himself that Devon was just one person, one person out of the whole school was making fun of him for this. Everyone else was either sympathetic or just didn’t care. One jerk shouldn’t have mattered.
But, it did matter to Emmett.
The taunts and jeers from Devon made Emmett overly self-conscious about his bladder’s needs. He started to doubt his ability to hold it for long stretches of time, in spite of doing so without issue hundreds of times before. He knew he could last through an entire school day without a pee because he DID that most days, but having someone constantly snicker at him and ask him if he was ‘still dry’ made Emmett keep feeling like he was losing control of himself, even when he knew no urine was making its way into his clothes.
Sometimes, Emmett would feel like he didn’t have to go much at all, then Devon would start in on him and he’d begin to doubt himself. He’d doubt himself so much and run through so many potential disasters in his head that he’d start to feel like he really, really needed the restroom, even if he knew there was very little liquid actually in his bladder. He knew that these were phantom urges, not real emergencies. But, they still felt real and would leave him squirming in his seat and waiting for whatever class he was in to end.
But, then it would get worse. Devon would follow him out of the classroom, keeping uncomfortably close to him all the way down the hall. When Emmett tried to enter the nearest men’s room to take care of his urge, Devon would stand in the opened doorway and block Emmett’s way in. “Why don’t you just piss your pants again?” he’d ask.
Emmett’s hand would feel filthy and disease ridden after touching the door to the restroom, making him even more eager to go inside so he could wash it off after he’d peed. But, Devon was so much bigger than Emmett, and Emmett was so frightened of him. He couldn’t even try to force his way past him to get to the toilet and sink he needed.
Devon was so enthralled by this little game that now Emmett absolutely never peed at school, even when it was a real emergency. He also couldn’t get into the restrooms to wash his hands either, which made him feel panicky and tetchy all day. Emmett absolutely could not bring himself to eat without first sanitizing his hands, and since Devon wouldn’t let him near the sinks, that meant he couldn’t eat all day either.
Emmett hoped Devon would grow bored of it soon, because having to spend every day feeling hungry, dirty and desperate for the toilet was really miserable. At the end of every day, Emmett would eagerly rush off the school bus, hurry into his house and run straight for the toilet to relieve the bladder which Devon’s taunts had encouraged to fill itself to the brim, then get in the shower to scrub himself clean before finally heading for the kitchen to devour an entire bag of chips.
The last class of the day was always the worst, he’d stare at the clock, feeling his skin crawling with germs as his stomach growled with ravenous hunger and his bladder throbbed with gallons of piss.
Eventually, Shelby figured out something must have been wrong. It wasn’t TOO unusual for Emmett to desperately run to the toilet after school since he only relieved himself there if he was on the verge of an accident. It also wasn’t all that out of the ordinary for him to want to shower as soon as he got home from somewhere. But, it WAS strange that he wasn’t eating all day.
At first she thought he was doing some sort of intense and likely misguided diet, which she didn’t really understand since he was already pretty skinny. But, since he’d come home and immediately gorge on junkfood snacks she figured that weight watching wasn’t something he was focusing on. So, the tenth day she saw her brother shoving handfuls of salt and vinegar chips into his mouth after skipping lunch at school, she asked what the deal was.
Emmett swallowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you aren’t eating at school ever,” Shelby said. “I thought you were trying to lose weight— Which you totally don’t have to worry about, but if you really wanted to get in better shape there’s better ways than just skipping mea—“
“I’m not dieting,” Emmett said.
“Then what is it?”
Emmett put another chip into his mouth, chewed and swallowed before answering. “I can’t eat if I don’t wash my hands first,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m aware.”
“And, I can’t wash my hands at school now,” Emmett said. “Because ever since the day I… The day with the test, Devon’s been picking on me and won’t let me into the restrooms.”
Shelby had heard Devon taunting Emmett a few times and had shouted at him to knock it off. But, she hadn’t known about this part. “Asshole,” she said.
“Yeah,” Emmett agreed. “So, I have to hold it all day, even on days when I have to go super badly, and I can’t feel clean ever.”
“You have your hand sanitizer with you all the time,” Shelby said.
“That’s okay some of the time,” Emmett said. “But, I need hot water to feel really clean.”
“You should tell someone what he’s doing,” Shelby said. “You need to have access to a restroom.”
“I can’t,” Emmett said. “If I tell, it will get worse.”
“Fine,” Shelby said. “I’ll walk with you next time you need to get in there and kick his ass if he tries to start something.”
“No!” Emmett exclaimed. That was even worse! If he got his sister to fight this battle for him, then Devon would only tease him more!
“Well, you can’t just do nothing,” Shelby said.
But, that was exactly what Emmett kept doing. He just kept on as he was, not peeing, not washing his hands, not eating, hoping that eventually Devon would get bored of this and leave him be.
Then, there came a day that Emmett couldn’t just do nothing and wait for Devon to move on.
It was was during Phys Ed, on a day in which the students had to run two laps around the lake that sat behind the school building. They were also required to drink a couple bottles of water first to stay hydrated. Those bottles went right through Emmett, and mixed with the rippling of the lakewater beside him, his bladder began to cramp and throb with a vengeance after the first lap.
It felt like he was trying to run and carry an overly-full glass of water in his hands the entire time. If he didn’t make each step as steadily and carefully as he could, the glass would spill. And, if it spilled, it would run in a shameful stream down his legs in front of everyone!
Partway through the second lap, he couldn’t run anymore. He had to take tiny, stilted steps, half hunched over with the desire to let out all that water. Even though his gait had slowed to a crawl, he was now sweating much more than he had been while actually running. He was drenched in it, he felt it rolling down his back and face and he felt his body heating up painfully. Soon, he realized he was the only one that still hadn’t finished the final lap. He told himself that maybe he could get a pass to visit the restroom after this, then Devon wouldn’t be able to follow after him. He could pee.
The sooner he finished the lap, the sooner he could get to a urinal. Emmett picked up the pace, making the sloshing ball of tension in his core slosh and bounce up and down, he felt dribbles rolling down his leg and had to fight back tears of embarrassment and disgust at the feeling. ‘Hold on,’ he told himself. ‘Just a little further…’
Finally, he’d done it. He’d completed the second lap at last. It was over. He saw the coach, Ms. Reynolds waiting off to the side a little further down the pathway and started to move towards her faster than he had moved all day.
He overheard a couple of the girls in his class talking. “I’m bored, let’s get out of here,” the first said.
“Sure,” her friend replied.
Even though Emmett was moving as fast as he could without prompting an accident, they managed to reach the coach before he did. “Can we go use the toilet?” one of them asked.
“No,” Ms. Reynolds responded. “You should have gone before class.”
“But… We’re having cramps,” the second girl said. “It’s that time of—“
“Oh, go ahead then,” said Ms. Reynolds.
Emmett overheard this and started to get worried. It sounded like the coach did not want to give out bathroom passes, and he didn’t think he could get away with the same excuse those girls had just used. Still, Emmett stayed where he was, desperately shuffling on his feet and squirming his hips as the girls walked back towards the school. He hurried forward as soon as they were gone. “M—Miss,” he stuttered. “May I pl—please use the restroom? Please?” He so rarely asked to use the restroom during class, so maybe she’d be able to tell it really was an emergency.
Ms. Reynolds just rolled her eyes though. “You should have gone during break,” she said.
“B—But… I r—really need to… That was so much water…” Emmett tried to explain, twisting his hands up around each other as he fought not to put them between his legs instead.
“No one else is having this problem,” Ms. Reynolds said. “They all drank as much as you. You either didn’t run hard enough out there to work up a sweat, or you haven’t been using your break time responsibly.”
“I— I promise I’ll be really fast,” Emmett said softly, lifting one foot off the ground after the other. Panic was building in his chest, the awful ringing alarm bells were beginning to fire through his brain again, assaulting his ear drums the same way they had the day he’d wet his pants. His heart was beating hard from the memory, from how close he felt to doing it again. “M—Miss, I—I’m s—sorry. R—Really. I just really need the restroom.”
“No,” Ms. Reynolds repeated. “You should have gone before class, there’s no excuse for this.”
“B—But—“
“Enough,” she ordered. “Go wait with the rest of the class.”
Ms. Reynolds led the class back towards the school and into the gym. Emmett was so scared. He was barely holding on by a thread when he was just trying to walk. If he had to do something more physical, he was sure he’d lose it. He was trying not to cry as he realized he was going to wet himself in front of everyone yet again. Devon was never gonna leave him alone now.
Once they were in the gym, Ms. Reynolds announced that everyone had to find a partner because they were about to do some crunches. Emmett fought back his panic when he heard that, knowing that the exercise would absolutely demolish his bladder and cause all the urine within it to shoot right out, like someone crushing a juice box in their fist. Emmett was looking around, trying to find someone he thought might cover for him and not make him do the exercise when he was so close to an accident. But, Shelby and Nova both had gym during a different time of the day.
Devon, however, did take gym with Emmett.
And Devon most definitely was NOT going to leave Emmett alone. Before Emmett knew it, Devon was beside him and announcing that he was going to be his partner. Emmett tried to protest, but then Ms. Reynolds was blowing her whistle and shouting that everyone had to get started.
Devon brought Emmett to one of the exercise mats that had been set up. Emmett hesitated at the sight of it, trying to determine if it had ever been washed. He didn’t think it had. It was no doubt covered in crusty, dried sweat and other substances that he didn’t want touching his skin. And, if he didn’t figure out a way to get out of doing these crunches, it was going to be covered in something else soon too.
“You go first,” Devon said.
Emmett twisted his feet towards each other, his hips swaying. He was already sweating like he was trapped in an overheating sauna and he hadn’t even started exercising yet! “N—No, that’s okay…” he said, trying to steady his breathing.
“Wow,” Devon said. “You must be really out of shape if just THINKING about exercise is making you get out of breath.”
Emmett didn’t reply. A gush of pee shot from his tip and wetted the front of his boxers and his thighs slammed together as he tried to plug his opening closed.
“Oh, or are you too much of a scared, little baby to lay down on the mat?” Devon asked. “Seriously, your greatest fear is of TOUCHING things, you don’t even deserve to call yourself a man.”
Emmett still didn’t say anything. He felt tears pricking the backs of his eyes again though. Emmett knew his fears were irrational better than anyone else did. He didn’t need Devon to point it out to him and taunt him over it.
Ms. Reynolds blew her whistle, “Get started, everyone!” she shouted pointedly.
‘I can’t…’ Emmett thought, trying not to let the tears fall. He was sure his eyes were big and shining now, but he was determined not to break down and cry for real. ‘If I do that, I’ll pee…’
“You heard the lady,” Devon said. “Lay down now.”
Emmett tried to speak again, but then Devon gave him a push. Emmett lost his footing for a second, and a spurt of pee along with it. He regained control over his bladder a moment later, but knew he couldn’t handle another shove, so he laid himself down on the mat.
Laying down and staring up at the ceiling with his knees bent made Emmett more aware of the way the skin of his abdomen stretched to cover the firm, round shape of his full bladder. His legs wriggled around as much as they could and his hands fluttered all around his midsection, yearning to grip hold of his crotch and never let go.
“Hands behind your head,” Devon said. “Don’t you know how to do this?”
“I do,” Emmett said. “But, I—“
“Then do it, idiot.” Devon said.
Emmett’s vision grew more blurry and he was scared the tears had started to fall as he put his hands where they were supposed to go. He shouldn’t have been so upset by the pitiful insult, but he was. The mat felt so grody, just being on it made Emmett want to claw a layer of his own skin away. He needed a urinal in the worst way, and he could feel a drop forming at the edge of his trembling urethra already, barely held back by the force of his willpower alone. And, Devon was just so mean for no reason and he was watching Emmett’s every move. It was too much.
“Okay, do it,” Devon said.
Emmett tried. But, the instant he raised his upper body even the tiniest fraction of a centimeter, two tons of pressure slammed onto his bladder like a boulder being dropped on him from above. The drop he’d barely been holding back soaked into his pants, followed by a longer spurt. He dropped himself back down. “N—Nnnh!”
“What was that?!” Devon asked through a snort. “Is that really the best you can do?”
Emmett was positive the tears were flowing now. He felt them rolling down his cheeks. He told himself to do it again, but he couldn’t even work up the nerve to try. If he did, it would be like cranking on a faucet full-blast. He’d pee and pee and pee all over himself, the mat, and probably the floor beneath it too.
“Here, I’ll help you steady yourself,” Devon then proceeded to place his hand firmly onto Emmett’s lower abdomen. In an instant, two things happened; Emmett realized that Devon definitely knew what was actually bothering him, and Emmett let out a long, hissing spurt into his boxers that likely left a damp spot, and was certainly loud enough for Devon to hear. He noticed the corner of Devon’s mouth turn upwards.
“I can’t—!” Emmett squeaked, wriggling uncontrollably beneath the intense, mounting pressure of Devon’s hand.
“Can’t what?” Devon asked.
Emmett tried to get back up, but Devon just pressed his hand more firmly into him. “Can’t wait…” he whimpered, more tears trickling, more pee flowing.
“Wait for what?”
Emmett knew that Devon already knew what he couldn’t wait for perfectly well. But, maybe if he said it Devon would leave him alone? Maybe that’s all Devon wanted? An admission that he couldn’t wait? “T-To pee…”
“Ohhh,” Devon said loudly, raising his voice several octaves. Emmett noticed their classmates turning to look over. “So, you can’t wait to pee.”
Emmett felt himself burning hot, almost choked out a sob as he tried to get up again.
“You’re going to have an accident,” Devon added even louder, adding more pressure to Emmett’s bladder.
“Pl—Please stop that,” Emmett begged.
“If you can do five crunches, I’ll stop,” Devon said.
Emmett tried to do that, but he couldn’t even raise his upper body a tiny bit without his urethra trying to transform itself into a water gun. He managed one, and as he set himself back down he sprung a leak. He did another, and it felt like something inside his body was being torn into pieces. One more, and the pain was making him cry. “I can’t…”
“You—“
Ms. Reynolds blew her whistle; “Switch!” she announced, and Emmett’s tears went from anguished to relieved.
Devon reluctantly removed his hand from Emmett’s abdomen and allowed him to get up. Emmett did so gratefully, he felt a little less close to exploding when he was standing up. But, he couldn’t stop shifting from foot to foot, swaying in place and repeatedly palming his crotch when strong spasms of need pinched at him.
Emmett couldn’t take it anymore. “W—Wait here,” he said, and he stumbled to Ms. Reynolds again. “I—I know you s—said earlier that I c—can’t— But…May I pl—please use the restroom n—now?” he managed. He didn’t understand how anyone could be cruel enough to deny him now, he was twisted up like a poorly constructed pretzel, holding himself and actually crying.
“No,” Ms. Reynolds said. “I already told you. And your partner needs you to count for them. Go back.”
Emmett wanted to fight it, he wanted to say “But I’m gonna have an accident!” but the words remained locked behind his clenched teeth as he limped and hobbled back to Devon.
“Awww, poor wittle Emmett,” Devon sarcastically cooed. “Can’t hold his pee-pee long enough to make it to the potty, can he? No he can’t, no he can’t! Emmett’s gonna make a tinkle in his pants, isn’t he? Oh, yes he is!”
Emmett couldn’t unclench his jaw enough to talk. He felt like if he relaxed any muscles anywhere in his body, he’d pee.
Devon proceeded to do several crunches, snickering a bit at Emmett’s misfortune between each one. “This is how a real man does crunches,” Devon informed.
Emmett didn’t bother keeping count for him. Emmett didn’t think he could even remember HOW to count right now if he tried. It was difficult to keep a single thought in his head, the only things that existed any more were his painfully bloated bladder and the urine swishing around inside of it and searching for a way out. He was going to explode.
He just kept bouncing in place, clutching himself and pacing tiny steps back and forth until Ms. Reynolds finally blew her whistle again and said they were dismissed for the day. Emmett was the first one out the door, moving as briskly as he could even as his swift movements caused more and more pee to glide down his legs. He had to get to the nearest restroom before Devon did, then he’d dart into the first stall and lock himself safely inside. Then, even if Devon followed him in, he’d at least have access to a toilet.
Miraculously, he managed to reach the restroom before Devon had caught up with him. But, Emmett knew his tormenter could not be far behind, he hurried inside and into a stall, noisily slamming the lock into place. He was safe now. He was protected within the walls of the stall, and best of all there was a toilet right there, free for him to use to his heart’s content. He moved one trembling hand off of his dick, allowing the other to squeeze it a few seconds longer before he tugged down his zip.
Before he could aim himself properly, there was a loud slam of fists against the door to his stall. It made him jump and begin peeing uncontrollably onto the floor, splashing so forcefully that it managed to wet his shoe before he corrected the trajectory and got it flowing into the toilet bowl where it belonged. “Gah!” he exclaimed, both from the awful shock of the moment, and from the absolutely revolting knowledge that his own piss had sloshed onto his shoe.
He’d yelped a bit loudly, loud enough that his cry was heard over the torrential downpour currently erupting from his bladder and slamming into the water in the toilet.
Another slam came then, but Emmett was less started. He was going too loose to feel startled, all of the muscles inside him that had been pulled taut like rubber bands were slackening as his bladder deflated. “Ahhh…”
Then, came Devon’s voice; “Did wittle Emmett make it to the big boy potty?”
Emmett didn’t reply. He knew he’d feel embarrassed once he was finished, but for now he just wanted to enjoy how good this felt. Because, wow did this ever feel good… He was barely even able to keep track of what was going on outside his stall. The moment he’d aimed and had stopped fighting the inevitable, a wave of relief had washed over him and he let the sweet satisfaction carry him away. He exhaled loudly once more, “Phew…” As more time passed, instead of slowing down, his stream only continued to build in intensity.
Vaguely, he could hear Devon still talking. “That’s disgusting,” Devon said. “How can you be pissing like that for so long? You have something wrong with you.”
Emmett had no idea why he said what he said next, he knew it was asking for trouble, and he knew that this was an absolutely nauseating thing to take pride in… He didn’t know why he thought replying to Devon was a good idea. All he did know was that his bladder still felt pretty tight and full, it didn’t even feel half-empty yet, and in a moment of inspiration, he remembered the words of his bully and coolly replied “This is how a real man pees.”
There was yet another slamming of fists against the stall door, and Emmett knew he’d managed to strike a nerve. That knowledge made him feel even more pleasure than the relief still flowing out of him was making him feel.
“No, Emmett, you’re not a real man. You’re just a freak. And, it’s no wonder you always think things are contaminated, your own body’s a fucking bio-hazard carrying so much piss around all the time!”
Emmett didn’t know which stung more, the insult about his germ fears or the fact that, in one fell swoop, Devon had placed himself above Emmett once more. Devon laughed loudly at his own mediocre joke, then went quiet, but Emmett knew he was still there. Just standing right outside the stall and listening to him gush out more and more and more pee in a never-ending stream that now felt shameful instead of triumphant.
Emmett finished up about a minute later, he shivered a little as his stream met its end, which only served to make him feel worse. He zipped up and turned around, knowing he was going to have to open the stall eventually to go to his next class, and knowing that Devon would be right there on the other side of it.
After a few more seconds spent trying to prepare himself, he opened the door and tried to step around Devon whom was blocking his path. “Let me through,” he requested softly. “Please.”
“Okay, freak,” Devon said.
Emmett wordlessly headed for the sinks. It was the first time he’d been able to wash his hands off all day, and he was eager to get some of the germs from the nasty gym mats off of himself. He cranked the water on as hot as it would go, and scrubbed the soap into his skin even harder than he usually would, Devon’s comment from earlier ringing in his ears ‘Your body’s a fucking bio-hazard, freak.’ |
Collective punishment was never fair. Making everyone suffer for the misdeeds of a few people was just plain cruel. However, this practice was one of the favorites employed by Emmett’s school. Following an incident where one of the restrooms was badly ransacked and vandalized, with graffiti sprayed on the walls and mirrors broken, it was decided that they would be locked for the better part of each day, only opened during a brief, select time period during which someone would monitor students going in and out.
The issue was that people’s bodies didn’t work like that. They couldn’t make themselves only need to pee during that brief window of time during which it was now permissible. For example, Shelby typically had a big glass of water before school and would badly need to go after second period. But, the restrooms were locked until after sixth. The first day of this new policy proved awful for her, there had been zero warning given to students that the toilets were about to be off-limits for most of the day, and she’d only barely made it through without an accident.
When the toilets were locked off, so too were the sinks. So, Emmett was still forced to endure entire school days without being able to properly cleanse his hands. Sixth period also occurred after lunch, so Emmett was still unable to eat until after he’d gotten home. Emmett tried to focus on the one positive the situation had brought; since the restrooms were being monitored, that meant that when they finally were open for use, Emmett could get to one without Devon being able to block him or torment him in any way under the watchful eye of the school staff.
But, the bad far outweighed the good. Not only did Emmett still not have proper access to soap and hot water, now when the time finally came that the restrooms were available, the lines for them were enormous. On days when Emmett knew that he couldn’t make it until he got home, he’d find himself twisting and squirming in the massive line, mentally begging for it to move faster as the hard boulder of his bladder began to split and crack. He wasn’t the only one dancing around in urgency, of course. Everyone ahead of him would be dying to go as well, and everyone behind him too. He was just one desperate person among many whom were just as bad off as he was.
Across the hallway, the women’s room line would be even worse. He felt bad for Shelby and Nova having to deal with that. Emmett was barely able to handle the shorter line for the men’s room without leaking, if he’d had to wait in the even longer one he was sure he’d find himself standing in very wet pants. He’d noticed Nova and Shelby standing in those lines, both doubled over and pink in the face with need. While he was sure he looked much the same, he still felt awful for them because he knew they were going to be stuck waiting even longer than he was.
Emmett was surprised there hadn’t been any accidents yet.
That would change about a week after the awful new policy was implemented.
That day, Emmett didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but he had to pee so badly it felt like urine was about to spill out of his nose. He didn’t know why he was having such an absolute emergency, ever since the implementation of the asinine new toilet rules, he’d been extremely careful with how much he had to drink before school each morning. He’d also been waiting until the last possible second to take his morning pee before leaving the house, trying to ensure his bladder was as empty as it could possibly get.
But, even with those precautions taken, by the start of sixth period— the last hour he’d have to suffer through before the restrooms would be open— He felt like there was about a ninety percent chance he’d piss his pants. He wanted to beg his teacher— The one for this class was usually so nice to him— to allow him relief somehow, but knew it wouldn’t work. This wasn’t her policy. She couldn’t change it for him. No matter how much he needed it.
He took his seat beside Nova and instantly his knees took to frantic bouncing. When his knee knocked into hers, Emmett realized Nova wasn’t doing much better than he was. “S—Sorry,” Emmett whispered to her.
“It’s okay,” Nova said. “I understand. Believe me,” she added miserably.
Emmett tried not to notice the way she was jiggling in her chair, the way her hand was tucked and pressed between her legs. He felt so embarrassed squirming around like he was covered in fleas in front of her, and knew she must have felt similarly doing the same in front of him.
This was so unfair. Emmett hadn’t had anything to do with the vandalism. He should be allowed to pee. He was certain Nova hadn’t taken part in it, either, so why should she be forced to go through this? To distract himself from his awful need to use the toilet, Emmett tried brainstorming ways to fix the problem. But, it wasn’t like he could just go to the principal and tell him this was an awful, stupid thing to do to people. He’d never been able to handle confrontation without breaking out in a cold sweat and forgetting how to breathe. Shelby was more suited for that… But, she didn’t really know how to present an argument in a respectful way. She was more likely to just insult the principal and make him more unwilling to change the rule.
Soon, Emmett could no longer dwell on possible solutions to the situation. All he could dwell on was the here and now. And, right now, he had to pee so badly that he could barely breathe. He was taking in tiny, little puffs of air. Breathing deeply placed pressure onto his bladder and made it scream to be released, not caring that he was in the middle of a classroom. He’d already leaked once. His legs alternated between bouncing uncontrollably and banging against one another. He crossed them, uncrossed them, recrossed them, begging his bladder to hold it together a while longer. A tiny squeak of surprise fell from his lips as he felt a jet of pee soak the crotch of his boxers. He bounced frantically in his chair, pressing both hands against his dick as he struggled to plug up the leak. He 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. He’d begin to pee, clench with all his might, recover, and a few minutes later another spurt would wet his cooling pants.
The teacher talked at the class for a few minutes, but Emmett heard nothing of it. He doubted anyone else did either. Eventually, they were instructed to discuss the book they were reading with their neighbor, but that wasn’t what Nova and Emmett talked about at all. They instead talked about how idiotic the new policy was, how the school should have just tried to find the person that was actually responsible for the vandalism and punish them instead of torturing literally everyone.
Emmett was trying very, very hard not to squirm and dance in his chair with Nova watching him. He remembered the day at the mall, how she’d said that she thought his little pee-dance was actually cute, but… She had probably just been saying that to make him feel better, right? He didn’t think anybody could possibly find what he was doing now attractive. He was sweaty, panting heavily and jiggling so much he looked like he was vibrating.
He was also trying very, very hard not to pay attention to Nova’s fidgeting. He couldn’t help but notice it though. He was looking at her every time she said something to him, and so there was no way to avoid watching as she jiggled up and down in her seat. There was no way to ignore the pink blush on her cheeks or the way her hands kept tugging at the bottom of her shirt uncomfortably. Seeing someone who was usually so calm compared to him suddenly become so jittery was hard not to take note of… Up until this vandalism fiasco, Emmett actually hadn’t ever seen Nova needing to go really bad, he didn’t think. It was not as though he kept track of that sort of thing, but he could not recall ever seeing her so squirmy.
“Are you going to be okay?” Nova asked him.
Emmett blushed. He’d been under no illusion that Nova had somehow been unable to tell he had to pee, but it was still embarrassing to have her bring it up like that… “I—I hope so,” he managed. He wanted to ask her the same question, but felt too awkward to get the words out.
The bell rang. At last!
“Finally…” Nova sighed out, and Emmett turned away from her as she stood, only catching the way she doubled over on herself the instant she was out of her seat through the corner of his eye.
Emmett gingerly got to his feet, maintaining his fraying control of his bladder. He took minced, contorted steps from the room, noting that several of his classmates were doing the same. By the time he reached the door to the men’s room he’d been fantasizing about for what felt like days, the line was already horrendously long! He found himself stepping into place behind several other bursting guys that were swaying on their feet and praying for the line to move faster. Emmett swore the line was longer today than ever before. He didn’t know if he could make it.
As a couple guys emerged, pink faced and relieved, from the restroom, Emmett concentrated all his might on holding it. It was going to be a while before he had his turn at one of the urinals, so he needed to do whatever he could to wait until then. He didn’t feel TOO embarrassed to be jumping from foot to foot, winding his legs together, or even openly holding himself anymore. Everyone in line with him was doing the same thing. But, no matter how experienced Emmett was at this particular dance, it wasn’t enough to make him stop dribbling. Every few seconds almost, it seemed a few errant drops would escape his over-stretched bladder. He’d feel his damp crotch suddenly go warm again as he continued to pinch his opening, and it would fill him with panic that today was going to be the day; The day he had another total accident at school.
He glanced across the hall at the line for the women’s room, hoping Nova was okay. He spotted her, jiggling in the middle of the line. Her legs were wound together much as his were, and both her hands were cupped beneath her skirt. She had the most pained expression on her face that Emmett thought he’d ever seen on anybody. Her eyes were scrunched shut, her teeth were gritted, her cheeks were flushed bright pink.
Flushed. Ohhhh, Emmett should NOT have thought that word! He gripped himself tighter as a fresh spurt of pee forced its way past his barriers.
“Ohhh! Come on!” Emmett heard a familiar voice shout.
He looked back up. Shelby had just come down the hall and was now stuck at the very end of the line. The sight of her made his chest clench. She seemed noticeably more desperate than anyone ahead of her. She almost looked like she was about to start crying, and he felt awful. It was such an unfair situation. His poor sister looked like she was about to pee her pants at school like a Kindergarten student! Like Nova, Shelby was usually pretty laid back compared to Emmett, but it was somehow less strange for him to see her jumping up and down, dying for the toilet. Maybe just because they’d grown up together. He’d seen her desperate to pee lots of times, particularly whenever he took too long in the shower.
Emmett continued swaying in line for a few minutes. Every so often he’d have to endure the sound of a toilet or urinal being flushed, and he’d have to clench his thighs as hard as he could to keep himself from losing any more spurts than he already had. He very nearly tapped the guy in front of him, trying to work up the nerve to beg for permission to cut ahead before he exploded, but he froze up at the mere thought of doing that. His ability to speak evaporated like he wished the liquid in his bladder would.
As he tried again to persuade himself to ask, he felt a tap on his own shoulder and jumped. A single drop of liquid snaked down his urethra and bloomed warmly in his boxers.
“Let me cut,” a voice said.
Emmett cringed as he made himself turn around, stamping his feet in place involuntarily. Devon had gotten into line behind him. Emmett still could not find his voice. Devon’s hips were twisting with clear desperation, and one hand was shoved into his pocket, obviously in an attempt to discreetly grip his dick. Yet, even though his bully was pee-dancing in front of him and obviously in a vulnerable position, Emmett was still frightened of him.
Emmett knew that if Devon cut ahead of him, he wouldn’t make it in time. It was a toss-up if he was going to be able to get through the line at all, he absolutely couldn’t manage waiting through an extra person! He shook his head back and forth quickly.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’ve already pissed your pants once,” Devon said. “What’s it matter if you do it again?”
“I… I have already been waiting a while…” Emmett said softly. “I’m sorry, I’ll try and be fast when it’s my turn. I promise.”
“Not good enough,” Devon said. “Let me through.”
Emmett refused to budge, and with the hall monitor observing the line, he felt safe that Devon would not try to shove him out of the way or grip and twist his arm painfully until he either pissed his pants or gave in.
“Now,” Devon hissed out, and Emmett couldn’t tell if his teeth were clenching just in anger or out of desperation.
Again, Emmett shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “If I didn’t… If I didn’t… Need it so much, I’d let you go first, but I just—“
“I don’t care if you can’t hold it,” Devon said. “It’s not my fault you have a weak bladder. I have to go, now move.”
Emmett was confused. Surely, if Devon needed to cut so bad, then that meant HIS bladder was the weaker one, right? Unless, he didn’t actually have to pee that badly and was just trying to make Emmett have another accident? Emmett didn’t think that was the case, from Devon’s squirmy body language and cracking voice— two things he would never allow to happen if he could help them— it sure looked like he was having an emergency.
“I can’t,” Emmett said, as if to emphasize his point, his bladder sent him a painful, urgent spasm of need that left him almost doubled over, hands clutching tightly at his groin. “Nnnh!”
“You’re gonna piss your pants anyway,” Devon said. “Just—“
“H—Hey,” Shelby snapped from the other end of the hall. Emmett looked across to her, noticing that she now looked even worse off than before. She was cupping herself, fingers pressing desperately into the material of her pants, and her legs were crossed so tight she may have been cutting off the blood circulation. “Leave him alone! H—He got there before you!”
“You need a girl to fight your battles?” Devon asked Emmett. “Wow. I knew you were pathetic, but just… Wow.”
Emmett turned back around and tried to just concentrate on holding it in. He tried to ignore all the pokes Devon gave to his back and all the snide comments about how he should just get out of the line since he was going to have an accident before he reached the bathroom anyway.
At one point, he looked across the hallway at the women’s room line again, just in time to see the girl ahead of Nova— whom, while clearly uncomfortable, didn’t seem as close to an accident as Nova did—whisper something to Nova and then allow her to cut ahead. Emmett saw Nova exhale a puff of air and give the other girl a grateful smile. Emmett felt some of his tension spontaneously fade, and he realized then just how worried he’d been that Nova would either hurt herself or have something horribly embarrassing happen to her. In spite of how desperate he still was to void his bladder, Emmett actually felt a small bit of relief now that he knew Nova was in a better position. He hoped someone would be kind enough to let Shelby cut as well…
But, when he started thinking about that, he felt a little guilty for refusing to let Devon go ahead of him. He knew that that would be the NICE thing to do, but he just… He couldn’t risk ANOTHER accident, and he was just barely hanging on by a thread as it was! ‘Devon’s such a jerk to you all the time,’ Emmett told himself. ‘You shouldn’t feel bad about this. Think if your roles were reversed. You really think Devon would let you skip? He’d probably pin you to the wall and squeeze on your bladder until you wet yourself if you even asked!’
He knew that that was probably true, he knew that it was ridiculous to feel concern for someone that tormented him and would sooner sell him to a cult of cannibals than ever do anything nice for him… But, Emmett still felt the tiniest bit of guilt.
Soon, Emmett was nearly through the line enough to actually get into the restroom. Something that he was both looking forward to and dreading; Looking forward to it since it meant he’d be closer to actually unzipping at a toilet, and dreading it because he’d be able to hear everyone ahead of him spray out their long held streams. That was one of the most torturous things about being in line to pee, he was forced to endure the sounds of relief that wasn’t his. ‘You’re close,’ he assured himself. ‘You’re so close. You’re so, so close. You can make it.’
His bladder was so full that it felt like it must have been the size of a watermelon, and now clearly being able to hear every flush and every hiss of urine was making his hands dig more firmly into his crotch. ‘I can hold it,’ he thought. ‘I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. Ohhhh, please let me be able to hold it!’
He could feel his hands growing clammy and damp as they kept pressing to hold back the massive flood. He felt disgusted at the sensation of his own bodily waste hitting his flesh, but he didn’t dare move his hands from their position; if he did, then that bodily waste would surely begin running down his legs instead. He noted now that a lot of the guys he went to school with apparently did not wash their hands after urinating. He would have been perturbed by the lack of hygiene, but he was actually relieved that the sinks were being ignored. If he’d ended up needing to listen to them running, he would have lost it for sure.
A few minutes later, he was next in line to go. His desperation reached a fevered pitch at the realization and he did every pee-dance move he could think of as he begged for one of the stalls or urinals to open up for him.
The door to the first stall swung open. Emmett dashed for it as fast as he could. Which was maybe not the best decision since it made him start to leak once again. The guy who had just left the stall barely had time to step out of the way as Emmett dashed inside it. “Sorry!” Emmett said.
“It’s okay,” the other guy said a little awkwardly.
Deciding that, given how crowded the room was, he really would like a bit of extra privacy, Emmett shakily shut the stall door and drew the lock into place, his stream right at the very edge of his pee-hole, begging to be let out. That done, he spun around while yanking down his zip. He freed his dick faster than he thought he ever had before and aimed himself at the toilet.
Then, he stopped all his efforts at keeping his liquid inside his body In an instant, a torrential downpour erupted from him. The storm sprayed loudly into the bowl, pouring away and taking all his tension with it. Aware that there were many other people in the room with him, he fought not to moan at the wonderful feeling. Even if some of the guys at the urinals or in the other stalls were sighing with relief, Emmett felt too embarrassed to allow the same noise to fall from his own lips, so kept his teeth clenched to keep himself from groaning involuntarily.
Then, there was the slam of fists against the door to his stall. He jumped, and his stream went haywire for a second, wetting the rim of the bowl. He didn’t need to ask who it was, he already knew.
“Hurry up!” Devon snapped.
“I’m going as fast as I can!” Emmett said. “I promise!”
“You’ve been in there long enough!”
Emmett felt nowhere close to done. He’d only just started! And he’d needed to go so badly! He gave a push and tried to speed up his stream, but there was just so much in him that had to come out, and Devon yelling at him was frightening and actually making it a little difficult to keep his flow going at all… If anything, his trickling was beginning to slow down!
“Hurry up!” Devon repeated, and there was obvious anger in his voice that made Emmett feel very scared.
Emmett’s chest started to tighten up, his breathing became shorter, and his stream began to really dwindle even though he STILL had to go really bad! Again, he bore down on his muscles, trying to keep himself from stopping altogether.
“Come out. Now!” Devon snapped.
Emmett couldn’t come out now! He was still peeing! Slowly, sure, but he WAS peeing. If he tucked himself back away now and came out, he’d end up finishing his pee in his pants after trying so hard to hold it! “I can’t! I’m not finished yet!”
Emmett expected Devon to yell at him again, but he didn’t. Once a few seconds passed with no angry knocking or shouting, Emmett’s stream picked back up and resumed its forceful, gushing burst from before. Now, he DID let himself sigh. He just couldn’t help it. “Haaahhhh….”
Then, he heard yet another hiss of liquid. It wasn’t coming from him, and it sounded different from the waves of pee spraying into the other toilets. It sounded a lot closer to where Emmett was, too… Emmett didn’t allow himself to speculate on what that new, unusual sound may have been. He had an idea, but couldn’t make himself believe it. Instead, Emmett just focused on how good he felt, watching his powerful, clear stream of urine spatter forcefully into the toilet after so much time being forced to contain it.
Once he was empty, a nice chill went up his spine, making him shudder. “Ahhh…” he sighed out again. All better… He zipped up and opened his stall, enjoying how much lighter his body felt now that it wasn’t eighty percent piss. As he stepped out, Emmett saw Devon, and he was confirming Emmett’s earlier suspicion.
The crotch of Devon’s pants was soaked through. One of the legs was utterly drenched, and the other leg was pretty damp as well. His white shoes were tinted yellow and an enormous puddle was at his feet. He looked like he was in shock, like he couldn’t even believe this had actually happened.
“Oh my gosh!” Emmett exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! I— I promise, I really WAS trying to finish as fast as I could, I promise! I tried! Are you okay!?”
Devon didn’t reply, just shoved Emmett against the wall before running from the room.
Emmett felt his skin erupt and begin crawling with germs when it made contact with the bathroom wall. He hurried for the sink to wash off as much as he could, now dying to get home and shower.
After scrubbing himself with hot water violently for as long as he could, feeling utterly ashamed at how many people were bearing witness to his intense personal hygiene practices, Emmett exited the restroom. He tried to think of the positives. Devon was probably going to be worse to him than ever before now. He felt like his skin was infected with disease. But… At least he’d made it to the toilet in time? At least he’d peed?
He waited for a few minutes, hoping Nova and Shelby had made it alright as well. He saw Nova come out of the women’s room soon, finally able to stand up straight. He waved to her and she came over. He tried to ask if she was okay again, but still couldn’t get past the awkward feelings associated with asking her about her bladder. She didn’t seem to have the same problem, however. “Feel better?”
“Kind of,” Emmett said.
“Hm? What’s—“
“Oh my God!” Shelby interrupted, walking up to them. She no longer looked like she was fighting back tears. “I was seriously gonna explode!”
Emmett said nothing.
“What’s the matter?” Shelby asked. “Don’t you feel bett—“
Emmett tried to explain all the things that had happened with Devon in the restroom.
“Wait… You… APOLOGIZED to him!?” Shelby interrupted.
“Well, yeah,” Emmett shrugged. “I made him have an accident…”
“You didn’t,” Nova said. “That’s not your fault.”
“And, besides,” Shelby added. “He was bullying you the whole time you were in line, he picks on you constantly, he locked you in a closet once, he—“
“I know,” Emmett said.
“My point is, he doesn’t deserve an apology,” Shelby said. “He’s awful to you all the time. Honestly, he deserved to piss his pants. Just a shame not enough people saw it.”
“That’s not nice,” Emmett said.
“HE’S not nice,” Shelby said.
“You don’t need to be nice to people that treat you so badly,” Nova told him.
Emmett felt a little better. He knew they were right. He did not owe Devon an apology. He should not have even felt sorry for him at all, but he still did. He couldn’t help it. |
If Emmett moved his hands, he was gonna pee his pants. No question about it. His hands, pressed firmly against his trembling pee-hole, were the only things preventing the gallons and gallons of liquid inside his body from spraying out in an uncontainable rush. The universe had shrank ages ago; All that existed anymore was his bladder and the urine contained within it. Minutes had become hours. Hours had become days.
He looked out the window of the bus, seeing that they still had not moved an inch. He was going on an overnight trip with his class. It was supposed to have been fun, but now they’d been caught in horrific traffic for hours, and Emmett’s kidneys had been pumping along the whole time.
He hated it. He’d been smart this time, he really had. He’d bitten the bullet and had one last pee before getting on the bus; He’d forced himself to use the gross school toilets even though it made him scared. But, even if he’d entered the bus as empty as he could be, he was now bursting within an inch of his life. Still, he was glad he’d used the restroom right before leaving. He shuddered to think how atrocious his bladder would be feeling right now if he hadn’t. He probably would have already peed himself, hands or no hands.
He was grateful that he had the window seat, Nova was beside him, so it wouldn’t be as easy for anyone to notice the position of his hands. Even if someone saw and commented, even if they made fun of him, he knew he’d still be unable to move them. A pang of need soared through his bloated body and he squeezed even harder, his thighs tightening around his hands. How was it even possible to need to pee this badly? Surely there had to be a limit to how much a person’s bladder could hurt, right? But, every few minutes, it was noticeably worse than before.
He hadn’t told Nova that he needed the restroom yet, but he doubted that she didn’t already know. He was the picture-perfect example of someone that was on the verge of wetting themselves. He was doubled over, holding himself, thighs clenching, legs pretzeled together. He wouldn’t be surprised if he even looked a little swollen around the edges.
Indeed, Nova could tell very easily what the issue was, “Once the traffic is clear,” she said. “I’ll go ask the teachers to stop somewhere for you.”
Emmett blushed all over. He bounced his legs, crossed his thighs, almost curled himself up into a ball. His hands were working overtime trying to pin his opening closed. “I—“
“I know, gas station toilets are… Difficult for you,” Nova added. “But, you’re hurting yourself, you need to…” she bit her tongue, certain that if she even said the word ‘pee’ at this point, Emmett would proceed to do exactly that all over the seat. “You’re just gonna have to make do with whatever they can find.”
Emmett hadn’t even been thinking about how nauseatingly grotesque the toilet the bus stopped at was likely to be. His heart pounded violently in his chest at the thought of the repulsive situation he was going to have to force himself into… But, then his heart pounded with even more fervor when he realized how incredibly unlikely it was that the bus would stop at all. Even if the traffic ever did move, he doubted if the teachers would agree to a stop so a single student could empty his bladder; Even if said student’s bladder was close to exploding.
Emmett was scared now. It really did feel like he was going to explode. He knew that that couldn’t actually happen, but he did know that there was something else that definitely could.
His bladder could rupture.
He knew that it could. If too much pressure built up in there, the organ could rupture.
Now that he’d thought about ruptured bladders, he couldn’t stop thinking about them.
This was something that happened to him often. He would think of a potential, awful outcome, and his brain would latch onto it, like a frog flinging its tongue out to capture a fly. His brain would refuse to let go of it, it would snuggle up to it like glue and before Emmett could even try to stop it, before he could try to diffuse and calm down, the thoughts would begin to fly.
He knew the symptoms of a ruptured bladder. Things like pelvic and lower abdominal pain, tenderness, leakage of urine, back pain… Things that he was experiencing right now. Things that, logically, he knew were only happening because he had to pee really, really badly. He was experiencing a very desperate need for a urinal, not a medical catastrophe. But, knowing this, telling himself this, trying to use logic and reason, none of those were decent enough weapons to use against the illogical, thrumming panic inside his brain.
His brain told him that his bladder was going to rupture. His brain told him that his bladder rupturing was life-threatening. His brain told him that he was literally going to die a horrific, agonizing death very soon if he didn’t pee.
And, just like that, he was in a panic.
His heart was thumping in his ringing ears, his chest was erupting with pain, he could hardly breathe, and cold sweat rolled down him in buckets. Through his terror, he told himself to just let go, to just pee his pants… But, he couldn’t do it. Now his body was so tight and tense and so far from his control that he couldn’t even force himself to have the accident that he’d been so sure was inevitable.
“Hey, hey,” Nova said. “Shhh…” she was rubbing his arm now. “Breathe. It’s okay,” she soothed. “In and out now… Hold my—“ She stopped, she was about to tell him to squeeze her hand for comfort, something that usually helped him calm down out of his panicked state. But, currently both his hands were wedged firmly between his thighs and she doubted he could move them.
So, instead, she just kept stroking his arm. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” And slowly, his breathing returned to normal. Or, at least as normal as it could be when his entire body was brimming with pee.
He mumbled out that he felt like his bladder was going to rupture, that he needed to go to the hospital.
“Shhh…” Nova repeated, then wondered if she should stop making that noise when she noticed how much tenser Emmett’s thighs got at the sound of it. “I mean, it’s alright. That’s not going to happen. You’ll… Uh… Empty out before THAT happens,” she said. She continued rubbing his arm. She’d seen him needing the toilet really urgently a few times, and ordinarily thought the little dance he couldn’t help was weirdly cute, but it wasn’t cute now. Not when his need was making him feel so scared.
Emmett started to exhale when he felt the bus moving again at last. Then he yelped and dug his hands even firmer into his crotch when it suddenly stopped again just a couple seconds later. They’d barely moved at all!
Nova let go of him when he’d made that noise. She still wanted to comfort him and keep him calm, but she didn’t think her touch alone would be enough to do it anymore. No, the only thing that would make him feel better would be peeing. She picked up her bag, hoping she had something that would make a decent emergency toilet for him. She realized as she searched that, if she did find something, that meant he’d… do it in front of her.
The idea of that made Nova feel really funny inside. She wasn’t even sure what to call the feeling. It was like she both really, really wanted to see it, but also really, really didn’t think she SHOULD want to see it. And, those two conflicting feelings swirled around inside her to become a deeply confusing maelstrom.
Nevertheless, it didn’t really matter. There was nothing in her bag that could be used to hold any amount of liquid, and definitely not the gallon of it Emmett was clearly holding onto. She wondered if she should try asking someone else if they had a bottle. Emmett would be humiliated if she went around the bus asking if anyone was willing to provide him with a urinal, though…
Maybe he’d be at least a little less embarrassed if she just asked his sister? “Hold on,” Nova told him, giving his arm another stroke. “I’m gonna try and get you something.”
Emmett did hold on. He wasn’t sure how, but he held on. He kept holding on. Even though it felt impossible. Maybe it wasn’t, though? After all, while he was absolutely coming apart at the seams and felt like he was going to pee any second, his need had more or less stagnated for a bit now. Maybe he could just keep at it and put up with it for another ten minutes. Then another. Then another. One step at a time, until he was finally able to release his bladder. Like how swimmers approach each race one lap at a time…
Whyyyyy did he just think about water!?
The throbbing, the burning, the pain, it went on and on and on as he sat there and waited, and begged for the traffic to go away. He was dreaming of flying down the road at lightning speeds, the bus stopping, himself rushing from it to find a urinal right there just as he escaped this miserable prison. He was imagining unzipping himself, letting it all flow away, and—
Hsss!
He leaked again, he strained his thighs together more.
Nova returned with a disappointed look on her face. “Sorry,” she said. “Shelby didn’t have a bottle, either…”
Emmett barely heard her. All he could hear now was the screaming in his bladder and the monotonous litany inside his head; ‘GOTTA PEE, GOTTA PEE, GOTTA PEE!!’ He was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. His body was acting on its own, and he just needed to go so bad, and he couldn’t take it, and it hurt, and he would do anything to pee, and—
Finally, he felt the bus start to move. To really move. Not the starting and stopping, but actual movement. They were on their way again. He looked to Nova with a plea on his lips. He needed the bus to pull over, needed it to bring him to a toilet. He didn’t even care if it was the grossest toilet in the country, so long as he could pee in it and not have to feel this way anymore.
Nova stood and walked to the front of the bus, and Emmett felt a glimmer of hope.
It shattered like a faberge egg on concrete when Nova returned just a minute later, frowning. “They said no stops, we’re already behind their schedule because of the traffic.”
“I can’t…” Emmett whimpered. “I’ve n—never felt it like this before.” He started to breathe harshly again.
“It’s okay,” Nova said. She was running out of ways to keep him calm. His desperation was clearly scaring him, and the only way to get rid of it would be to have him pee his pants. And she didn’t think that wetting himself when their entire class was on the bus with him would help him feel relaxed and calm, either! “We should be there soon.”
“What if there’s more traffic?”
“Don’t think about that.”
“What if I can’t wait?”
“Don’t think about that.”
“What if my bladder ruptures first?”
“Don’t think about that.”
“Wh—What if…” Emmett moaned. “I’m really sorry about this. I’m disgusting.”
“You’re not. You’re not disgusting because your body has needs,” Nova said.
“But… I’m…” he lowered his voice. “I’ve been… leaking. And—“
“It’s okay,” Nova said. “I don’t think you’re gross. You can’t control it.”
“I’m so—“
“If I thought you were gross, I wouldn’t do this,” Nova said, and leaned in for a deep kiss. Finally, some of Emmett’s taut, straining muscles melted while her tongue found its way into his mouth. They’d probably be in trouble if one of the teachers saw, but they were all way up front. And, this was a very welcome distraction from needing to pee. After a minute, their lips separated.
“You’re okay,” Nova said. “You can make it.” The second statement was one Nova was a little less certain of. Truthfully, the fact that he was only just ‘leaking’ right now seemed like nothing short of a miracle to her.
The next half hour was not the least bit easy. Emmett couldn’t keep himself from bouncing, and it took a concentrated effort not to pull his hands away from his dick in disgust when he felt his crotch growing warm and damp from all the leaks he couldn’t stop. He felt so vile, his hands coming into contact with his own bodily waste. The bodily waste that he was unable to contain inside himself… His breathing was ragged and he had to focus really hard on each breath, and on staring straight ahead to keep from working himself into another anxiety attack.
Finally, the bus stopped again, and they were at their destination; A somewhat upscale campground that consisted of a series of cabins and other small buildings. Nova was gently urging him onto his feet, and once he was doing the closest thing to ‘standing up’ that he could manage in his current state, she was tugging him towards the door. They were in the back, so they were supposed to wait for everyone else to get off first, but Emmett couldn’t handle any more waiting, and Nova knew it.
They were the first two off, even beating the teachers. Nova was turning about, trying to find the restrooms, and hoping for Emmett’s sake that they wouldn’t be too gross.
“W—We have to wait for the t—teachers, we’ll get in trouble,” Emmett managed to squeak.
“You can’t wait,” Nova stated the obvious. She finally saw a sign on one of the buildings, designating it as a restroom. “Okay, come on. Just a little further.”
Emmett was still scared about being in trouble for wandering off, but his bladder couldn’t care less. Even if the school administration decided that rushing for the toilet before he’d gotten permission was worthy of expulsion, it would be worth it if he could actually pee.
They arrived at the building, and Nova reached to get the door to the men’s room for him. But, it was locked. This was confusing, because it was too big to just be a single use stall. She pounded on the door instead, while Emmett jumped up and down beside her. She looked at him with sympathy, trying not to notice the dark patch going down one of his pant-legs.
A man opened the door, “We’re cleaning the restrooms right now,” he informed. “Come back later.”
And the door shut before she could argue that it was an emergency. “Eheh… Uh. At least you know they clean them now?” she offered.
Emmett doubled over on himself, before crouching down in the dirt. He was folded totally in half, his forehead brushing the dirt and his knees buckling under him.
“It’s okay,” Nova said, stroking a hand down his tight, knotted spine.
But, it was obviously very far from being okay. Pee was pattering into the dirt beneath Emmett’s curled body. He was having an accident, though clearly not as big of one as he needed to.
Nova wanted to tell him to just go, to just give up and let it happen.
But then she remembered that, technically, this was a camping trip. And, usually when people went camping, they peed in the woods… Just because there were toilets here, that didn’t mean the trees had to be off limits, did it? “New plan,” she said. “You’re gonna go in the woods.”
Emmett’s voice was soft and tiny. “I can’t, I forgot my hand sanitizer at home, so I won’t be able to—“
Nova was stunned that he actually had the capacity to still CARE about how he was going to clean his hands off after he’d finished peeing. “I... I brought some for you just in case, you’ll be fine!” she informed.
Emmett yanked himself up, unwrapping from his coiled form and getting to his feet shakily. “O—Okay,” he said, and Nova helped him take tiny steps towards the wooded area.
“Almost there, just a little further,” she said. “You can do it.”
And, a minute later, they were there. Concealed by the bushes and trees. Now that he’d found somewhere to release, Emmett was met by his next obstacle.
If Emmett moved his hands, he was gonna pee his pants. No question about it.
He needed to move his hands to get his zipper down, though.
“Nnnhhh…” Emmett whimpered, jumping in place. He removed one hand from over his crotch, but the spill that started immediately thereafter made it tuck itself right back where it had been. “I can’t—“
Nova noticed him struggling… This… Really wasn’t how she’d THOUGHT the first time she touched his zipper would go, but… “Want some help?”
“Please!?”
Nova rushed to his side, and reached between his coiled wrists to unbutton his fly. “Move your hands for just a tiny second,” she said. “Just a second.”
Emmett did, painfully, and Nova yanked his zipper down in one fast tug. Her fingers were a little wet as she pulled her hand away, and Emmett’s own hands frantically dove into his boxers, rescuing his leaking cock. Now that the pressure of his hands was gone from his opening, the leaks had turned into a torrential downpour that he aimed blindly into the dirt.
Nova was still right at his side. No doubt WAY closer than she should have been to a guy while he was urinating. But, she found herself unable to move. Emmett was peeing a huge, forceful waterfall against the ground, his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut in utter bliss.
Nova couldn’t look away either. That face Emmett was making was gorgeous. There was no other word to describe it. His eyes gently closed, his lips parted. A few seconds later, a moan fell from them. “Ahhhhh…. I’m so sorry, Nova. I know you don’t want to see… Ohhhh…”
Nova 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 of relief.
The entire thing was just so interesting. His expression, the sounds— both from his throat and from his hissing stream itself— the forcefulness of his pee… It was cute. It was cute that simply peeing had turned this usually anxiety-stricken person into a shivering, shuddering moaning picture of total relaxation. She had the weird urge to hold him a little as he shook with relief. He probably wouldn’t appreciate that very much, though.
After almost two full minutes of nonstop spraying, Emmett’s bladder finally ceased its gushing. He stood there in a daze for several seconds before he remembered himself enough to zip back up and button his fly. He turned a little to face Nova. “I’m… I’m so sorry,” he said. He was positive that Nova was only still here because the revulsion she felt had stunned her into a standstill. “I should have waited for you to leave before I… Did that. I tried to, I promise, I just—“
“It’s okay,” Nova said once more. “You’re… Uh, you’re kinda cute when you do that. That’s probably weird to say, but you just looked… Really calm, I guess? You don’t normally look that way. It’s nice to see.”
Emmett bit his lip, and he looked as anxious as ever again. “I wasn’t really trying to be cute…”
“That’s a good thing, that means you’re cute all the time, even when you don’t mean to be!”
“Um, thank you…” Emmett said, blushing. “Um, can I have the hand sanitizer now please?” His hands felt so dirty. He’d gotten so much pee on them when he’d still been struggling to hold everything in. He now felt as desperate to clean his hands as he’d felt to pee!
“Of course,” Nova said. |
‘Why didn’t I go before we left the museum?’ Emmett asked himself for what must have been the fiftieth time. He tapped his feet against the floor of the car and cringed as it careened over yet another speed bump. His bladder slammed upwards, and he felt like the pee inside his body had reached up to his throat. He stared out the window, and he couldn’t recognize anything, so he knew they weren’t even back inside his city yet. They were nowhere near the relief he needed.
His class had been on a field trip out of town to a museum all day. Dad had chaperoned to drive him and his sister there and back. The museum had been interesting, and the restaurant inside it had the most delicious lemonade Emmett had ever tasted… He just wished he could have known it was going to shoot through him this quickly.
The worst part, Emmett thought, was that there was really no excuse for him not to have peed before leaving the museum. The restrooms there were perfectly clean, sparkling even. Shelby, Dad and several of his classmates had stopped off to use them, so Emmett would not have wasted anyone’s time by doing the same.
No. The only reason he hadn’t peed like he should have was purely because he’d been too distracted. By a really big rock the museum had on display. A rock. A freaking rock.
What was even wrong with him?!
He didn’t know. He’d just… He’d never seen such a huge rock before, and the information on the placard beside it was interesting, all about how it had been formed by a volcano erupting, and… And he just hadn’t felt like he’d NEEDED to pee then, so he kept reading it. And then they were out the door and at the car. It wasn’t until they’d been driving for about half an hour that he realized he really, really should have peed when he’d had the chance.
The need had just slammed into him all at once, he hadn’t felt it building up. Just, one second he was okay, and the next he was squirming in his seat and wishing the car would move faster. The good news was that if he asked for a stop, Dad would probably give it to him, something that would be much more unlikely if he was riding the bus with the rest of his class. The bad news was that the only options they’d passed by were those disgusting, revolting, absolutely nightmare-inducing abominations that had been forged in the ninth layer of Hell by Lucifer himself. Some people called them ‘gas station toilets’, but Emmett did not think that phrase was enough to adequately describe their evil.
He’d peed in one only once, and had vowed never to do it again. That time had been one of the worst bladder emergencies of his entire life, a time when he’d had about two seconds to get his zipper down before he’d have an accident. He’d… Actually begged Shelby to come with him so SHE could touch the door handle and turn the sink on for him. She’d been about to tease him, before noticing the wet spot already forming at his crotch and realizing that she’d better just give him what he needed.
As Shelby held the door for him, he rushed in to find that the urinal had been torn off the wall by some vandal, so that wasn’t going to be an option. He’d whirled around to face the toilet instead, but it was… badly clogged. And people hadn’t stopped using it in spite of the clog… And someone had tossed their empty beer can into it as well. True, Emmett wouldn’t have needed to sit down on it, but there was still a serious risk of splashback, and he didn’t want to tempt fate.
He wasn’t proud of what he’d ended up doing. He’d told himself that the room was already so ridiculously filthy that it didn’t matter if he added to the stains and puddles that were already prevalent there. Still, as he unzipped and opted to just hose down the wall since it was the option that disgusted him the least, he felt far more shame than he did relief. He knew he really shouldn’t feel guilty, obviously he wasn’t making a mess anyone would have to clean up because evidently no one had cleaned the room since before the Roman Empire had collapsed… Nevertheless, it still made him feel bad.
To his surprise, Shelby hadn’t even teased him about it. No, instead she’d told him “…Yeah, that’s what I would have done, too…”
Even if he hadn’t touched a damn thing in that room, apart from with the soles of his shoes since he’d unfortunately lacked the ability to float above the floor, for the rest of the day Emmett had felt like a grimy, yet invisible, coat of paint was coating his body. He hadn’t managed to feel clean again until he could finally take a shower and scrub himself so hard that most of his skin flamed pink.
After that he’d vowed that he would never, ever do that again. No matter how badly he had to pee, he’d do whatever it took not to place himself into a room like that again for the rest of his life.
He tried to banish this memory from his brain now, not just of the disgust, but of how he’d actually PEED that day. Thinking about past times he’d relieved himself was making him need to do it again SO much worse!
Well, that and the sound of his metal water bottle sloshing in the cup holder… He glared at it as the liquid it contained rolled back and forth, the liquid contained in his bladder seeming to move in time with it. The noise was getting on every single one of his nerves, and making his urethra sting as he clenched his muscles as hard as he could.
He wished he could empty it… But, he couldn’t pour it out the window without attracting notice. And the only OTHER way he could empty it would be to… Drink it. And, obviously if he did that he’d explode into ten million tiny little pieces and literally die.
Well. Maybe not anything quite that dramatic. But still. If he drank one more sip of liquid, it would definitely hurt really, really bad.
They kept driving down the seemingly endless stretch of road. It felt like the drive back was about five times as long as the drive there had taken earlier in the day. Emmett’s bladder was pounding with need, liquid trying to force its way down his pipes, and no matter how tightly he clenched his thighs, it just kept getting worse.
“Emmett?” Shelby asked from his side. “You okay?”
“N—Never better,” Emmett managed through his gritted teeth.
Shelby gave him an odd look, “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“… If you need Dad to pull ove—“
“I’m fine!” Emmett insisted. “I’m perfectly fine, and I can hold it until we get home!” He had to be fine, because there was no room in the car for him NOT to be. He couldn’t pee on the seat, and he couldn’t pee in a gas station toilet, so he just couldn’t pee. That was all there was to it.
Shelby shrugged and looked out the window. “I think we’re about an hour from home?” she guessed. “Can you handle that?”
The thought of an HOUR squeezed a fist around Emmett’s bladder and he palmed his crotch against a massive wave of need. “Y—Yes,” he said uncertainly.
“Okay…” Shelby said.
The drive continued. Emmett bounced in his seat, crossed his legs, and glared at his noisy, sloshing water bottle. At one point he unlatched his seatbelt. He knew it was unsafe, but just the pressure of the strap over his middle had become too much for him to deal with. A little while after that, he had to unbutton his pants as well. When he did this, his knuckles brushed themselves against the hard, distended curve of his full bladder and an urgent pulse swept through it that made him nearly double over.
Now that his pants weren’t so tight around his waist, he felt a little better. But, the relief was so close to the feeling of actually peeing that he needed to cross his legs even more tightly together. Before long, the awful tight feeling was back, and he went ahead and unzipped as well.
Shelby heard his zipper coming down and whipped around to look at him. “What are you—“ Before she could finish her question, the car jerked to the side. Emmett yelped in surprise and plunged a hand into the open flaps of his pants to grip himself properly, cringing with disgust when he felt the fabric of his boxers growing warm and damp.
The reason the car had jerked like that was because Dad had pulled over at a gas station. He got out and started to refuel the car.
Shelby took off her seatbelt, took her brother by the wrist, and basically dragged him from the car. “Okay, yeah. You’re gonna pee here.”
“I can’t!” Emmett whined. “It’s too gross!”
“You don’t even know if the toilet here is gross,” Shelby said. “You haven’t seen it yet!”
“It’s a gas station on a highway in Florida, Shelby!” Emmett said. “Of course it’s gross!”
Shelby sighed. “Well, even if it is, you’re gonna use it. Look at yourself, like eighty percent of your body’s gotta be pee right now.”
“Shelby!” Emmett exclaimed.
She continued leading him around the side of the building to the restrooms. “GO,” she ordered.
“I can’t!”
“You HAVE to.”
Emmett trembled from more than just desperation then. “Could you check first? Tell me how bad it is?”
Shelby groaned and rolled her eyes. “If THAT’S what it takes to keep you from peeing your pants…” she said. She opened the door to the men’s room and stepped inside. And…
It was bad.
Like, the stuff of nightmares.
It looked like someone had poured bucket after bucket of chili onto a rotating helicopter blade if the stains and globs coating the walls were anything to go by.
And the stench was like that of a dying animal. Shelby felt like her eyes could smell it.
But, if SHE thought that this was bad, then to someone like Emmett it would probably look like something straight from the boiler room of Hell. She wasn’t going to try and convince him to use this. Urging him in here would be downright cruel, like she was just TRYING to trigger him into having a panic attack.
Odds were, if he went in that room, he WOULD have a panic attack, and then he’d freak out more because he’d been breathing heavily while surrounded by so many germs, and… Would he even be capable of peeing while mid-anxiety attack? She didn't think that sounded possible, since in order to urinate he’d need to relax at least a little, and obviously if he was panicking and breaking down, that wouldn’t be happening. Or, maybe freaking out like that would cause him to go in his pants instead.
So, even if he did go inside that restroom, then at best he’d be so tense that he wouldn’t be able to pee, and at worst he’d start hyperventilating and either wouldn’t be able to pee or would just do it in his pants. It would be a pointless endeavor, she would have only succeeded in putting him into a very uncomfortable, scary situation that didn’t offer him any type of reward.
She exited the room. Emmett was looking at her with trepidation and perhaps even a little hope. “Um…” She said. “One moment…” She then ducked into the women’s room, hoping it would be better. It may end up taking some convincing to get him to use a ladies’ toilet, what with him being such a stickler for rules, but surely it had to be better than—
It was even worse.
Shelby wasn’t sure how that possible, but it was. This room was even grosser than the men’s had been.
She backed out of the room and returned to her brother. He looked at her with big, watery eyes. “Is it—“
“Bad doesn’t even cover it,” Shelby said. “I… Honestly think straight up peeing yourself is the best decision you can make right now.”
“I can’t do that!” Emmett cried, horrified. He squeezed himself even tighter as his bladder threatened to make him do it in spite of his protests. He turned around a few times, searching for something that might save him. But, the area was barren. Absolutely nothing to hide behind. No trees, no bushes, not even a garbage can he could duck behind. And there were roads on all sides of the building, each one with several cars zooming by that would see if he decided to relieve himself on a wall…
He was screwed. There was no way out of this. He was going to pee his pants.
He at least wanted a little privacy for that, so he stumbled his way back to the car. Dad was finishing up with the car and told him he needed to go inside to pay. Emmett wondered if maybe there was an employee bathroom inside the building that was nice and clean, and maybe if he begged hard enough they’d let him use it. He doubted it.
Shelby had caught up to him. “I’m really sorry,” she said. “You should have gone at the museum…”
“I know, Emmett whimpered, rocking from side to side. He’d opened his car door so he’d have something to hide behind when his bladder finally gave up… And then he found an answer! He dove into the car, twisting his hips and shuddering as he sat down.
“Emmett, if you’re gonna wet yourself, don’t do it inside of the—“
“I’m not going to,” Emmett insisted. He tore one hand away from his crotch and picked up the metal water bottle that had been torturing him all through the ride. Now, it was going to save him.
He unscrewed it as fast as he could with one hand and, dreading what he was about to do, reached to dump it onto the pavement outside the door.
“What are you doing?” Shelby asked, though that was fairly obvious. “You’re gonna ruin it…” she said.
Since Emmett had already unzipped, he’d only needed to fish himself free from his boxers and aim into the opening of the bottle. Then, the air was filled with the sound of liquid tinkling against metal, rapidly replaced by the sound of liquid hitting liquid. “Ahhhh….” Emmett sighed, allowing his eyes to shut.
Shelby stared at him. She didn’t really want to, of course. It was just… She was stunned. Her brother, her germaphobic, neat-freak brother who would rather tear out all of his own eyelashes than make a gross mess of anything… Was now filling up his own water bottle with wave after wave of urine. And, if that expression on his face and the moans erupting from his mouth were anything to go by, he was loving every second of it too. It both looked and sounded like there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than continue just sitting there, emptying out into the bottle.
She couldn’t help but snort, “Heh… What the Hell?” she giggled.
Emmett cracked his eyes open. He felt like he was floating, his body was so loose and free and empty… “Don’t watch!” he said, albeit a little halfheartedly. He didn’t mind all that much… He felt too good to mind anything at all.
“You’re ruining it,” Shelby said, still laughing. “You can’t ever drink from it again.”
“It can go through the dishwasher,” Emmett said. “It…Hahhhh…” he shivered as his deluge finally began to slow down, shaking off a little before replacing the cap on the bottle. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his hand sanitizer, squeezing a little out into one of his palms before rubbing them together.
“It can go through the dishwasher,” Shelby repeated. “You threw out your book-bag because a spider got squished under it once and you didn’t think the washing machine would clean it well enough. But you’ll—“
“Spider guts are grosser than urine,” Emmett said, as if that was just a known fact everyone should have already been aware of.
“You don’t make sense sometimes,” Shelby said, shaking her head. “Feeling better though?”
“A lot better,” Emmett said. “I was bursting…” He placed the bottle back into the cupholder, looking at the label on its side. “Wow…” he said.
“What?”
“I filled this thing up almost all the way,” he said. “So, I peed out an entire liter…”
“That is a lot…” Shelby said. “Do you really want to finish the drive with it next to you like that, though? You can pour it out before Dad comes back…”
Emmett shook his head, “No way, some might splash on my shoes if I pour it out here!”
“… I really don’t get you,” Shelby said. |
Little bit of female desperation in this one.
***
Nova was getting a LOT better at differentiating Emmett’s usual ‘I’m feeling very nervous right now’ squirming from his more frantic ‘Ohh, I really, really gotta pee!’ squirming. But, even as she grew more and more adept at working out when he had to relieve his bladder, a part of her always wanted to pretend that she couldn’t tell. When he told her he needed to be excused for a bit, she would try to act like she didn’t know why he was leaving for a few extra minutes. Just to force him to admit to her that he was desperate. She knew that this was wrong, in any other case Nova’s first instinct was always to help Emmett, to soothe him and to give him whatever he needed if she was able to.
But, he was just so undeniably cute when his face got all red and he mumbled to her that he was bursting for the toilet.
She also couldn’t deny that she kind of wanted to see him… DO it again. She doubted that this desire was normal, but seeing Emmett’s body go so loose, seeing all of the tension leave it… She’d never seen him so relaxed before. Even when he was asleep he was scrunched into a tight ball and still looked nervous.
Nova was thinking about pee and Emmett’s tense sleeping patterns because she was currently desperate to relieve her own bladder, and Emmett was asleep and gripping onto her so tightly that she couldn’t get up.
She was sleeping over at his house tonight. And she’d been so concerned that she’d accidentally do something weird in front of him that peeing before bed had completely slipped her mind. She was regretting that now. She knew she should just wake him up, but knowing he suffered from frequent bouts of Insomnia, she didn’t want to rouse him when he was getting some badly needed rest.
So instead, Nova had been trying to just squirm out of his grasp, but that had proven difficult. His hands were both clung tightly to her arm and she couldn’t manage to force his fingers to uncurl. Eventually, she gave up on the endeavor, resolving to just hold it in until morning. She tried to fall asleep in order to speed that process along a little bit, but sleep just refused to come. Every time she felt herself starting to drift off, her bladder would jolt and she’d feel right on the cusp of letting it all flow into the bed. She’d clench her thighs, her heart pounding with adrenaline, and by the time the spasm passed she’d be wide awake once more.
Miserably, she realized that she was going to be up all night, enduring a heinous need to empty her bladder.
***
Emmett was scared.
He was in the hospital again, like he was when he was little and had gotten so sick. The doctors were talking to each other, they were saying the illness was back. This both terrified Emmett and confused him; He didn’t understand how his illness could be back again. The last time he’d had it, his appendix had been taken out so that he could get better. He couldn’t possibly be sick like that again if the thing wasn’t even in his body anymore, right?
When he was little and had gotten sick like that, he’d thrown up a lot. Emmett couldn’t remember throwing up today, and if he HAD thrown up, he definitely would have been able to remember it. It was the thing he was most afraid of, after all.
When he was little and had gotten sick like that, he’d also had an agonizing pain in his stomach, like being stabbed repeatedly every few seconds. He didn’t feel that now. He did feel a great deal of pain, though. But, this pain was below his stomach. He had to pee so much that the screaming urgency in his bladder was almost loud enough to drown out the words of the doctors around him.
He remembered that when he’d had the operation and his appendix had been removed, he’d rested in a hospital bed like this one for a long time afterwards. He’d been really weak and had had a hard time talking, and he was so scared that he couldn’t even really remember how to. After a while, he’d needed to go pee very badly. But, he knew he wasn’t supposed to get out of bed, and he was too sore to try anyway. Emmett could barely understand what had happened to him, just that he’d been in a lot of pain, had thrown up everywhere uncontrollably, and then he’d had to come to this scary place and be cut up. He hadn’t looked at his stomach under his gown yet. He was too frightened of what he might see there. He didn’t understand how he could have been cut apart and put back together again; surely his insides were falling out even if he couldn’t feel it.
The hospital was scary, and the doctors were scary, and Emmett couldn’t find his voice to tell any of them that he needed to pee.
So, he’d just stayed in bed and held it, even though it hurt really, really bad and it was so hard to keep it from coming out. Eventually, he needed the toilet so urgently that he started to cry. He cried a lot, struggling to breathe through his sobs. The crying made it even tougher to keep all the pee inside, but he couldn’t stop the tears from coming.
After he’d spent several minutes crying through his pain, a nurse entered his room to check on him. “Oh, dear… What’s the matter?” she asked.
The nurses scared Emmett too, he was worried he was going to get cut open again. So, even though he wanted to tell her he was about to have an accident, he couldn’t find the words.
“Are you still in pain?” She came closer to his bed and saw that he was pressing his hands very tightly between his legs. “Oh, do you have to use the bathroom?”
Emmett nodded frantically. Yes, yes he did! Please! Can’t hold it anymore!
“Poor dear,” the nurse said. She went to a cabinet and rummaged around, when she came back to his side she’d been holding a bottle. She unscrewed the cap and handed it to him. “There you go, honey. I’ll just give you some privacy.” And then she’d left.
Emmett was able to figure out that apparently he was supposed to use this bottle now instead of a toilet. He didn’t really like this, because he’d known he was only supposed to pee in toilets. But, his pee couldn’t stay inside anymore, so he’d hidden the bottle underneath his gown and let it out. It felt good, but he was still worried that he’d done something wrong.
When the nurse had come back into the room and saw the bottle, her startled reaction made Emmett more worried he’d broken a rule. Had he been wrong? Was the bottle NOT for peeing, after all? But, when she’d spoken to him, she wasn’t angry. “Oh, you poor thing…” she said. “All of that was in you? Did no one give you a bottle until now?”
Emmett had shook his head then. He hadn’t known anyone was supposed to have given him a bottle to pee into…
“That’s unacceptable… I can’t believe they forgot to…” The nurse stopped. “You are feeling better now?”
Emmett had given her a nod. He did feel better. Still sore, but now neither his appendix nor his bladder were at risk of bursting.
Now, as Emmett sat confusedly in a similar bed in a similar room, history was repeating itself. He tried to regain his ability to speak so he could ask for a bottle without having to endure the same level of agony he’d withstood when he’d been small. But, the doctors were talking to each other, and everything they said made Emmett’s voice shrivel more and more.
“We’re going to have to operate again,” one doctor said. “He should have known this would happen.”
“He hasn’t washed his hands enough,” the other doctor agreed. “He’s let in all manner of infections.”
“He touched a doorknob last week and didn’t use hand sanitizer until two minutes later,” the first doctor said. “And he touched his lips before sterilizing his hands. It’s no wonder he’s so sick.”
“He realized his mistake at least,” the second doctor said. “When he figured out the germs had gotten into his body, he swallowed some of his sanitizer. But, it was too late.”
Emmett was unsure how the doctors knew all of that. He did remember panicking when he’d realized his unclean hand had brushed against his mouth. He did remember forcing himself to swallow a pump of hand sanitizer to make up for it. But he didn’t remember telling anyone about that, or anyone being around to see it happen.
Not that any of it had ended up mattering. He was sick again, and he was going to be cut open again, and—
He was startled by a burst of warmth between his legs and began to clutch himself as he whimpered.
The doctors turned to look at him. “What’s the matter?” The first doctor asked.
Emmett tried to answer and say that he needed to pee RIGHT NOW, but he couldn’t find the words. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
“Looks like he needs the bathroom,” the second doctor said.
Emmett nodded very quickly. ‘Please,’ he thought. ‘You can do anything you need to do to me! Just let me pee!’ As he continually nodded, more and more leaks dribbled from his tip. ‘Hurry!’
The first doctor went to the cabinet and got out a bottle. Emmett eagerly held out the hand not clamped around his dick. ‘Please, I can’t wait!’ he thought as he grasped onto the bottle. ‘Oh, finally!’ He couldn’t wait for the doctors to leave the room. He couldn’t even wait for them to turn around, either. He was gonna have to let it out with them right here, and he didn’t care, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing. He was about to relieve himself and it was going to feel wonderful…
***
Nova continued enduring the thrashing madness taking place in her bladder. Her thighs were clamped together, and the hand Emmett wasn’t locked onto was squeezed between them. She felt her fingers growing wet as squirts of pee continually shot out of her body without her consent. She was NOT going to last until morning. She had no choice, she HAD to wake him up, or she’d piss all over herself and the bed. Emmett probably wouldn’t ever be able to look at her again if she did that.
Emmett had been doing a great deal of thrashing around during the last half hour. Even more than he’d been doing before. She wasn’t sure if he was having a bad dream, or if this was just how a person with severe anxiety slept.
Hss—
She startled at the noise of trickling liquid and pressed her hand more firmly against herself… But, she didn’t feel any new warmth there. She hadn’t peed another drop.
Confused, she glanced towards Emmett’s crotch and saw it starting to glisten. “Emmett, wake up!” she said urgently, both from her own desperate need to pee and from a desire to keep Emmett from having what would surely be a very traumatic accident. “Wake up!”
Emmett’s eyes cracked open. He was breathing heavily. “Wha’…?” he asked blearily, sitting up— And then his hands flew off of Nova’s arms as he frantically shoved them against his crotch. “Ah—!” His eyes popped wide open as he struggled to clamp off the stream he realized was trickling into his pajamas. He was shocked that this was happening; He had NEVER wet the bed before in his life, and now he’d very nearly done it the first night his girlfriend was sleeping beside him?! He immediately jumped out of bed and instantly regretted it as all the liquid he was holding back made a fierce rush down towards his urethral opening, which he was still trying his hardest to pinch shut. “I gotta go!”
Nova did not tease him this time. She didn’t ask him ‘Go where?’ or try to make him admit that he was about to pee his pants. “I do too,” she said.
Emmett, whom had been in the process of hurrying to the toilet as quickly as his bladder would allow him to, stopped right at the door to his room. He shimmied his hips, bounced on his heels, didn’t dare let go of his cock, and turned around. He noticed now that Nova had sat up and was cupping her hands between her own legs, obviously in dire need of a pee.
This presented a problem.
His house DID have two toilets, but to get to one of them, a person would have to go through his Dad’s room. His Dad was a very light sleeper, and Emmett had inherited his penchant for insomnia from him. Going in there while he slept would almost certainly wake him up, and waking him up would most likely render him unable to get back to sleep. Dad would be grouchy all the next day. It had taken a lot of work to get Dad to agree to let Emmett have his girlfriend spend the night. Emmett had needed to emphasize to him how responsible he was, how he was very mature. And, he was pretty sure that causing his Dad to lose sleep because he could not for the life of him hold onto his pee for a few extra minutes would disprove all of his claims of maturity.
But, the thing was, Emmett knew he really COULDN’T hold onto his pee for a few extra minutes. He’d already started going, after all. And, sure, he’d managed to shut off his flow when Nova woke him, but stopping midstream was one talent Emmett never managed to master. Whenever he started to pee, that was it; He was going to finish. There had been a few times he’d been urinating and something happened that necessitated him stopping— The time he’d needed to void himself into Dad’s bathtub and the awful day he’d gotten locked in the janitor’s closet and had had no choice but to empty his aching bladder into a bucket came to mind. On both those occasions, someone had walked in on him and so he’d tried to plug himself shut again. And, both those times, he’d only managed to restrain his stream for a second or two before it exploded out of him once more.
Stopping before he’d finished was downright torture for Emmett. It was one of the worst feelings in the world to him; It always resulted in this really intense, awful sensation, almost like he was being pinched in the most sensitive part of his body. It burned and stung and was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He was feeling ALL of that right now, his bladder begging him to let it keep doing what it had been doing into his pajama pants a couple minutes ago. The only reason he hadn’t started letting loose again was because his hands were doing a very good job at turning themselves into corks; He just wasn’t sure how much longer that was gonna last.
Hopefully, it would last long enough for Nova to go. “N—Nova, please try and go fast, okay?” he requested, stomping his feet so much it looked like he was trying to do a strange march.
Nova had managed to get out of bed, and she hadn’t moved her hands from their spot underneath herself. She was pressing her fingers firmly into her groin, wincing at the very small patch of warm wetness she could feel just below her fingertips. She WANTED to go first. She was DYING to go first. But, seeing Emmett in a vulnerable state always made her feel so protective… “Y—You can go first,” she said as the two of them shuffled down the hallway towards the restroom.
‘Do it,’ Emmett’s bladder begged him. ‘Do it, do it! Please? You’re going to explode!’ To emphasize its point, his bladder spasmed and a squirt of urine flowed forth. “Hnnnh…” he whimpered, thighs quivering and straining against his clutched hands. “Y—You’re a guest here,” he whispered. “I— Oh!— I can hold it!”
Nova had been able to hear Emmett’s last leak hissing out of him and knew that he absolutely COULDN’T hold it. But, she could also feel more heat flowing into her own cupped hands and knew that SHE couldn’t last one more minute either… She wished there was a way they could BOTH go. But, since she’d have to sit down, they obviously couldn’t just stand side by side and relieve themselves into the toilet. And she seriously doubted that Emmett would be willing to use the sink as a urinal, no matter how full his bladder was.
She supposed, however, that there was ONE way they could both use the toilet. She could just spread her legs apart some and let him aim his stream in between them. That should work, right? Writhing on the spot, her bladder weakening more and more now that they were at the door to the restroom, she asked Emmett if he liked this idea.
Immediately, he turned bright red. He HAD shared a toilet with another person before a few times. Once had been when he was pretty little and he and another boy both really had to go, but the restroom attached to their classroom only had one toilet. That hadn’t been TOO strange. Emmett had been way too young to feel very bothered by it. There was also one time when he and Dad got stuck in traffic on their way to visit someone, and when they got there neither of them could wait another second. Emmett had been older then and it had felt a LITTLE more uncomfortable, but it was still JUST his Dad so it wasn’t too big of a deal.
The weirdest though was when he and Shelby shared a toilet. Shelby had taught herself how to pee standing up like a guy, which kind of freaked him out, but he supposed it DID make situations like that a little easier.
He knew that doing this with Nova would feel MUCH stranger than any of those experiences had. She was a girl. And, yeah, so was Shelby, but that was different. Shelby could go standing up, which Emmett doubted Nova could. And, Shelby was just his sister. His twin sister. They’d seen each other naked from time to time growing up, and Emmett of course felt no physical attraction towards her. The same couldn’t be said for Nova; He’d never seen those areas of her body before, and he was very, VERY attracted to her.
He was able to get a clear image of his head of how exactly they could use the toilet together. Nova would be sitting right in front of him, her underwear down, her nightgown pulled up, her legs spread apart… And he’d have his dick out. And he’d have to be LOOKING right between her legs in order to aim it properly, and—
Hsss—!
His bladder squeezed in on itself, rejecting yet another tiny spurt of its burden. Emmett’s brain may not have been totally on board with this idea, but his bladder had definitely made up ITS mind already. “… Okay,” he said, and when his voice popped he wasn’t sure if it was from the heinous pressure inside or from the nerves. “Let’s, um… Let’s do that.”
Nova was relieved to hear him agree, but not nearly as relieved as she was about to be. They went into the restroom and Nova groaned at the sight of the toilet. She started to pull up her nightgown and hook her fingers around her underpants, then she stopped. A bead of urine rolled down her legs, but her hands were frozen in place. It had only just now really hit her what she was about to do.
She’d known for a long time that, one day, she would be showing her whole body to Emmett. There was no one else she’d ever want to give her virginity to, and she’d daydreamed about what that would be like many, many times. She was excited for it, and she knew he was as well, but neither of them felt quite ready for it just yet. And, she knew that this was definitely not about to turn into THAT so it wasn’t like she was rushing into something before the right time had come, but still… Even if she knew that both of them would be keeping their hands to themselves, this felt like a new step.
Emmett saw her hesitate and knew what she must have been feeling. He was more than a little apprehensive about whipping it out in front of her right now himself. And, she’d have to expose even more. He couldn’t stop trembling, both from the anxiety at the new and unfamiliar situation and from the intense crushing weight of his full bladder. He was leaking every few seconds now, his bladder crying with need. He didn’t dare say anything about how much he needed to go, however, fearing that the words “I can’t hold it!” that were caught in the back of his throat would end up sounding like he was pressuring her to do something that she wasn’t actually ready to do.
Emmett bit back the whining plea for relief, and instead managed “You don’t have to do this. You can go first. I’ll wait outside.” Another jet of liquid pulsed out at his words, his bladder disagreeing with him but his brain and heart knowing that there were some things more important than his need to urinate.
Nova’s heart started to slow down a little. It was still thrumming loudly in time with the pulsing quakes inside her bladder, but his words were soothing to her. They reminded her that he cared for her, respected her, and would never use this as an excuse to pressure her into something that she didn’t want. “I…” she winced at another gush of lost liquid. “I don’t mind. I trust you,” she said, quickly lowering her underwear, lifting the lid on the toilet and throwing herself down onto it.
Once there, a little spurt of liquid splashed into the bowl below her, but with a cringing moan she made it stop, her legs pressing together. “Hurry!” she begged.
Emmett, who had one hand pressed into his crotch and the other hesitating at the waistband of his pants, fought down his wary shyness and finally lowered them, not wanting her to restrain her body one second longer on his behalf. ‘If she’s willing to… show herself like that, you can do it too,’ he thought. He stumbled closer to the toilet and realized Nova’s legs were squeezing together, giving him nowhere to aim his stream. A small, pale yellow droplet had collected on his tip and he begged it not to fall onto her legs. “I’m ready,” he said. Good God, was his bladder ready…
Blushing, but eager for relief, Nova parted her legs as much as she could, hoping it gave Emmett enough room to release his bladder. As soon as her legs had separated, her own bladder collapsed in on itself and a gush of liquid began to splatter and pulse below her. “Ahhh….” she blushed as a sigh fell from her lips.
Several drops fell from Emmett’s cock, but it took him a few seconds to work himself up to an actual stream. Instinct was yelling at him not to look at the area between Nova’s legs, to not stare at the delicate folds there, to give her privacy as her urine poured out of her body. But, rationally he knew that his bladder was going to burst at any second, and when it did he needed his eyes open and alert. Looking at Nova’s body when she’d already given him permission to do so was obviously a lot better than accidentally peeing onto her would be.
His bladder DID burst just a second later, his hesitant dribbling turning into a tsunami of a stream. “Ohhhh…” he moaned out, beginning to shiver a little with relief. The horrid, pinching burn that had been assailing his opening for the past ten minutes faded away as the pressure drained out of him. He wanted to close his eyes and tip his head back as he gave into the pure relaxation that this utter bliss provided him, but the space he was aiming into was a lot narrower than what he was used to and he had to be extra careful not to get any of his urine where he didn’t want it.
Nova felt less embarrassed about the way she couldn’t stop gasping and sighing when she heard her boyfriend moan like that. He couldn’t help vocalizing how wonderful he was feeling, either. She noticed the pink tinge to his face and knew that the same coloration was no doubt spreading across her cheeks as well. She wanted to tell him not to feel embarrassed; She was peeing in front of him too, after all. But, she couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was keep gasping and trying to catch her breath as her pee ferociously hissed away below her.
Emmett was now running into a different kind of problem. He was peeing, and it felt incredible, but he was also looking at his girlfriend’s half-naked body. And that was causing heat to flow all through his own. He felt dangerously close to… Something. Something that would make it very difficult for him to continue urinating, and something that he really, REALLY didn’t want to have happen when his exposed dick was at Nova’s eye-level.
‘Oh, God… Oh, God…’ he thought, panicked. ‘Don’t let THAT happen. Don’t. Please don’t. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Oh… Oh, God… Um, okay; Roadkill possums. And… And, your history teacher. And— The state governor, yeah. Your history teacher licking jam off the governor’s nipples, and—‘
As Emmett continued trying to flood his mind’s eye with thoroughly unappealing images, Nova’s pee finally slowed to a trickle and faded away, leaving nothing but a delightful emptiness and a slight tingling. Except, Emmett still hadn’t finished up, so she had to keep sitting there as he kept gushing away. And now that her bladder had emptied and she no longer had her own relief to focus on, the fact that she was sitting right there and watching Emmett pee was making her feel strange, just as it had they day she’d seen him go in the woods. It made her feel even stranger this time, actually. They were so close together, and that deep blush on his face was so cute, and the way he was shivering and sighing, making it so obvious how good he felt… She knew it was weird, but she couldn’t help it; Emmett was absolutely adorable when he was urinating.
And, her position granted her a spectacular, breathtaking view of the whole process as well. She tried very, very hard not to, but her gaze kept going back to his dick, watching as his stream steadily pulsed from his pee-hole. It was bizarrely mesmerizing. The jet of pee started to slow down eventually, then receded away entirely. For some reason, she was almost disappointed to see it stop, even though he’d just let out an enormous quantity.
Emmett stood there for a second, shifting on his feet. “Er… I… I have to… Shake it off some now,” he said. “And, I don’t want to… I don’t want to get anything on you, you know?” He backed up and allowed her to stand from the toilet before shaking the last few drops from his tip, then he quickly stuffed his cock back inside his pants. “I… Am SO sorry,” he said. “I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable for you.”
It hadn’t been uncomfortable for Nova. Aside from the initial shyness at exposing her own body parts, which had only lasted for a bit, she hadn’t minded anything about the experience. She felt much better now that she no longer had to pee so badly, and watching as Emmett’s relief soothed over his usually anxious features had been a nice treat. “It was fine,” she said. “You’re okay with it, right?”
Emmett thought about it. It hadn’t been the most comfortable thing he’d ever done, but it hadn’t been awful either. His bladder was nice and empty, and he’d managed to tamp down the involuntary… reactions that he’d been so worried about. Still, he was a little shocked at himself for doing that when, a few months ago at the mall, he’d been too shy to tell Nova he even NEEDED to pee, much less actually DO it in front of her like that. “I… Well, I mean, I feel a lot better, anyway.”
Nova felt a funny smile forming on her lips and knew she was turning red. “You should!” she said. “You had to go VERY bad, didn’t you? I could tell!” she wasn’t sure what the Hell she was doing, why some part of her wanted to tease him so badly and see him blush. Why some part of her wanted him to talk to her more about this, tell her all about just how much he’d needed to go. Why some part of her really, REALLY wanted to ask him to recount stories to her about other times he’d been desperate to empty his bladder.
“…Yeah,” he said softly. “I… I did, I guess…”
Trying to sound as casual as possible, she asked “Was that the worst you’ve ever had to go? I— I mean, it looked like it was hurting you a bit…”
“No,” Emmett said, blushing. Definitely not the worst. “The day of that field trip was REALLY bad. And, you heard what happened that day we had to take those tests.”
Nova HAD heard. She was glad she hadn’t seen it. She didn’t like seeing Emmett cry and get so upset. She especially didn’t like seeing someone be cruel to him. She liked seeing him feel good. “Is it weird that I think you look cute when you’re…”
“When I’m what?”
“When you’re… Going,” Nova said.
Emmett was blushing more now. “You… Really think I’m cute when I’m peeing? I always thought you were just saying that to make me feel less gross.”
“No,” Nova shook her head. “I mean it, you look… I don’t even know what to call it. It’s adorable.”
“When I’m… Peeing,” Emmett said.
“Yes,” Nova said. “I know, it’s weird. I don’t even know why I like it so much. I think it’s mostly because of how relaxed you get, or something. And, you’re cute when you NEED to go, too. All the squirming, and your eyes get super big and wide, and… I don’t know why it’s so cute, it just… Is.”
Emmett didn’t say anything for a while, and Nova worried that she’d upset him, that he was disgusted that she felt this way. Finally, he said; “…Okay. Now, I’m not like… Upset. Or freaked out now. Or… Anything like that. I can’t say I understand it, but it’s… It’s fine with me if you… I guess, like to watch me pee?”
Nova looked down. “I don’t understand it either,” she said. “And, don’t say it like that. That makes me feel like a pervert.”
“Sorry…” Emmett said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know you didn’t…”
Emmett sighed, “I guess… I guess a part of me is kind of relieved?” He winced at his own word choice, considering the topic at hand. “I was always so embarrassed to tell you when I had to go, and I thought for sure I’d gross you out if I ever had to do it in front of you for some reason. But… I mean, if you LIKE it, then I don’t have to worry anymore, right?”
“Right,” Nova said. “Thank you for not being mad, or thinking I’m disgusting.”
“I could never think you’re disgusting,” Emmett said. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t think this is… weird, but it’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
“Thank you,” Nova repeated. “And thank you for not… For not trying to ‘push’ for anything when we had to take some of our clothes off like that.”
“I promise, I won’t ever do something like that if you don’t want to,” Emmett said. “I’m not even ready for that yet myself.”
She felt better hearing him say that. She knew sometimes one person got impatient if their partner didn’t feel up to advancing their relationship quickly enough. But, Emmett recognized that neither one of them was ready for that step yet. It made her more certain that, once it finally came, their first time would be something very special. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "At A Party".
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“Emmett, I know it’s not easy for you, but—“
“I can’t!” Emmett interrupted his girlfriend, leaping between his feet with his hands crammed between his legs. His bladder was FULL. It was BEYOND full. He had enough liquid in him right now to hydrate an entire football team. He had to PEE. He would do ANYTHING to pee. He would chop off his left arm if it meant he’d get to pee. He would give away his autographed first edition Lord of the Rings collection— his most prized possessions— if it meant he’d get to pee. He would give all of his bank and credit card information to an anonymous email address claiming to be a wealthy Nigerian prince if it meant he’d get to pee.
But, he would not ever, EVER enter that absolutely revolting, disgusting, crawling-with-at-least-seventeen-deadly-diseases, Hellish, can-smell-it-from-fifty-miles-away portable toilet that had been sitting in the hot Florida sun for God only knew how long. Not even if it meant he’d get to pee.
He would rather hold it until his bladder grew arms and strangled him to death out of rage than ever do that.
Nova looked at him sympathetically. She understood that the thought of touching any part of that portaloo— Even just the door— must have been filling him with more terror than he could manage. But, seeing him crumpled over and clutching himself while his entire lower half twisted in endless, urgent motion told her that she had to convince him to go in there anyway. “It’s… I get it, I can’t stand touching those things, eith—“
“I can’t!” Emmett repeated. “I’d— I’d have to— I’d have to set my hands on fire to ever feel clean again! I can just hold it!”
Nova sighed. She wouldn’t be surprised if half the sweat rushing down her boyfriend’s face was actually urine trying to find any possible escape path. No way could he still ‘just hold it’.
They’d been at a party for one of their classmates all day, Bianca Teller. Neither one of them was very close to her, but she’d scheduled it at a park the two went to often, and on the invitations she’d written that one of Emmett’s favorite bands was going to show up. So, they’d gone.
Except then it turned out that when Bianca wrote the name of the band performing, what she SHOULD have written was that her younger brother who had taken two weeks of guitar lessons would be attempting to cover some of their songs. He’d tried his best, Emmett was sure of it, but it was still obvious that he’d only been playing a guitar for two weeks.
There were other events, though. Like carnival style games and competitions. One of which was a punch drinking contest. Emmett usually didn’t like to chug a bunch of liquid all at once, fearful it would upset his stomach, but the prize was a copy of a zombie movie Nova really liked, signed by the director since Bianca’s parents had gone to college with him. Emmett made himself ignore his worries about accidentally making himself sick so that he could win the movie for his girlfriend.
There was plenty of good news, he DID win the movie, he DIDN’T make himself ill, and the punch itself tasted pretty good anyway. But, half an hour after downing the winning number of sixteen cups of punch, Emmett’s bladder was fuller than any bladder should ever be and he’d made the terrible discovery that the only place in the park he could empty it was in a portable toilet that he’d sooner french-kiss a grizzly bear than ever go inside of.
Even with as many times as he’d gone to this park, he’d had no idea the bathroom situation was so bad. He’d just never needed to go that much while he was here! But, today he DID have to go ‘that much’. He had to go MORE than ‘that much’, and every few minutes it felt like another one of those fruit punch cups was dumped into his bladder. “I can just hold it,” Emmett repeated, unsure if he was telling Nova or himself. Or if he’d even said the words out loud. He had to pee so badly that he felt sort of delirious.
“Emmett, I don’t think you can…” Nova said. “I just saw you drink, like, ten cups of punch in under eight minutes.”
“It was sixteen…” Emmett whimpered, miserably.
“My point stands.”
“I—It’s a park,” Emmett stammered, uncrossing his legs and swiftly re-crossing them in the other direction. Then doing that again. And again. And again. His legs wouldn’t stay still! “Tr—Trees everywh—“
“People everywhere,” Nova corrected. “Our classmates.”
“So what?” Emmett said. “I’d rather have them watch me pee than go in there.”
“You might get in trouble,” Nova pointed out. God, how bad did the poor guy need to go? He was usually the first person to think of every possible way something could go wrong, never one to take unnecessary risks like peeing in a public park in broad daylight where anybody could catch him.
“I don’t care!” Emmett moaned.
Okay. Yeah. He was so full that the piss was damaging some part of his brain, whichever area it was that typically made him think through all his decisions as thoroughly as possible. Why couldn’t it have just destroyed whatever part controlled his germ fear for a few minutes?
“You’ll feel better after…” Nova tried to reason.
“I wouldn’t!” Emmett insisted. “I— I need to hold it.”
So, he’d gone from insisting that he was CAPABLE of holding it to just insisting that he HAD to hold it. Nova sighed. Her heart clenched. He was in so much obvious pain, but his fear was stronger than the need for relief. She wished she could help him somehow, and she felt awful that she couldn’t stop thinking about how cute his intense, desperate pee dance was. She’d never seen him quite THIS squirmy before. The need had hit him so suddenly after all that punch that it was like his body was struggling to keep up with itself now. Practically every muscle in him seemed to be mid-spasm.
Most of the party’s activities were a fair distance away from the smelly portaloo, but still Nova found herself doing her best to shield Emmett from everyone else’s view. Once he was emptied out and finally capable of rational thought, he’d be mortified to realize how blatantly obvious he’d allowed his need to get.
But, first he needed to GET emptied out, and it was perfectly clear now that there was no way Nova could coax him into using the portaloo. She couldn’t exactly blame him, even people who didn’t have severe contamination anxiety hated touching those things, and she knew Emmett couldn’t HELP his fears, nor could he just spontaneously get over them in a matter of minutes because his bladder really needed him to.
She glanced around, Emmett was right, there were a lot of trees. Except, all of them had people nearby, or some booth that had been set up for Bianca’s party. Emmett HAD said that he was beyond the point of caring about privacy, but from the brief interaction Nova had had with Bianca’s mother today, she’d made it clear that she was the sort of woman that wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for her daughter’s special day. A little bit before the punch drinking contest, Bianca’s mom had shouted at a man just for walking his dog through the park and allowing it to bark at all the activity.
Someone whipping it out and pissing an entire ocean against a tree in the middle of the party wasn’t going to fly with her. Nova could already picture the woman screaming at Emmett before he’d even managed to finish up, her face turning red as spit flew from her mouth, just as it had done when she’d yelled at the dog-walker. Emmett HATED being yelled at, it never failed to make him cry, and every time he got in trouble he’d stress out for days, beating himself up over it.
Emmett’s bladder may have been too full for privacy to matter to him anymore, but he STILL needed a secluded spot to go if he wanted to avoid a lot of yelling, drama and embarrassment once his ability to think finally returned to him. Nova dropped the idea of convincing him to use the portaloo altogether and made finding him a place to discreetly urinate into her new goal.
The thing was, this park WAS within walking distance of BOTH their houses. It was closer to hers, just a few blocks. A few blocks, and Emmett would have an actual toilet to pee into and nothing left to worry about. But, a few blocks didn’t seem POSSIBLE for his bladder, and she had a suspicion that all that punch hadn’t made it through him yet. There was still more fluid heading down to a container that was already in serious danger of overflowing.
She needed to find somewhere that was discreet AND extremely close… And she needed to do it FAST.
There were stores across the street from the park, but they were all small. The ones that DID have public bathrooms made people buy something from them first to be able to use it. She didn’t have any money with her. Emmett looked like he’d trade his life-savings for a piss right now, though… “Do you have any cash?” she asked. “We could try a store…”
Emmett shook his head. “I left my wallet at home.” He gnawed on his lip and jiggled up and down. “Ohhh, can’t wait… Can’t wait…”
Nova stared at him a moment longer, her chest aching from how needy he looked. She wanted some way to just make it all better!
Nova was relieved when she spotted Shelby heading in their direction. She laughed as she took in her brother’s intense pee-dance— hands crammed between his legs, folded over on himself as he shook violently from head to toe. “Found out they only have those nasty portable things here?”
“You knew that already?” Emmett asked, miserable. “Why didn’t you say anything BEFORE I drank all the punch?”
“I thought it would be funnier if you found it out on your own,” Shelby said.
Emmett didn’t think anything about this was remotely funny! He felt like he was going to pee his pants any second now! “Shelby, that’s— Ohhh, I can’t hold it!”
“Then go pee,” Shelby said.
“He can’t,” Nova said. “And he can’t help it. We should try to find him another spot.”
“Jeez,” Shelby said. “You’d really rather wet yourself than be disgusted for a few minutes?”
Emmett shook his head back and forth. He didn’t want to do EITHER of those things. He looked at the portaloo, the thing that he KNEW would grant untold amounts of relief to his poor bladder, and tried to convince himself that everything would be OKAY if he went inside of it. He could just rush in, unzip, stand super, super still so he didn’t accidentally touch anything, hold his breath… Then, he could push as hard as he could so his piss would all spray out as fast as possible— Maybe even so fast that he could empty out before he ran out of air and had no choice but to start breathing in all the toxins he knew lurked inside that thing.
But, he’d have to touch the door to open it. And even if Nova or Shelby opened it for him when he went in and came back out, his SHOES were still going to touch the floor in there. He could wash them at home… Which would require touching them with his hands… Which would…
Nope!
Unless he spontaneously acquired the ability to levitate within the next few seconds, there was no way he could force himself in there. It was impossible. If he went in, he would have to leave the party IMMEDIATELY after he was finished, so he could pour a whole bottle of Bleach over his shoes and scrub his body in the shower until he was bleeding. He didn’t WANT to do those things, but he knew that he would. He would NEED to. He wouldn’t have an option. He wouldn’t be allowed to make a different decision. He didn’t make the rules, that one messed up part of his brain made them. He only got to follow them.
And, right now, the biggest rule was that he wasn’t allowed to relieve himself inside the portaloo unless he wanted to spend the next several hours cleaning himself up, before heading to bed and struggling to sleep as he grew more and more certain that something horrible had seeped its way into his bloodstream anyway and that he would be either dead or terribly sick come morning.
The thing was, he KNEW these things were illogical. He knew that, if he went in there and peed, chances were he’d be FINE even if he DIDN’T go through the vicious cleaning process he knew his brain would force him to initiate. He knew that, in all likelihood, the only thing the portaloo would give him would be a nice, empty bladder. But, knowing all these things didn’t make him feel better, it didn’t make the screaming in his head go away or even quiet down.
Peeing his pants actually WAS better than the things his mind would subject him to if he touched any part of that toilet— Even if it was just with his shoes.
“I— I can’t,” Emmett said. “I need— I need somewhere else… Please?”
Shelby sighed, “I can understand you not using that thing if you only KINDA needed to go, but… I mean, I’ve seen you nearly have an accident lots of times, and I’d say you have, like, five minutes before you explode right now…”
“That’s why we should take him somewhere to go,” Nova said. “I don’t think he can make it home— Or to my house, and he can’t use a tree right now either… The stores all charge to use their bathrooms, so we can’t do that…”
Emmett cringed and started to bend at the knees, still gripping himself so painfully tight. Hearing Nova list off all the places he WISHED that he could piss right now wasn’t helping him at all! He’d give anything to be in his bathroom at home, gushing away. He yearned for everyone else to leave the party so that he could release his waters unnoticed and un-punished onto a tree. He wished Nova lived just a tiny bit closer to the park, so that he’d be capable of walking to her house without drenching his pants. He cursed himself for leaving his wallet at home, he’d spend every last penny he had if it would get him to a toilet!
He just… He just wanted to pee…
“Okay…” Shelby groaned. “You really just… CAN’T do this, huh? Well, if you can hold it for a couple more minutes, we can go to the game store across the street.”
“I don’t have any money,” Emmett reminded.
“I know,” Shelby said. “But, Eric’s working today. If I’m with you, then I’m sure he’ll let you go even if you can’t pay.” Eric was an employee at the store whom Shelby had been friends with for a long time.
“O—Okay,” Emmett said, it was the first time something other than desperate pain had entered his voice in a while.
The walk out of the park and to the other side of the street wasn’t long, but it felt like a massive voyage to Emmett’s poor bladder. He’d stood in one spot for so long that suddenly walking again was making his bladder jiggle painfully. The urine inside him no longer felt like it was sloshing around. His bladder was entirely full now, there wasn’t enough space left inside it for anything to move. His first drip escaped as they waited at a crosswalk, he alternated between walking in place and standing still so he could double over. Neither move helped much anymore.
A second dribble snaked its way down his length, blooming warmly between his thighs. He stared, expression pained, at the crossing light, trying to will it to change. “Come on…” he mumbled. “Come on, please…”
Nova had put a hand onto his shoulder, squeezing him gently. “Almost there…” she told him. ‘I wish you’d been able to use the toilet in the park…’ she didn’t add. It wasn’t his fault, she didn’t want to scold him for his refusals. If anything, it just pained her even more to know that his suffering wouldn’t have reached this fevered pitch had his anxiety not been so controlling. Sometimes it seemed like Emmett was in an abusive relationship with his own brain.
The light changed at last, and Emmett fumbled his way across the street. He felt, with each step, like it was about to be all over. That he would have gotten so close to relief, only to explode and drench himself during the final few minutes. He could still feel his leakage drizzling down his legs, warm droplets trickling out in a nonstop, dribbly trickle. He started to hold his breath, only sucking in air when his lungs REALLY demanded it. Just breathing had become too much for him, every inhale adding another pound of pressure onto his searing bladder.
Finally, he’d made it to the other side. He looked up and saw Shelby was ahead of him. He stumbled after her, grateful for the comfort of Nova’s hand on his shoulder. If he DID pop and wet his pants, at least he knew she’d be there to make him feel better afterwards.
Shelby pushed open the door and gave a wave to the guy behind the counter. “Hey, Eric!” she said happily.
Eric waved back, “Hello there, what brings y— Is your brother okay?”
“No,” Shelby said. “He needs to pee SUPER bad. Like, his bladder is SO full of piss that he’s about to wet his pants. He’s probably already started doing that, actually.”
“Shelby…” Emmett whined, twisting his hips and crouching down a little. “Please?! You’re embarrassing me…”
“I am NOT,” Shelby said. “Anyway, can he use the bathroom here, Eric? He’s definitely gonna pee everywhere if you don’t let him, and then none of the games are gonna work ‘cause they got too wet, and—”
“Shelby,” Nova groaned. “Stop that.”
Eric was laughing, but obviously trying very hard to pretend that he WASN’T. “Okay, yeah. Wouldn’t want him to do that…”
Emmett tried to fight away all the humiliation he felt as he hurried in the direction of the toilets at the back of the store. He felt more liquid slosh out of him as he moved, and he picked up the pace, really not wanting Shelby’s prediction of him ‘peeing everywhere’ to come true. He opened the door and rushed inside, he was so eager to piss that he didn’t bother with locking the door, and was already unbuttoning his pants before he’d located the urinal he needed so much.
When he spotted it, a loud gush of pee hissed into his boxers just from the sight of it, and he could neither stop peeing nor restrain his leaks back down into little droplets. His bladder didn’t care that he wasn’t QUITE in the right place yet, it had recognized a toilet and had decided that had to be good enough.
Emmett scrambled to get himself in front of the urinal, tugging down the waistband of his damp boxers and pulling his already-peeing cock out overtop of them. Finally, with his urine landing into the correct place, his shoulders slackened and he sighed loud enough that it echoed off the walls. “Hahhh…”
Crystal clear pee hissed noisily and furiously into the urinal, making it look like he was letting out pure water. Definitely too much punch… If the suddenness of his immense desperation hadn’t been enough to clue him in, the lack of any coloration in his stream was an obvious indication that he was over-hydrated.
And, as his release carried on with no end in sight, Emmett thought that ALL sixteen cups were coming out of him right now. It must have been almost a minute so far of nonstop, intense spraying, and still more was pumping its way forth. He didn’t feel like he was close to being done, either. There was still a harsh pressure at the base of his cock, his bladder still sending him signals that it was FULL even though he’d been allowing it to empty for so long already.
His body was going so relaxed, and as he started to feel a weird, sort of floaty sensation from the relief, he thought back to his earlier wish for the power of levitation. He felt so light now that he felt like he actually could fly…
Nearly another full minute passed before his flow slackened down to a dribble and slowly stopped. He kept standing where he was, however, unsure if he was really emptied yet. One more squirt of pee shot out of him. Then another. Then a third. And then, he finally couldn’t get any more out. He staggered back as he fumbled himself back into his pants and zipped them, struggling to re-adjust to a world where he wasn’t about to explode.
He washed his hands for a while with hot water, and splashed some of it on his face as well. He felt dizzy, exhausted, and so relieved that he was surprised he was still able to stand up. He felt a cold, clammy sensation encasing his length and cringed as he recalled the leaks he’d been unable to hold at bay. He knew that feeling was of his own pee starting to dry from his clothes… He glanced down at himself, noticing a small dark spot next to his zipper.
From how wet the insides of his pants felt though, he thought he was pretty lucky that was ALL that was showing…
He… Really wanted to change out of these clothes, though. His boxers felt gross, and the more he kept thinking about how his skin was coming into contact with his own urine, the more he wanted to change. Not to mention that damp patch, while small, was in an incredibly obvious place. Everyone at the party had seen him chugging down all that punch, they all knew it had needed to go somewhere afterwards. And— He shuddered now at the realization— a lot of them had probably seen him pee-dancing by the portaloo earlier, too. Maybe they’d even heard him moaning and whining about how he couldn’t use it, but couldn’t hold his bladder any longer, either. Before, he’d been so focused on keeping his pee inside himself where it belonged that he hadn’t THOUGHT about how he must have looked, but now it was ALL he could think about.
If he went back to the party now, walked around everyone who’d seen him chug sixteen cups of punch, a few of whom had definitely seen and heard him having an emergency shortly afterwards… If he went back around all those people NOW with a wet spot over the crotch of his pants, it would be clear as day that he HADN’T totally made it in time.
Home. Home was good.
Covering his crotch up with his hand, he left the restroom. Eric was still behind the counter, “Um… You okay?” he asked. “You were in there for so long, I was worried you’d… Um…”
“He thought you pissed your pants the instant you saw the toilet and that he was gonna have to mop it all up,” Shelby said.
“I— I didn’t!” Emmett protested. “I’m fine! Just… Took a while, that’s all!”
“You’re alright?” Nova asked. “Feel better?” She was curling her hands into fists. She’d… Maybe stood a little closer to the restroom door than she should have. She’d heard his stream blasting out with an impressive force, had heard it gushing away for an amazing length of time, had heard his… Adorable, little moan as he’d let it out. She just wished she could have seen the look of relief on his face, it must have been unbearably cute!
“Y—Yeah,” Emmett said. “Way better.”
Nova hugged him against her. “Aww, good!”
Emmett blushed. “Heh, yeah… I wanna go home now, though… Um…” he lowered his voice. “A little… A little came out before I was ready for it to…”
Nova didn’t stop hugging him, even after he’d confessed to wetting his pants a tiny bit. That made him feel even better than peeing had. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Public Pool".
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Emmett liked to swim, and he loved going to the water park. The only problem was, going there required him to turn off certain parts of his brain. If there was one place he knew he SHOULD be uncomfortable, it was in a big vat of water that was full of tons of people, many of whom could have been sick recently, some of whom may lose a band-aid and leave it drifting through the pool, and others who would cough or sneeze into the water.
But, the peculiar thing was, when he was at the water park— or the neighborhood pool, or the ocean, sometimes even just out in the rain— and he told himself to stop thinking about something and calm down… He ACTUALLY stopped thinking about it and calmed down. He didn’t understand what it was, but being anywhere near a large amount of water just naturally soothed him. The anxious corners of his mind would say “Why are you here? You’re swimming in a petri dish. Get out and clean yourself. Now.” And he’d tell those thoughts “Go away, I’m having fun.” And then it WOULD go away. Just like that! It was so strange, and he didn’t understand why it couldn’t work that way all of the time.
Maybe it was the sound that water made, or just the fact his brain associated water with cleanliness, or the way it felt on his body. He didn’t know the reason, he just knew that water, and being close TO it, calmed him down.
He’d been at a small indoor waterpark with Shelby and Nova for a few hours now, and was starting to feel one of the less pleasant effects of being surrounded by water— It made him need to use the restroom more often.
Making himself use a public toilet was easier at the water park too, though. The swimming shoes he was required to wear while inside the park had thick bottoms that he trusted to protect his feet from any contamination while he was in there. And, this park had one of the urinals directly between the door and the sinks. Most guys would bemoan how un-private that was, but Emmett didn’t mind. With all the places he had to go being so close together, he could hold his breath and get in and out quickly enough that he didn’t have to inhale again.
The hard part was just informing the others of where he was going. He and the girls were playing in the wave pool, and Emmett actually failed to notice he needed a pee break until one of the waves slammed against his midsection and he felt his bladder spasm wildly. Suddenly, he went from not realizing he had a bladder at all, to tightening his thighs in an attempt to prevent it from bursting. When had THAT happened? He’d been having so much fun, the steady build up in pressure had failed to register.
Nova noticed the concerned look pass over his face and asked what was wrong.
“N—Nothing,” Emmett said, blushing. He headed to the side of the pool. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Where are you going?” Shelby asked. “I haven’t dunked you under water enough times yet today. You can’t leave.”
“I’ll be right back!” Emmett said. “I just need to pee!”
“Then why are you getting out of the pool?”
Emmett sighed. “Because it’s kind of urgent?” he offered, annoyed. The more he TALKED about this, the worse he was needing to go. Why did he have to get interrogated just because his bladder was full?
“Yeah, but why don’t you just piss in the pool?”
“That’s disgusting,” Emmett said.
“It’s chlorinated,” Shelby said. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me, alright? I don’t want to swim in pee.”
“Hate to break it to you,” Shelby told him. “But, you already are.”
“Shelby!” Emmett snapped. “Did you just—“ He cut himself off. The water didn’t feel any warmer than before.
“No,” Shelby said. “Don’t have to go now. But, everybody else has probably pissed in it.”
Emmett turned away from her. He knew, deep down, that she was likely correct. Most people probably DID pee in pools, even if they didn’t admit to it. It was just another one of those things he didn’t think about, one of those things he banished from his brain, and one of those things he was actually ABLE to ignore because swimming was just so very relaxing to him. He didn’t appreciate being REMINDED about it, though.
“Well, I’m not going to,” Emmett said. “I’m going to use the toilet. Like a normal person.”
“Normal people pee in pools,” Shelby corrected.
“They don’t!” Emmett insisted as he reached the edge of the pool.
Nova raised her hand, “I haven’t ever done it!” she said.
“That’s great…” Emmett said, climbing out and sucking in a sharp, pained gasp as his lower body left the water.
Wow… He’d thought his situation was bad before, but that was nothing compared to what he was feeling now! It was like another cup of liquid had just been dumped directly into his stretching bladder, filling it up and making it spasm. He realized that being in the pool had actually been HELPING him a little bit. It had diminished the effect gravity had upon his bladder, creating a bit of a buoyant effect that he hadn’t noticed before. Now that the pressure of the water had been taken away, gravity was slamming on top of him with full force, trying to pull his pee downwards.
His hands immediately fluttered around near his waist, palming his crotch for just a moment before he forced them back by his sides instead. He really had to hurry if he wanted to stay dry—
Er…
He really had to hurry if he wanted to make sure he only stayed wet in the way that he LIKED.
There was only about a minute long walk between his current position and the men’s room. Every step hurt, the slick puddles all over the ground kept almost making him slip, and each time his bladder would jolt and crash hard within him. The sound of all the rushing water was no longer as soothing as he made himself keep walking.
He rounded a corner, a relaxed smile spreading his face. Almost there. He was so close. The pressure would all be gone very soon, he was finally going to—
Oh.
Crap.
His eyes had settled upon the little yellow triangle in front of the men’s restroom, designating that it was closed for cleaning. His bladder cramped up as he took in the sight, he hurried to the door anyway, then shifted from foot to foot in front of it. How long had they been cleaning it? Would they be done soon? He bounced a couple times, and when he heard a flush from the women’s room he nearly doubled over. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed he needed to pee sooner! It was an emergency now and he’d barely had time to react!
He hesitantly knocked on the door, and a janitor opened it a second later. “Uh—Um… H—How much longer is it g—going to take?” he managed to ask. He felt so awkward talking to strangers in a NORMAL situation, telling one that he needed the bathroom badly was so much harder!
“We just started a few minutes ago,” the janitor said. “It will be about an hour.”
Emmett worried at his lip. Every muscle inside of him was clenching. His arms and legs had gone stiff. His shoulders were rigid. His thighs were straining… “Uh— er… I… I need to… I have to pee,” his voice got softer with each word. “It’s sort of… Um… Bad.” He noticed that he’d started to step in place again, and tried to stop. Then, he realized it probably helped illustrate the severity of his need a little better, so he allowed himself to squirm. “Is… Could I maybe—“
“Sorry,” the janitor said. “We got all the cleaning chemicals and stuff out. It’s gonna be a while.”
Emmett winced, his hand pressing against his crotch for a second again as his hips swayed. “O—Okay…” he said. “Is there another restroom somewhere?” This was the only one he’d ever SEEN at this small park, but maybe he’d just missed a second one.
“No,” the janitor said. “But, hey. Could be worse. At least you’re at a pool, right?”
Emmett blinked. Was the janitor seriously suggesting that he—
“Oh, and if you ever heard that thing about pee-detecting colored dye in swimming pools,” the janitor said. “It’s a myth. Don’t worry about it.” he laughed. “Knock yourself out.”
And then, the door was shut again. The urinals blocked off, and Emmett still as full as ever.
What was he supposed to do NOW?! He couldn’t make it another hour, his bladder was twitching and spasming, and it was taking everything he had not to grab himself and start dancing around even more obviously than he already was.
He just needed to distract himself, that was all. He hurried back to the wave pool, every last step sending extremely painful vibrations up through his legs and straight to his overburdened bladder, shaking the pee within him every time one of his feet touched the ground.
He nearly slipped on a puddle again, and a spurt of pee squirted into his swimming trunks. He totally froze, stock-still, eyes widening as he squeezed his thighs together. One warm trail of liquid dribbled down his legs, feeling especially pronounced when it was surrounded by so many cold droplets of water.
With a pained groan, he forced himself to start moving again. He made it back to the pool and got back in. There was a bit of relief in that, the water once more aiding him in his fight against gravity. He didn’t feel QUITE so close to exploding anymore. Plus, he could hold himself beneath the water and it would be harder for other people to see what he was doing.
Shelby and Nova swam closer to him. “Feeling better?” Nova asked him.
For a second, he thought about lying to her and pretending that his toilet trip HAD been perfectly successful. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his body was forcing him to squirm again, though, so he shook his head. “They’re cleaning the bathroom right now. I have to wait,” he explained.
“So, you gonna piss in the pool now?” Shelby asked.
Emmett glared at her, squeezing his crotch more firmly against several harsh, throbbing bolts of pain coming from within. “No! I’m not going to pee in the pool, alright?”
“I thought you had to go real bad, though?”
“I do,” Emmett said. “I’m just gonna have to hold it. I barely even noticed I had to go when we were swimming, let’s do that again.”
“You’re being silly,” Shelby said. “Just pee. No one will even know.”
Emmett shook his head, because that wasn’t true at all. HE would know that he’d urinated in the water, even if nobody else noticed it. And, he had to WORK not to think about the fact OTHER people had probably peed here. He had to banish the thoughts from his brain every so often so that he could focus on having fun. If HE peed in the pool himself, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about how he was swimming in urine. He’d KNOW. Every inch of him would KNOW, and he’d feel grimy and disgusting and just like that he’d have ruined the park for himself forever.
“Shelby,” Nova said. “If he doesn’t want to pee in the pool, he doesn’t have to.” She took him by the arm and led him towards the deeper end of the pool. “Let’s have a race, okay?” she said. “That will take your mind off it.”
Emmett agreed, and they were off.
But, it DIDN’T take his mind off of his need. If he’d thought walking around with a bloated bladder was a challenge, SWIMMING while desperate to piss should have been an Olympic sport all on its own. Every kick made him feel closer to leaking, his legs were forced to spread apart and his muscles grew weaker with each pump. Not being able to press his legs together was very painful, and with his arms busy helping him maneuver through the water, his hands couldn’t grasp onto his dick anymore like he NEEDED them to!
Oh, it felt like the urine was right at the edge of his urethra, like it wouldn’t take any effort at all to let it out…
But, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let it out. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t! He didn’t want to submerge his body into a place where he’d voided his own waste. That was absolutely revolting. His skin was crawling just THINKING about it! It would feel like swimming in a toilet— Or a sewer! He couldn’t do it!
“I win!” Nova declared as she reached the wall. Emmett made it there a few seconds later, one hand holding onto the wall while the other clamped onto his cock, his legs crossing back and forth beneath the water. “Heh, first time I’ve ever beaten you!”
Emmett looked away. “Well, I am a little weighed down right now…” he mumbled. His bladder felt so heavy, like it was going to pull him down to the bottom of the pool if he released his hold on the wall.
Nova frowned. Truth be told, she’d actually suggested they have a race because she’d thought swimming around, doing a full body workout, would put so much pressure on Emmett’s abdomen that he’d pee and stop hurting himself. Apparently not. “You need to go really bad?” she asked. She knew the answer, but she wasn’t questioning him just to tease him, not this time. She did genuinely feel bad, this was a terrible situation for him.
“Yeah,” Emmett nodded, clinging to the wall as the sound of water splashing against water, lapping the sides of the pool and sloshing against his body seemed to grow louder and louder. All the noises went directly from his ears to his bladder. “H—Has it been an hour yet?”
Nova shook her head. “Sorry… I’ll tell you when I think it’s been long enough.”
Emmett turned around and pressed himself against the wall, trying to place some pressure against his tired sphincters. He fought not to squirm against the rough material, he didn’t want to cut himself on it.
“Want to do another lap?” Nova asked.
Emmett shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll explode.”
‘That’s the idea…’ Nova thought, but she said “Wanna go back to the shallow end, then?”
That, Emmett agreed with. He didn’t swim on his front again this time, that would be well beyond what his bladder could take. Instead, he swam on his back until he was on the shallow end. His bladder throbbed tyrannically once he’d made it there, begging him to let it relax as soon as possible. He crossed his legs beneath the water and jiggled, shifting from side to side. Every time he moved, water sloshed against his abdomen, bashing against his bladder and trying to prompt a release. “Nnnh..” he whimpered, clutching his crotch with both hands to keep his flood at bay.
He couldn’t pee in the pool! He couldn’t let himself do that! Ever!
Besides, he felt SO full right now that he was sure letting his bladder spill would OVERFLOW the entire pool and they’d have to close it!
“Emmett,” Shelby said, floating on her back beside him. “Just pee here. It’s real easy.”
“It’s not that I don’t know how to!” Emmett snapped.
“Shelby, leave him alone about it,” Nova said. “He doesn’t HAVE to do that.”
“Sure looks like he does…” Shelby remarked.
Emmett was curling in on himself, gripping the crotch of his swimming trunks and gnashing his teeth. He was clutching himself so tight that it was painful. “I— I can’t…” he whimpered out. “I can’t hold it…”
“Then GO,” Shelby said. “Sheesh. I’m, like, ninety percent sure urine’s sterile. Hell, we can get outta this pool after you’re done and go to a different one if that makes you feel better.”
Emmett opened his mouth to argue. He wanted to say that the wave pool was his FAVORITE one here, and that if he was going to soil one of them, he wanted it to be a DIFFERENT one. But, he stopped himself. Getting out of the water was going to make the painful effect of gravity take hold again, and he COULDN’T let go of his dick anymore without pissing. He didn’t know if he could WALK to another pool, and even if he could, his problem would be obvious— And the solution would be as well when he suddenly relaxed once he was in the water.
He hated himself for this, but he HAD to relieve himself right where he was. He just had to hope that it didn’t turn out as awful as he thought it was going to. “O—Okay…” he said. “I’ll… I’m sorry. I can’t wait…” He was apologizing to HIMSELF for what he was about to do. He released his crotch from his hands, and forced his legs to untwist, then he told himself that it was time to pee.
A few seconds passed.
Then thirty.
Then an entire minute.
Then another.
Emmett’s bladder stayed full. His opening seemingly welded shut now that he’d given his body permission to let go.
“Um… Feeling a little better?” Nova asked finally.
Emmett shook his head.
“You must feel at least a TINY bit better…”
“I…” Emmett struggled. “Um… I can’t…”
“You can,” Nova encouraged. “I know this feels gross, but you’ll—“
“No,” Emmett said. “I mean… I mean I… I can’t.”
“You can!” Nova said. “No one will notice, and like Shelby said we’ll just swim somewhere else for the rest of the day— And there’s rides we haven’t been on yet, too! Even if you don’t wanna stay here after—“
“That’s not what I—“ Emmett cut himself off. “I mean… I’m telling myself to pee right now, and… It’s not letting me go.”
“What’s not letting you go?”
“I— I don’t know!” Emmett said, frustrated. He realized he’d spoken too loudly when he noticed a group of kids staring. He lowered his voice. “But, I’m trying to go, and I just can’t.” It should have been so simple! The sound of trickling, sloshing water all around him, taunting him with thoughts of relief. But his body didn’t want to release! His body didn’t want to let him pee where it knew he wasn’t supposed to! He made a quiet, low noise of frustration. “I can’t do it…”
“Ohhh,” Nova said, finally understanding. “You mean you… Can’t.”
Emmett shook his head, miserable as he did his best to relax, to unclench his aching muscles, to achieve the relief he was dying for. He didn’t understand it— Water was so relaxing! It should be nice and easy to pee here, especially when he had to go so badly! “H—Has it been an hour yet?” he asked desperately. He was not looking forward to trying to run from the pool to the restroom without exploding, but since his bladder was choosing to be stubborn right now he believed he’d be able to make it. If he couldn’t piss his trunks deliberately, that meant he couldn’t do it by accident, right?
“It hasn’t,” Nova said apologetically.
“Try thinking about water,” Shelby suggested.
Emmett stared at her.
“Right… I guess that’s not working for you?” Shelby gathered.
“It’s not,” Emmett said. “I— I don’t think my body will let me pee anywhere that isn’t a toilet.”
“That’s not true,” Shelby said. “You pissed out your window once. And in a bathtub. And in a bottle. And on trees. And—“
“Well, I can’t HERE!” Emmett interrupted. Again he flinched when he saw other people turning to look at him. He hoped they hadn’t figured out what he was talking about…
“I bet you can,” Shelby said.
Emmett had returned to clutching at his dick. He didn’t mean to, he knew that doing so would make it even harder to pee, but the pressure of his hands against his opening made the pain a little less severe, brought him the smallest fraction of relief. It didn’t last long though, when the waves started back up in the pool, he felt a full body shudder and gasped as his bladder pulsed sharply. A dribble of urine burst past his trembling sphincters and instinctively he clenched up his muscles to make it stop. Then groaned when he was successful. He shouldn’t have done that! He should have allowed it to keep pouring out!
“Why don’t you just freaking piss?” Shelby asked.
“I’m trying!” Emmett whined. “I almost— I almost did it, but I can’t get it to work.”
“How about you try taking some deep breaths,” Nova said.
Emmett did as she’d instructed, but all he accomplished was ensuring that the walls of his bladder felt even more irritated and stretched out than they had before. “Has it been an hour yet!?” he pleaded when he realized the deep breathing was getting him nowhere.
“No…” Nova said. “Just… Forget about how long it’s been, and try to concentrate on going for now.”
“That’s all I CAN concentrate on,” Emmett moaned.
Nova reached for him beneath the water. “Hold my hand, maybe?” she offered. “That helps you relax, right?”
“Y—Yeah, sometimes,” Emmett agreed, clutching her hand tightly. “B—But, if I… If I start…”
“It’s okay,” Nova said. “Focus on relaxing yourself right now.”
Emmett tried. He shut his eyes and tried to block out everything that wasn’t the feeling of Nova’s hand in his own, that wasn’t the sound of all the hissing, trickling water. Anything that wouldn’t help him pee, he tried his best to ignore.
Finally, he felt urine rush down his urethra, creating a small bit of warmth in the water surrounding the tip of his cock. He flinched at the sensation, the liquid he was submerged in was growing warm from the heat of his own bodily fluids. Gross, gross, gross! He was soiling the water, soiling HIMSELF, and he’d done this on purpose!
The worst part was how, underneath all the visceral disgust, this felt wonderful. His swollen bladder was loosening up, becoming less bloated as it emptied. The tension that had been twirling through his belly and roosting to the base of his dick was fading away. It didn’t take long for his hesitant trickling to turn into a harsh deluge, and he half expected it to begin making a torrential hissing noise. It didn’t, of course, and that only reminded him even more of the fact that he was actually relieving himself in the pool.
His eyes flew back open and he shuddered, unsure if it was with revulsion or relief. He was so sickened by himself, so nauseated by the feeling of his pee warming all the water around him. But, at the same time, he was so, so, so freaking grateful to be GOING. It was so intense, so much better, urinating for the first time in hours.
The relief was nearly great enough for him to forget where he was, forget that he was defiling the water, forget that someone might be looking at him and realizing exactly what he was doing. After a moment, all he could understand was that he was PEEING and that it was one of the best feelings in the world. Everything else vanished from his brain.
After well over a minute of him just peeing and peeing and peeing, his stream started to fade. Emmett released a long overdue sigh of relief, pushing to get the last few spurts out of his body. Slowly, his brain started to regain its function. The first thing he felt was the unsettling heat of the water he was submerged in. “Yiiiick…” he muttered, dying to get out of this pool.
Nova laughed at the sound of his whining. “Guess that means you’re done…?” she asked.
Emmett jumped, remembering now that he was still holding her hand, and that meant a lot of his piss had probably washed onto her as well. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Nova said. “I’m just glad you finally went. I was starting to get worried.”
“Yeah,” Shelby said. “It would suck if we had to leave the park early because you exploded your bladder and needed to go to the hospital.”
“Shelby, I don’t think it can ACTUALLY explode,” Emmett said, hurrying out of the pool. “Just feels like it sometimes… Come on, I want to go on more slides now and forget about this.”
“Hold on,” Shelby said. “I have to piss too.”
“Shelby, no…” Emmett complained. “The women’s bathroom is OPEN, you don’t have t—“
“Ahhh…” Shelby sighed as she apparently started to urinate in the water. “Hang on, if the women’s room isn’t closed, why didn’t you just say it was an emergency and ask if you could use IT?”
Emmett stared at her, struggling to come up with a response.
“Did you seriously just not even think of that?”
“I… I didn’t,” Emmett admitted. “Next time though, I guess…” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "In A School Uniform".
The uniform here is somewhat based off the one I had to wear to school for one semester. (Minus the wool socks, that's an exaggeration to make Emmett have to drink more, haha.)
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Emmett absolutely HATED the new uniform he was being required to wear to school. The school had gone overboard on a punishment once again. Just because ONE group of kids had decided to wear t-shirts with explicit art on them to class as a joke, rather than giving that one, small group a bunch of detentions or something else that would deter them from repeating the stunt, the administration had decided that now EVERYBODY had to wear a uniform.
Even Emmett— whom wore button up shirts and khaki pants pretty often— thought the outfits looked ridiculously dorky. The boys had to wear these dark blue vests overtop of a long-sleeved, white work-shirt, long, thick black slacks and a silver belt. The school even regulated what socks everyone had to wear— Thick, grey woolen ones. Not only did these outfits make everyone look like they were about to get shoved into a locker in some bad high school movie, but they were also way, WAY too freaking warm!
Emmett lived in Florida— FLORIDA. It was called ‘the Sunshine State’ for a reason. It was warm all the time, often sweltering. Being forced to wear two layers over his chest— and long sleeved layers at THAT, super thick pants and woolen socks every single day to school felt like a form of torture that the Spanish Inquisition would have rejected for being too cruel. If the school’s goal was to make the students miserable, then they’d succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
"Did they… Do you think they specifically asked someone to design outfits that would torture anyone who puts them on?” Emmett asked as they got onto the bus one morning. He was DRENCHED in sweat already. He’d lathered on three extra coats of deodorant to try and help himself feel LESS disgusted by his body’s natural reaction to overheating, but it wasn’t helping very much.
“Most likely,” Shelby said. “Who in the FUCK requires wool socks in freaking Florida?! My feet already feel like they’re swimming.”
Emmett winced at the image, and at how much it felt like HIS feet were doing the same. Every day after school, when he peeled the sweat covered, squelching things off of himself, he would be met with revulsion as he saw how pruny his feet had gotten, and relief as the cool air conditioning of his house finally hit them.
At school, Emmett was so uncomfortable and warm that he couldn’t focus on anything. All he could feel were the buckets of sweat rolling down his neck, down his back, and pooling inside his socks. Every part of his body felt damp and disgusting, like he’d just walked through a swamp. When he was given a test in one of his classes, he noticed drips of water forming on the paper, and a few seconds later realized that it was his own sweat dripping off his face.
Out of pure desperation, he tried to roll up the sleeves on the shirt, and the legs of his pants. Small portions of his arms and legs were at last exposed to the cold air, and he was amazed by how much better he felt in just a matter of seconds.
But, a few minutes later his teacher was standing in front of him. She wasn’t looking at his desk, but just at him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m supposed to say something when I see someone out of uniform.”
Emmett was not out of uniform. He was wearing all of it. Every ugly, dorky, way, way, WAY too fucking hot layer of it. “I’m not—“
“You’re not supposed to roll up the sleeves,” she said. “I’m sorry, it’s just the rule, I—“
“I— I’m so…” Emmett did not like arguing with his teachers, but the thought of having to return his lower arms to the rancid, hot and sweaty swamp inside those sleeves was too much. “I’m so hot…” he whispered. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry. It’s all I can think about.”
“Try and drink some water, okay?” she suggested. “That should help you stay cooler. I’m REALLY sorry.” She lowered her voice. “Don’t tell anybody, but I voted AGAINST these uniforms, and I’m trying to convince the principal to get rid of them.”
Emmett felt a little better hearing that. Even some of the teachers realized how unfair and harmful this was. He also took her advice and drank more from his water bottle, at first just trying to replenish all the fluid his pores kept ejecting down his body, and then because the cold fluid actually WAS making him feel less like he was standing on Mercury. He refilled his water bottle between every class, emptying it very quickly each time.
And, all of that was why he had just now discovered what he hated the MOST about the new uniforms. It wasn’t how dorky they looked. It wasn’t how scratchy the vest was. It wasn’t even how painfully hot he felt when he had it on.
What he hated most were the belt and the slacks.
He was required to tuck the shirt and vest into the slacks, then fasten the belt around his waist. That belt and the shirt and the vest were squeezing on top of his extremely full bladder as he stood in front of a urinal, bouncing up and down frantically while all those big bottles of water he’d finished throughout the day SCREAMED at him that they wanted out.
He hated the belt because it was way too tight, pinching his bladder, cutting firmly into its firm, round curve.
He ALSO hated the belt because the buckle was currently jammed. The prong was caught beneath the bar, and he couldn’t pull it free and get the belt apart.
Which was a pretty big problem thanks to the biggest reason he now hated the slacks; They didn’t have a zipper or button. The only way to free his dick was to pull it out over the waistband, but the tight belt had totally blocked his access.
And he NEEDED to get his dick out. He NEEDED to get it our very, very soon! He’d spent the entirety of the last class clutching onto it and staring at the clock as he begged for time to move faster. The warm sweat that had been pouring off of him in buckets suddenly turned icy cold when he’d felt a little spurt of pee drizzle out of him during the last five minutes. And then, he’d RUN to the nearest restroom, gotten himself in front of this urinal in record time, reached for his belt, sphincters already going loose as he knew he was so, so close to relief…
Then, he’d tried to get the belt apart.
And tried again.
And again.
Horror had dawned on him as he realized the problem, and that he wasn’t close to relief at all.
He stayed where he was, stayed in front of the urinal. Even if all the sight of it was doing was taunting him, he didn’t want to leave his spot. He needed to go so bad, he didn’t want to accept what was happening to him now. When he heard someone take one of the other urinals, heard them EASILY unclasp their belt and release a stream, Emmett whimpered in the back of his throat. ‘Please…’ he begged. ‘Please, I have to pee…’ he kept trying to free the prong from where it was stuck, but it had been bent wrong at some point and wouldn’t budge like it was meant to.
The fact Emmett kept needing to grab himself again to stop his urine from gushing out wasn’t making it any easier to fix the problem. He shifted from foot to foot, urgency flaring through him. ‘Come ON, please!’ he thought, but the prong refused to slide out. “I can’t hold it…” he whispered under his breath. “Please, come on. I can’t hold it…”
The other guy finished up at the urinal, and he looked over at Emmett. “Um… Do you not know how to use it, or something?”
Emmett didn’t respond, just blushed hard. He knew he must have looked pretty silly, doing a major piss-dance in front of a toilet, mumbling about not being able to wait…
“I promise, it’s really easy. You can figure it out if you try,” the guy continued, laughing as he left the room.
Emmett grimaced. If their positions were reversed, Emmett probably would have asked what the problem was, since clearly there WAS one. He wouldn’t have made fun of the other person like that! Plus, that jerk didn’t even wash his hands…
Suddenly, Emmett couldn’t handle looking at the urinal anymore. The sight of it was making his bladder contract hard, making his pee pump so firmly against his trembling sphincters that they felt like they were about to fall to pieces and leave him standing in a massive puddle. He stumbled backwards, towards the sinks as he kept fighting with the belt. But, it was clear that he couldn’t win— And the pulses from within that were causing him to grab his crotch were becoming so frequent that he couldn’t spend much time working on the belt anymore.
He had to face the facts; That belt WASN’T going to unclasp for him right now.
He was going to piss his pants.
He was going to be covering himself in even MORE disgusting fluids than usual today— Something even worse than the lake of sweat his feet were already soaking in. And, then what? He’d have to keep sitting in his pee since he STILL couldn’t get his stupid pants off!
But, it wasn’t like he could just STAY in these clothes forever, right? He HAD to get them off eventually somehow. There had to be a way he could do it.
He reached a hand away from his dick and felt the material of the belt. Just like everything else he was forced to wear, it was pretty thick. There must be SOMETHING he could use on it, though…
He exited the restroom, wincing as his bladder shot him a very confused and angry pang as he left without relieving it. The hallways were empty now, everybody was in class. Emmett had… Never been late to class before. Ever. Anxiety churned inside him, a heavy lead weight that slammed hard into his poor bladder.
He stumbled into his next class, and his teacher shot him a sharp look. “You’re late,” she stated.
“I kn—know, Ms. Hancroft,” Emmett said. “I’m sorry, I… I’m having a problem. Could I t—talk to you?”
“Oh, we’ll talk plenty after class,” she said. “Sit down.”
Emmett wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. He took his seat and immediately started to fan his knees in and out. His hands returned to his crotch and squeezed away.
Shelby was beside him, and stared at him. She’d seen him wriggling and squirming all through the last class, and when he was so late to this one, she was sure he must have decided to be rational for once and use the restroom here. Apparently not. “Why were you late?” she asked.
“B—Because I have to pee!” Emmett whispered. “Be quiet.”
“Um… If you’re late because you needed to go… Why does it still look like you—“
“The clasp thingy on my belt got bent up somehow, I can’t get it loose,” Emmett explained. “Now, quiet!”
Shelby looked at him for another second. She hadn’t considered until that moment that the new uniform pants didn’t have zippers. No way was he getting his… thing out of there without getting the belt off first. “Cut a hole in the crotch of your pants,” she suggested.
“I can’t! I’d have to walk around all day like that!”
“If you don’t, you’ll have to walk around all day covered in—“
“Emmett, Shelby,” Ms. Hancroft snapped. “What is so interesting to the two of you that it can’t wait until after school?”
Emmett fell silent, blushing hard.
Shelby did not share his embarrassment. “Emmett’s belt won’t come apart and he has to pee, like, super, super bad,” she announced.
“Shelby, please!” Emmett squeaked out. He’d been so thankful to be sitting in the BACK of the room where it was unlikely his classmates would notice all his writhing. Now, he knew, they’d all be watching him carefully.
Ms. Hancroft sighed. “If your brother needs the restroom, he should have gone between classes.”
“I tr-tried…” Emmett mumbled.
“He couldn’t. His belt’s stuck, remember?” Shelby said.
“We will not be discussing this any further,” Ms. Hancroft said. “Stop disrupting everyone else. Now, I’ll be seeing BOTH of you after class.”
Emmett’s heart sank. He’d had a little smidge of hope that, after hearing the problem, Ms. Hancroft would offer a solution rather than just more scolding. Of course, he couldn’t be so lucky. But maybe, just maybe, when she held them after class she could be persuaded to help out.
Emmett just had to make it that long, which seemed a LOT easier said than done. He’d barely managed to hold out through his LAST class, after which he’d been so certain of relief that his bladder was STILL reeling from having it snatched away. His body was continuing to spasm in urgent, confused pangs, still unable to comprehend why he hadn’t urinated yet. His bladder couldn’t grasp the concept of a faulty belt keeping its only exit-pathway trapped behind thick fabric. His bladder just knew that, five minutes ago, he’d been facing a urinal and SHOULD have been letting everything flow!
Emmett’s knee bounced frantically beneath his desk, and his hand refused to release his dick. He knew people were glancing back at him now, he heard them snickering at the visual confirmation that he really DID have to pee like, super, super badly just as Shelby had said. But, he couldn’t help the fidgeting! Staying still for even just ten seconds would give his bladder enough leeway to pump out a few spurts of liquid. He HAD to do what he could to pin his pipes closed.
He didn’t hear a single word Ms. Hancroft said after that, all he could hear were the urgent wails coming from within his own body. The worst part was that he was STILL sweating— Actually he was sweating quite a bit MORE than he’d been earlier since holding back his flood was taking so much effort. Sweating was not helping him keep his pee at bay. It was making him thirstier, when the last thing his bladder needed was more water. And, he was sweating so profusely all over that his crotch-region already felt pretty drenched. His boxers were stickily clinging to his thighs in a way that felt absolutely revolting, and made it difficult to tell if the liquid he felt around the head of his cock was just more sweat, or the product of a few more leaks he hadn’t been able to notice slipping past his defenses.
Emmett had plenty of experience with being desperate for a pee, and he had plenty of experience with being sweaty and overheated, but he’d never had to endure BOTH of those things to this extreme a degree at the same time before. He felt utterly miserable. He badly wished he could just be HOME right now. At home, Dad would probably have something that would slice the stupid belt right off of him. Then he could go straight to the bathroom, peel off all this disgusting, heavy clothing, relieve his poor bladder into the toilet, and take a nice, long, cold shower. Finally, he’d be comfortable. He wouldn’t feel like he was on fire and carrying a bomb in his abdomen anymore. He’d be cool, relaxed and empty…
His fantasy was far too vivid for his body, and when he felt more liquid sloshing in his boxers, he knew for sure that it was pee and not sweat. He squeezed his cock tightly and made the leak stop, but there was still so much in there that had to come out, and he STILL didn’t know how he was supposed to get his pants out of the way before it all came pouring through him.
He wished he could at least get the belt to loosen up a little. He hadn’t thought it had been too tight when he’d put it on that morning, but now it felt like the thing was three sizes too small for him. It was straining to wrap all the way around his body, and his bladder was being strangled within an inch of its life in the process.
Emmett kept looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until class ended. Partway through, he questioned why he was even bothering to do that. Once class ended… Then what? He wouldn’t be rushing to a toilet and unloading his bladder. He’d be having a discussion with Ms. Hancroft that was very unlikely to actually end with his belt being removed.
‘Maybe she will help,’ Emmett tried to be optimistic, but that was difficult for him to do even in the best of circumstances. His present dilemma was so far from ideal that thinking happy thoughts was borderline impossible.
Class finally ended, and Emmett abruptly stood to his feet when he heard the bell rang. It was a purely involuntary response, his bladder had recognized the noise as one that meant he could use the toilet now, it was still incapable of understanding everything that was wrong.
Emmett jiggled up and down, lifting one foot off the ground and then the other as he almost skipped in place. Moving around so much was making him feel even warmer, but he couldn’t stop!
Finally, the class emptied and Ms. Hancroft stood in front of his and Shelby’s desks. “Shelby, those were inappropriate things to say during class,” she stated.
“You asked what we were talking about,” Shelby shrugged.
Ms. Hancroft glowered at her. She sighed. “Emmett, this is your first time ever being tardy… What happened?”
“L—Like she said,” Emmett stammered. “I have to… Um… I need to… Use the restroom,” he managed. He didn’t understand why she was making him say this. He was doubled over, his knees knocking together as his hands squeezed away at his crotch. It should have been pretty obvious what he had to do. “And… My belt won’t come apart, so I… I’m kind of ‘stuck’…”
“I’m sure it’s not stuck,” Ms. Hancroft said.
“It is,” Emmett said, miserable. “I don’t know, the metal on the claspy-thing is warped, I can’t move it. I need something to cut through the belt.”
“Well, if you really can’t get it open, I… Guess gardening sheers might cut through it.”
Emmett didn’t know where he’d find a set of those. “Um… Does the janitor have some, or—“
“You can do that at home,” Ms. Hancroft interrupted. “You need to remain in your uniform on school grounds, that means you need your belt on.”
‘Are you SERIOUS?’ Emmett wanted to yell. There were four hours left of the school day— Not even counting the time it would take to get home. He would LITERALLY explode if he tried to hold his pee until then. “I—I’ll tie the cut halves of it together, or something,” he said. “And I’ll wear that. I—“
“It needs to be on and fastened,” Ms. Hancroft said. “That’s the policy.”
Emmett’s bladder didn’t give a fuck about what the ‘policy’ was. It was GOING to empty itself VERY soon, and he’d prefer it if his pants were out of the way when that inevitably happened. “Aren’t there any spare ones, then?”
“No, it’s your responsibility to come to school wearing your uniform.”
“That’s so stupid,” Shelby said what Emmett was thinking.
“Shelby,” Ms. Hancroft said firmly. “These rules exist for a reason.”
Emmett was the kind of person that ALWAYS followed the rules, he hated getting in trouble or making people angry. Emmett’s brain also had a habit of spitting out strange and illogical rules that he’d be compelled to follow; Such as telling him he needs to flick his lamp on and off exactly three times before bed each night to keep bugs out of his room— This was something he knew didn’t make much sense, but he would feel a skittering, twisting feeling in his chest whenever he tried not to do it. Yet, even with its own peculiar penchant for making up ridiculous rules alongside nonsensical reasons that they needed to be obeyed, Emmett’s mind could not think of a single reason that he needed to follow a rule that would cause him to pee his pants at school and then (presumably) be made to sit in it until he could get home and cut his belt off.
“Wh—What is the reason?” Emmett asked, shocked that those words had actually come out of his mouth.
“The uniforms were chosen to help you focus on class instead of on what one another is wearing.”
What.
Was him NOT wearing the stupid belt somehow more distracting to everyone than him doing a desperate pee dance for hours, pissing all over himself, and then wearing urine soaked clothes for the rest of the day?
And… ‘To help you focus’? Emmett hadn’t been able to focus at ALL since the uniforms had been introduced. All he’d learned during the past few weeks was that he could sweat enough during the course of a single day that his feet pruned up like they did when he took his super long showers.
And TODAY he’d been even LESS focused because, in addition to trying to fight off a freaking heat-stroke, he’d been so full of pee that he felt like his back teeth were drowning!
“I… I can’t focus when I really have to—“
“It’s one day,” Ms. Hancroft said. “Wait until you get home, fix the belt issue, and come back tomorrow with a new one.”
“But, I can’t hold it until th—“
“You really think ANYBODY’S gonna be focused after he pisses everywhere?” Shelby asked.
Emmett REALLY wished she would stop saying things like that! He felt like he was boiling alive already, he didn’t need someone making him blush on top of that!
“Shelby, language,” Ms. Hancroft scolded.
“This is stupid,” Shelby repeated. “Nobody is going to notice if he doesn’t have a belt, everyone’s gonna notice if he pees on the floor.”
Gah! Listening to her say that was making Emmett’s bladder spasm even more! Just hearing words like ‘pee’ or ‘piss’ was enough to make him cross his legs tighter. His body had begun to vibrate now, he was so tense that he was shaking uncontrollably.
“I will send you to the office if you keep talking like that,” Ms. Hancroft warned. “Both of you, get to class.”
Emmett fumbled his way out of the classroom, his mind buzzing in an absolute panic. He had to pee SO much! There was a zero percent chance of him making it home before his bladder exploded. He was still struggling to tell the difference between his sweat and his urine, but he KNEW he’d lost at least a FEW more spurts while Ms. Hancroft had been talking to him.
This was all just so unfair! He needed the belt OFF! He needed it off NOW! Why couldn’t Ms. Hancroft just UNDERSTAND that he couldn’t simply ‘wait until he got home’ to take care of his problem? His problem was going to take care of ITSELF very soon if he didn’t get a handle on things!
And now, after just having been in trouble for being late to ONE class, he was late to ANOTHER because Ms. Hancroft had kept him there for so long.
Shelby walked beside him. He was about to miserably force himself down the hall that led to his next class, but Shelby squeezed his shoulder and started to drag him in the other direction.
“Shelby, wh—what are you—“
“Come on,” Shelby said. “We’re fixing this.”
“But, she said that I have to—“
“These rules are stupid, you shouldn't follow dumb rules,” Shelby said. She led him down the hall and up to the janitor’s closet.
“What’s—“
Shelby knocked on the door. “I hope he’s—“
The door opened, the janitor— the same one that had accidentally caught Emmett relieving himself into a mop bucket months ago— was standing there. He looked at them, his eyes lingering on Emmett’s frantic fidgeting. “Um… Is one of the bathrooms busted?” he guessed.
“No,” Shelby said. “The clasp on his belt got bent out of shape and he can’t open it. We need something to cut through the material fast.”
Emmett was immensely relieved that she didn’t tack on something like “We need something to cut through the material fast, before he has a huge accident and floods the entire school.” But, before he could let any breath from his lungs, his hips wriggled from how badly he still needed to feel a different kind of relief.
The janitor kept staring. “Um… Okay,” he said. “I have the shears I use to trim the bushes out front, would that help?”
Shelby nodded. “Yes.”
He reached up onto a shelf. “Alright, be REALLY careful, I could get into a lot of trouble for this.”
“We will be,” Shelby said, turning to Emmett “You want to cut it, or— Oh, I guess I should do it, right? Don’t want you wielding a sharp thing around down there when you’re so shaky! What if Nova decides she wants kids some day?”
“Shelby, for the love of God, just cut the stupid belt before I burst!” Emmett begged.
Shelby stood to Emmett’s left and struggled to place the belt between the blades of the shears. It didn’t help that Emmett’s hips wouldn’t stop wriggling! “Hold still…” she said. “And don’t put your belt on so tight, there’s barely any space!”
Emmett groaned, “I’m TRYING to stay still!” he whined. And… The belt had actually felt too LOOSE when he’d put it on this morning! He couldn’t believe how tight it seemed now.
Shelby finally got the blades in the right place and pressed down as hard as she could. The things were sharp, definitely strong, but she still struggled to saw through the material of the belt. Finally, there was a very loud SNAP and the horrid, awful thing that had been confining Emmett for so long fell to the floor, and he was pissing.
FUCK, FUCK, NO! He was so close, just sto—
But, then he looked down. No puddle was forming. There wasn’t any hissing emitting from between his legs.
He WASN’T pissing.
That sudden feeling of pressure dissipating HADN’T been his bladder splitting open. It had just been the release of the horrifically constricting strap that had been squeezing into it. Where the belt had once strangled firmly into his abdomen, he now saw a swollen, distended bump protruding noticeably in his center. His lower stomach was rounded with his firm, overfull bladder— A massive, stone-hard ball of urine where it had once been smooth and flat— VERY visible even with the thick shirt and vest still covering it.
No wonder his belt had suddenly been feeling too tight…
Shelby was staring at him— Or, more specifically, at the swell resting painfully inside him. She’d seen him desperate many, many times, but she’d never seen… That. She didn’t think she’d ever seen her own body do anything like that before either. “Are you okay!?”
Emmett shook his head quickly, turning about and trying to think of which restroom was closest to his current position. His mind made up, he rushed down the hallway. Shelby followed after him, thinking that if they were BOTH late to their next class he might feel a little better about it. By the time she’d caught up, the restroom door was already swinging shut behind him. ‘Jeez, he moves fast when he needs to piss…’
Inside the restroom, Emmett had arrived at the same urinal he’d failed to use earlier, this time, he easily lowered the waistband of his pants and reached in for his cock. The inside of his boxers felt extremely clammy and gross, he still wasn’t sure if it was mostly sweat or mostly urine, but either way he wanted it off of him. He retrieved his slick, wet member, a droplet of clear pee already hanging from its tip as he aimed.
To his dismay, in spite of his horrid desperation, when he told his bladder to release, his stream trickled out in a dismal, slow manner, like trying to pump water out of an old, rusty tap. His muscles had been tight and tense for so long that they refused to relax themselves all the way and give him the relief he craved. “C—Come on…” he begged his dribbles to increase into a jet, but he was still just barely letting it out.
He reached a hand beneath his shirt, and started to rub it against his bladder. He flinched and jerked his hand back— Not from pain (although that HAD hurt), but from the shock of how his bladder actually FELT. For some reason, when he’d noticed the bump he’d thought it looked squishy and malleable, but in reality it was hard as stone, heavy and firm, like it would need to be broken up by a pickaxe.
The feeling of it, the knowledge that something like THAT existed in his body— was STUCK inside his body, made him panic. Did he need to go to a hospital?! He wanted to wait until all the pee was out of him before he freaked out— surely his abdomen would be flat again once the urine was gone, right? But, his fear made it even TRICKIER to open his faucet up the rest of the way.
He heard the door open and tensed his back, hoping that whoever just came in wouldn’t notice and comment on his problem like the guy from earlier had. “Did you piss yourself?” he heard Shelby ask.
“No!” Emmett stammered. “Why are you— Get out! I’m trying to go!”
“You actually have to TRY to do that right now?”
“It… I held it too long, I can’t… I need to go to the hospital.” Emmett tried to explain. He was averaging about three drips of piss per second. “I probably have urinary retention. Or a bladder stone.”
Shelby rolled her eyes. His catastrophizing self-diagnoses were NEVER to be encouraged. In the past he’d convinced himself that he had Ebola because his throat was sore. He’d also become convinced he was suffering from Stoneman Syndrome when his shoulders felt stiffer than usual. He’d self-diagnosed himself with severe Hypochondria once, and when he did THAT Shelby wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. “I doubt it’s that serious… Just pee.”
“I’m TRYING, it’s just… It’s barely—“
Shelby cranked one of the sinks on. “There,” she said. She turned on the one next to it. “Even better.”
Emmett stomped his feet hard against the floor, “Ack—! Stop that, it’s making it wor—“ He was interrupted when his sphincters finally broke and allowed his stream to really start gushing. “Ahhhhhhh…..”
“That helping you?” Shelby asked.
“Yessss…” Emmett answered blearily. “Helps a lot…” He shivered as it all came rushing out of him at last. He felt the most wonderful sensation of ‘shrinking’ happening in his lower belly, and hoped that meant the freaky swelling he’d seen there was vanishing. Pee continued to spray away for close to two minutes, and then he fumbled his member back into his pants. “Ahhh…” he sighed again, going to the still running sink.
Shelby snickered as he put his hand under the water, and he turned to her. “Don’t laugh, I really had to go…”
Shelby’s face fell after a second. She watched her brother scrubbing at his hands, using the sink that she’d cranked all the way to hot and now had steam flowing around it. After how hot he’d been today, she’d thought for sure that would get a yelp or a complaint out of him, but it was like he didn’t even notice the temperature of the water.
“Heh, guess with how warm the uniforms are, even boiling water feels cool to you?” Shelby guessed. She looked, his hands were scorching pink and red all over…
“Huh?” Emmett asked.
“I only turned on the hot water,” Shelby said. “As a joke…”
“Oh, well I always wash my hands with hot water, so I guess I didn’t notice” Emmett shrugged, switching the faucet off. “Cold water doesn’t kill germs as fast.”
“It was steaming…”
“Yeah,” Emmett nodded. “I usually wait for it to start doing that before—“
“…Are you okay?” Shelby asked for the second time that hour.
“I’m fine,” Emmett said. He looked down, worried that the bulge in his belly was still there, but it was flat. “Yeah, I’m okay. Don’t have to pee anymore.”
That wasn’t what Shelby had been asking about.
The two got to class, and were scolded for being over twenty minutes late. Emmett tried to explain what all had taken place, but before he got two words out he was already receiving a talking to for not having his belt on. He was warned that if he did anything like that again this week, he would be given a detention.
Emmett sat at his desk and sighed heavily. He thought he’d have a much easier time following the school’s rules if they didn’t all make it so hard to pee. |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "Christmas Dinner".
Dr. Willow is Ethan, who appears in one of my other fics, No Time For A Break.
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Emmett didn’t want to do this at all. His therapist, Dr. Willow, had said it would be good for him— Had called it Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, or something like that. “You take small steps, doing things that scare you a little until you’re more comfortable, and then doing things that scare you more.” His therapist had had him write a list of all the things he was frightened to do, in order from least-to-most distressing. And, he thought now that he’d made the list in the wrong order, because what he was doing NOW was very, very scary.
It was scary to him, anyway. Maybe not to most other people, but to HIM it was terrifying. Number four on his list; ‘Prepare raw meat while wearing gloves’. Since Emmett’s germ fears were largely tied to a phobia of vomiting, he didn’t feel at all comfortable touching raw meat. His skin would become utterly contaminated with the juices, which could contain all manner of nasty things that would make him very sick.
And, he’d thought that the addition of the gloves would make it less stressful, since his skin wouldn’t come into DIRECT contact with anything, but they weren’t helping as much as he’d hoped. He could still FEEL the sliminess through the material, and that was enough to make him anxious.
But, he had promised himself he’d do this; He would help Dad prepare Christmas dinner by TOUCHING the raw beef and sausage and forming it into meatballs. Something that should have been super, super simple, but it wasn’t.
He knew he HAD to learn how to deal with this, otherwise for the rest of his life, the only way he’d be able to eat anything with meat in it would be if someone else prepared it for him. And, it probably wasn’t healthy to base his diet around which foods he could stand to cook by himself.
It just wasn’t easy. The texture of the uncooked beef bothered him, and he especially didn’t like the way bits of it clung onto the gloves— If they weren’t in the way, all that stuff would be stuck on his hands!
He was already a nervous wreck as he assisted his father with the meal prep, but when he realized he really should have relieved his bladder before coming to the kitchen, it got a lot worse.
It was okay to leave the kitchen right now, nothing needed to be watched as it cooked just yet. But, Emmett didn’t really have a way to deal with his clothes so he could pee at the moment.
The gloves he had on now were his only set. He did NOT want to touch his zipper (and especially not his penis) with the gloves that were coated in meat juices. He also did not want to take the gloves OFF until he was done needing them, because to put them back ON after he peed, he’d need to touch the contaminated parts with his bare hands.
So, he was going to have to hold his pee IN for a little while.
His other option was to ask Dad or Shelby to help him take off the gloves and put them back on after he’d peed. Which would require him to explain out loud WHY he was so reluctant to do it himself. And that was the thing, Emmett knew that the ‘Glove Rules’ his brain had spat out for him to deal with were absurd. They would make very little sense to anyone that didn’t live inside of his head. Saying “I need you to help me take the gloves off so I can pee, because I can’t touch my clothes with something that touched the meat. And I need you to put them back on my hands afterwards so I don’t accidentally touch the parts that touched the meat,” would be humiliating.
That was one of the worst things about his problem, it was so embarrassing to talk about, and it was hard to get help with something when he felt too ashamed to even bring it up.
So, he tried to focus on just getting his job quickly so he could pee before it got too urgent. They always made lots of meatballs for Christmas so that they’d have leftovers to use in other recipes over the course of the next week. So, it took a while to shape all of them. Emmett had been moving rather robotically, wary of accidentally dropping something or allowing the meat to get too close to his body. Shelby and Dad were having a much easier time, they didn’t care about touching the stuff with their bare hands. Emmett had spent ages trying to figure out why things that were so simple for everyone he knew had to be these massive hurdles for him.
He thought about that for a bit as he monotonously formed the meatballs, it helped to distract him from his growing urge for the bathroom. So many little things were just so hard to deal with! Emmett always had to buy slip-on shoes. Shelby teased him by claiming he’d never learned to tie laces. But, that wasn’t the reason. He just didn’t want to have to TOUCH shoelaces that had touched the dirty ground. He had to always make sure to bring his own pencils to school, because if he had to borrow one, he wouldn’t know where it had been. He needed to wear gloves to try and help his family prepare dinner, and he couldn’t leave to pee until they were done because he couldn’t think of a way to relieve himself without feeling contaminated.
Great, he was thinking about peeing again… He was starting to need to do that an awful lot. And, it wasn’t until this moment that he was realizing how important it was to be able to put his hands wherever he wanted when he had to go. He didn’t feel any immediate urgency to hold himself or anything, but standing still and moving so stiffly wasn’t comfortable at all anymore. But, he now had to pay such careful attention to where his hands ended up that it was like he had to carefully PLAN every squirm he made— Which was next to impossible since it wasn’t as though he could anticipate what his bladder was going to feel like in the coming seconds, what it was going to prompt him to do.
He couldn’t allow his hands to touch any part of his body right now— Or even come too close, because what if something dripped off of the gloves and poisoned him? When he had to pee, he didn’t only use his hands to grip himself when he felt on the verge of exploding. He used them to adjust his pants so his waistband didn’t feel too tight. He used them to tug at his bangs since that always helped him feel less tense for some reason. He stuck his fingers through his belt-loops, he curled his hands into fists, he wrapped his arms around himself so he’d feel steadier…
He couldn’t do ANY of those things right now.
He could only really move his lower body around to help him hold it. He was lifting his feet from the floor, one after the other. This actually seemed to just HEIGHTEN the pressure inside his bladder, though. He sped up his work with the meat balls, biting his lip gently. The bowl of meat was still so full, they still had a lot left to make, and the tingling in his middle was turning into a much more frantic buzz.
Again, he considered asking for help. But, apart from being too ashamed of himself to do it, he didn’t really want to open his mouth right now and breathe something in. Again, he was fully aware that he was being silly. That, he thought, was something most people probably didn’t understand about him; He KNEW that his fears were ridiculous, he just DIDN’T know how to make them go away.
So, he just kept going, silently enduring his need. He ended up leaning against the counter a bit, placing a tiny amount of pressure on his crotch. Immediately, he was feeling a slight dissipation in the pressure at his opening. The tugging feeling running down his length lightened up and he felt more confident that he could keep waiting.
Five minutes later, all of that confidence was gone. He was so uncomfortable, the heaviness of his bladder weighing him down and the counter wasn’t enough of a deterrent for his urine anymore. He kept having all these awful, sharp spasms that ended with painful heat at his opening; He felt dangerously close to letting go of a drip. He needed to give himself a squeeze, a real one! He needed to wrap one hand around his length while the other pinched his tip closed. But, he didn’t dare let his hands touch his clothes or his body.
His legs had begun to rub together, knees knocking, ankles crossing. His lower half was allowed to squirm as much as it wanted, and his bladder wanted his legs moving a lot! Of course, it was only a matter of time before his fidgeting was noticed.
Shelby noticed his feet bouncing and her first thought was that he needed to go to the bathroom. But, unable to think of a decent reason he wouldn’t simply GO given he was inside his own house, she had to assume something else was bugging him. That was unfortunate, she’d sort of been hoping that he’d get USED to touching the meat the longer he did it, but he looked significantly LESS comfortable now than he had at the start. She considered teasing him, but thought better of it; He’d TRIED, he really had… He’d spent over half an hour so far doing something that he REALLY didn’t want to do, and that didn’t warrant mockery. “Hey,” she leaned in closer to him. “If it’s getting to be too much, you can stop early.”
It took Emmett a second to register what she was actually talking about, that she was referring to his anxiety and not his desperation. He hadn’t even considered if stopping early and leaving Dad and Shelby to finish everything was an option— He could pee and not have to worry about putting the gloves back on afterwards.
His therapist was going to ask him how his ‘experiment’ went, though. If he stopped now, he’d have to admit he’d been unable to finish because he’d needed to relieve himself, and explain why THAT had prevented him from completing his task. His face was already going red as he thought through the words he’d need to say.
His bladder surged so powerfully that he needed to snap his thighs together, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop the little dribble that seeped out. ‘Your therapist is the LAST person you should be embarrassed to say these things to!’ He scolded himself as he formed another meat ball, trying not to show any reaction to the warm spill he felt inside his boxers. God… He was just so ashamed of himself! He’d already started having an accident all because his ridiculous phobias had to turn every, little thing into such a logistical nightmare.
He was so pathetic… No one else on Earth could ever possibly have a problem like this. Anyone else, if they had to go THIS badly while they were doing something, and they were AT HOME with the toilet RIGHT down the hall… They’d be able to just STOP and relieve their bladder without issue! But, no. He just couldn’t be normal. Instead, he just held it and grew more and more humiliated by the fact that he WAS holding it.
“I— I’m okay,” he told Shelby finally.
Dad looked over at him next, and Emmett tried to turn all his focus to the work in front of him. His face burned. Dad had had difficulties understanding him before in the past, when Emmett was little, he’d been so confused why he wasn’t like other kids; Why he got so scared over seemingly nothing, why he did strange things and always did them in the exact same way, why he freaked out if he was prevented from doing one of those things.
Dad had tried things like just forbidding Emmett from partaking in his ‘habits’, since that’s what they all seemed to be to him. “You need to take only one shower a day from now on”, “Only two squirts of soap when you wash your hands, alright? And only do it when you’re about to eat or just finished using the bathroom”, “Don’t flick your lamp on and off before bed anymore.”
Dad had thought that making Emmett pay attention to his ‘bad habits’ and telling him to stop would help him get over them. “It’s like how I used to bite my nails, you just need to catch yourself when you’re about to do these things, and stop.” He’d thought it would be simple. But, Emmett hadn’t been able to stop, and scolding him about it made him cry and hyperventilate.
Dad had gotten a little better a few years ago when Emmett first started seeing a therapist. Dr. Willow had been able to figure out why Emmett behaved the way he did really fast, after only a few sessions. Emmett had always sort of thought that he had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but it made him feel better to hear a doctor confirm it.
And Dr. Willow had explained it to Dad after Emmett had asked him to. “These ‘habits’ your son has, they aren’t really just ‘habits’, they’re called ‘compulsions’. They’re things he feels he NEEDS to do in response to obsessive thoughts and anxieties. They help him feel calmer, and he isn’t at a stage right now where he’s able to control these behaviors, resist them and still feel safe. Right now, if he was forced NOT to engage in these behaviors at all, he would be in an almost constant state of panic. What he has can be treated and managed, but it’s a gradual process and we can’t push him too much at once.”
Dad had felt bad once he’d heard all of that. He’d been certain that he was HELPING Emmett by doing what he’d been doing, but instead he’d been making his son feel bad just because his brain worked in a certain way. He’d apologized a lot, promised he’d be more understanding, and he HAD been…
But, would Dad understand THIS? Even Emmett himself thought it was stupid! Dad surely would, too! Emmett tried to straighten himself out some. His legs were wound together now, he knew it probably looked like he had to pee. He attempted to draw his legs AWAY from one another, but as soon as his dick wasn’t being awkwardly clamped between his thighs, he was leaking again. He had to snap them back together and barely managed to hold back his whimpering.
‘You’re really gonna do this, huh?’ He asked himself. ‘You’re gonna wet your pants right here in the kitchen because you’re too ashamed to explain what all you need help with?’ Emmett’s spine stiffened up, if he pissed himself he was going to be contaminated ANYWAY, so shouldn’t he just go now and deal with the germy gloves? At least that way, he’d JUST get contaminated, rather than contaminated AND embarrassed.
He set down the meat ball he’d finished making, and tried to work up the nerve to do this, to just get it over with. He knew he’d feel so much better if he peed, if he just got RID of the awful pressure in his lower gut. His hands twitched, sweat beaded on his brow.
“Emmett, are you alright? Do you need to use the restroom?” Dad asked suddenly.
Emmett tensed his thighs up more, just being ASKED if he had to pee was making him need to do it more! “I—“
“You’re… Making the same face you always did when you were little and had to pee…” Dad shrugged. “You know that you can, right? You can take a break.”
“Mmmm…” Emmett chewed his lower lip. He hadn’t realized that there was a specific expression he made when he needed to go, and he was a little embarrassed to find that out. “Th—The gloves…” he said, as if that would somehow help another person understand the chaos that went through his brain.
“What about them?”
“I— I only have this pair,” Emmett said. “And… I don’t want to touch my zipper with them on, and— And to put them back on, I’ll have to touch the outsides where the—“
“Have you been trying to hold it because you didn’t want to ask for help with the gloves?” Dad asked.
Emmett looked away, shaking with embarrassment and desperation. He’d give anything to go back in time and tell himself to pee BEFORE heading to the kitchen. He remembered he’d even NOTICED that he had to go on his way in here! It had been hours since his morning pee, he’d had lots to drink, the pressure had been clear even then! But, no! He’d been so eager to get THIS over with that he’d skipped peeing, and now he had to humiliate himself!
“Don’t… Don’t do that, okay?” Dad said, taking Emmett’s hands and starting to remove one of the gloves. “Just tell me if something’s bothering you. I’m really proud of you for helping out even though it’s hard for you, you’re being brave.” He got the first glove off, and immediately that bare hand flew down to Emmett’s crotch and squeezed.
Emmett flinched, he hadn’t even realized that he was going to grab himself until he suddenly just WAS. His face burned.
Shelby was looking at the placement of Emmett’s free hand now, startled that it had moved so quickly— The INSTANT the glove was gone, he was squeezing himself. Like, he’d been dying to do it for a while… And had been so scared to touch his body with something ‘dirty’ that he’d not only refused to empty his bladder, he’d also made it even harder to hold.
The second glove came off and Emmett wavered, trying NOT to let that hand go between his legs, but he wouldn’t feel filthy if he did that now, and he just HAD to, and— With a moan, he doubled over and granted himself the double-handed grip he’d been dying to use.
“Pl—Please tell me sooner next time, alright?” Dad suggested, taken aback by how severe Emmett’s desperation actually was.
Emmett didn’t reply, he was too ashamed. He just rushed off and locked himself into the restroom, grateful for how close it was. Another leak pulsed forth when he saw the toilet, warming his just-dried boxers with new dampness. Even the tight squeeze he had on his dick wasn’t enough to keep it in. He struggled with his zipper, alternating between forcing it down a couple notches and pressing his hand back against it when more drips escaped the confines of his bladder.
At last, it was out of his way and he was aiming his member in his trembling hands. A typhoon erupted from its tip, colliding loudly with the water in the bowl and producing an ear-splitting hiss. The instant he was peeing, liquid was seeping from the corners of his eyes as well. He wasn’t sure if they were from how awful the embarrassment felt or from how amazing the relief was.
Guh… He’d nearly peed his pants in his own house, when BOTH bathrooms were unlocked and available! The whole thing had been so idiotic! Why did he have to DO this to himself!? Why couldn’t he be normal!? Why did he have to be so afraid of freaking EVERYTHING? He was a coward, and he was lucky he’d even been able to make it to the toilet.
‘Coward…’ Emmett had said that word to Dr. Willow once. Dr. Willow had told him NOT to call himself that anymore.
“Everyone NEEDS to be able to feel fear,” Dr. Willow had said. “It’s what keeps us safe. If I didn’t feel fear, I may go to the top of a tall bridge and jump right off to dive in the water. I’d get really hurt if I did that, though, so whenever I’m high up, my brain is telling me to be careful and I feel scared. That’s normal and healthy. Think of fear as kind of like a home security alarm, it’s just going off to warn you of danger… But, for some people, that alarm has a couple wires crossed and it’s a little TOO sensitive— It’s going off when you don’t really NEED it to be. And, that doesn’t make you broken, or a coward, or anything else. It just makes you different— I’d even say it makes you brave. You’re afraid of germs, things that exist EVERYWHERE, but you still go out and do things, and touch things. You just have some ‘false alarms’ sometimes, and we can help you learn how to distinguish between the false ones and the real ones.”
Today’s ‘glove debacle’ had probably been one of those ‘false alarms’ Dr. Willow had mentioned. But, he’d still gotten through it, at least. He’d helped Dad, and Dad said he was proud of him, and even if he’d come CLOSE to an accident, he still hadn’t actually HAD one.
Emmett shivered, the last of his pee being pumped out. He zipped back up and scrubbed off his hands at the sink. He felt a bit better now, and not just because his bladder was no longer bursting. |
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Your Vikavolt lands a powerful Thunderbolt, which is enough to knock out your opponent’s Charizard. Your opponent, an Ace trainer, sighs, retracting his Pokemon back into her Pokeball. You take a moment to feed your Vikavolt a Pokebean for a good job before sending it back into his Ultra Ball. You celebrate, now moving to the next battle in the Battle Tree.
After becoming the brand new champion of the Alola region, you were invited to the Battle Tree, where only the strongest trainers can battle with each other. You sometimes wonder why it took them until you beat the League before they allowed you in, considering they let in people with only 2 or 3 grand trials under their belt. Oh well.
A nurse comes up to you, bringing a portable healing machine with her. You place your Pokeballs on the counter, used to this by now.
As your Pokemon start to heal, you notice the body language of the nurse. She seems to be squirming around, as if she’s in a hurry. Upon seeing that her crotch is being held by her hands, you figure out her predicament. She doesn’t seem to notice, looking behind her in the distance.
Due to the nurse’s problems, you are reminded of your own. You haven’t used the bathroom since early in the morning, and it was about 11:00 am right now. Taking a break from the thrill of battle, you only now realize how much you need to go. You can feel the urine inside your bladder. Now that you think about it, you also need to take a crap as well. You hear your stomach rumble, but the nurse once again seems to ignore it. You could probably take one more battle before a break, though.
You hear a short little dingle and look at the healing machine, seeing that your Pokemon have been fully healed. The nurse, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, grabs the healing machine and tries her best to fast-walk her way down the spiral of wood.
“Must be tedious.” you mutter to yourself. Every time you’ve won a battle, you’ve gotten a few feet higher up the tree-house-like structure. Considering you’ve won about 40 consecutive battles in the span of three days, you’re willing to bet that this wasn’t the first time the nurse was getting close to an accident.
You get ready for the next battle. You walk up the wooden floor attached to the tree, wondering who you’ll have to battle next. Eventually, you walk onto a large, open battle arena with a designated battle area on the floor. You stand here, waiting for your opponent.
You become surprised to see Champion Cynthia walking to the other side of the arena.
You’ve seen Cynthia on the news before. You know that she used to be one of the most powerful champions of all time, having the longest time enlisted as a Champion at a whopping 5 years. Even after she lost her title, she still trained her Pokemon-battling skills. She’s known today for her battling ability along with her strong team of Pokemon, especially her Garchomp.
This would be a tough battle.
“Well, looks like it’s the new Alola champion.” Cynthia says to you. She flashes one of her Ultra Balls at you. “I must say, the champion title is quite impressive. But you’ve only held it for a few weeks. Can you beat a champion who’s trained for years?”
She stops her small talk, seemingly noticing your problem. You blush, realizing that you weren’t doing a good at hiding your bathroom needs. Cynthia is trying her hardest to get rid of the small smirk on her face, but it can be seen clear as day. She then perks up, as if she had an idea.
“Well, it seems you need to go to the bathroom.” Cynthia says to you. Your face turns red without you even realizing at first. “Honestly, I need to go as well.” she admits. “The Malasadas over at Hau’oli City weren’t very compatible with my stomach.” She pauses. You could have sworn you heard a fart come out from Cynthia, but you aren’t completely sure.
“Let’s make this a bit more interesting. Whoever loses this battle has to let go and void their bowels on the spot.” Cynthia suggests. You think about her bizarre request. You have been hoping for a challenge for a while, and not only have you finally gotten it, you have some extra incentive to win.
You agree with the terms of the battle, and Cynthia’s smile widens.
“Great. Let’s battle. Good luck.”
You start your battle with Cynthia. You’ve heard of her battle prowess, and she’s as tough as you expected. You’re surprised as you send out your Salandit only for it to be quickly disposed of by Cynthia’s Lucario hitting it with a Stone Edge.
As the battle continues, both of you try your hardest to take down the other’s team. As you give orders to your Turtonator, you almost lose control. You feel a few drops of pee exit your bladder, creating a very miniscule stain in your underwear. You’re able to feel a bit of warmth, and you’re glad Cynthia isn’t able to see. She seems to be struggling as well. She releases another fart, this one loud and clear. Cynthia tries to fan away the air with her hands. You take advantage of her distraction to land a powerful Flamethrower on her Togekiss.
After a good 8 minutes of battling, you have your Decidueye finish off Cynthia’s last Pokemon, Garchomp, with a Leaf Blade. As it faints, Cynthia sighs, defeated. She sends her Pokemon back into her Pokeball. With another victory under your belt, you pump your fists in the air, having defeated such a strong trainer. Then you remember your little deal with her.
“Well, I will say, I may have underestimated you.” Cynthia admits. “I was really hoping to beat you, but a deal is a deal.” She turns around, her butt facing you. She squats and lifts her long, black dress, ready to give you a show.
You watch in awe as you start to hear Cynthia grunt, seemingly trying to push it out. You fully expected her to bail out of the deal, but it seems that she keeps to her word. She squats down even lower, and you hear yet another hot fart come from Cynthia’s rear end. From what it seems, it looks like she’s unsure if she should actually poop her pants in front of someone she’s only known for 10 minutes.
You then hear a crackling noise, and as you expect, you can start to make out a growing bulge in Cynthia’s pants-covered rump. You can hear her gasp as she excretes her feces into her improv toilet. One by one, another log of feces enters Cynthia’s underwear. You wonder what kind of underwear she’s wearing, but then try to shake away the lewd question. The bulge in her pants gets bigger, and starts to sink to the ground a bit.
Throughout the entire process, Cynthia releases several farts, ranging from loud braps to silent-but-deadlies to poppy, short farts. You start to realize that whatever underwear Cynthia was wearing wasn’t very tight, because some of the feces starts to fall out of Cynthia’s underwear and drop into her pants instead. Cynthia is clearly surprised by this. By now, the pooping has stopped, but the back of her pants are filled with her waste.
“That… was embarrassing.” Cynthia tells you, blushing as she turns around. “I’ll... be taking my leave now.” Clearly embarrassed due to her self-inflicted predicament, she throws out a Pokeball, releasing a Ride Charizard specifically meant for air travel. She waddles to the fire-flying type dragon, trying not to get the poop anywhere else on her body. Sitting on a saddle, she waves to you one last time before soaring away, presumably to find a private place to change.
You look at her as she flies away, thinking about how strange she was. She was a nice sport, at the least. Unfortunately, only now do you remember your bathroom needs. In fact, as you look down, you can already see that you’ve peed yourself a bit. You can feel the warmth on your shorts, and there’s a small stain there to show to the world that you pissed yourself.
As you try to wait for the nurse to come back, you can’t hold it any longer. You can’t fight your urges, and you watch as you release your bladder. Your underwear and shorts quickly become soaked, and you can feel an immense warmth coming from your clothes. Unfortunately, while your front side is filled with pee, your backside starts to be filled with feces.
The first log slips out of your anus and into your underwear, signaled by a crackling noise. You give up, powerless at this point. Another pellet comes out, and a few more, with some farts in between. You sigh, and you check the damage with your hand. The bulge, while not as big as Cynthia's, is still quite big and very noticeable.
The nurse comes back up the tree, this time panting out of exhaustion. She notices your predicament, but luckily, she doesn’t ask questions. You tell her that you no longer wish to continue. She nods and writes on a sheet of paper what your current battle streak is. You’re so embarrassed, you don’t even notice that the nurse has a yellow stain on her skirt. |
Hi everyone! I'm here with chapter one of a Kacchako story, chapter 2 incoming sometime soon! (All characters aged up of course)
Chapter One
The event ran through her mind constantly, it was a month ago by now but she kept thinking about it. She got the idea from Mina to spice up her and Katsuki’s sex life by watching porn during foreplay to get “in the mood” better.. When she told Katsuki about this idea he told his girlfriend she should stop getting sex advice from Mina, but he was open to the idea. When Ochaco proposed that they watch whatever porn he wants to on his computer, he was less open to the idea.
“Why not?” Ochaco protested.
“Because… the stuff I watch...It’s just weird okay.” Katsuki flustered, Ochaco knew her boyfriend wasn’t one to fluster usually so she knew he was hiding something.
“Katsuki, whenever I asked you if you had any fetishes you told me you didn’t!” Ochaco scolded him, she was one of the few people he would allow to do that. “Besides, whatever you’re into, I’m sure it’s not that weird. I’ll be open minded.”
So begrudgingly, Katsuki opened his laptop and began typing in his favorite porn website all while glowing red. Ochaco stared over his shoulder, and when the site popped up she read the video titles. Admittedly, it was weird. At first she didn’t understand, all of the women in the videos seemed clothed but they all had exasperated looks on their faces, then she read the titles of the videos. They all seemed to include the words ``desperate” “bursting” and “piss”.
“Katsuki…” Ochaco looked over and her boyfriend averted his eyes.
“Let’s just-“ Katsuki began to close the laptop before Ochaco reached for his hand.
“Put one of these on.” She ordered. He looked shocked before nodding and clicking on one of the videos, the red bar on the bottom showed it was one he had already seen before.
Ochaco watched the video intently, it was a girl that sort of resembled her actually, standing outside of a bathroom door that was apparently locked. The girls hands were firmly placed between her thick thighs, and she had on a shirt and a pair of light blue panties. Ochaco also watched Katsuki intently. The bulge in his pants growing, the still present redness on his face. He wasn’t watching Ochaco, too ashamed the anti-gravity hero reckoned. Instead he was transfixed on the video, and Ochaco recognized the lustful look in his eyes all too well.
The girl in the video began banging on the door when Ochaco moved her hand to rub Katsuki through his thin gray sweatpants. Ochaco heard his voice hitch when she touched him, and he put his hands on hers while she palmed his erection.
“I like it so far.” She whispered in his ear. She wasn’t lying, she didn’t quite find it as sexy as Katsuki clearly did. But she saw the appeal, an attractive woman bouncing around, desperate and begging for release and being denied. And then Ochaco heard Katsuki grunt and felt his cock twitch, she looked at the screen and saw why. The actress stopped bouncing and went silent, then Ochaco saw the dark wet patch begin to form on the back of her panties. Then the streaks of piss running down her pale legs and pooling on the floor under her.
It was Ochaco’s turn to be entranced by the video. And how nice those soaking wet panties made the actresses ass look. That was until she was knocked out of her trance by her boyfriend's grunt, followed by a warm wet feeling on her hand. Ochaco looked over at her beet red boyfriend covering his eyes, with a shiny dark wet stain on the front of his gray sweatpants.
Katsuki didn’t want to talk about that incident ever since it happened. Ochaco knew he was embarrassed, but he didn’t need to be! Ochaco thought the whole thing was very hot, and actually did research of her own and watched some more videos since. But everytime she tried to approach Katsuki about it he said he didn’t want to talk about it. Ochaco knew how much he liked this kink, and she had a plan to give her boyfriend an experience he’ll always remember.
One Friday night a month Katsuki and Ochaco would go to a local theater and see a movie. It was a small theater, and the two heroes were rarely recognized. Ochaco had been drinking water and avoiding the toilet all day, she normally had a very large bladder so she knew that to get where she wanted to be it would take some time. As for her outfit she decided that wearing a dress would probably be safest for her plans, luckily for her she picked up a cute pink sundress recently. And a pair of blue panties, matching the ones of the actress in the video.
When she and Katsuki left, she was at around a “7” on the desperation scale, or at least according to the guides she read online. But again, she knew she had a big bladder so she knew that when she got there she was going to get a drink too.
“Hey cheeks.” Katsuki startled Ochaco, when she looked over he was peering at her while driving. “You’re quiet, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing!” Ochaco said. “Just thinking about work, ya know!”
It looked like Katsuki would accept this for now, but she didn’t know. Could he tell what she had planned? She wanted to surprise him since she didn’t know how he’d react. But if he knows that might ruin the whole plan. If he did, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride to the theater. And he didn’t say anything when Ochaco ordered a large sweet tea. Or when Ochaco sipped regularly through the previews despite noticeably squirming.
As the lights dimmed Ochaco realized that the two of them were some of the only people in the theater, they sat in the back while everyone else was sitting closer to the front. She sipped on her tea again until she felt a pang from her bladder. It was telling her it needed to go, now. Her hand immediately shot between her already clenched thighs. This, Katsuki noticed. But Ochaco just began smoothing her skirt. She wanted Katsuki to ask first, she wanted him to wonder if she was desperate, and how desperate she was.
But Ochaco was really desperate, her bladder wasn’t used to being pushed to these limits and the pressure she was feeling was growing exponentially. Now her hand was between her legs, and her knees shook regularly. Katsuki still said nothing, but she knew he could tell. Ochaco didn’t know why he wasn’t asking! Her bladder couldn’t take much longer. To take her mind off her need, she tried to watch the movie. It was some action movie Katsuki wanted to see that featured a bunch of guns and explosions. Explosions, Ochaco found out, that are very loud and sudden. The sudden noise and accompanying rumbling caused Ochaco’s bladder to let off quick spurts, Ochaco fought for control as all the contents threatened to spill out. She couldn’t take it anymore, she knew she didn’t have much longer.
“Katsuki.” She whispered in her boyfriend's ear. “I really need to pee, bad.”
Katsuki’s face went red just as fast as he spun his head around to look at his girlfriend. And the sight made Katsuki grip his arm rest. Ochaco, trembling, dress bunched up between her legs as she held frantically trying not to flood her seat.
“I leaked.” Ochaco told him, then lifted up her dress to show him the wet stain on the front of her panties. This caused the armrest Katsuki was holding on to to be on the receiving end of a small explosion caused by his quirk. It was so small that to the other theatergoers it just sounded like the movie, but it made Katsuki curse and Ochaco yelp as more piss leaked into her panties. Katsuki saw this and became entranced again, but Ochaco needed her boyfriend to take action.
“What are we going to do?” She asked him, putting her dress back down, and putting her hand back between her legs.
“I…..” Katsuki was still stunned by the situation. “Do you want to leave?”
Ochaco was on board with that idea. She tenderly got up, she didn’t leave any marks on the seat or any on her dress luckily. But she would leave a massive puddle on the floor if they didn’t leave soon. Making her way down the stairs was difficult, and then walking through the lobby was just as hard. Luckily there weren’t many people around because the movies were on, but she still felt humiliated waddling through even though nobody could tell. Katsuki walked beside her. Holding the door for her as they exited the theater. Once outside Katsuki started talking again.
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you need to go?” Katsuki asked her.
“A nine.” Ochaco answered honestly.
“What were you thinking?!?” Katsuki asked angrily. “Why would you wait so long to say anything?”
“I thought you would say something first!” Ochaco told him. “But you didn’t notice!”
“I did notice!” Katsuki said. “But I didn’t want to seem creepy! It was so hot!”
“Well can you make sure nobody notices me pee behind this bush because IreallyneedtopeeKatsuki!” Ochaco pleaded.
“No. You’re not peeing until we get home.” Katsuki told her.
“What!” Ochaco exclaimed. “I can’t hold it that long! I’ll piss in the car!”
“No, you’ll hold it in the car. You did this, remember?” Katsuki said. Ochaco couldn’t believe what her boyfriend was saying, he knew how desperate she was! But also, she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to be denied like that. She looked at the bushes, relief was that close. But she got in the passenger seat next to Katsuki.
All the way home Ochaco begged Katsuki to pull over, to hand her a cup or a towel, to do something. But Katsuki denied every request.
“And you better not piss in my car either.” Katsuki told her.
“If I do it’s your fault! You should’ve let me pee!” Ochaco felt ridiculous trying to argue with both her hands jammed between her crotch trying not to wet herself. But the leaks started up again, and Katsuki had no idea how close she was now to completely soaking her panties.
“It’s my fault you decided to hold your piss all day? Just to get my attention? Isn’t this what you wanted anyways?” Katsuki replied. This quieted Ochaco, well at least her arguments. She continued to whimper and whisper under her breath about how she was going to piss herself up until Katsuki pulled the car up to the house.
Ochaco was able to get halfway out the car door when the first long spurt ran from the back of her dress. Katsuki had a front row seat as more spurts made their way out of her dress and down her legs. They both got out of the car, Ochaco shuffled her feet, more leaks came out but you could tell she still had so much more in her. A pang hit her so hard that she fell down to one knee, and then both. Now kneeling in front of their apartment building, Ochaco’s bladder completely gave out. A loud hiss could be heard as the strong stream made its way out through her panties to the asphalt below. Ochaco switched to a squatting position and tried to hold her slightly wet dress out the way as now Katsuki had a full look at the stream emerging from the front of his girlfriends panties, flowing down and soaking the back, and making a large puddle on the ground around her.
Ochaco’s expression was one of relief. Eyes closed, mouth open, head pointed up to the sky. And the tingling sensation of the warmth and the wetness made it that much more satisfying. For Katsuki it was like something out of his videos, except more beautiful and right in front of him. He knelt down and put his hand to the front of his girlfriends glistening panties. Rubbing the warm, soft wetness, and eliciting moans from Ochaco. Remembering where he was, he stopped. His girlfriend looked up at him, with wide eyes and soaking wet panties.
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It was early in the city, where Willow was flying above the town after a trip to the spa. She had stayed there to take a break from all the stressing out over magic and wanted to relax. She felt so much better and flew her way back home. As Willow continued flying however, she felt her bladder swishing.
"Uh oh," she uttered. "I think I drank too much fruit punch at the spa. If only I had gone to the bathroom sooner. At least I'm almost home. So I'll be in the bathroom in no time."
Willow saw the house up ahead and sighed in relief. She felt the water swishing inside her bladder and the acid burning in her kidneys. She landed softly in front of the front door and crossed her legs tightly. She was so desperate to go to the bathroom that she almost forgot she didn't bring her wand. So she knocked loudly on the door.
"Hello!" Willow called. "Is anybody there?! Open up! I have to use the restroom!"
Willow knocked for ten seconds. She couldn't hold her bladder any more and was very desperate to get inside. She finally sighed in relief when she saw Ferocia appear at the window inside. "What?!" Ferocia shouted.
"Ferocia, open the door!" Willow demanded. "I didn't bring my wand, so I have to use the bathroom and I need you to unlock the door!"
"Is that right?" Ferocia asked. She pulled the wand from behind her back. "You mean... this?!"
"Yes!" Willow shouted. "Now will you open this door?!"
Ferocia thought for a few seconds and then shook her head. "Sorry, sis," Ferocia finally told Willow. "I'm doing what you were right now. I'm taking a break!"
"You can't just simply open this door?!" Willow asked crossing her legs tightly.
"If I open the door, that would ruin my break," Ferocia told her.
"Ah come on!" Willow shouted suddenly angry. "How much work does it take to simply open the door to let me in?!"
"You're a tough gal, right sis?" Ferocia sneered. "I'm sure you can hold it."
"How long are you going to keep me out here?!" Willow shouted.
"Until my break is over," Ferocia replied. "You'll be fine."
Willow could only watch as Ferocia then closed the curtains on her. Willow continued banging on the door. "Ferocia, you open this door right now!" Willow shouted angrily. "My bladder's going to burst!"
Willow held herself together tightly. She could feel the urine almost pouring out of her. She couldn't believe Ferocia had kept her outside when she needed to pee very bad. Willow then hobbled at the back of the house and tried the backdoor, which was also locked.
Willow growled under her breath. "She's going to be sorry," she growled silently.
To add insult to injury, Willow looked around to find her neighbor next door watering the grass in the backyard. This caused her to cross her legs tighter. She was really ready to burst.
Willow looked through the window to find Ferocia turning on the faucet inside the kitchen. This made Willow even more desperate to go. Ferocia, completely aware of this, laughed, apparently enjoying Willow's desperation. "I'm sure you can hold it, sis!" Ferocia sneered from inside the house.
With no way to get inside the house and her bladder about to burst, Willow knew she had no other option. It was either go now or wet her panties. "Oh, this is so embarrassing," she moaned. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this!"
Luckily however, Willow was in her backyard so no one would look. Still, she had never relieved herself outside before and felt it was gross. But Willow didn't have a choice, and she didn't wanted to return inside her house with wet panties. So she went to the edge of the end of the backyard, lifted her dress, pulled down her pink panties, and squatted. She sighed in relief as she started to pee.
"Ahhhhh, that feels so much better," she whispered as she continued to pee.
A long stream of her pee came splashing out into the grass as Willow stayed in a squat position. She didn't even care that her big bare butt was exposed in the air. "I drank too much of that fruit punch," she complained.
Willow felt so relieved that she didn't even notice one of the neighbors from behind the yard was staring at her big butt while she was squatting to pee. The neighbor made a disturbing face and looked away.
As Willow continued peeing, a long trail of her pee formed a tiny river from behind her, and it started sparkling as it hit the short grass.
Willow continued to pee for a minute and a half until she was finally finished. A few more drops of urine empty out of her, and Willow used a napkin she had in her pocket to wipe herself dry. She pulled her panties back on and put her dress down. She looked below to find a long river of her pee trailing through the short grass. She was rather disgusted of the long urine trail.
"Goodness, that's so gross!" Willow complained reluctantly staring down at her long trail of pee in the grass. "That's the last time I decide to pee outside!"
Willow then looked as Ferocia opened the back door. "Oh, now she decides to let me in," she grumbled.
Willow walked inside to see the grin on Ferocia's face. "You actually did it!" Ferocia laughed. "You actually went outside to do that!"
"I had to pee and you wouldn't let me inside the house!" Willow snapped glaring furiously at Ferocia. "What was I supposed to do?"
Ferocia just laughed. "I guess you aren't strong enough after all," she sneered.
Willow just ignored Ferocia and walked away, leaving Ferocia laughing as she pulled out a phone playing a video of Willow peeing. "This is sure to get a million views," she muttered with a wide grin on her face. Willow's big bare butt was exposed as she was caught peeing outside, and Ferocia was already uploading it online. |
Elise had returned from her latest mission to her house. As she walked to the house, she started to wiggle in desperation with her legs crossing together.
"I shouldn't have drank 32 ounces of that lemonade," she muttered searching through her pockets shaking as if she was shivering from the cold. "Now where'd I put my... "
Then she remembered! She had given the keys to Chris for safe keeping. So while trying to hold her bladder tight, Elise pulled out her cellphone and punched in Chris' number.
Chris answered the phone. "Hello," he answered. "Chris, honey, it's me!" Elise replied. "Oh hey, Elise," Chris replied back. "How are you?"
"I'll be fine," Elise told him through gritted teeth still desperate to use the bathroom. "Just as soon as you open the door now. I really have to go!"
"GO?" Chris asked sounding hesitant. "Oh, well, I'm afraid... I have a problem. I'm not at home."
"What do you mean you're not at home?!" Elise shouted.
"See, I had to come here to Burgerphile to pick up my order," Chris told her. "I ordered it through the phone and I'm here right now to pick it up. So I'll be right over in a while."
"I can't wait a while, Chris!" Elise shouted desperately. "I have a full bladder here! I need to get into to house so I can tinkle!"
"Well, it's going to take me a while to get back home, Elise," Chris said.
"So I'm locked out here holding on to dear life of my bladder until you come back?!" Elise shouted still squirming to keep her bladder tight.
"No," Chris told her. "I had Dan stay around while I get my order."
Elise then stared ahead in horror. "Oh no," she whispered.
The last thing she wanted was to have Dan stay alone in her house. There was no telling what chaos he would have started while he was inside alone. So Elise quickly headed for the window and stared through the window. There was Dan resting on the couch with a bored look on his face as he flipped through channels.
"Man, all these channels and there is just nothing on," he muttered under his breath. "I'm starting to give up on television at this point."
Just then, Dan heard a loud tap at the window. He walked over to see Elise tapping on the glass. She was stomping her feet on the ground while holding on tightly to her crotch.
"Elise?" Dan said. "Where did you come from?"
"Never mind that, Dan!" Elise shouted. "Just open the door so I can go to the bathroom!"
Dan then thought about it. He was quite enjoying Elise's desperation and wanted to have a little fun before letting her in. "Hmm... give me one good reason why I should let you in."
"Because it's my house!" Elise shouted.
"Why?" Dan asked.
"Because I paid for it!" Elise yelled.
"Why?" Dan asked again.
"Because I got the money for the house!"
"Why?" Dan asked once again.
"BECAUSE I NEED A PLACE TO STAY INSIDE... AND PEE!" Elise shouted angrily.
Dan then paused once again. "Why?" he finally repeated.
"DAN!" Elise growled loudly. "Open this door right now!"
"Open it?" Dan asked. "I would open it. But I'd be touching your property, which you wouldn't like."
"I'm serious, Dan!" Elise snapped. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
Dan just thought for a moment. "I'll have Chris open it for you," he said. "He'll be back in a few minutes."
Dan just walked away. "Dan! You come back here!" Elise shouted angrily. "I swear, if I wet myself, I'll shove you down the toilet! Dan! DAAAN!"
Elise stared angrily at the window. She continued to grab her crotch tightly. The urine wasn't going to hold inside any longer, and Elise couldn't afford wet pants.
So she went to the backdoor to open it, only for Dan to beat her to it and lock it. "Too slow," Dan said smiling.
Elise growled. "DAN!" she shouted furiously.
Dan just walked away casually with a smug smile on his face. Elise felt her bladder stinging. "Just hold it, Elise," she told herself. "You're going to make it. You'll make it."
So Elise went to the kitchen window, only to find that Dan had locked the window. Elise just stared at Dan furiously as she banged on the window. "You're a dead man, Dan!" she shouted.
"No, I'm healthy and well hydrated," Dan retorted. "I think I need a glass of water to quench my thirst."
So Dan went into the refrigerator and pulled out a full jug of ice cold water. This only made Elise's desperation worse. She continued holding onto her crotch as she watched Dan pour the water into a cup.
"Look at the lovely waterfall," Dan said trying to get in Elise's head. "Such a nice splash."
Dan then took the cup of water and started gulping it down slowly, causing Elise to squeeze herself together harder. Dan was really making it harder for her.
As Dan finished, he walked to the sink. "Now to rinse out my cup," he stated.
Elise's desperation got even worse when she saw the faucet running as Dan washed out his cup. Dan was really enjoying seeing Elise so desperate to get inside to use the bathroom. He was hoping that Elise would wet her pants and he would videotape it to show the whole world Elise's embarrassing accident.
As Dan walked away, Elise grabbed her crotch as she raced to the other side of the house, only to learn those windows were locked as well. She then returned to the glass window and saw Dan sitting on the couch. "DAN!" Elise shouted banging on the window. "DAN! YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
Dan pretended he didn't hear her and watched a channel with a river. Elise was very desperate to use the bathroom that she had to quickly stare away. When she looked around, she saw the bushes around the house. She thought about it, but then she thought against it.
"No. You're better than this, Elise," she whispered to herself. "Just hold it until Chris comes back with the key."
But by this time, Elise felt her bladder about to leak, and she was left with a choice: either wet herself, or relieve herself behind the bushes. "Fine!" Elise finally shouted in despair. "I can't believe I'm really going to do this."
Elise felt so embarrassed to do it. But she knew that she would wet her pants if she didn't just go right away, and Dan was obviously not going to let her step in the house until he would see Elise with wet pants.
Elise looked around and went inside the shed in the backyard. She went inside one of her drawers and found a piece of soft handkerchief. It was in mint condition and clean.
Feeling the drops of liquid on its way to exit out of her lower regions, Elise quickly dashed outside and stood behind the bushes. With the handkerchief in her left hand, Elise looked around to make sure no one else was watching. After a while, she finally pulled her pants and panties down, squatted down, and started to pee.
While Elise was finally relieved she was able to pee without wetting herself, she was still angry with Dan for locking her out and forcing her to squat and pee behind the bushes instead. She especially hated the cold breeze blowing through her bare butt while she was peeing a river on the lawn.
"Grr, I am going to MURDER him!" Elise growled underneath her breath.
After about 40 seconds had passed, Elise then heard Dan laughing. She looked straight ahead just to see Dan recording Elise squatted while peeing on his cellphone. "Smile, Elise," Dan sneered capturing Elise, who was staring holes at Dan.
"Dan, I am going to KILL YOU when I'm finished!" Elise told Dan angrily. She was so angry that her pee stream started pouring quickly. She was really forming a river on the grass.
Dan just laughed. "When you gotta go, you gotta go, sweetheart," Dan mocked. "You might beat the world record of peeing at the longest time once I put this on YT."
Dan laughed, and Elise finally finished after a minute and 20 seconds. "You better not, Dan!" Elise told him as she began to wipe. "I swear, you post that video for everyone to see me, I will KILL you!"
After wiping, she tossed away the handkerchief and pulled up her pants. She stared angrily at Dan and started to chase him. "Come here, you lousy jerk!" Elise shouted as Dan ran away in fear.
"I don't think I thought this through!" Dan cried apprehensively.
Just then, a pair of headlights shined on them both. It was Chris, who had parked in the driveway just in time. He hopped out of the car, holding a Burgerphile bag, and stared at Dan and Elise.
"Need I asked what's going on here?" he started.
"Nothing, Chris," Dan told him grinning widely, trying to seem innocent. "There wasn't anything going on between me and Elise, right?"
"Not yet," Elise grumbled silently.
"Whatever," Chris said sounding uninterested. "Listen, I'm going to finish my food inside now."
Before Chris made his way to the door, he noticed a long trail of urine trickling through the grass. "Say, what's that?" he asked.
"Just a small river," Elise told him.
"Yellow river?" Chris asked.
"Let's just go inside," Elise said shoving Chris to the front door, with Dan following along. "I'm still going to kill you, Dan," Elise muttered under her breath.
Dan gulped a little. He was afraid for a bit, but at the same time, he was glad he got a video of Elise and just smiled at his cellphone. |
Erica Campbell looked at the email for the 4th time in as many minutes.
Your daughter, Grace Campbell, has been referred to the Discipline Office for a violation of Section H of the Student Conduct Code. She has been assigned punishments that include after school detention for 4 hours, a written appology to her peers, and one month of reduced privleges.
The Maternal Responsibility Act requires you to attend a review hearing at 7pm this evening. This review hearing will be conducted by the PTA Conduct Committee. You and Grace are both required to testify at this hearing.
Grace's after school detention will be served today from 3pm to 7pm. She will be released from detention at the time of her testimony.
The Maternal Responsibility Act had been touted as a way to reduce the amount of crime being committed by young people. Under the Act any misconduct by a person under the age of 30 required the offender's mother to attend a hearing to determine if she was partially responsible. The mother could be found responsible if there was evidence that she had not properly disciplined her child while they were growing up. The Act applied to various offenses including school discipline infractions, traffic offenses, and criminal matters. Traffic and criminal offenses required the offender's mother to appear in court, infractions at school or college were handled by the school system. The PTA Conduct Committee often sanctioned irresponsible mothers in a manner similar to how student may be disciplined by the school. The school system allowed corporal punishment for students and the Conduct Committee often used it for mothers as well.
Grace was a very well behaved high school senior. Erica wondered why her 18 year old daughter was being punished. Erica went to the school website to find a copy of the Student Conduct Code.
Section H - Student Hygiene: All students must maintain personal cleanliness at all times. Students shall be subject to discipline for failure to maintain control of bodily functions.
Had Grace wet her pants? The email notification was vague and left Erica wondering about her daughter's plight.
Erica spent the afternoon unable to focus. She wondered exactly what Grace had done. Did it happen in class? Had her friends seen it? Had she been denied permission to go during class? What if it wasn't wet pants; if not, what else could it be? If it was wet pants, why hadn't Erica been called to bring her dry clothes?
Erica was also concerned about her review hearing that evening. Erica had been a vocal proponent of the Maternal Responsibility Act when it was first enacted 6 months ago. Erica was aware that her support of the Act might make for juicy gossip if she was found in violation of it.
Maternal Responsibility Act hearings were open to the public. Erica had attended several public hearings after the law was enacted, so she knew it would be a humbling experience even if she was cleared of responsibility. She shuddered to think of the potential humiliation she might endure if she was found responsible for her daughter's behavior.
At 6:55pm Erica entered the small auditorium being used for the review hearing. She was escorted to the right side of the stage where she was told to stand in line with the 4 other mothers who had to appear before the PTA Conduct Committee. The 5 person committee was seated at a long table in the middle of the stage. The small auditorium held approximately 75 seats for spectators, Erica's stomach flip-flopped as she realized it was a standing room only crowd.
At 7pm the students who were required to testify at their mothers hearings were led to the left side of the stage. Erica begin to tear up as she saw Grace walk-in. Her fear was confirmed; Grace's jeans had a large dark stain in the crotch and dark streaks running down the inside of each leg. When Grace made a slight turn her mother saw that her butt was as soaked as her front.
The chairwoman of the PTA Conduct Committee called the hearing to order then read the docket alloud:
Cathy Blake, age 41. Daughter Penny violated Section B-Unexused Abscence.
Sarah Kennedy, age 43. Son Kevin violated Section C-3rd Tardy.
Diane Abrahms, age 38. Daughter Hallie violated Section C-2nd Tardy.
Laura Jonson, age 36. Daughter Jessica violated Section F-Overdue Library book.
Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H-Urinated in her pants.
The spectators chuckled when the last offense was read aloud. Erica saw Grace's face turn beet red with embarassment as her shame was publicly announced.
Erica tuned out the chairwoman as the first case was called, she kept looking across the stage at her daughter. Grace was was staring at the floor as she fidgeted. Erica could see she was biting her lower lip and sniffling in an attempt to hold off crying. Erica's mind raced as she wondered about the emotions Grace must be feeling. Was it just embarrassment, did she feel guilty, was she angry? Without knowing what had led to Grace's accident it was impossible for Erica to imagine what was going through her daughter's mind.
Erica's eyes kept focusing on the dark stains on Grace's pants. What does it feel like she wondered. The discipline notice had been emailed 6 hours ago, what must it be like to have that wet denim clinging to her legs for that long! The damp fabric must be cold by now, did it itch?
Tardies and unexcused absences were routine business for the PTA Conduct Committee so the first 4 hearings were over quickly. The Conduct Committee found Cathy Blake partially responsible for Penny's unexcused absence and sanctioned Cathy to 10 swats of corporal punishment and 3 hours community service to the school. Sarah Kenedy was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours community service for Kevin's tardiness. Dianne Abrahms was sanctioned 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service for Hallie's tardiness. Laura Jonson was relieved to be sanctioned with only an hour of community service to the school for Jessica's overdue book; she was thankful to have been spared corporal punishment.
The chairwoman called a start to Erica's hearing. Erica was lead from the side of the stage the very middle, standing in front of the Conduct Committee. She couldn't see the audience from this position, she suspected that several spectators were probably checking out her butt. Erica knew that for her age she had a good figure and she was quite proud of it. Today she was a little embarrassed knowing there were probably a several creepy dads in the audience hoping to see her butt get spanked.
"The purpose of this hearing is to determine the level of responsibility you face for your daughters misbehavior in school today. In order to adequately determine your level of responsibility, and any appropriate sanctions, we must ask several questions of you and Grace" the chairwoman explained.
"How old is Grace?
"18" Erica replied.
"At what age did you begin to toilet train Grace?"
"Um, around 2."
"Did she have any accidents?"
"I guess there were one or two" replied Erica. I mean all kids have a few."
"How did you handle them?"
"Ah, I guess I cleaned her up and gave her dry pants."
"At what ages did Grace wet herself?"
" I don't know exactly. Probably one or two times before she was in school and then one time in elementary school. "
"Any accidents since she became a teenager?"
Erica didn't want to answer this question but she knew she could be charged with perjury if she lied during a hearing for the Maternal Responsibility Act. She felt conflicted as she replied, "Just a small one a few weeks ago. I don't think it was a big deal. Grace laughed a little too hard and some leaked out."
"I see" said the chairwoman." How did you handle her wetting?"
"Well, uh, Grace took a shower while I put her pants in the wash. That was the extent of it. It's something that could have happened to anyone."
"Speaking of it happening to anyone..." continued the chairwoman..." let's move on the examples you may have set for your daughter. How many times have you wet yourself since being toilet trained?"
Erica was stunned for a brief moment. "Uh, only a couple" she stammered. "I mean once in college when I was pretty drunk, I really don't have any recollection of it, I just know my friends teased me about it for a couple of weeks. The only other time was a few years ago."
The chairwoman's harsh stare was the only prompt Erica needed to continue. "It was 3 years ago. I had to go at the end of the work day, I thought I could make it home. Traffic was worse than normal and it took a lot longer to get home. I could barely move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake without losing control. By the time I got out of my car I could feel a spurt leak into my underwear. I was squirming at the door trying to get my key in the lock. I had to go so bad that it took three tries to unlock the door. As soon as I stepped inside I just lost all control."
"Was anyone home? Did Grace know you wet your pants?" Inquired the chairwoman.
"Yes." Erica admitted. "Grace was standing there, she watched the whole thing. Afterward I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, later I had to mop the floor. Neither of us said anything. For about a week afterward Grace giggled every time she looked at me."
The chairwoman called Grace forward to testify. Grace trudged gingerly across the stage as the saturated denim clung to her legs. "Before we begin with questions, I am obligated to read a brief description of your offense into the record."
'The Violation Report from 5th period Algebra, indicates that Grace was fidgeting and squirming in her seat as Mr. Swanson lectured. Mr. Swanson reported other students had difficulty paying attention to the lesson because Grace's fidgeting was so distracting. Mr. Swanson indicated that Grace made no attempt to request a restroom pass before the lecture began. The Violation Report goes on to say that after the lecture a quiz was handed out. Grace stood up partway through the quiz and walked toward Mr. Swanson's desk. As she got to his desk Grace let out an audible gasp and Mr. Swanson could see urine running down her legs. Grace left a puddle of urine on the floor and her jeans were soaked.' The chairwoman looked at Grace with a mixture of disgust and pity.
This was the first description Erica heard of Grace's accident. Erica felt her stomach drop as she heard the details of Grace's humiliation . She felt horrified that her daughter had wet herself in front of her peers. She felt angry that Grace was still wearing her wet jeans; she wanted to know why she hadn't been called to bring Grace home for the rest of the day (or at least bring her dry pants).
"We are not here to discuss your punishment." The chairwoman explained to Grace. "The school has already taken appropriate action against you. Today we are determining if your mother bears any responsibility for your actions. If your mother is found to be partly responsible for your misbehavior then appropriate sanctions will be applied.
"Grace, you heard your mother's testimony about your prior toilet training and prior wetting. Was your mother's testimony accurate? Is it true that at no time have you ever been punished or scolded for wetting yourself? Is it true that your mother never engaged you in remedial toilet training?"
Grace look at the floor as she nodded and said "Yes, ma'am. It's all true."
"We would like some additional information about your most recent wetting; prior to today's incident. We need you to provide us with a detailed description of what occurred and how the matter was handled by your mother. "
Grace sighed as she began, "We were in the backyard with my cousins when one of them told a hilarious story. I was standing on the patio and bent over laughing. I laughed so hard I had a hard time breathing... and then I just....felt it happen. My leggings felt really warm between my legs, I looked down and realized that I wet myself a bit. I didn't completely empty my bladder like I did today. It was just enough to put a 6 inch stain in my crotch and wet a couple inches down each thigh. As my cousins we're laughing and pointing at me I ran into the bathroom. I pulled my leggings down and finished in the toilet. I put my dirty leggings in the hamper then took a shower.
"By the time I was done showering," Grace continued, "mom had already put my leggings and underwear in the washing machine. It's never been brought up since then...until now."
"Describe any times you have seen your mother wet her pants."
Grace paused for a moment before saying "I've only seen it happen the one time she already told you about. I was sitting in the living room when I heard her fumbling with the key in the lock. When she opened the door she was taking super tiny steps with her legs half crossed. She dropped her keys and stuck her hand between her legs and began to groan. A moment later I saw her jeans start to turn dark between her legs. She peed, and peed, and peed, and peed; it kept running down her legs and on to the floor. I think she probably wrecked her shoes. Her pants looked like mine do now.
"She ran upstairs to shower and when she came back she was wearing clean pants and carrying the mop. We never spoke about it after" finished Grace.
The chairwoman sent Grace back to her place on the side of the auditorium as the PTA Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves.
Erica was nervous as the chairwoman addressed her. "The Conduct Committee has determined that under the Maternal Responsibility Act you are partially responsible for Grace's misconduct today. Urinating in one's pants is unhygienic, particularly in a public setting like a school. Your failure to adequately convey that message to Grace is unacceptable.
"The committee feels that you should have taken Grace's childhood accidents more seriously. It was irresponsible of you not to use them as an opportunity to educate her on the importance a bladder control.
"We further feel the example you set an a mother was irresponsible. When you faced no consequences after wetting yourself, it likely impacted Grace's view that lack of bladder control is acceptable.
"We feel your lack of consequences for Grace's wetting a few weeks ago was irresponsible. If you had imposed remedial toilet training, or some form of discipline, Grace would likely have taken actiins to avoid urinating in her pants today.
"The Conduct Committee has decided to sanction you with 30 swats of corporal punishment and 20 hours of community service to the school.
"The corporal punishment will be carried out at 3p.m. Saturday afternoon at the PTA barbeque. We believe by making an example of you in front of your peers, it will help all the mothers in attendance to understand the importance of responsible parenting.
"Your community service will be spent assisting in the school nurses office for 1 hour each day for the next 20 school-days. There are several students who, for a variety of reasons, wear diapers. Your community service will be to conduct the diaper changes so the nurse is free for other duties."
The chairwoman babbled on a little longer before closing the hearing, but Erica had stopped listening. Her brain was in turmoil with mixed emotions. Erica was trying to wrap her head around her sanctions. She didn't mind helping the nurse, but she certainly dreaded the upcoming corporal punishment.
As soon as she was dismissed Erica ran to Grace. She wanted to hug and comfort her daughter! Grace and Erica cried as they finally embraced. "I'm sorry you had a rough day" Erica said as they walked to the car. "Let's go home so you can get cleaned up. We can talk about it after you've had a long shower." |
The car ride home began in akward silence. Erica kept looking at Grace hoping for some type of signal that she was ready to talk, each glance only revealed her daughter staring at the wet stains on her pants. Finally Erica heard a timid voice.
"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean for this to happen. I feel terrible that you got in trouble because of me."
"I'll be ok" replied Erica. "I don't mind having a little community service."
"But the paddling! Why were they so harsh? Your punishment is way worse than mine! I'm the one who pissed myself, I don't understand why you have to be punished, too."
"Well," answered Erica. "I'm a strong believer in the Maternal Responsibility Act, I encouraged a lot of people to vote for it during the referendum. Now that the Act is in place, I've been going to many of the hearings and I've attended several of the Saturday sessions where errant mother's recieve their sanctions. I haven't always been very understanding of infractions and I've spoken my mind. I suspect the PTA Conduct Committee sees this as a chance make an example out of me."
Erica continued, "I have watched dozens of mothers take a paddling as part of their sanctions. The women who are given fewer than 15 swats don't seem to have an issue, but the ones who get more than 15 swats are prone to some incontinence. I don't know if it's the pain or the pressure on the bladder from being bent over, but nearly half wet themselves sometime after the 15th swat. By sanctioning me to 30 swats they are trying to make sure I pee my pants in front of everyone. It's an attempt to make the punishment fit the crime."
"That's awful" exclaimed Grace! "
"The first time I saw it happen was five months ago when Emily Harrison was given 20 swats after her son Jimmy got into a fight. Right after the 18th swat a dark patch started to show on the lower part of her butt, pretty soon you could see the wetness creeping down both of her thighs. The stain was more on the inside of her thighs to start with, as it got to her knees it shot to the back of her calves and then started to trickle out from the ankles and made a puddle where she was standing. After a few moments I looked around at the crowd and realized most of us were squirming around in sympathy with her. The sympathy didn't last long, within an hour a few of us had posted pictures of her or put a description on social media." Erica sighed, "Now I guess it's time to reap what I've sown."
"Would the committee have been lenient if you had punished me for my last accident?" Grace looked at her mom, "Would you have gotten just community service?"
Erica thought for a moment. "I'm sure a paddling would still be in my future. I might have gotten fewer strokes if you had been punished last time."
Grace was quiet for a minute before asking her next question. "How bad will it be for you, if I get in trouble again?"
"It will depend on what you do to get in trouble. If it is a completely unrelated minor offense I'll probably get some mild sanctions, if you wet yourself again the sanctions for me will be worse." Erica looked quizically at her daughter. "Why? Are you expecting more problems?"
"Um, kinda." Grace blushed as she explained, "As part of my punishment from the school I have had my restroom priveleges restricted for a month. I'm only allowed to use the bathroom at school two times per week. The principal said it is supposed to help me strengthen my bladder so I don't have anymore accidents. I think the real reaon is to keep embarassing me by making me squirm in front of my classmates every day.
"I'm pretty worried that I'll have another accident at school. I know the principal will not be pleased if I'm sent to the office in wet pants again. I bet the PTA will be pretty mad if you have to appear again because I've pissed myself at school for a second time." Grace's voice stuttered, "Wi...wi...will you have to punish me severely for today's accident, in order to gain leniency during your next hearing?"
"Any punishment I give you today would certainly help me in any future case; the mother of a repeat offender receives no sympathy when sanctions are handed down. I hadn't given it any thought until you brought it up.
"I am not sure what punishment is appropriate for an 18 year old who peed her pants." Erica said. "Do you have any punishment suggestions?"
Grace shook her head. "The school is already punishing me, so part of me feels like I don't need anymore punishment. I feel really bad that you are being held responsible for my mistake, so the other part of me feels like I deserve something pretty harsh to make up for putting you in a bad spot."
Erica looked at her daughter again, she could see Grace nervously biting her lower lip as she waited to be told her punishment. Erica told her "We still have 15 minutes before we get home. Why don't you grab your phone and start Googling what punishments other young women have been given for wetting themselves. When we get home you can tell me what you find."
As Grace sat in the passenger seat researching her future discipline, Erica's mind raced. If Grace was under bathroom restrictions at school she was sure to have another accident. A second appearance under the Act usually meant thorough questioning regarding the discipline that was taken after the first incident. Erica wanted to be lenient with Grace but she knew it would mean harsher sanctions for herself. Erica was already going to receive a substantial paddling for a first offense. She knew her butt couldn't handle a second paddling that was sure to be even more severe than the one she already had coming. A conflicted Erica made up her mind that Grace would have to suffer a punishment that might appease the PTA Conduct Committee.
When they finally arrived home, Erica broke the news to her daughter. "I know you want nothing more then a hot shower and clean clothes right now, but I think we need to discuss your punishment before I let you out of those wet jeans." Erica led Grace to the middle of the living room. Erica sat on the couch and looked at Grace as her daughter stood before her. "Why don't you tell me about some of the possible punishments you looked up."
Grace fidgeted and shuffled her feet as she recounted her research. "Some of the punishments were pretty basic, you know just being grounded or something like that. Some kids had to scrub toilets as punishment, some were spanked, and some had to stand in the corner. Most of the kids got to clean themselves up before the punishment, but a few had to stay in wet clothes until the punishment was over. I found a few teens were made to wear diapers after an accident, others had to sit on the toilet for a certain length of time, others had to keep a log of their toileting (kind of like a little kid's potty chart, just more humiliating). Most had to wash their own dirty laundry, a few were made to scrub the wet pants and underwear by hand instead of using the washing machine. I found a few stories about teens who had to put the wet underwear on their head and face as part of the punishment. Smelling your accident, that seems like the worst one!"
"Which punishment was the most common?" Erica inquired.
"Grounding and being spanked with a belt were by far the most common." Grace shuddered a little as she admitted that belting was a likely penalty. "It seems that most parents use more than one punishment at the same time. I caused a lot of trouble for you so I'm guessing I'll be getting multiple punishments."
Erica gave her daughter a serious look. "I know the school punished you, but I am receiving some sanctions far worse than what you are receiving. I think the punishment here at home needs to reflect the gravity of the sanctions that I am facing for your actions. You are right to assume you are getting multiple punishments. You will receive three punishments. I will pick two of them, you will choose one for yourself."
Grace felt her stomach do flip flops as she waited for her mom to tell her the final verdict.
"I like the idea of making you scrub your pants by hand." said Erica. "Now, you tell me your punishment choice before I tell you the third."
Grace swallowed hard before speaking. "I choose to sit on the toilet for an hour each night after supper. Is two weeks long enough?"
Erica nodded her head in agreement. "Two weeks is acceptable."
Erica paused before announcing the third punishment. "I think the PTA Conduct Committee would be pleased if we had hard data in case of a repeat offense. Your third punishment is to keep a log of all toileting. We will make you do a potty chart for one month. The chart will begin today. Make sure to put a frowny face when you write on the chart that you peed in your pants instead of the toilet."
Grace had been sure a belt spanking was coming her way. She was so thankful to avoid a spanking that she ran to her mother and gave her a big hug. "Thank you! I can't believe you aren't spanking me. I really am sorry! I love you, mom."
"I love you too." Erica began to lead Grace to the bathroom. "It's getting late and you still have to clean up before bed. We can finish talking about this as you scrub your jeans and panties." |
Erica led Grace to the bathtub. "Put some water in the tub and use that to scrub your clothes. I'll stay here with you until you are done scrubbing. You may take a shower after your pants and underwear are clean."
"Yes ma'am." Grace slipped off her shoes, then looked at them with a confused expression on her face. "It ran down my legs and into my shoes, how do I clean those?"
"Put them in the tub to soak while you scrub the rest of your things" answered Erica.
Grace plopped her shoes in the tub then peeled off her damp socks and set them on the floor. The white socks were visibly stained yellow from being saturated in urine for the past several hours.
Grace struggled when she tried to pull down her jeans. The wet denim clung to her thighs and would only come off by peeling them down. The smell of stale urine fillled the room as Grace peeled off her pants and place them next to her socks. Grace blushed as her mother's nose wrinkled at the odor.
Her previously white panties had to be peeled down her legs as well. The yellow crotch was a stark contrast to the white fabric at the waistband of her underwear. Grace knelt by the tub and began to swish the stained panties in the water.
Erica watched her daughter silently knealing by the tub with her pissy pants sitting on the floor. She glanced at Grace's bare lower half and saw a mild redness on her lower butt and the inside of her thighs. Even though her daughter had been toilet trained for many years, Erica still recognized the sight of a diaper rash. How uncofortable it must have been, to be left in wet pants so long that a rash formed.
"I realize we talked about your punishments, but we haven't talked about the offense." Erica gave her daughter an inquisitive look. "I think I should hear what led to this point."
"It really was an accident, mom. I just waited too long, by the time I realized I couldn't make it to the end of class it was too late." Grace wrung out her panties and held them up. "Is this good enough?"
Erica peered at her daughter's underwear then shook her head. "No dear, there's still yellow on them. You can't just swirl them in the water, you need to actually scrub the stains out. Now, tell me exactly what happened. "
Grace reached back into the water and began to scrub in earnest as she continued her story. "I was busy talking to Ashley at lunch and didn't have time to use the restroom before Algebra. I was so focused on holding myself that I didn't hear much of what Mr. Swanson said. I didn't realize everyone was watching me until the principal showed me the Violation Report later; I guess I was pretty much doing a seated version of the potty dance."
Grace held up her panties again. Erica nodded and said, "That's good enough, you can do your jeans now. Just hang those on the shower rod to dry."
"We were taking a quiz" Grace continued, "but I couldn't read even a single question. I felt a spurt leak out into my underwear and I decided I better ask for a restroom pass. I tried walking to Mr. Swanson's desk but I had to squeeze my legs together and I could barely walk. When I finally got to the front of the room it just happened!"
Grace paused while she scrubbed the legs of her pants. "I felt a rush of warmth between my legs; and then I heard it! The sound of dripping on the floor was followed by the class starting to giggle. Mr. Swanson told Ashley to take me to the nurse, she was so surprised she didn't say anything. Ashley just shook her head in disbelief then grabbed my arm and drug me to the nurses office."
Erica looked over Grace's shoulder. "That's probably enough on the legs of those pants, but you'll need to do a better job in the crotch."
"Sure mom. So, anyway, when we got to the nurse's office Ashley pushed me into the office then left me without saying anything. I assumed the nurse would call you to come get me; I was mortified when she told me that because my accident wasn't due to a medical condition I was being referred to the principal for discipline."
"The principal lectured me about 'self control', 'proper planning', and some other stuff I didn't pay attention to. I do remember being told that a second infraction earns a mandatory paddling. I was taken to the detention room early because it wasn't 'sanitary' to send me back to class. I was made to stand in the corner instead of sitting in a chair because no one wanted to clean a chair after detention was over. As other kids came in for detention I could hear them chuckle when they saw me standing in the front corner."
Grace held up her jeans for inspection, her mother nodded in approval. After hanging her jeans next to her panties, Grace began to scrub her socks as she continued relating her ordeal.
"After a few hours I had to pee again. I held it for a little while but then I decided there was no reason to be uncomfortable with both a full bladder and wet pants. I peed again, this time real slow so my jeans would soak it all up and not make a puddle on the floor."
"I felt so bad when I was led into your hearing. Seeing you and those other moms getting in trouble for something you had no control over, that just baffles me."
Grace wrung out her socks and held them up. Erica pointed to the shower rod and Grace hung them up as well. "Just my sneakers left, how do I scrub them?"
"I'm not sure there is a good way to clean them. Hopefully soaking them in the tub will dilute the urine enough that they don't smell too bad. Just let them air dry, hopefully they won't still smell like pee later." Erica pullled the drain plug and let out the dirty water. "You may take a shower now."
After her mother left her alone in the bathroom, Grace stepped into the hot shower. Even if she could scrub the urine off her legs, Grace knew there was no scrubbing her humiliation from her memory. |
Erica gave her daughter a quick hug before getting out of the car. Their steps were slow as they walked to the registration table at the PTA BBQ. Erica had hoped that Grace could stay home, but the Maternal Responsibility Act required the misbehaving child to attend any public sanctions their mother had been given. The framers of the Act hoped that watching their mother suffer would prevent re-offending.
Both women knew the fate that awaited Erica this afternoon. Erica was filled with dread and Grace was filled with guilt as the PTA volunteer escorted them to the appropriate waiting areas. Grace was led to a roped off area to the left of a small stage and Erica was led to a similar area on the right.
Erica sat with 16 other moms who were being sanctioned with corporal punishment after being found partially responsible for their children's misbehavior at school that week. Many were only receiving a few swats; Erica knew her 25 swats were the most for any mother this week.
Paddlings were to begin at 11am and be given ever 15 minutes until all the mother's had been publicly sanctioned. Erica was to be the last mother paddled at the BBQ.
The 17 moms sat uncofortably on folding chairs as the crowds arrived for the BBQ. There was record turnout for this years BBQ fundraiser, no doubt the attendance was boosted by the popularity of watching public punishments. Erica grimaced a little as she recognized a few of the creepier men from town walking through the crowd. She knew they were just here to ogle the butts of the women being bent over for paddling.
Grace sat with her 16 fellow trouble makers. Some of them had committed pretty minor offenses; Kassidy and Beth had been caught passing notes so their moms were to get 3 swats each, Jackson didn't properly clean his tray in the cafeteria so his mom is to get 5 swats, and Jessica's mom is to get 5 swats because Jessica was caught running in the hallway. A few of her peers had some serious infractions; Jeff and Sam's mothers were to get 20 swats because the boys had been in a fight, and Darci's mom is to get 20 swats because she was bullying a girl in the locker room. Grace felt ashamed that her offense, although not as serious, was very embarassing and would cost her mom 25 swats.
It was a hot day so the PTA volunteer handed bottles of water to the moms, and misbehaving students. Grace was greatful for the refreshment.
At 11am sharp, Lisa Tock was led to the stage and given 3 quick swats on her bottom. Grace had never seen a paddling before so she watched closely as Beth's mom gave a gasp with each swat. At 11:15, Grace watched the crowd's reaction as Kassidy's mom was given her punishment. Grace was appalled to see how the dads and teen boys leered at the helpless mom who's butt was on display to the whole crowd.
As the afternoon wore on,Grace tooks several swigs from her water bottle as she watched her peers mothers take their swats.
As the afternoon wore on Grace began to feel pressure build in her bladder. It started as a minor ache around 1pm and quickly escalated to a sharp pain by 1:30. She realized she was squirming and constantly tapping her feet. By 2pm she was questioning her ability to control her self and decided to take action.
Erica nervously waited for her painful turn in front of the crowd. She had also been given a bottle of water but sipped on it sparingly. She knew the potential existed that she may wet herself during her lengthy paddling, she did not want to make that possibility more likely by filling her bladder while she waited.
As she waited, Erica frequently looked at Grace. Her daughter had appeared sheepish at the beginning (no doubt embarassed at the reason they were here), Grace appeared distracted as the day went on. By 1:30, Erica recognized Grace's need, the squirming was an obvious sign of her full bladder. At 2pm (as Lori Gale was being given 15 swats for her daughter skipping class) she watched Grace rise from her seat and gingerly walk to the PTA volunteer who was monitoring the students.
"I'm sorry, Grace" the volunteer said. "It's just not allowed. The note from the principal says you already used your 2 toilet passes for the week. Since this is considered a school activity your restriction applies here."
Grace trudged back to her seat and tried to focus on anything to take her mind off her bladder. The only thing she found to watch was Jeff's mom being led to the stage for her paddling. Rachel Forth was bending over holding her knees as she waited for the first of her twenty swats.
Grace remembered the conversations she'd recently had with her mom about how many mothers lose bladder control during longer paddlings. Grace wondered if any of the last four women would disgrace themselves today. She hoped they would all make it to the end with dry pants. Grace knew the humiliation of an accident in front of her peers, an embarassment she felt would never be forgotten.
Jeff's mom howled and sobbed but maintained a little dignity by walking away with dry pants. Soon it was time for Sam's mom to have her butt swatted in front of the large crowd.
Erica was watching her daughter squirm when she was distracted by a roar of laughter from the crowd. Erica looked to the stage to see a dark stain spreading across the bottom of Tanya Whyte's butt. The paddling was paused as Tanya's wetness quickly ran down the inside of both thighs and then wrapped around the left leg and flowed down the back of her left calf. Tanya's sobs became a wail as urine began to drip into a puddle around her feet.
Erica was secretly relieved that one of the other moms had an accident. She was terrified of the humiliation she would feel if she disgraced herself. Knowing it would be a humiliation shared with another mom gave her some mild comfort.
When Tanya finished peeing on herself, the paddling was resumed. Grace noticed the sound of the paddle made a slighy sharper noise as it struck the wet denim on Tanya's jeans. She also noticed the sharp smack was immediately followed by a quiet sqelching noise that could only be heard by those near the stage. Grace felt bad for Sam's mom as she waddled off the stage.
Watching Tanya's accident reminded Grace of her own over-filled bladder. Grace was sure her green eyes must be tinged yellow right now with all the pent up urine rising in her body.
Erica watched as her daughter approached the volunteer again. Erica was too far away to hear what was said but she could see Grace bouncing up and down and clasping her hands together in a pleading motion. Erica could see the dejected look on Grace's face as she was sent back to her seat, stopping every few steps to do a short potty dance before continuing to her seat.
Finally it was 3pm. Grace felt butterflies in her stomach as her mom was led onto the stage. Grace was so overcome with guilt that she didn't even hear the creepy dads whistling and cat-calling as Erica bent over in her tight jeans.
The cheeks on Erica's face burned as she blushed in embarassment when she heard the crowd as she bent over. Within moments the cheeks of her butt burned as the paddle smacked her backside. Erica let out a yelp each time the paddle spanked her. She had no concept of time or how many times she'd been spanked, but partway through she felt a warmth between her legs.....then her lower butt...then her thighs....then her lower legs. The paddling stopped as the warmth spread downward.
The pain from her punishment had kept her from recognizing the feeling of losing bladder control, but the warmth in her jeans was enough for her to know it had happened. Soon the warm denim began to cool and the paddling started again.
Grace sat mesmerized as the dark stain ran down her mom's legs. She'd known it might happen, but watching her mother's accident increased her guilt to a level she never could have imagined. When the paddling resumed, Grace recognized the distinct sharp swat followed by the squelch everytime her mom was spanked. Soon her mom's yelps turned to a low sob and she was allowed to leave the stage when the paddling was over.
Grace tried to run to her mom to hug her, but her bathroom need was too great. Grace slowly hobbled to her mom, trying to keep her thighs clamped together.
"I am soooo sorry mom!" exclaimed Grace.
Erica hugged her daughter. "I'll be fine. It looks like you need a rest room, we'll stop on the way out."
"No, I'm not allowed to go here. It's considered a school event and I already used my two passes for this week." Grace explained as she did a potty dance.
"Ah, that explains it" replied Erica. "Lets get out of here, I'll stop at the closest gas station for you."
The two walked away to the car. Grace hobbling away with her legs clamped together to keep her pants dry. Erica waddling with her soaked thighs wide apart to reduce the chaffing. |
When Grace came home after school on Monday she could barely walk. Her hands were pressed in her crotch as she shuffled quickly to the bathroom.
"Did you make it?" Erica handed Grace the notebook she was using for her toilet log as she came out of the bathroom.
"Um...Actually, I have a damp spot in my panties. I held everything but a few spurts. Do I mark that down as an accident or put down that I peed in the toilet?"
Grace blushed as her mom looked her over. "Spread your legs apart, dear. I need to make sure nothing shows on your leggings." Erica walked behind Grace and checked from behind as well. "Pull down your leggings so I can see how bad your panties are."
Grace slowly lowered her leggings, then stood nervously while her mother inspected the yellow stain in her white underwear.
"You're lucky nothing showed on your leggings. I won't consider it peeing your pants...Don't look so relieved yet!" Erica warned. "Even though you don't need to log it as peeing your pants, I need to contemplate if there are any consequences for leaking."
Grace knew a spanking with the belt had been promised for a second pants wetting, she felt herself clenching her butt cheeks in fear as she waited to hear her mom's decision.
"I won't spank you." Grace relaxed her butt when her mom spoke again. "I am going to make you scrub your underwear and you will spend an extra hour sitting on the toilet tonight. Does that seem fair?"
"More than fair" agreed Grace. "I'll start scrubbing now."
When Grace finished scrubbing the yellow out of her underwear she went to the livingroom where Erica was sitting. "How was the first day of community service to the school?" Grace asked.
Erica waited a moment before answering. "To be honest, I was a little surprised at what I learned. I expected that I would be changing diapers on students with disabilities; there were a few disabled students but most wore diapers for another reason."
Grace gave her mom a questioning look. "Why else would they be in diapers?"
Erica looke at her daughter for a moment before quietly saying "They wear them as punishment for having too many accidents. The nurse explained it all to me this morning. I don't want to worry you, but I think you should know what you might be facing.
"The standard punishment for a first offense of the Hygiene Policy is detention and a one month toilet restriction, just like you are getting. The nurse said a few students per year have accidents, usually they aren't quite as old as you. She said most of them can't control themselves during duration of the toilet restriction and they have a second accident.
"The standard punishment for a second accident is a week of detention, a paddling, and another month of toilet restriction. Instead of two toilet passes per week there are absolutely no passes for the entire month of toilet restriction after a second accident. The nurse hasn't seen any student who could make it for a month without using the bathroom at school; they all had a third accident.
"The punishment for a third accident is a full month of after school detention, another paddling, and being placed in diapers at school. The student must wear diapers to school until they go a full month without wetting or soiling the diaper. The nurse told me she has never had anyone go a full month without wetting the diaper."
Grace sat stunned at what she had just been told. "I....I...I'm going to be diapered!!!" she stammered after a few minutes.
"Oh, Honey" Eric patted her daughter on the leg. "Keep trying your best to hold it everyday at school. You made it through today, you can do it two more times this week. Use your two passes wisely each week and I believe you'll be ok. The nurse said about 20% make it without a second accident, I know you can make it."
Grace reflected on what her mom had told her. "I barely made it today. I'm terrified I will wet again. As much as I am afraid of the humiliation of another accident, I am more worried about you! The Maternal Responsibilty Act will have you paddled in public again, and it'll be worse than the first time!"
"I will be fine, Grace. Don't worry about me. Just try your best to stay dry. I love you no matter what happens."
After a long silence Grace asked her mom "Who?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who in my school is in diapers because they had an accident?" Grace asked.
"I don't think I should say" answered Erica.
"Mom, we both know I'm two bad days away from having it happen to me. I could use a little something to help me feel like I'm not alone."
"Well..." Erica thought a moment. "I can't tell you any names. I will tell you there are a few seniors. One girl peed her pants when you were freshmen. During your sophmore year a girl pooped her pants and later that year a boy peed in his pants. They each peed their pants two more times soon after and have been diapered at school ever since."
"You're not even the only girl to wet this year" continued Erica. "The first month of school a junior ended up in diapers after having three wetting accidents."
"I really thought I was the only one" said Grace. "Why didn't I hear about the other accidents?"
"The nurse told me that most accidents don't happen in front of other students" explained Erica. "She said most of the time the kid realizes an accident is about to happen and they run out of the classroom. Most accidents happen in the hallway between the classroom and the bathrooms."
"Thanks for telling me" said Grace. "I feel better knowing I'm not the only one."
Grace stood up and sighed as she walked away. "I better go start my toilet sitting punishment early, I have that extra hour I need to get done for leaking." |
The knot in the pit of Grace's stomach grew as she stood in the Nurse's Office answering the embarassing questions about her loss of bladder control. It took the nurse less than 3 minutes to determine there was no medical excuse for wetting herself and declare it a disciplinary matter.
Grace was led to the hallway near the Principal's Office where she was directed to stand while Mrs. Toole filled out the Discipline Referal. The office was always a busy place with staff, students, parents, visitors, and delivery drivers. Grace was made to endure an agonizing 15 minute wait in the busy hallway; she figured at least 30 people saw her standing in her wet jeans before she was finally ushered into the Principal's Office.
She trembled as the Principal began his lecture. Grace tuned him out as he went on and on about self control, proper hygiene, being old enough to know better, and following the rules. Finally the Principal got to the part that mattered.
"The punishment for a second offense is much more severe, Miss Campbell. You will serve detention today until 7pm when you will be required to testify at your mother's Maternal Responsibility Act hearing before the PTA Disciplinary Committee. During your detention you will be receive 10 swats of the paddle to your buttocks. To teach you the importance of self control, you are prohibited from using the restroom at school or at any school function for one month. Do you have any questions before I send you back to class?"
"Uh, class?" stammered Grace. "Last time I was sent to the detention room for the rest of the day."
"You are a repeat offender, I see no reason to shield you from humiliation after a second offense; in fact making an example of a repeat offender can be an effective tool for keeping order. As for cleanliness concerns, we can reduce the hygiene issues by having you sit on a trash bag so you don't leave urine on your chair."
Grace was stunned to hear she was being sent back to class to be publicly made an example of. She stood rooted to the floor until the Principal stood up, handed her a trash bag, and pointed to the door.
The next few hours were a complete fog. Grace was on auto-pilot as she went to her classes for the next few hours. She tried to block out the snickers, whispers, and giggles. Each time she bent over to put her plastic trash bag on a chair her face lowered closer to her pants and her nose would crinkle as she smelled her own urine.
When the final bell rang at 3pm, Grace picked up the plastic bag from her chair and trudged to the detention room Grace entered detention to find she was one of seven students in detention that afternoon. She felt her face flush as the detention room monitor said "You can throw away that pissy bag, you won't need it in here. I'll be having you stand up front." Grace moved to the front of the room to display her soaked pants to the other students in detention.
Grace mostly looked at the floor, occasionally she would look around the room at the other students or the detention monitor; it was no surprise they were all looking at her. Grace thought to herself 'for once I wish the boys would look at my breasts...anything to have them look away from my pants!'
At 4pm the detention monitor got up from the desk and walked toward Grace. She felt her belly do flip-flops when she saw the paddle in the monitor's hand. "It's time for your paddling. Turn your backside to the others then put your hands on your knees."
The damp cotton felt cold as it stretched tightly across her butt. She heard one of the girls in the back row giggle as Grace presented her wet ass to the detention room.
THWACK!!!!
"Ahhh!"
The girl in the back row stopped giggling and gasped when she saw Grace take the first swat.
THWACK!!!
"Owww!" Grace howled.
THWACK!!!
"Please stop!"
THWACK!!!
"No more!"
THWACK!!!
"Owww Owww Owww!"
Grace hurt so much she didn't realize the damp stain in her pants was begining to darken as a glistening trickle started at her crotch and began to flow across her butt and down her legs.
THWACK!!!
"I'm sorry!"
The students in detention were shocked when they realized Grace was peeing in front of them.
THWACK!!!
"Owwwwwww!"
THWACK!!!
"Nooooo!"
THWACK!!!
"Oh, I can't take it!"
THWACK!!!
"I won't do it again, I promise! Please stop!"
After a few moments of sobbing Grace realized the paddling was over; it was only then she felt the warmth in her jeans. A wave of shame washed over her as her brain recognized the feeling of recently peed in pants.
The detention monitor shoved some paper towels into Grace's hand. For the second time that day she found herself wiping up a yellow mess from the floor.
The next few hours felt like an eternity. The her mind raced like never before. Grace felt humiliated at being paddled in front of six other students, she couldn't imagine the devestation her mom must have felt after being paddled in front of a few hundred people at a school BBQ!
Grace dwelled on what the PTA Disciplinary Committee would likely do to her mom in response to today's accident. |
Grace looked around the small auditorium as she and the other student offenders were led in. It was standing room only in the spectators area. There must've been over a hundred people in attendance, Grace could feel every one of them looking at the wet stain on her jeans! Grace could see seven women, including her mom, standing on the other side of the stage waiting to be called before the PTA Conduct Committee.
The committee chair opened the session with the normal remarks about the importance of the Maternal Responsibility Act. The commitee chair commented on the large number of spectators and thanked them for fulfilling their civic duty by attending today's public hearing. The chair concluded her opening remarks by reading the docket.
Jean Perkins, age 35. Son Toby violated Section B, unexcused absence.
Molly Jones, age 47. Daughter Polly violated Section C, 1st tardy.
Pauline Smith, age 38. Son Jeremy violated Section C, 3rd Tardy.
Melissa Palmer, age 42. Son David violated Section L, Swearing in school.
Angella Minter, age 39. Daughter Kelly violated Section L, Swearing in school - 2nd Offense.
Heather Blanc, age 44. Daughter Jenny violated Section E, No Hall Pass.
Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H, urinated in her pants - 2nd Offense.
Grace paid little atention to the first five cases. They were common issues and the Conduct Committee dealt with each of them quickly. To no one's surprise the mothers were each found responsible and given sanctions that included both community service to the school and corporal punishment: Jean Perkins was sanctioned 3 hours of community service and 10 swats of corporal punishment, Molly Jones received 1 hour community service and 3 swats, Pauline Smith was sanctioned 1 hour community service and 6 swats, Melissa Palmer was sanctioned 1 hour community service and 3 swats, and Angella Minter was sanctioned 2 hours of service and 6 swats of corporal punishment.
The sixth case caught Grace's attention. Jenny Blanc had left class to use the restroom even though her teacher had denied her a hall pass. Grace's mouth dropped as she heard their testimony.
"Jenny and I talked about this very situation last weekend" said Heather Blanc. "We had been at the PTA BBQ and watched Erica Campbell's paddling. On the way home we talked about the pants wetting we'd seen during the punishment and Jenny related to me all the rumors going around the school about Geace after her accident in class. I told Jenny that she should't let herself get in a position where she might have an accident. I told her to just go to the bathroom if she needed it."
Jenny testified to the committee "I had to go real bad when I asked Mrs Avis for a hall pass; she told me that since there was only 10 minutes left in class I'd have to wait. Well, I sat in my seat for a minute; I felt like kids were watching me squirm so I did what my mom told me and just went to the restroom."
"What punishment is the school giving you?" asked the committee chair.
"I got detention today. For the next 3 school days I am not allowed to use the restroom at school. Holding it all day is supposed to teach me control....I don't think I can make it all day!"
The commitee chair turned back to Jenny's mother. "It is a serious matter when a mother instructs her daughter to disregard rules. The consequences Jenny is now facing at school are likely to result in her committing a violation of Section H at least once in the next few days. You clearly bear responsibility under the Act. The committee briefly talked amongst themselves before the chair spoke again. "Heather Blanc, we feel the appropriate sanctions should include the same restroom restrictions that the school has imposed upon your daughter. For the next 6 month any time you are on school property or at school related events you are not allowed access to toilet facilities. In addition we sanction you to 20 hours community service to the school and 25 swats of corporal punishment."
Once again Grace had mixed emotions as she listened. Jenny Blanc was a bit stuck up, so Grace felt a little satisfaction that Jenny would have her ego knocked down a peg by having to endure the embarassment that came with doing the potty dance in front of her peers. Grace was horrified that another student would have to endure the discomfort and humiliation that would come if Jenny couldn't control her bodily functions for the next few school days. Grace also felt a little relief that she was no longer the only squirmy girl that the students would be watching.
As Erica was called forward the committee chair spoke. "Before we get started with today's incident we have a clerical error to address with Ms Campbell regarding last weeks offense. You were given a sanction of 30 swats of corporal punishment during your last hearing before this committee; due to a clerical error by the committee secretary, you were only paddled with 25 swats at your corporal punishment session. We all watched your corporal punishment session and felt it was appropriate for a first offense. The committee has decided to ammend the record from your last appearance and make 25 the official sanction. Is this acceptable to you? If not we can administer the last 5 swats right now."
Upon hearing the possibiliy of being paddled right away Erica's hands instinctively went to her backside. The audience chuckled as Erica grabbed her butt in fear. She quickly regained her composure and answered "Ammending the record to 25 is fine with me."
The committee chair continued "Moving on to today's offense by Grace." The chair pointed to Grace's wet jeans "She's clearly committed a second infraction of urinating in her pants. Please tell us what steps you took after her first offense."
Erica looked at her daughter, took a breath, then began "We instituted a consequences in our home after the last incident." Erica explained the process of Grace hand scrubbing her clothes, sitting on the toilet for an hour each evening, and presented Grace's toilet log to the committee to review. Erica blushed a bit before continuing. "The committee was right when it said I had not set a proper example for Grace. To be a better example I have subjected myself to the same consequences after I wet myself during my paddling last weekend."
Grace was called to testify next. "Scrubbing my stained panties and jeans was pretty bad. The time I spend sitting on the toilet is mostly spent mentally kicking myself for not just going to the bathroom when I felt the need. Every time I make an entry in the toilet log I'm reminded how much easier it would be if I'd have just gone to the restroom. Worst of all is the guilty feeling I have from my mom having to get punished in public. I get why I am being punished; I feel horrible that my actions hurt my mom."
"So if you feel so bad for your mom, why did you urinate on yourself again?" The committee chair looked at Grace. "Surely you realize that under the Act she will face sanctions again."
Grace began to sob. "I'm so sorry! I really tried to hold it today. My punishment from the first time has my toilet access restricted. I already used my passes for the week and I just could't wait. I was trying to hold it but I just couldn't do it."
"It's not mom's fault." Grace continued. "She punished me last time. She set an example by punishing herself. She gave me extra toilet sitting time when I leaked on the way home from school the other day. She promised me a worse punishment if it happened a second time; I know I'm getting belted when I get home!"
The chair looked at Erica and Grace. "What's this about a leak? I didn't see that in Grace's toilet log."
Erica answered. "It was a small spurt just before she got to the bathroom. She'd held it all day at school as part of her restriction from the school. It was so small the wetness never made it to her pants, just a little in her underwear. Since it never made it to her pants I didn't consider it a pants wetting. I did double her toilet sitting time as a consequence."
"The committee is glad that you have begun to take corrective action, Ms Campbell" said the chair. "Of course Grace's soaking pants indicate it is not nearly enough. You clearly don't find a young woman urinating on herself to be a serious issue; if you did Grace's panty wetting a couple days ago would have resulted in a belting."
"Just as Grace's punishments at school and at home should get more severe with repeat offenses, so do your sanctions under the Maternal Responsibility Act. You shall perform 40 hours of community service to the school; this shall consist of 8 hour days assisting the janitorial staff in cleaning bathrooms. You shall report to Saturday's corporal punishment session where you will receive 50 swats of the paddle. We further order that you face toilet restrictions on all school property or at any school events until all of your community service is complete. You must clean them....you may not use them!" |
Grace stood in the living room on Saturday afternoon. Aunt Julie, her mom's older sister, had driven them home from Erica's public sanctioning that morning. Erica's paddling had been the most severe of any given out in the few months since the implementation of the Maternal Responibility Act. Erica had been in no condition to drive after the butt blistering she had received. Now Julie was holding the leather belt against the damp denim that stretched across Erica's rear end.
"Can you see well enough, Grace?" asked Aunt Julie. "From what I was told, this belting is for your mom to set a good example by showing you the punishment for a grown woman who pisses herself. Watch closely so you can learn...and from what I have been told you certainly need the lesson!"
WHACK!!!
Grace winced at the crack of the belt as it struck her mother's bottom. Grace watched a fresh trickle of pee start running down her mom's thigh. Much like this morning, Erica's ability to control her bladder failed as she was consumed with pain.
WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK!!!!!!!!
The lash of the belt hitting her already bruised bottom was excruciating! Erica could only howl as her sister wielded the leather implement. Erica had no clue she had wet herself again until Julie paused the belting to speak.
"How disgraceful! You peed your pants again! I know this was only supposed to be ten swats but you are going to get three extra swats for peeing during your punishment."
WHACK... WHACK... WHACK!
The pain of her belting left Erica sobbing and blubbering for several minutes. When she finally regained her composure she turned to Julie, "Thanks sis. I appreciate you doing this for me."
"I am not going to lie" said Julie, "I kind of feel like we might finally be even. Watching you try to hide your face as all those witnesses watched your wet butt walk away from that paddling this morning....well, it really reminded me of summer camp when we were kids. I thought I'd gotten over that but, I guess not. I can honestly say that after today I am no longer mad about it."
Grace looked at her mom and aunt with a quizical look. "What happened when you were kids at camp?"
"I, uh....I...I'm not proud of it" mumbled Erica. "I put Julie's hand in warm water when she was sleeping. I didn't realize what kind of humiliation was coming her way. I just thought it'd get a laugh from the other girls in the cabin; it turns out the camp had some pretty draconian punishments for bedwetters."
Julie chimed in, "When I woke up with wet pajamas and sheets I nearly died! I had no clue your mom had played a prank on me, all I knew was that I was soaked in pee at 18 years old!"
"My initial embarassment quickly became dread as I lay there. A few years before, when your mom was still to young to come to camp, one of the other kids had wet the bed. I remembered the horendous punishment he had been given. I briefly thought about trying to hide what happened but there was no time, the counselors came in to wake us up."
"The counselors smelled the pee when they came into the cabin. They went bunk to bunk, waking up each girl, then asking if she had wet the bed. Each girl said no, of course, so they would tell her to pull back her blanket then stand next to her bed. The counselors went down the line until they got to me, I remember my voice cracking as I admitted to being wet. Instead of making me stand next to my bed they told me to stay in it while the investigated the other girls in the cabin. After they got the other 19 girls standing next to their dry beds, the counselors announced that I had peed in my bed. I'll never forget the laughter as my blanket was pulled back....after that it got worse."
"I had to stand next to the wet bunk, my wet pajamas clung to my butt for everyone to see. Then the counselors told me to bend over, my face was right in the middle of the huge wet stain on my sheets! I hated the smell!"
"I was left in that disgusting position while they woke up the campers in the other cabins. The boys and girls from all the other cabins were led single file to our cabin to see my wet ass bent over smelling my own piss soaked sheets. After everyone was assembled for breakfast in the dining hall, I was finally allowed to take my face out of my wet bunk. The reprieve was short lived!"
"I was taken to the front of the morning assembly and stripped naked in front of the camp. My wet panties were placed on my head, so I had to smell my accident again. I was given a white t-shirt that was too small, little kid underwear, and clear plastic panties to put over the little kid underwear. That was my uniform for the rest of the week."
"Much like your school, Grace, our summer camp proceeded to limit my access to the bathroom. I peed in those plastic panties at least once every day! The little kid underwear wouldn't soak up much of the urine so you could see the yellow liquid sloshing around in those clear plastic panties until it slowly leaked past the elastic bands and down my legs."
"Thank god this was before social media and smart phones! I was utterly humiliated, but at least I didn't end up on the internet."
Grace gasped "All that because of mom!"
"At the time I didn't know it was her" said Julie. "I went days wondering why I wet the bed."
"I had no clue all that would happen to her!" Erica said. "I thought it was funny when they paraded the other campers in to see her wet pajamas as she smelled the sheets. By the time she was getting stripped naked at morning assembly I felt pretty guilty. When I realized how bad her punishment was, I got scared. I spent all week expecting to get found out."
"When we got home our parents were so mad at Julie." Erica looked at her sister with a guilty face. "When Dad said he was going to make her wear diapers for a year I decided I should fess up. Julie didn't speak to me for months! It was pretty mean of me. I am really not surprised that Julie never got over it."
Erica turned from Grace to Julie, "I've been wet for a couple hours now, I can feel a rash starting on my legs. May I please go clean up now?"
"Go" said Julie. "Grace and I will make lunch while you scrub your clothes and clean yourself. Don't forget to put that soothing cream on your butt, it should help numb the stinging." |
Erica returned from her long cleanup wearing loose fitting sweat pants. "Not only is my ass sore from that paddling, it's swollen too! Thank goodness I found some pants that aren't too tight. Do you two mind if I stand during lunch?"
"I bet you stand for everything today, probably sleep on your stomach too!" Julie giggled. "I was watching the videos that were posted online, you have way more views than any other mom from today's session."
"This is not how I wanted to become famous" sighed Erica. "I sure wish Heather Blanc had peed during her paddling! I didn't want to be the only one on that stage in wet pants."
"What are they making her do for community service?" asked Grace. "Maybe it will be something that takes so long that she'll wet during it."
"I don't know what they're going to make her do but, I hope it is long and in a very public part of the school!" answered Erica. "I know that I'll be struggling during mine. They set my 8 hours per day cleaning restrooms to immediately follow my hour of changing diapers. I will need to hold my bladder for 9 hours straight. I know how tough it's been for you to make a whole day without toilet access, or an accident; I am sure it will be equally tough for me."
"Speaking of more accidents," interupted Julie. "If the punishment at home is supposed to increase with each pants wetting, what are you adding for the next time either of you wet yourself?"
"I suppose a good mother evaluates the effectiveness of discipline and modifies it as needed" responded Erica. "Since Grace's second accident at school was a result of being restricted from the toilet, and both of my recent accidents happened during my paddling, we can safely say we aren't wetting for lack of toilet training. There is no use adding reflective measures like more toilet sitting."
"I think we should continue the toilet log" Erica continued. "The chart seems to be something the PTA Conduct Committee liked. They also seemed pleased that spanking with the belt got added, I guess we better keep that. Grace, what do you think?"
"Can we stop hand scrubbing our wet clothes?" Grace asked. "I think it's disgusting!"
"No, that one we'll keep." Erica said "That is one consequence that I should have used a couple months ago when you wet yourself laughing. It isn't painful but it sure makes you think about what you should have done differently."
Julie said "It seems like the PTA commitee really likes to see unpleasnt, painful, and embarassing consequences."
"Yeah" said Erica. "I'm worried they'll sanction me with 100 swats of the paddle if I have to appear before them again."
Grace let out a long sigh. "I'm not allowed the toilet at school for a whole month. There's no way I can make it that many days without another accident. It's going to happen again. Mom, I am really sorry!"
"Maybe if we use a punishment at home that is severe enough the Conduct Committee will let me off with only 75 swats" Erica said. "I suspect I would pass out if they give me 100. I just don't know what would appease them enough to keep it at 75."
"I have an idea" said Julie, looking at Erica. " I am pretty sure Grace will be completely against it, you won't be too happy either. I just can't think of anything else the PTA Conduct Committee will find humiliating enough to be a decent punishment."
"If it will keep mom's paddling down, I will do anything!" exclaimed Grace. "Belt my butt naked if we have to, just make it easier on mom!"
Julie gave her niece a long look. "A bare bottom belting is a start. We probably need to double the belting to 20 lashes. Maybe 10 over the wet pants followed by the last 10 on the bare butt. The next suggestion is the one you will hate."
Grace looked at her mom. "You've suffered way to much because of me already." Turning to Aunt Julie she said "I'll take whatever it is, no matter how painful!"
"It won't be painful" said Julie. "It will be incredibly unpleasant. Remember what I told you about wetting the bed at camp? Of all the things they did to punish me, the one I remember most vividly was having my wet panties put on my face. To this day, whenever I feel a little bladder urgency, I think about how miserable it was to smell my own wet underwear. That memory has sent me scurrying to the restroom whenever I feel the tiniest bit desperate. I have never even been close to an accident since then. It was one doozey of a deterrent!"
Grace's face scrunched up in a mixture of disgust, horror, and fear. "Oh no! Anything but that! I can't handle anything so nasty! Please no!"
Erica's face twisted too, she found herself gagging at the thought. "Are you sure, Sis?"
"I can't think of anything else more humiliating" answered Julie. "Can you think of anything else that is horrible enough to mitigate your paddling if Grace wets her pants again?"
"Erica hugged Grace, who was now so upset she was shaking. "I'm sorry, Aunt Julie is right. My bottom could barely take 50! I know it is horrible, I just don't see any other hope of keeping my next paddling under 100."
"I know it isn't any comfort" Erica continued. "Just remember that these rules apply to me too. If I pee my pants during community service next week, I'll be wearing pissy underwear on my head too."
Erica went on "In fact, I'll probably get it more than you. The next time you wet your pants at school, will be the last time. You will be put into diapers after that; the school won't punish you for a wet diaper, so as long as you don't start wetting yourself at home or out shopping you'll never get this punishment again."
"I, on the other hand" sighed Erica, will probably piss my pants at least a couple days, if not everyday, of my community service. Plus, it is nearly guaranteed that I will pee during my next paddling. I'm looking at pissy panties on my head 4 or 5 times in just the next week!"
Erica looked her daughter in the eye. "It's a miserable punishment, but we'll both get through it. It's been over 25 years since it happened to Julie; she survived it and so will we."
"Oh mom! I don't want to pee my pants again! I don't want to be put in diapers! I don't want you to get another sanction from the Maternal Responsibility Act! I don't want to wear pissy underwear on my face! I don't want a bare butt belting!"
Grace looked at her mom and aunt. "I hate how my classmates look at me while I squirm and hold myself. If I'm sitting at my desk the boys are watching my chest as I bounce in my chair. If I'm standing or walking the boys are watching my butt jiggle. If it gets so bad I have to put my hand between my legs, then the boys are fantasizing about all the things they want to see or do in my crotch. The girls just want me to hurry up and piss myself so the boys will think I'm gross; then they won't have to worry about their boyfriends dumping them to hook up with me."
"The days last week that I was able to hold my urine were actually more humiliating than either time I peed in my pants. The stares, jeers, and whispers behind my back as I was squirming were soooo much worse than the teasing for wetting."
Erica told her daughter "If wetting your pants is less embarassing, and certainly less painful than holding a full bladder for hours, then just find a discrete place to wet yourself when you start to feel a full bladder."
"But you'll get paddled if I pee my pants! Oh, I'll never make it a month!"
"I won't be mad at you, Grace. I want you to decide what is best for yourself. I've already prepared myself, I'll be ready for whatever happens." |
Erica reported to the head custodian at 10am for her Community Service. She was given her cleaning cart and a list of all the restrooms in the school. Since Erica still had diaper changing duty, as well as toilet scrubbing duty, she was instructed to clean the two toilet cubicles in the nurse's office from 10am to 11am, change diapers from 11am to noon, then return to normal toilet cleaning duty in the remainder of the school from noon until 7pm.
Erica stopped short as she stepped into the first dirty stall, it was a disaster! The nurse walked up behind Erica and said "One of the juniors had a bad upset stomach this morning. She barely got her pants pulled down in time, another 20 seconds and she would have made a nasty stain in her underwear."
"I'm really glad she made it, I hate having to write up students for having accidents." The nurse continued, "The Maternal Responsibility Act has sure made accidents more humiliating. I used to take some comfort in knowing the student would be punished privately; now that the offense is part of the public record at her mom's hearing, the school has no obligation to keep the student's punishment private."
Erica nodded her head in agreement as she picked up the cleaning brush from her cart. It took a while for Erica to get the toilet presentable again. The second stall was nearly in the same state as the first, but she said nothing; she would much rather clean the messy toilet than see a student and their mom get punished!
At 11am Erica pushed her cleaning cart out of the way and set to the task of changing diapers. The line of students waiting to be changed seemed quieter than they had the week before. A sophmore named Kara finally revealed the added tension. As Erica unbuttoned Kara's jeans the girl said "It won't be a secret anymore. Everyone will know why we have to come to the nurse everyday. Right now they think we need to take medications at lunch time, when your daughter wets her pants again everyone will finally know. I hate the Maternal Responsibility Act! When it happened to us the punishment was private; with Grace, everyone knows. It'll only take a few days of Grace sitting with us before everyone suspects why we are here too."
Erica felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Kara's glum face. When Erica had voted in favor of the Act she hadn't considered a situation like this. "I'm sorry" said Erica as Kara climbed down from the table and left.
After diaper changes, Erica went back to toilet scrubbing duty. The restooms near the cafeteria had plenty of use and needed a lot of her time. She was only half done with the girls room when the bell rang for the end of fifth period and girls started to fill the room. Erica stood in the corner next to her cleaning cart for the next five minutes as girls came and left. Erica heard snippets as the girls whispered: "punishment"...."Grace's mom"...."wet her pants, too"... Erica knew why Kara was so concerned about her classmates finding out her secret. The gossip in school was relentless; even as a mom, Erica was subject to snide remarks.
The restroom emptied as sixth period began, as the last girl walked out Erica began to feel a fullness in her bladder. It wasn't anything urgent yet, just enough for Erica to know she would be uncomfortable long before her day was over.
Erica finished cleaning the girls room and moved her cleaning cart to the boys room. The boys room was far dirtier than the girls room. The area around the urinals was absolutely disgusting. She got to work with a scrub brush, as she scrubbed Erica felt the sloshing of her bladder. She unconsciously bounced a little from leg to leg trying to find a position that eased the pressure on her bladder
Erica managed to clean away the first layer of grime before the bell rang and boys flooded into the restroom. Erica wanted to leave as the boys came in, instead she grabbed her cleaning cart and moved to the corner. The instructions had been very clear, she was not allowed to leave a restroom until she had finished cleaning it. Erica's cheeks flushed as she listened to the boys talk about her. The boys obviously knew just as much as the girls about why Erica was standing in their bathroom. "Pissed her pants"....."spanked at the BBQ"...."MILF"...."just Google: hot mom pees during pubishment"...."Looks like she's doing the potty dance now".
The comment Erica heard as the last two boys were leaving put her into a bit of a panic. Listening to the sounds of all those boys relieving themselves, followed by the sound of rushing water with each flush, had certainly made Erica more aware of her rapidly filling bladder. She had known she was squeezing her thighs together, she thought she had been discreet, obviously her squirms had been quite pronounced.
Erica continued cleaning when the boys were all back in class. As she cleaned, the pressure in her bladder continued to build. She remembered what she'd heard the kids whispering and felt quite embarassed. Embarassment soon became concern for Grace. Erica knew her daughter must hear very similar things all day.
A wave of pain washed over Erica's bladder, she dropped her scrub brush and shoved her hands between her legs. Her left leg trembled as Erica willed herself to regain her composure.
Eventually Erica's urge subsided and she went back to work. Erica finally finished the boys room and pushed her cart to the elevator to head up to the restrooms by the second floor library. As Erica got off the elevator the bell rang to dismiss the students for the end of the day. Erica pushed her cart toward the restroom as the students filled the hall. Once again Erica listened to the mocking chatter around her.
"She won't stop squirming"...."I bet her underwear has a wet spot"...."I love watching her ass wiggle"...."Did you hear her mom is here too?, I heard they are both about to pee their pants"....
Erica realized this round of talk was about Grace. She felt bad that kids were talking about her daughter but, she was happy to hear that Grace had made it through the day without wetting her pants.
Erica bit her lip and bounced as she scrubbed the second floor girls room. She clenched between her legs as a girl hurried in. Erica squirmed as she listened as the girl moaned in relief as she loudly peed in the toilet. It was agonizing to listen to someone else getting the relief Erica so desperately needed.
Erica toiled away for two more hours, her productivity dropped off dramatically as she spent more time with her hand pressed in her crotch. As Erica struggled to maintain control she kept thinking how humiliating it must be for Grace to have endured this kind of pressure in class every day.
As Erica bent over to scrub a toilet she felt a hot spurt rush into her panties. She squeeled as she pinched off the flow. Erica stood upright then shuffled out of the toilet stall. Erica waddled to the mirror near the sinks, as she expected there was a wet spot on her jeans. The spot wasn't large but, there was no mistaking what had caused it.
The leak had given Erica slight relief. She finished her duties on the second floor and pushed her cart back to the elevator. She still had to clean the restrooms near the auditorium before people arrived for the Maternal Responsibility Act hearings at 7pm.
Erica struggled as she scrubbed the men's room. She felt another spurt leak out as she cleaned a urinal, this leak left her with a wet patch that ran about four inches down the inside of each thigh.
Erica wanted to flush herself down the drain whe she heard the door open. There was no hiding her accident from the man who walked in. Erica slowly walked to her cleaning cart in the corner and waited there. The sound of the man peeing was agonizing for Erica. After he finished the man zipped up then turn to Erica. "My wife and I were at the PTA BBQ, you sure put on a good show. So good that we came to your paddling last week, too. I gotta say, 50 swats must've been a killer." The man took a long look at the stain in Erica's crotch, "Looks like you are taking after your daughter today!"
Erica finished cleaning the men's room, then she hobbled to the woman's room. The stain on her thighs grew by two more inches as she dribbled with each step. She stepped into the woman's room to find it full, to her horror the Chair of the PTA Conduct Committee was stepping out of the first stall. The Chair looked at Erica's pants and smirked. The smirk quickly became a full smile as Erica lost all control.
The warmth enveloped Erica's crotch, ran down each leg, and flowed around the curve of her butt. Slowly urine trickled from the hem of her pants and onto the floor. Though she had peed her pants in front of hundreds of people on two prior occasions, this accident was far more humiliating. The last two times her butt was in such pain that Erica had no idea she had wet herself until after it was over. Feeling it slowly happen was far more emotional!
The PTA Chair chuckled as tears dripped from Erica's eyes. "You didn't make it the the docket today, that means Grace didn't wet her pants at school. Too bad we can't say the same for you!"
Erica took the mop from the cart and began to mop up her mess. When she finished mopping she found her phone and checked the time. 6:45pm, only fifteen minutes until she was done for the day. Erica sent a quick text to Julie before getting back to her cleaning.
Hey sis, it happened. I'll be home in about a half hour. Can you meet me there? I need you to punish me for having an accident. |
The cold damp cotton clinging to her thighs was beginning itch. Erica wiggled around in the seat of her car trying to find a position that didn't aggravate the rash that was forming, unfortunately all that happened was her butt cheeks also started to itch. The drive home was mental torture, one minute she was dreading her upcoming punishment, the next she was reliving the humiliation from her most recent accident.
When she arrived home Grace and Julie were waiting for her. Grace looked at her mom sympathetically then gave a look toward Aunt Julie, silently pleading for her to not punish Erica. Julie just gave them both a grim look and led Erica to the middle of the living room.
"Would you like to tell us about it?" asked Aunt Julie.
Erica took a deep breath then began to tell them about her day. Grace had a very guilty look on her face as Erica told them how concerned the diapered students were about being found out. Grace looked at the floor as her mom told them about the humiliating comments while she cleaned the bathrooms. By the point Erica told them about her embarrassing accident, Grace was completely sobbing.
"It's all my fault!" exclaimed Grace. " I'm so sorry I peed my pants in class! You don't deserve this. Aunt Julie, please don't punish her! I deserve the punishment, not Mom."
"It's not your fault Grace." Erica looked at her daughter and continued, "If I had set a better example a couple years ago when I peed my pants coming home from work, or if I had just given you little spanking a few months ago after your laughing accident, you probably wouldn't have waited too long at school. I really do bear some of the responsibility for your accidents at school. I accept my consequences."
Julie picked up the wide leather belt from the coffee table. "Grace, I want you to step over here so you can watch each stroke as it lands on your mom's bottom. Pay close attention, this is what your mom will be doing to you if you pee your pants again."
"Remember sis, the first 10 are over your wet clothes. The next 10 will be against your bare skin."
As Erica grabbed her ankles her nose got close enough to her pants for the odor of her urine to be noticeable. The stench reminded her that wet underwear would soon be covering her nose and mouth. This is disgusting thought was soon pushed from her mind by a sharp sting on her bottom.
THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP!
A few weeks ago a belting like this would have caused Erica to scream; after two public paddlings she was now able to tolerate this spanking with no more than a pained expression on her face.
"You kept your composure quite well. Are we going to see calluses on your butt cheeks?" teased Julie. "Time to strip, take off everything but your panties."
Erica placed her shirt and bra on the coffee table. She unbuttoned for jeans and tried pull them down, the wet denim just clung to her thighs and butt. Peeling the wet jeans down seemed so much more humiliating then if she could have taking them off normally. As she held the wet jeans in her hands she looked and her sister and asked "Where may I put them? Setting them on the coffee table seems kind of disgusting."
"Grace, get your mother a plastic bag." Erica turned red with shame as she stood holding her soaked pants while she waited for her daughter to return.
When the saturated denim had been placed in the bag, Julie gave her sister the instruction that she was dreading most. "Now peel off those wet panties. Hold them out in front of you...just like that. Grace come over here for a moment please, I need you to take a look. Do you see how yellow your mom's underwear is? Just remember that when she left the house this morning, those were white. It is unacceptable for a grown woman to piss herself, no matter what the circumstances are. It doesn't matter if you are 18 or 42, there will be consequences!"
Grace sobbed as Aunt Julie pointed to her mom's face. "It's time to put them up there. Make sure that yellow crotch is right over your nose and mouth. You can put the leg holes near your eyes so you can see."
Erica gagged as she followed the nasty instructions she was given. The smell was so much stronger with the yellow cotton pressed against her nose. Worse yet was the taste! Her mouth had opened when she was gagging and her tongue accidently licked her pissy fabric. The full torture of this punishment became obvious. She would be forced to inhale every breath through her nose, smelling her shameful act; she couldn't breathe through her mouth and risk having to taste her disgusting accident.
"Bend back over" instructed Julie. "It's time for the bare swats!"
THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...THWAP
This round of strokes had a sharper sound as the leather struck skin instead of fabric. Erica's bottom had a pink glow after Julie finished swinging the belt. Erica struggled to maintain her composure, not from the pain, but the difficulty in catching her breath through the urine soaked panties.
"You'll stand here for one hour, Erica" commanded Julie. "Grace, you will sit here watching your mom. Remember, this is as much about setting an example for you, as it is about her being punished."
Grace wanted to run to her mom and rip the wet underwear off her face but she knew better than to interfere with the punishment. "I'm so sorry mom! I'm so, so sorry!" Grace tried to look her mom in the eyes, instead she quickly looked away. Seeing her mother's eyes surrounded by stained damp underwear was just too much to bear.
Erica watched the minute hand on the clock tick slowly. She had only been standing for 5 minutes when a familiar feeling in her abdomen signaled trouble. She tried to be subtle as she shifted to a position that would ease her bladder. The fidgeting did not help and Erica quickly realized how much more difficult it was to control herself without wearing clothing. The psychological impact of being naked increased her urgency. Erica wanted to ask Julie for a bathroom break but the thought of opening her mouth to speak was very concerning.
Grace watched her mother's squirms become more dramatic over a 10 minute period. When her mother put her hand between her legs, Grace knew she had to speak up. "Aunt Julie, can you come here? I think mom needs you."
"What is it?" asked Julie as she came back into the room.
"Um, I'm not sure" said Grace. "She looks like she needs to pee. She won't say anything, I don't know why."
"I remember being terrified to talk" said Julie. "When I got punished like that I learned real quickly to keep my mouth closed so I would't accidently get the pissy underwear in my mouth. It tasted horrible!"
Julie had a small evil grin on her face as she looked at her sister. There was no mistaking Erica's movements for anything else, she was doing a major potty dance!
"You look like you are about to pee on the carpet" taunted Julie. "I can't believe I am about to watch my adult sister ruin her floor!"
Erica tried to beg with her eyes, Julie just smirked as she watched Erica. Finally Erica broke down "Please let..ugh.. me go to...ach...the bathroom" she sputtered out. The salty taste of her panties made her gag as she spoke.
"No." Julie firmly told Erica "You have to finish the punishment first. There's 40 minutes left, you look like that's about 30 minutes too long so I'll go get a couple towels for you to stand on."
Julie came back a couple minutes later. "The embarassment may be part of the punishment" Julie said as she laid the towels on the floor. "I don't think ruining the carpet is necessary."
Erica squirmed, she wiggled, she felt her knees wobble. Erica kept using her fingers as a plug. Nothing seemed to work. In a matter of minutes she felt the warmth shoot past the fingers she had jammed in her crotch.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Grace as she saw the stream start from between her mom's legs. Grace felt horrible as her mom humiliated herself for the second time that day. Grace became terrified that she might be in the same position tomorrow.
Time passed slowly as Erica finished her hour of waiting. Finally Julie said "Time's up. Grab your dirty towels and head to the bathroom. You can take the underwear off your head and scrub them with the rest of our wet clothes. Feel free to shower when you are done scrubbing."
Erica scooped up her wet towels and ran to the bathroom, anxious to finish her scrubbing so she could take a long shower to wash away the day's shame. |
This installment includes a section that not all readers may enjoy. There is a portion that includes someone who pooped in their pants. If that doesn't appeal to you, you may skip that part. The remainder of the story will be written in a way that still makes sense even if you skipped the part with messy pants.
As Grace sat at the cafeteria table she glanced up to see Jenny Blanc walking toward her. Well, walking wasn't quite the right word. Jenny could only take three to four short steps before she would stop to squirm, then she would take a few more steps before having to pause again. It looked like Jenny was really struggling today.
"May I sit here?" Jenny asked. Grace could hear the slight tremble in her voice.
"Yeah, sure." Grace had never been good friends with Jenny but today Jenny looked like she needed a friendly face. Truth be told, Grace's friends had been pretty distant lately.
Jenny quietly picked at her food for a few minutes before she finally spoke. "I don't think I'm going to make it today. We're only halfway through the day and it is so much worse then it was yesterday! Is it ok to ask...what's it going to be like?"
"I'm not going to lie" Grace said, "it's pretty bad. The actual physical feeling wasn't horrible. When it first happens all you really feel is warmth. It takes a few seconds before you get the feeling of relief from the pressure going away. That first few seconds are almost enjoyable.
"Then comes the realization of what you've done. Then the giggles and laughs and teasing start long before you are ever done having the accident. The humiliation blocks out all the feeling of relief that you just felt."
As Grace explained the experience to Jenny, she saw the dread in Jenny's eyes.
"It gets worse" warned Grace. "They leave you in your wet pants for the rest of the day. The warmth goes away within minutes and you are left with a disgusting feeling as your cold pants cling to your body. They send you to the nurse who asks some embarrassing questions, inevitably she'll declare that it wasn't a medical problem and you will be referred to the principal for discipline.
"As unpleasant as it is to serve detention after an accident, I found the worst part came after. The guilt that comes from your mom being sanctioned under the Maternal Responsibility Act is by far the worst part."
"Is it true" asked Jenny, "that the PTA is making your mom punish you at home, too?"
"Well, I guess it isn't a requirement that I get punished at home" answered Grace. "It's more of a really strong recommendation from the PTA Conduct Committee. The only reason mom is punishing me is to try to mitigate any sanctions they give her if I have another accident. They made it very clear that her sanctions would get more severe every time. Since I am on toilet restriction for a whole month we are pretty worried that it will happen again."
"My mom is so mad about about being sanctioned last week!" Jenny said: "She knows that if I pee my pants during my restriction, the PTA will make her suffer like your mom did. She told me if I can't control myself through these three days of toilet restriction that I will receive a punishment far worse than anything she gets from the PTA. I'm really worried!"
Grace gave Jenny a sypathetic look. "Some of punishments weren't too bad. Scrubbing my wet clothes and making a potty chart were embarassing, but not the end of the world. My mom didn't even hit too hard during my spanking with the belt. The one I will get if I have a third offense at school will be pretty awful; I'm going to have to put my wet underwear on my head while she belts my bare butt."
"Mom hasn't told me yet what she's going to do to me." Jenny look at Grace and said "My mom has always had some very cruel and unusual punishments for me. What you will get for a third offense sounds a lot more like what I will get for a first offense."
"I hope you won't get any punishment" said Grace. "I really hope you make it through today and tomorrow without an accident. I don't want anyone to go through what I have. Just keep squeezing your legs together, you'll get through it!"
"Grace, this is a little awkward to ask. Do the boys look at you different? I feel like every time I squirm there's a dozen boys eyeing me up. I think they like watching me be desperate. Is that normal?"
"Yeah" answered Grace. " I thought I was being subtle and just squeezing my thighs together, it turns out I bounce a lot more than I thought, I guess my boobs jiggle and my butt wiggles."
Jenny finished eating, as she walked away from the table Grace had two thoughts. 1) Jenny was unlikely to make it through the day without experiencing utter humiliation. 2) Jenny's butt had a great wiggle as she hobbled away, no wonder the boys couldn't take their eyes off of her!
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The afternoon drug on for Grace. She tried to pay attention in each class, somehow she always ended up tuning out the teacher and paying attention only the pressure in her bladder. She found herself constantly tapping her foot or shifting in her seat. More than once, Geace realized she was opening and closing her thighs in a scissoring motion.
Grace tried to ignore the stares of her classmates. Although she knew the boys couldn't see her butt, thighs, or crotch as she sat with her legs under the desk, Grace was well aware they could all see her chest heaving as she did a seated pee-pee dance.
In between classes Grace was self-conscious of the way she was walking. She thought her short steps with her legs pressed together made her look like a penguin as she walked.
When the final bell rang at the end of the day Grace wanted to rush home, instead she let out a great sigh and waddled to the detention room. Being given a week of detention on top of her toilet restriction was true torture. Grace was grateful she only had 1 hour detentions all week instead of the 4 hour detentions she served on each of the days she had peed her pants.
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As Grace entered the detention room she looked for Jenny Blanc. The way Jenny had been suffering at lunch, Grace had expected Jenny's pink leggings to be wet by the end of the next class period.
When her gaze made it to the front corner Grace did a double take. There had definitely been a violation of the hygiene code today, but it was not Jenny!
Grace could only see the offending student from the back side, she recognized the shapely bottom and the brown hair as belonging to Maria Vargas. Even more shocking than the identity was the offense itself!
Plainly visible was a large bulge with a distinct brown stain in the seat of Maria's khaki pants. A foul odor confirmed that Maria had pooped her pants.
Grace continued to stare as she took her seat. Grace wanted to run to Maria and comfort her. Grace wanted to tell her that everything would be all right, but she knew better. Things would be far from all right for Maria!
It was a small detention class, other than Grace and Maria there were only three other students. The room was silent, except for the constant tapping of Grace's foot.
After a few minutes the detention monitor spoke. "Maria, please turn around and face the room. It's time for them to see the rest of it." As Maria turnrd, Grace could see long wet streaks originating at her crotch and running down the inside of Maria thighs as well as the front of her legs. Maria had obviously wet herself as well.
The detention monitor spoke to Grace next. "I suppose that annoying foot tapping and squirming are all that keep your pants from looking like Maria's. Please try to sit still, it is only for 1 hour."
The minutes ticked by slowly. Grace tried to keep her foot tapping to a minimum, she didn't want to upset the detention monitor. Without the tapping of her feet Grace found herself scissoring her thighs more and more. Within 15 minutes Grace's left hand was firmly pressed against her crotch. Physically holding pressure with her hand was the only way to keep from leaking.
"Grace, come up here" directed the detentiom monitor. "You are clearly about to pee your pants. I can't risk you getting the chair wet, come stand up here next to Maria until your detention is over."
Grace found herself mostly bent over as she took the few steps toward the front of the room. Grace blushed as the other students watched her do the potty dance in front of them.
As she stood next Maria, Grace could smell the faint odor of urine mixed with the much stronger stench coming from Maria's back side. A glance at Maria's face showed the agony of her humiliation. Grace knew they were not allowed to speak, but she wanted give Maria some sign of support. Grace reached out, took Maria by the hand, and gave a gentle squeeze. Maria looked at Grace, gave a small smile, and returned the gentle squeeze.
After an eternity the clock finally reached 4 p.m. The detention monitor stood up from the desk. "Grace and Tony, your time is complete for today. You may leave if you wish, although you probably should stay for a few extra minutes. I think you will find what happens next to be quite interesting."
"Maria," the detention monitor continued, "the principal has sent me an updated notice of punishment to give to you. Normally a first hygiene offense would not include corporal punishment, unfortunately there are two factors that make your offense more egregious.
"The first factor is that you defecated as well as urinated in your pants. A hygiene violation of either type is grounds for serious consequences, just ask Grace. Committing a violation of both kinds calls for an increase in your punishment.
"The second factor is that your offenses occurred so soon after the whole school became aware of Grace's offense. The public knowledge of Grace's offenses and punishments were meant to be an example and a warning to other students. The offenses you committed in your pants today show your flagrant disregard for that warning."
Grace's stomach dropped as the detention monitor picked up the wooden paddle and approached Maria.
"The principal has amended your punishment to include 20 swats of the paddle. 10 will be administered today over your dirty pants, the other 10 will be administered tomorrow by Mrs. Toole. Since you are the second girl to disgrace herself in Mrs. Toole's class, the principal hopes that tomorrow's paddling in her class will serve as a propper example of the consequences."
Grace couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maria's accident had been with Mrs. Toole! Grace couldn't help but think the problem was Mrs. Toole, not her students.
"Your punishment has also been amended to include a two-week restriction of all toilet privileges. You will not be allowed any opportunity to relieve yourself during the school day, while attending any school function, or at any time while on school property. It may be wise for you speak with Grace or Jenny Blanc to see if they have any advice on how to control yourself during the school day."
The detention monitor spun Maria around so the brown shame once again was visible to her peers. Maria sobbed as she bent forward to grab her ankles.
Grace also began to cry. It wasn't right that Maria was being given extra punishment. It was so cruel to be punished for an accident at all, increasing it because it was both pee and poop didn't seem right. Even more bothersome was the idea that Grace hadn't set a good enough example.
Grace knew nothing about what led up to Maria's stained pants, but she was sure it was nothing more than just an accident. Maria wasn't a troublemaker, she got good grades, and she was always respectful to her peers and teachers alike; she didn't deserve punishment!
THWAP...
The bulge in Maria's khakis flattened.
THWAP...
The seat of her tan pants now appeared a darker brown as the mess seeped through the fabric.
THWAP...THWAP...THWAP...
Grace looked at the three boys in detention with them. Their faces showed a mixture of excitement and disgust.
THWAP...THWAP...
Grace heard a small trickle. It didn't take long for Grace, or the others, to figure out that Maria had once again lost control of her bladder.
THWAP...THWAP...THWAP
Grace had been around enough spankings in the past few weeks to realize this one sounded a little different. The sound was a little more dull than what Grace normally heard. The smashed poop must have slightly muffled the sound. Grace hoped it softened the sting as well.
The detention monitor held out the roll of paper towels to Maria, Maria was too busy crying to notice. Grace could tell Maria was so distraught that she probably wasn't aware she had peed her pants again.
Grace took the paper towels from the detention monitor. As Grace crouched down to begin wiping up Maria's puddle she felt a spasm between her legs. Grace felt herself lose control for a second or two. A quick glance assured her that it wasn't visible. "Thank God" she thought "I might get away with it!". Grace threw away the used paper towels the gave Maria's hand one last squeeze before leaving.
Tony followed Grace out of the room. "Hey, that was nice of you" he said.
"It really sucks to be in that spot, I know from experience." Grace paused then giggled "I guess you know that...EVERYONE knows that!"
It was nice to have someone who was willing to talk to her even though she had an embarassing reputation. She was about to speak again when another spasm rocked her bladder. She jammed her left hand between her thighs, she blushed as she said "Um, I'd really like keep talking to you, but I'm about to completely pee my pants."
"I know you aren't allowed to go at school. Let's head to my car, I'll drive you to the closest gas station."
Grace was overwhelmed with appreciation. "Thank you so much!" She felt another dribble into her panties as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit "Let's hurry!" |
After scrubbing her clothes and taking a shower Grace went to talk to her mom. "What do you think will happen to Maria's mom?"
"I suppose we can hop on-line and watch the recording of the PTA hearing" answered Erica. Erica turned on her laptop and went to the website for the PTA Conduct Committee. Erica fast forwarded the video to the hearing for Bethany Vargas.
The high definition video panned from the curvy 45 year old mother to her shapely daughter's dirty bottom as the offense was read by the committee chair. When the video went back to Bethany her face was a mixture of pity for Maria and fear for herself. Grace felt embarassed on Maria's behalf as she listened to Bethany's testimony about Maria's potty training and prior accidents.
'This isn't her first accident' testified the elder Vargas, 'in fact there have been more than I can count. As a child there were a lot, she didn't potty train well. Since becoming a teenager she is mostly a bedwetter, probably 3 or 4 times a year for the past several years. She's wet her pants a couple times too. Her first pants wetting was at a rest stop during last summer's family road trip; we were only stopping at pre-scheduled stops about 250 miles apart, she just couldn't make it in time and pissed in her leggings as she tried to run to the restroom. Her other pants wetting was last fall; she came home an hour past curfew and wet herself as she was being disciplined. Today is her first time pooping herself.'
Bethany's testimony was then directed to any consequences that the Vargas family had used, Grace cringed when she listened to Maria's mom.
'We believe in having all the kids watch their siblings discipline, we want them to learn from each others mistakes. As the oldest of 4 kids Maria has been the example dozens of times and has been a witness hundreds more. Corporal punishment is common in our home. We try to be fair and use a standard punishment for common misbehaviors.
'The standard discipline for bedwetting is one swat for each year of the child's age (Maria's last 2 wet beds each earned her 18 swats), following the spanking the wet child is made to stand in the corner for one hour, then they place their bedding and pajamas in the wash. Maria's siblings see her disciplined like this a few times per year, her youngest sister has been disciplined this way as well.
'Pants wettings are considered more serious since the offending child is awake and should have recognized the signs and gone to the bathroom long before their pants get wet. A first time pants wetter gets 20 swats followed by 90 minutes standing in the corner. Maria watched her brother get this punishment 2 years ago so she knew what would happen to her as she ran accross the rest stop parking lot last year. Maria is the only one to misbehave this way twice. The second time we punished her for this we gave her 30 swats on her wet bottom and made her spend 2 hours in the corner.
'We've only had to discipline one child for pants pooping, it was a couple years ago if I remember correctly. Her brother was in the bathroom and Maria's sister couldn't wait long enough (it was pretty nasty, we couldn't salvage her underwear or leggings). We figure doing a #2 in your pants is twice as bad as a #1 so we doubled the punishment, 40 swats followed by 3 hours of cornertime.'
The high definition video showed Bethany's face turn crimson as the committee chair asked about any examples she may have set. 'Um, nothing any of the kids would have seen. I got a little tipsy on date night about 5 years ago and was squirming pretty bad in the car on the way home. The kids were all in bed by the time we got home so they didn't see me wet myself as I walked up the stairs.' The committee chair pressed Bethany on any consequences she may have faced; both Grace and Erica giggled as Bethany answered. 'Uh, my husband spanked me, I don't think I could call it a punishment.'
Maria's mom explained to the PTA Conduct Committee, 'I don't know the exact punishment Maria will face tonight, her father and I will need a few minutes to discuss it. I can assure you we will take into account that she did a #1 in her pants for the third time, in addition to having a #2 in her pants. We'll make an example of her in front of her siblings.'
As the members of the committee spoke amongst themselves the high definition image switched again to Maria's wet and soiled pants. The hearing may have been for Bethany, but the camera operator made sure to highlight Maria's shamefully dirty pants.
The camera panned back to Bethany as the PTA Chair began to address her. 'Mrs. Vargas, we are pleased to hear that discipline is imposed in a consistent manner in your home; that is the entire point of the Maternal Responsibility Act! You spoke of standard consequences, we agree. A few weeks ago Erica Campbell appeared before this committee after her daughter urinated in her pants at school, we set a sanction of 25 swats and 20 hours community service as the standard for a firat offense. Your daughter has defecated in her pants; we will follow the example of your household and double the sanction for the mother of a defecation offender. We contemplated additional sanctions for you since Maria released both bladder and bowels into her clothes. We decided that your history of administering consistent discipline has mitigated the need for additional sanctions.'
The camera zoomed in on Bethany's rear end, it showed her instinctively reaching her hands to her butt as the committee chair gave the final order of a 50 swat paddling and 40 hours of service to the school. As she pulled her hands quickly away the camera one last time panned to the visible evidence of Maria's accident.
"Oh my god mom! Whoever runs the camera kept showing Maria's accident ...or her mom's butt! Was it like that either time you had a PTA hearing?"
Erica nodded. "I watched the recordings from both my hearings, both times they focused on both our butts. It is like that all the time."
Grace said, "It sounds like Mrs. Vargas will be harsh with Maria. Thats's on top of the punishment she got today at school...and she has to be paddle in class tomorrow, too!"
"I understand you feel empathy for her", said Erica. "Just remember, you have your own bathroom worries...actually, we both do. We both have had three punishments at home. A fourth accident means an even worse punishment. I let you off easy on smelling your wet panties today, I won't be lenient again." Erica sighed, "And we certainly know Julie won't ever be lenient with me!"
"What is the extra punishment for the next offense?" Grace looked inquisitively at her mom.
"I don't know honey," replied Erica. "I suppose adding 10 more lashes with the belt and extending the time with wet underwear on our faces. Aunt Julie threatened to invite a friend to witness my next punishment. I don't know if I could do that to you."
"Oh mom! I'll keep crossing my legs. I will try to never pee my pants again! Hopefully neither of us ever earn another punishment!" |
After grabbing her cleaning cart, Erica proceeded to the restrooms in the nurses office, they were filthy! The toilets looked and smelled like a nasty stomach bug was working it's way through the school. The nurse's toilets were so dirty that Erica was only able to get one of them cleaned before it was time to begin changing diapers.
As Erica unbuttoned Toby's pants she saw a tear roll down his cheek. "Toby, when I started my community service last week, the nurse told me you have been diapered at school for over 2 years. She said you've always been pleasant, no matter what state your diaper was in. Why the sour mood today?"
"The rumors are getting really bad, Ms Campbell. With Grace's accidents last week and Maria's accident yesterday, other kids are really talking. Everyone knows part of your community service is to change diapers. I have a really bad feeling that someone is going to see me leaving the nurse's office and figure out why! I don't want anyone to know that I pissed in my gym clothes. It doesn't matter that it was over 2 years ago, they'll tease me everyday!"
Erica felt bad for the young man, she knew his fears were legitimate. Erica removed his wet diaper, taped on a dry one, then buttoned his pants. As he trudged out of the changing room Erica could hear slight crinkle as he left. Her heart broke as she realized his classmates might recognize that same noise if they paid attention.
As Shelly walked in to the changing room Erica could smell the faint odor of urine. With all the rumors circulating, Erica realized that even a faint smell could give away the girl's secret. Erica quickly went to work getting rid of Shelly's odor. She truly hoped Shelly's diaper would remain secret.
By noon, Erica was back to scrubbing the toilet in the nurse's office. As she was cleaning, Erica heard a girl sobbing.
"I was trying not to! I'm on restriction, it would't have happened otherwise. Please don't send me to the principal!"
Erica overheard the nurse say, "I have a few questions I am required to ask you before I decide if you'll be sent to the principal or if you are dealt with here. How old are you and what grade are you in?"
"I'm 18, I'm a senior."
The nurse sighed, "Much to old for this. Have you had a medical emergency today?"
"No."
"Has a doctor declared you medically incontinent?"
"No ma'am."
"Then I have to bring you to the principal. Let's go." Erica peeked out into the office and saw the nurse escorting the young woman out into the hall. The glistening streaks running down the girl's legs confirmed Erica's suspicion.
Erica was finishing her scrubbing when the nurse returned a few minutes later. "Was that Jenny?" Erica asked. "Will Heather Blanc have a Maternal Responsibility Act hearing this afternoon?"
"I'm afraid you are right" replied the nurse. "It was Jenny's last day of disciplinary restriction. It was only three days, I kind of thought she might make it."
"Her mom is so arrogant, I look forward to Heather getting sanctioned" confessed Erica. "I feel bad that Jenny is going have to go through the embarassment that comes with an accident, but I can't wait to watch Heather's butt get paddled on Saturday morning."
The nurse chided Erica, "If I remember correctly, you had the opportunity to see her paddling last Saturday, it was right before your own!"
"I know it's catty of me" admitted Erica. "There is something about that woman that irks me to no end. I hope she pisses her pants on Saturday."
"Jenny's wet pants were somewhat expected" said the nurse. "The principal was still pretty mad. In the past 3 weeks, 3 separate girls have had 5 accidents at school....and they are each likely to have more during remainder of their disciplinary toilet restriction! The principal is considering some drastic increase in punishments for student hygiene violations. I think things are about to get worse for students with accidents on their records."
"Worse? How much worse can it get? They are already the laughingstocks of the school" exclaimed Erica.
"I wasn't told the details" said the nurse. "I was just told to review the records of every student who has committed a hygiene violation in the past 4 years. I am supposed to have a summary of each incident ready by 2pm. I better get busy if I am going to be done in time."
Erica pondered her conversation with the nurse as she went on with her cleaning duties. Her internal thoughts were interrupted as the passing time bell rang and girls flooded in to the girls room she was cleaning.
Erica took her place in the corner to wait for the girls to clear out. The gossip she overheard today was all about Jenny Blanc (no surprise). 'Huge yellow puddle...so disgusting....at least she didn't poop like Maria....acted like a toddler'
Erica was thankful when the restroom emptied. Her thoughts kept returning to her anticipation of Heather Blanc's upcoming humiliation. She knew the bits of gossip she overheard from the students was similar to the gossip that other moms would have at coffee shops all over the city in the coming days. Oh how she hoped Heather would pee her pants during a paddling! Erica knew Heather's ego would be deflated just by having to appear at another PTA hearing. Erica wanted to watch the hearing to see Heather's agony. Erica knew by the time the hearing started she would either be bursting or as wet as Heather's daughter; she would have to wait until later in the evening to watch a recording online.
Erica finished the girl's room and moved to the boy's room. As Erica started to scrub the first urinal she began to feel the first twinge of fullness in her bladder. She glanced at her watch and saw it was just about 2pm, another passing time between classes was about to begin.
As the bell rang the room filled with boys. 'Did you see her butt clench before she completely lost it?....she was pretty embarassed....it was sooo nasty...I wonder what the surprise assembly is about?'
Erica had a horrible feeling as she overheard the boys mention a school assembly. She worried the conversation she had with the nurse was somehow related. She didn't have long to wonder, a few minutes after the passing time ended the nurse came to get Erica.
"We think it is important for you to see this" the nurse said as she led Erica into the large auditorium that held over 2,000 students. Erica was not surprised when she saw Jenny Blanc standing in the middle of the stage, still wearing her wet pants.
The principal began to address the students. "There has been a rash of hygiene violations recently. Beginning today any student committing a hygiene violation will be made an example of in front of the entire student body. As you can see, today's offender is Jenny Blanc. Miss Blanc will be the first student to receive the new, more severe punishment. She will be paddled on stage, she will serve a 4 hour detention, then she will have her toilet access restricted for the next 2 weeks.
"Miss Blanc may be the first to be punished at a school assembly but, she is far from the first hygiene offender at this school. I need the following students to come forward and join us on stage: senior Maria Vargas (urinated and defecated her pants in 12th grade), senior Grace Campbell (urinated her pants in 12th grade), sophmore Kara Symon (urinated her pants in 8th grade, junior Amy Hiles (urinated her pants in 11th grade), senior Jane Diamond (urinated her pants in 9th grade), senior Toby Gorrow (urinated his pants in 10th grade, freshman Timothy Waller (defecated his pants in 9th grade), senior Shelly Yardley (urinated her pants in 10th grade), sophmore Madison Jeffers (urinated her pants in 9th grade), sophmore Addison Kamps (defecated her pants in 9th grade), junior Hillary Downer (urinated her pants in 9th grade), senior Kimberly Fowler (defecated her pants in 10th grade)."
As Toby, Shelly, and all the other diapered students were escorted onto the stage Erica felt tears forming in her eyes. They no longer had to be concerned about subtle smells or crinkles giving away their secrets.
The principal continued to address the student body. "Grace and Maria are currently serving toilet restrictions, future wettings or soilings may result in them being diapered. The other students you see on stage have all been placed in diapers for 3 or more hygiene violations. We have posted detailed descriptions of all hygiene offenses on the bulletin board near the nurses office. Be warned, from this day forward wet or soiled pants will result in being paddled on this stage!"
Erica's pity for these students grew as Jenny Blanc was bent over for her paddling. Seeing Jenny's mom suffer was no longer worth the embarassment these kids were having to endure. |
Erica cursed to herself as she looked at her watch. She had to go so bad, how could it only be 4:30? She seriously doubted that she would make it to 7pm without a complete soaking (she had long ago resigned herself the realization that her panties would be damp by the end of the day).
Erica felt a bit childish for taking such pleasure in Heather Blanc's upcoming shame. While she truly felt bad for the humiliation Jenny must be experiencing, Erica felt her mother's impending sanctions were well deserved. Heather had a history of believing that she and her family we're above the rules; for the second time in under a week Heather would be forced to take responsibility for her daughter's misbehavior. Erica knew Heather would only be given the standard sanction for having a child commit a hygiene violation at school, that didn't stop her from taking pleasure in knowing that Heather would have to endure the disgrace of publicly admitting any of her family's toileting mishaps. Any type of embarassment to Heather was a win in Erica's book.
Erica's thoughts about the upcoming hearing were quickly forced from her mind as a cramp between her legs reminded her of her own plight. She gave a little wiggle and she went back to scrubbing the urinal in the second floor boys room. As she moved to the next fixture the strong urine smell emitting from it caused her to pause; the smell reminded her of the odor from her panties as she had worn them on her face during her last punishment. Erica crinkled her nose and blushed a little as she was reminded of her own recent wetting. She squeezed her thighs together to help delay leaking into her underwear.
By 5:30 Erica had moved to the first floor women's room. She was spending more time doing the potty dance then actual cleaning. She bent over as she was struck by a particularly bad wave of desperation. As the urge subsided she became aware of a warm feeling in her crotch. A glance at the mirror confirmed she would not be able to attend Heather Blanc's hearing in person.
Erica realized the wet patch between her legs would soon envelop the entire lower half of her clothing. She made the decision that no grown woman should ever have to make. Erica felt dejected as she watched in the mirror as the stain and warmth rapidly extended down her legs. As she listened to the urine trickling onto the floor she slowly turned so she could see her backside in the mirror, shame washed over her as she inspected her soaked rear end.
The rational part of Erica's brain told her it made far more sense to wet her pants now, instead of agonizing for the next hour or so until it happened anyway. Emotionally Erica was a wreck, it just wasn't right for an adult to pee in her pants!
Erica stood in her puddle for an extra minute waiting for the urine to stop dripping from the bottom of her pants. She felt the cotton cooling after the urine stopped flowing out of her. As she stood over her puddle, Erica sent a text message to her sister Julie. As she waited for Julie's reply Erica wondered what her punishment would be this time.
After the final drops of urine joined the yellow pool at her feet, Erica grabbed the mop and went to work removing the evidence of her accident from the floor. Erica wished she were allowed to remove the cold damp evidence that was clinging to her legs.
She was grateful no one had been in the women's room to see her disgraceful act. As she moved the cleaning cart to the men's room she immediately had an audience. Two men were standing at the urinals as she entered the restroom. As they zipped up, both gave her a long look as they chuckled.
Erica found herself hoping the PTA Conduct Committee would be extra harsh with Heather Blanc; oh how she wanted Heather to experience the shame of wetting her pants as she cleaned a public restroom! Erica knew the PTA was not likely to give Heather anything more than 25 swats and 20 hours of Community Service changing diapers for Jenny's first hygiene violation. Erica wished Jenny wouldn't need to wet her pants a second time for Heather to get a week of cleaning restrooms. From what Grace had said about Jenny's difficulty making it through the first couple days of toilet restriction, Erica was pretty certain Heather would find herself cleaning this restroom soon enough.
As the PTA meeting drew closer the men's room got busier. Although Erica spent less time cleaning when the bathroom was occupied, it meant extra embarrassment as men kept looking at her. As an unmarried woman Erica was used to men commenting about her appearance; she usually didn't mind, she was a MILF and generally pretty proud of her body. Today she knew the smell of urine coming from her jeans was not helping her image with the single dads!
Finally at 7pm she pushed the cart back to the janitor's room. As she trudged out of the building she couldn't help but walk towards the auditorium where the PTA Conduct Committee was meeting. Erica poked her head through the open door and saw that the audience was focused on the proceedings. Erica paused for a moment, it appeared there were three other cases be handled before Heather Blanc's. To her dismay Erica couldn't stay long enough for Heather's hearing, she had to get home and face her own punishment from Julie. |
Grace nervously looked at her peers as they stood on the stage at the front of the crowded auditorium. Ten students each tried to shift their bodies so the bulge of their diapers wasn't so obvious. Grace and Jenny were each visibly fidgeting as they tried to keep their pants dry. Poor Maria sobbed as she stood before the entire student body with no way to hide the shameful wet streaks that started at her crotch and ran down each leg of her pants.
As the principal began Maria's corporal punishment, Grace forced herself to look away. As she scanned the room to avoid looking at the paddle striking the wet fabric that clung to Maria's bottom, Grace spied a woman standing at the back of the auditorium. After a moment Grace realized "standing" wasn't the corect word for what she was seeing. Grace stared closely and realized the woman was her mother, and her movements were definitely from Erica doing a full blown "potty dance"!
Maria's punishment ended after a couple of minutes and Grace watched her mother shuffle out the door with her thighs clamped together. Grace recognized her mom's severe need and knew that later in the evening she would be watching her Aunt Julie give another spanking to Erica.
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Erica returned to her cleaning duties, although her level of distraction was greater than ever. Aftrr witnessing another school assembly Erica decided she had to maintain bladder control until after the school day ended; it just wouldn't be fair to Maria if a student had to be publicly paddled and an adult who did the same thing faced no public consequences. Erica would have to use every strategy she could think of to keep her urine out of her leggings.
As she leaned over to begin scrubbing a toilet, Erica felt a pang in her bladder as her abdominal muscles pushed inward. She inhaled sharply, shifted her left thigh slightly forward then slammed it against her right thigh; once she had regained control, Erica slowly exhaled. The swishing water was agonizing as it stimulated her urethra for relief.
The worst of the pain subsided for a few moments while Erica wiped out the first stall, soon another wave of deperation took over her body. Erica dropped her scrub brush as she doubled over in need, her hands clasped her crotch in an effort to retain her yellow water. She was well aware that it was almost another passing time and the restroom would soon be filled with students, Erica forced herself to a standing position and slowly trudged toward her cleaning cart.
Erica positioned herself in the corner as the bell rang, within moments boys began to fill the room. Erica felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as a hot spurt escaped from between her legs. Erica was about to completely piss her pants in front of a dozen teenage boys!
"Holy crap!" exclaimed David, as he pointed to the corner. "She looks like she belongs in Mrs. Toole's class".
Erica saw Grace's ex-boyfriend, Lee, enter the restroom, she wanted to look away but instead she ended up locking eyes with him. The smirk on his face turned into a big shit eating grin as Erica lost the battle with her dignity. Lee broke eye contact to watch the yellow waterfalls cascading down each of Erica's thighs. Erica felt the hot urine saturate her buttocks, then it ran down the back of her leggings until her calves were soaked and the excess urine was pouring onto the floor. The slight physical relief Erica felt was immediately replaced with shame as she watched her daughters ex-boyfriend reach to his own pants and readjust the growing bulge that had formed behind his zipper. Pissing her pants may not detract from her status as a MILF, but she was still humiliated!
Erica fought back tears for the next few minutes as boys went in and out. The snide remarks and teases were nothing Erica hadn't heard before, but they were a cruel reminder that she had violated one of the rules of civilized society.
When the boys returned to class, Erica resumed cleaning. Her first task was to mop up the puddle she had created.
Erica became worried when the school secretary entered the second floor boys room carrying an envelope bearing a notice for Erica to appear before the PTA conduct committee that evening. Erica's first thought was of her daughter, had Grace committed her third violation of the hygiene policy? Was there about to be another school assembly with Grace as the unfortunate student at the center of attention?
She ripped open the envelope and read the notice.
Ms Erica Campbell,
You are required to report to the PTA Conduct Committee for this evening's Maternal Responsibility Act hearing. There will be a special review to discuss the standard sanctions that are being used to address mother's who are found responsible for their child's violations of the school hygiene policy, particularly as it relates to repeat offenders. The hearing begins promptly at 7:00 p.m. your attendance is mandatory.
She was relieved that Grace had not wet her pants again, however Erica wondered what the review hearing would consist of. |
She glanced at the clock, 6:56. Four minutes before the hearing started....four agonizing minutes of knowing her wet leggings were on display to the moms and dads who came to tonight's PTA meeting. Four minutes before the students who had to testify against their mothers would be escorted in from detention; only four minutes until her shame would be shared with Maria Vargas.
Promptly at 7pm, a boy and three girls were led in from the detention room. Erica recognized two of the girls; the younger girl and her mother had appeared before the Conduct Committee for a minor offense the same day as Erica's first hearing. There was no mistaking the second girl, her wet pants left no doubt as to her identity.
The chair woman of the Conduct Committee called the meeting to order and read the docket:
Amy Ball, age 37, daughter Molly violated Section C, Tardy, first offense.
Marie Lind, age 39, son Cole violated Section C, Tardy, second offense.
Laura Johnson, age 36, daughter Jessica violated Section F: Overdue library book, second offense.
Bethany Vargas, age 45, daughter Maria violated Section H: Hygiene policy-urinated in her pants, second offense.
Erica Campbell, age 42, Review Hearing for determining standard sanctions for violations of Section H: Hygiene policy.
The Conduct Committee began with the lesser offenses. Amy Ball considered herself fortunate to receive only one hour of community service, with no corporal punishment. Marie Lind was sanctioned with six swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour of community service. Laura Johnson was sanctioned with six swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours of community service.
The committee called the Vargas' forward. Bethany watched her daughter waddle to the middle of the room trying to keep the wet cotton from touching her thighs as she walked. After a description of Maria's second school accident was read into the record, it was time for Bethany to respond. "We've been disciplining Maria at home since the accident at school a few days ago. We considered that it was not her first time urinating in her pants and that she had also defecated in them. That night we spanked her with a belt in front of her siblings. We also made her scrub her messy pants and panties while her siblings watched. Our family understands why the school has placed her on restriction from using the toilet; at home we are limiting her to one toilet usage in the morning and one additional toilet usage in the evening after she returns home from detention. Before she is allowed to use the toilet she is inspected in front of her siblings to make sure she hasn't had an accident. When Maria is allowed to use the toilet, she is required to have her siblings witnessing her using it properly. Maria hasn't wet the bed, however during her evening inspections she has shown significant evidence of bladder leakage; when I place my hand in her crotch her jeans have had a damp spot, and when we pull her pants down, her panties are completely wet and are stained yellow. The penalty for failing her evening inspections has been a belt spanking in front of her siblings."
"My husband decided that since I was found partially responsible under the Maternal Responsibility Act, I deserved some penalties at home" continued Bethany. "I have had my toilet access restricted, fortunately not quite as strict as Maria's; I am allowed to us the toilet three time per day. Since her hygiene offense a few days ago involved loss of bowel control, I am only allowed to poop during one of my three toilet trips."
The Committee Chair asked "What will likely be happening to Maria, and you, after today's offense?"
Bethany sighed, "We are running out of punishments for Maria. We will obviously lengthen the punishments she is currently receiving. My husband and I decided that any future wetting or soiling of her pants would result in her spankings, inspections, and clean up being performed on the front lawn instead of inside the house; the neighborhood will have the opportunity to witness her discipline.
"As for me, my husband already told me that if I was found responsible for an additional hygiene violation, by any of our children, that my toilet access would be restricted to two times per day. I haven't failed an inspection yet; unfortunately with the inevitable decrease in toilet access that I will be experiencing due to Maria's most recent wetting, I anticipate some damp underwear of my own. I suspect my husband will punish me in front of our friends or neighbors when I fail an inspection."
"When you appeared before this committee a few days ago, we talked about the importance of consequences being standard. Is there any reason you should not receive the standard sanction for a mother whose offspring has violated the hygiene policy for a second time?" inquired the chair.
"No ma'am" answered Bethany.
After a brief consultation with the other committee members the chair turned back to Bethany. "The committee has agreed that the standard sanction for a second offense should apply. You are required to receive 50 swats of corporal punishment administered at a Saturday morning session, in addition you shall perform 40 hours of community service to the school; this will be primarily cleaning restrooms or any other service tasks that relates to student hygiene. As a committee we discussed the timing of your corporal punishment; both of Maria's violations have occurred in the same week, we don't believe your buttocks can safely receive both sanctions on the same day. We have decided that on Saturday morning you will only receive the corporal punishment resulting from Maria's first offense a few days ago; the corporal punishment from today's offense will be administered at the following Saturday sanction session."
Erica had expected her review hearing to occur before Bethany Vargas' hearing. Erica had hoped her testimony would allow Bethany to receive a lesser sanction, clearly the committee had no intention of decreasing sanctions for anyone! Erica stepped gingerly as she was called forward; as much as she was getting used to her wet pants as she stood still, she could never be okay with the cold damp fabric clinging to her thighs as she walked.
The committee chair pointed at Erica's legs. "I see the restriction on toilet usage while performing community service has been challenging for you. The committee received reports that you have urinated on yourself several times this week, clearly those reports have been accurate. We feel an explanation is in order."
"There's really not much to explain. I just can't make it that long. The first two times I was able to make it until nearly the end of the day, but I just couldn't! At some point in the evening it would start to trickle out and eventually I completely lost control. I try so hard to ignore the urge; I squeeze my legs together, I bounce up and down, I end up doing a full blown potty dance! It's no use, I always end up feeling that hot splash of pee going into my underwear. I always think a small leak might keep me away from a full accident, but ususlly after a few leaks I feel it completely running down both my legs, it is so humiliating! There was one day that I had several leaks but I was able to make it home without completely soaking my pants, I considered that a pretty good day.
"Today was a little different, I don't know why but the urge to relieve myself came much earlier than normal. It was early afternoon when I felt my first bladder spasm. I was in the building when Maria was punished, I was standing in the back watching as she was paddled; I kept feeling like it should have been me on that stage. I felt frustrated that Maria was being paddled for the same offense that I was had already committed twice this week and was merely minutes away from committing for a third time.
"Knowing the only public punishment I would receive would be the embarrassment of wearing my wet leggings seems unfair compared to the public paddlings administered at school. I'll be punished at home tonight by my sister for wetting myself, similar to the consequence that awaits Maria when she gets home. The difference between us is that she was paddled in front of hundreds of her peers, I won't be. I just feel it is unfair."
The chair looked curiously at Erica, "Do you mean to tell us, that you want to be publicly spanked for each of the times you wet yourself this week?"
"Oh no, of course not!" exclaimed Erica. "What I really want it's for the school to stop paddling the wet students."
"The PTA has no control over the discipline policies implemented for students, the only control we have is through the Maternal Responsibility Act." The chair looked Erica in the eye, then back down to her saturated leggings. "As a committee we have discussed whether or not we should be taking action against mothers who are unable to control themselves during sanctions. The committee came to the same conclusion that it was not fair for students to be punished, when a mother committing the same offense is not."
"As the mother who has wet herself the most, we wanted your input" continued the chair. "We thank you for appearing here today, your testimony confirms the necessity of our plan."
As Erica tiptoed back to her place on the side of the room she heard the committee chair conduct the last business of the day.
"All those in favor of passing Local Amendment 26: Banning disgraceful and/or unhygienic behaviors while under sanction, and the approprate penalties, say aye ... Amedment passes unanimously!"
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Erica arrived at the school on Friday, her final day of community service to the school. As she picked up her cleaning cart, Erica found an envelope containing the official notice.
To all mothers currently under sanction: Local Amendment 26 of the Maternal Responsibility Act was passed last night and takes effect immediately. Local Amendment 26 bans disgraceful and/or unhygienic behaviors by all mothers who are under sanction by an action of the PTA Conduct Committee. Any mother who is alleged to be in violation of this amendment will be required to appear at a hearing before the Conduct Committee. The Conduct Committee will have full authority to impose appropriate penalties and consequences for violations of the amendment. We encourage each of you to serve your sanctions in the dignified manner we know you are capable of.
She sighed deeply as she set down the notice. Erica wasn't surprised the amendment was being enacted so soon; she was pretty sure the chair of the Conduct Committee was hoping Erica would have another accident on her last day of sanctions, just so an example could be made of her again.
"So how bad was it when you got home?" asked the nurse as Erica came in with her cleaning cart.
"My butt hurts again today, Julie sure whallops hard! ... and it was just as humiliating as the other times. I hate that my sister has my friends come as witnesses. I really hope she doesn't have to spank me again tonight."
The nurse gave Erica a condescending look, "What do you think the PTA will do to you when you wet yourself today?"
"Why do you say 'when', not 'if'?" replied Erica.
"In the past 4 days you have been completely soaked from your crotch all the way down to your feet on 3 separate days. On the only day you weren't saturated, you still leaked into your underwear pretty badly. No one believes you will be dry when you leave today. I've been the school nurse for a decade, I've seen a lot of students get their toilet access restricted; you seem to struggle even worse than most of them. Even Jenny Blanc has wet her pants fewer times than you!"
"You're right", relented Erica. "I've wet my pants so many times that I'd be in diapers if I were a student. In fact I think I'd rather be in diapers today. These jeans are going to be wet by the end of the day, I'm just hoping to get by with a couple of leaks and not a full soaking. Do you think it will matter to the PTA if only my upper thighs are damp instead of me being entirely soaked?"
The nurse shook her head, "I suspect the Conduct Committee would penalize you for even a small dribble the size of a dime."
"Yeah, I know" admitted Erica. "I wish I knew the penalty the Committee is planning. I know it'll be embarassing, I just hope it isn't more spanking. Julie sure has bruised my bottom this week, and she'll probably have to smack it again tonight! I really hope my ass gets a break from the PTA."
The nurse looked at Erica, "If this is about treating wet mothers similar to wet students, I would expect to feel a paddle on your wet bottom at the end of today's hearing.....unless of course you pull off a miracle and control yourself all day!"
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Grace was sitting at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria when Jenny Blanc sat down next to her. "My god, Grace, how do you keep your composure!"
"The day is only half over" answered Grace. "My bladder doesn't normally feel full, until after lunch. I'll be struggling in an hour or so."
Jenny took a deep breath. "The difference between you and I, is that you might be struggling an hour from now, I'll probably be wet." She shifted in her seat before continuing. "Getting hauled up on that stage for another paddling is going to be horrible." Jenny squirmed in her chair and pushed her hand between her legs, "Ooooh, that was close; I nearly had a leak."
"You do look like you have to go" commented Grace. "Is your bladder typically full this early in the day?"
Jenny crossed her right leg over her left. "It isn't usually this bad, the only day it was worse than this, is the day I pissed my pants." Her face scrunched up while she inhaled sharply, her left leg began to tremble. "It's going to happen again, I know it! I hate that I'm not allowed to go to the bathroom!"
Grace recognized the pain on her friend's face. "I'm sorry, Jenny. What can I do to help?"
"There's nothing either of us can do" said Jenny. "When my bladder can't take it anymore it will just come pouring out. It can't be helped. I'll survive, it is just going to suck!"
Grace picked at her lunch as she watched her friend fidget and squirm. When Jenny finished her lunch and walked away Grace could tell there was no hope of Jenny keeping her pants dry until the end of the day. As her friend hobbled away, Grace couldn't help but think Jenny's walk was more like the waddle of a penguin.
Grace smiled as she thought to herself, 'Mom is sure going to be happy when she sees Heather Blanc appearing at that PTA Conduct Committee this evening!' |
Erica shuddered as she walked into the boys restroom closest to the cafeteria, it had seen a lot of use over the lunch period! It was filthy, it was going to be a full two hour job before being able to move on to the girls room. As Erica began to scrub the toilets she found herself thankful for the dirty restroom; each boy who used a urinal had kept his pants dry, each brown streak in a toilet bowl represented a young man who had spared himself the shame of soiling his pants. As Erica wiped a toilet seat she wondered how many mothers had considered the possibility their teen age child might have an accident at school, she certainly hadn't thought it was even a remote possibility for Grace. Erica hoped the public shaming that she, Heather Blanc, and Bethany Vargas had been enduring, was prompting other moms to have an awkward conversation about bathroom use with their teens.
Erica had only been cleaning for half an hour when the head custodian entered. "We need you to bring your mop bucket, evidently there is a need for someone to deal with a puddle of urine in a classroom."
There was a moment of panic while Erica thought of the consequences of Grace having a third accident. As she forced herself to slow her breathing Erica reminded herself it might not be her daughter; Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas also had daughters under toilet restriction. Of course there could be some other unfortunate boy or girl about to be punished for violating the hygiene policy (and another mother about to suffer under the Maternal Responsibility Act). Her head hurt thinking about the possibilites, all of them bad. Erica grabbed her mop and reluctantly followed the custodian.
When Erica entered Miss Sutton's classroom she felt a moment of relief when she realized that Grace was not the offending student. Relief was rapidly replaced by elation as Erica realized Heather Blanc would be appearing at today's hearing before the PTA Conduct Commitee. After a few seconds, elation was replaced with guilt, Erica knew Jenny Blanc's humiliation was nothing to be happy about. Guilt was replaced with confusion as Erica looked around; she expected a puddle to mop up, instead she saw a dry floor, the chairs were all dry, even Jenny's leggings were dry.
Jenny stood cross legged next to Miss Sutton's desk. She was mostly bent over and clearly using her hands to physically hold her urine in. Her lips trembled, her breathing was just short gasps, and her left foot was tapping non-stop. Jenny Blanc was clearly about to saturate her leggings.
"When she moves from this position she's going to pee in her pants. I thought it made more sense to have someone here to clean it up right away" explained Miss Sutton. "After the last few hygiene incidents there has been some talk in the Teachers Lounge about the trail of pee that kept dripping from the girl's pants as she walked out of the room; if that is going to happen today it is probably best if you just follow her to the nurse's office and mop it up as you go."
Miss Sutton addressed Jenny, "It is time to move. Having you stand here is distracting the class. Get it over with and then go to the nurse."
"Noooo!" Jenny begged, "Please don't make me! I don't want to pee my pants! Don't make me do it, please don't make me wet my pants! I don't want to be on stage at another school assembly! Please Miss Sutton, don't make me pee my pants!"
"It is not my fault that you are in this position" replied Miss Sutton. "It is your own fault that you have been disciplined with toilet restriction. It's very obvious you are about to urinate in your pants, we both know I will have no choice but to write you up for a hygiene violation; don't make me add a write-up for disturbing the class as well."
A single tear rolled down Jenny's left cheek. The classroom was completely silent as Jenny tried to stand upright. The moment Jenny pulled her hands from between her legs, a dark spot was visible on the fabric that she had been clutching. A low moan escaped from Jenny's lips as the dark spot rapidly expanded. Long streaks shot down the inside of each of her thighs and then disappeared behind her bent kneecaps. Within a few seconds the fabric could hold no more, urine began to pour directly out of her crotch and splattered the tile. For over a minute the class watched as Jenny's liquid waste puddled around her feet, slowly the flow turned to a trickle and the puddle stopped growing.
As Jenny stood trembling at the front of the classroom trying not to cry, Erica looked around the classroom. Many of the girls we're smirking and smiling at Jenny's humiliation, smug in believing they would never find themselves in a similar position; Erica wondered if Jenny regretted having that same smug feeling when Grace wet her pants. Reaction from the boys was a little more complex. About half the boys had the same grins as the girls, a few of the boys had looks of disgust, and the last batch had a lustful look in their eyes and a squirm in their seats that made it obvious they were trying to accommodate a physical arousal in their underwear.
Erica stepped forward with her mop and soaked up the yellow puddle as Miss Sutton handed Jenny the discipline referral form, "I don't need to tell you where to take this; it's not your first offense, I'm sure you remember from the last time." A few students giggled as Jenny left the room, droplets of urine falling to the floor with each few steps; Miss Sutton had been wise to summon Erica and her mop. As Erica swabbed up the golden trail, she once again noticed the same few boys adjusting themselves as they stared at Jenny's soaked rear end as she trudged out the door.
Erica wipe the last drop of urine from the floor of the hallway as Jenny stepped into the nurse's office. "I was hoping not to see you two times in the same week" the nurse sighed. "I guess this was to be expected."
"It only happened because I'm on restriction" explained Jenny. "I've never peed my pants until after I was put on toilet restriction. I didn't want to pee my pants, I just couldn't hold it. If I were allowed to use the restroom this never would have happened. Please don't send me to the principal, I don't want to be punished again!"
"You know from last time that being on toilet restriction does not exempt you from the hygiene policy. I've already verified that there is no doctor note on file so I am obligated to send you to the principal." The nurse picked up a small measuring tape and placed it around Jenny's waist, "While you are here I may as well measure you to make sure I have the right size diapers for you."
"But it's only my second accident!" protested Jenny. "I'm not supposed to get diapered unless I have a third."
She moved the tape measure to Jenny's wet left thigh and measured the circumference. "Just as I suspected, you will be a woman's size small. I know you won't be diapered for this offense, but you've already been here twice this week with wet pants, I feel like I should be ready on Monday...just in case. Now, lets get you to the principal."
An occasional drip still fell from Jenny's pants, so Erica was directed to follow with the mop. The young woman openly wept as she stepped bow-legged so her wet legs wouldn't rub against each other. Erica was curious if the boys in Miss Sutton's class would still find Jenny arousing now that she was crying.
The dripping from Jenny's pants finally stopped as she was sent into the principal's office, so Erica was sent back to continue cleaning the boy's restroom. As Erica went back to scrubbing she felt a familiar pressure low in her abdomen, within a few hours she anticipated being in a position similar to Jenny Blanc. |
Erica continued to feel pressure behind the waistband of her jeans as she finished cleaning the boys restroom. She slowly pushed the cart to the girls room next door and began to survey task ahead of her; it appeared the girls had made as big a mess as the boys during lunch time. Erica was again grateful; every dirty toilet represented a girl who was not going to be forced to endure the humiliation that accompanied an accident at school.
Erica grabbed her cart and mop and moved herself to the corner when she heard the bell ring. Within seconds the first batch of girls was rushing in to do their business before the next class started. As usual Erica could hear the juicy gossip as the girls talked amongst themselves.
"I bet she won't get a date for the dance next week, no self-respecting boy will ask out a girl who still pees her pants!"... "I can't believe she wet herself twice this week, even Grace made it a week in between."... "I sat with her sister at lunch. Her mom told her after the first time, that if it happened again the punishment at home would be posted live on social media. Sounds like we're going to get to watch her get punished at the assembly and then we can watch online tonight as her mom punishes her again. Do you guys want to come over to watch? We'll make a party out of it!"... "As bad as it is to wet herself, at least she didn't poop her pants like Maria!"... "I still can't believe that there are 13 of them that get called up on that stage every time... Can you believe that Jane has been in a diaper for 4 years and we're just finding out about it now!...And Toby, I'll never look at him the same. I can't believe I mistook a diaper for a cute butt!"
As the girls left to go to class, Erica recalled the physical arousal she had noticed when the boys had watched Jenny wet herself less than an hour ago (and the obvious stimulation Lee had exhibited yesterday as Erica had sent golden waterfalls down her own legs). Erica bet those girls would have been utterly shocked to find out that Jenny will probably have several secret admirers in the audience at the upcoming assembly.
After 20 minutes of cleaning, the nurse arrived to escort Erica to the auditorium so she could witness the public shaming of the young woman who's bladder control was as limited as Erica's.
"It seems so cruel" Erica said to the nurse. "I grasp the concept of making an example out of someone, but dragging 13 students up onto the stage just so one of them can be given a paddling in front of the whole school seems quite excessive."
"Excessive" replied the nurse, "is having 13 students who have no medical excuse for being unable to make it to the toilet in time. I am beginning to think if public shaming had been allowed years ago, we could have limited this problem.
"If Jane Diamond had been made an example of 4 years ago, I would wager a guess that Toby, Shelley, Kimberly, Grace, and Maria would have all remembered her punishment. If Grace had know that wetting would be harshly punished, she likely would not have put herself in the position of urinating in her pants, which caused you to urinate in yours during your sanction. If the Blancs had not witnessed your sanction, then Jenny would probably have not been told to just walk out of the classroom, Jenny would not have been put on toilet restriction and would not have wet her pants (because she would have known from watching Jane 4 years ago that she needed to plan her trips to the restroom). If Jane would have been publicly punished that is six other students who would not have violated the hygiene policy.
"One good public shaming of a wet freshman at the beginning of every school year would probably reduce pants wetting by close to 75%. This year has certainly had more accidents than normal, but with the introduction of the Maternal Responsibility Act we no longer have to worry about punishments being private. 5 years from now, I'm sure the data will reflect a significant drop."
"Do you really keep data on all of that?" asked Erica.
The nurse replied "Oh yes, we track all of this. In a typical year I see 6 or so girls with hygiene violations; usually four are wet and two have had bowel movements in their pants. I usually only see a few boys with hygiene violations every year; usually only one is wet the other two have had bowel movements in their pants. I find it interesting that the number of girls who wet themselves is nearly four times that of the boys, but the number that poop in their pants is nearly the same. I also track when a student has an accident that is considered a medical issue and not a disciplinary matter. Roughly 2/3 of the students who defecate in their pants get a medical excuse and it is a 50/50 split between boys and girls. Medical excuses are pretty rare for a student who has urinated in their pants. I have never had a boy with a legitimate medical excuse for wetting himself, I have only had two girls ever be excused for wetting their pants.
The nurse continued "This year is quite unusual, I have never had three seniors with wet pants in the same year, in fact a senior with wet pants has only happened one other time (and it was a boy); typically I only get a senior once every other year for a pooping accident. Freshman are obviously the most common grade level for any type of hygiene offense, this year has been an anomaly there as well. The only freshman to have a hygiene violation is Timothy, who is standing up on that stage in a diaper because he pooped his. I am a little surprised that I haven't had any freshman girls with wet pants, I guess the seniors are making up for it this year.
"In case you were wondering," the nurse went on, "I also track time of day for incidents that result in discipline: Pants wetting typically occurs in the period immediately before lunch hour or the last period of the day. Many students feel like there's not enough time between classes so they try to hold it until lunch time or the end of the day when they have a few extra minutes inevitably a few students learn the hard way that they should have gone before class. The boys who poop their pants almost always have it happened right before lunch or right before the end of the day, it is the same issue of not having enough time between classes. The girls who poop their pants almost always do it in the period immediately after lunch, they all tell me they felt the urge during lunch period but we're too busy talking with their friends. The students who have medically excused defecation accidents are mostly mid-morning; they come to school with a little upset stomach stomach and end up having diarrhea in their pants before they get too far into the day. The medically excused bladder accidents are so few that I haven't been able to find a pattern."
Erica sighed, "I really do understand how public punishment is beneficial in reducing offenses, it's one of the big reasons I voted for the Maternal Responsibility Act! I really only expected it to be used on mother's; I didn't expect to see high school students being publicly paddled.
Erica looked at the nurse, "I mean, couldn't the school come up with something a little less brutal? If an example needs to be made out of a student, couldn't they be changed out of their wet pants and put into some bright orange sweatpants and then sent back to class? They would still have the shame of everyone knowing they had an accident, but it seems a little less cruel."
"It might have been better than nothing, but I don't think the consequence is severe enough for the lesson to be remembered several years later." The nurse went on, "If Maria had been put in orange pants a few days ago a few people would know she hadn't made it to the toilet and they would have teased her a little, the lower classmen that are not in any of Maria's classes would probably only hear of the incident in passing and forget about it within a couple of days. Because Maria was paddled in her wet pants at an assembly, every single student will remember importance of controlling themselves, for years to come. Public corporal punishment in front of the most witnesses possible, seems to be the best deterrent for other potential offenders."
The conversation between Erica and the nurse ended as they entered the back of the auditorium, the mild pressure in her bladder was momentarily pushed from her mind and she looked toward the stage. Just like she had seen with the prior incidents, Erica could see a young woman with dark streaked pants who was obviously utterly humiliated as she was displayed in front of 2,000 of her peers. The principal explained to the entire student body that Jenny Blanc had urinated in her pants for the second time that week. The principal used phrases like "disgraceful behavior", "unhygienic", and "undignified" as he narrated the incident that had led to Jenny's most recent shame. Just as it happened in the other two assemblies, the principal called the 12 other hygiene offenders up to the stage; as he did so the, principal repeated each of their acts of incontinence for the other students to hear.
The principal turned from the audience to Jenny and addressed her individually, "Jenny Blanc, as a repeat offender your punishment must be increased from the 10 swats of the paddle you received after your first offense. In an effort to teach you a lesson, as well as make an example of you, you shall receive 20 swats of the paddle. The swats shall be immediately administered in front of your peers upon the wet pants that cover your buttocks." The Principal grabbed Jenny by the shoulders and spun her until her butt was facing the other students. It had been less than an hour since Jenny had emptied her bladder into her leggings, the dark stains were still clearly visible on the butt and down the back of her leggings.
Whack... whack... whack...whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack!
"I feel it is important to remind you, as well as Grace Campbell and Maria Vargas, that each of you are only one hygiene violation away from being placed in diapers at school. I am sure Jane, Toby, Shelley, Kimberly, Amy, Hillary, Kara, Madison, Addison, and Timothy would all tell you that being in diapers is not a pleasant experience."
As the principal dismissed the assembly and sent the students back to the classroom, Erica was led back the girl room to finish her cleaning, her thighs pressed closely together as she walked.
As Erica scrubbed she replayed in her mind the conversation she had with the nurse about the significance of public punishment as a deterrent for other offenders. Erica knew that Grace, Maria, and Jenny would likely all become three-time offenders due to their status of being on toilet restriction. Erica also knew the nurse was right, there would be a sharp decline in school wetting now that an example had been made of these three young women. Erica only hoped that the mothers of her community would pay attention to the example being made of Bethany Vargas, Heather Blanc, and herself. As Erica squeezed her legs together and started to do a potty dance she hoped dozens of other women were sitting down with sons or daughters and explaining to them the importance of self-control; it might make her public shame more tolerable if she thought of the future accidents she might be preventing others from having. |
When the assembly ended, Grace slowly made her way back to class. She winced a little as she sat at her desk; the sitting position put extra pressure on her rapidly filling bladder. While not yet desperate, Grace was certainly experiencing a state of discomfort. Before being placed on toilet restriction, Grace used to love Geography class, now by the time she gets to Geography each day, she is too occupied with her bladder to pay attention to her favorite subject.
Grace shifted her weight from her left butt cheek to her right. A few minutes later her weight shifted back to the left. As the teacher pointed to a map on the wall, Grace found her eyes closing as a shudder went through her body in response to a wave of pain coming from her bladder.
Soon Grace found her legs pressed together. Her right foot bounced continuously. With 10 minutes remaining in the class period she was no longer able to take notes; her hand was pressed firmly in her crotch.
When the bell signaled the end of class, Grace reluctantly rose from her seat. She wanted to run to the closest girl's restroom, instead she trudged to the detention room. Grace took a seat as Jenny waddled in and took her place in the front corner, her damp leggings showing her lack of self control. Grace couldn't take her eyes off of Jenny's shame, silently hoping her jeans wouldn't show a silimar stain by the end of detention.
The room was mostly silent, the three boys in detention could hear the tapping of Grace's foot; Grace was so fidgety her foot tapped 3 time for each tick of the clock. Her chair creaked as Grace squirmed. A audible gasp escaped her mouth as her thighs rubbed together.
It didn't take long before the detention monitor was glaring at Grace. "A little quieter Miss Campbell, you are being disruptive again. If you can't sit there quietly, you will have to stand up front again."
Grace tensed up as her bladder twinged. She had no choice but to cross her legs, predictably, the chair squeeked.
"Up front, Grace" demanded the detention monitor. "If you can't be subtle there is no reason not to put you on display."
Grace had been in this position before, today was just as humiliating! She recognized the gleam in the eyes of the boys who were staring at her. Grace saw the boys' eyes go to her thighs as she twisted. Grace straightened out and closed her eyes, when she re-opened them the boys were all still looking at her; Grace knew each one was staring at her chest. She twisted again as another wave of pressure came over her. She felt a burning sensation between her legs as a jet of urine escaped, a quick glance re-assured her that nothing showed. Grace wanted to shove her hands between her legs again, but Grace knew pushing her jeans against her now wet underwear might cause the stain to show. Without the use of her hands, Grace was limited to the squeezing and squirming of her legs.
As Grace did the potty dance at the front of the detention room she stared at her feet; eventually she glanced at the three boys who had been watching her, all three were giving her their undivided attention. Even after 2 weeks of toilet restriction, Grace found the attention to be utterly humiliating; her face turned crimson and a few tears leaked from her eyes. She hated knowing that these boys were about to watch her piss in her pants.
When she looked at the clock Grace was amazed to see that she only had 10 minutes left of detention. A glance toward Jenny and her wet leggings gave Grace a new resolve to keep her own pants dry. As a new throb engulfed her bladder, Grace stood with her legs clamped tight together. As she squirmed her right leg began to raise until she found herself standing on just her left leg, she knew her pose resembled an undignified plastic pink flamingo.
With only 3 minutes left in her detention session, Grace felt another hotspurt leave her body and enter her panties. She tried to be subtle as she looked down at her pants to verify that she hadn't made a wet spot on the denim. Grace recognized the look that Jenny gave her; Jenny knew that Grace had started to lose control. For a brief moment, Grace panicked that Jenny would say something and alert the detention monitor. A reassuring nod from Jenny allowed Grace to know that her wet underwear was still a secret.
Grace use all her willpower, and lots of squirming, to maintain what little control she had left. When the detention monitor released her after the hour of detention, Grace shuffled to the door. She was elated to see Tony in the hall waiting for her. "You've got to get me out of here, I'm about to pee my pants!"
Tony assured her they would leave immediately. To Grace's dismay the detention room was on the second floor of the school. "Tony, I don't know if I can make it down the stairs without leaking." She was required to use her left hand pressed against her crotch while her right hand had gripped the handrail. Grace kept her legs tightly squeezed together as she sidestepped down the stairs. Miraculously, Grace got to the bottom without any additional loss of control.
Tony opened the door of his car so Grace could get in. "I'll get you to the gas station. Just hold on for a few more minutes and it will be okay."
Tony pulled out of the parking lot and on to the nearest street. Grace knew she was completely incapable of making it to the gas station. She was about to saturate the passenger seat of Tony's car. "Pull over right now! I can't make it anymore. Pull over before I ruin your car seat!"
Tony looked at Grace scrunched up in his passenger seat, he knew she was speaking the truth when she said she wouldn't make it to the gas station. As he pulled over to the side of the road Grace was already jumping out of the car before he came to a complete stop.
In less than 2 seconds Tony saw the dark spot appear between Grace's legs. Urine rapidly flowed down her thighs and started to splash onto the sidewalk. He recognized the embarrassment on Grace's face as the reason she turned away from him. Her butt was wet with dark stains running down the back of each leg. When pee finally stopped cascading down her legs, Grace turned to face Tony "Thank God you got me out of that school before this happened! You saved me from another punishment at school, you are my hero!"
Tony pulled an old towel out of the trunk and set it on the seat for Grace. "I'll get you home so you can clean up."
"Oh, I can't clean up" answered Grace. "Part of the punishment from my mom is staying in my wet pants until they get pulled off during my spanking."
"You're not just going to hide it?" asked Tony.
Grace shook her head, "I can't do that to my mom. She has been so fair in taking punishments every day because of my accidents at school. I could never disrespect her by hiding my wet pants to get out of a punishment. The one I get tonight is going to be utterly humiliating, pretty sure it's going to happen in front of my cousins, but I'll gladly take it. My mom has suffered even worse than I have."
"I'm just so relieved it didn't happen at school" continued Grace. "If it had happened at school, not only would I have been punished by the principal, but my mom would have gotten even more sanctions under the Maternal Responsibility Act. I'm just so grateful I made it off of school grounds before soaking myself."
Tony wasn't quite sure what to say as he began to drive Grace home. He kept looking over at her, even though she was squirming with the discomfort of her cold wet denim sticking to her body, her face had a look of contentment. She didn't even show any concern as she texted her mom to report her accident.
Grace glanced over at Tony several times on the ride home. He too was squirming but for a different reason; Grace thought it was cute that he was trying to hide the erection that had developed. "It's okay" she finally told him. "I know that some boys find it appealing to watch us as we struggle with our bathroom control. You have shown me nothing but kindness, and you don't look at me with a creepy lustful grin hoping it happens. You have been genuinely bothered when I didn't make it in time, and you were truly happy for me when you have gotten me to a gas station restroom before I lost control. You have treated me with respect. In fact I'm a little flattered that I can still cause some arousal, even in wet pants."
As they pulled into the driveway Grace turned to Tony. "My mom won't be home until the PTA hearing gets it done in a few hours, you are welcome to stay." Grace gave him a sly look, "I'd like it if you came in for a while, I think you'd like it too!" With a wink she took Tony by the hand. "Let me give you the tour, we'll start with my bedroom." |
Erica felt like she was moments away from pissing herself, the sharp pressure behind her urethral opening was excruciating! She was so focused on her desire to sit on the toilet she was scrubbing, that she was oblivious to anything else. Her thighs, buttocks, and abdomen were tensed as Erica fought through a wave of urgency.
BUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!
Erica gave a yelp and jumped. She quickly turned around, searching for whomever had just struck her right butt cheek with a cattle prod ... but there was no one there. After a few seconds Erica realized that in her dire need she had grossly over reacted; what she had felt was merely her cell phone vibrating in her back pocket!
Her next realization was unpleasant. Erica's jeans now had a wet spot between the thighs. The surprise of the vibrating cell phone had caused her to momentarily lose control. Erica hated that she had just wet herself a little (she was also relieved that she had only leaked instead of a complete soaking).
She finally looked at her phone to see what message was so important. Erica let out an audible sigh as she read the text from Grace: I didn't make it all day. Thankfully it didn't happen until I got out of the building so there's no violation.
Erica replied back: Oh honey, I'm sorry it happened again. How bad was it?
It was a pretty big accident. The only one to see it was Tony. He was really nice about it....again. He's going to hang out here til you get home.
I'm glad he was nice to you. Just because Tony is there doesn't mean anything changes!
I know, mom...I'm still wearing them. I'll leave them on until you spank me. I even remember my cousins have to come watch.
Erica went back to cleaning. As she knelt down in front of the toilet she could feel the dampness from her leak. She hoped the wet spot would dry before the nightly PTA Conduct Committee meeting; Erica was pretty sure this would count as a violation of Local Amendment 26.
As the next hour went on the wet spot became less visible, but her jeans still felt damp. The notice from the PTA was vague, it didn't specify how a mother would be inspected at the end of a day; Erica sure hoped it would be a cursory visual inspection of her pants. Erica gave a brief shiver as she thought of the consequences she might face if a PTA member conducted a thorough examination; there would be no hiding the yellow stains in her white panties.
The leak Erica had experienced temporarily eased the pressure, now with an hour left in her day, the pressure was rapidly returning. Erica was trying to stand with her legs apart to allow the damp cotton to dry, but she was overwhelmed by the urge to pee; Erica found herself pressing her thighs together and twisting her hips. Her damp thighs clamped together seeemed to abate the need to pee.
As the last hour ticked by, Erica's cleaning duties dragged on. The constant sloshing of water was an ongoing torture as Erica fought to keep her urine from cascading down her legs. The frequent squirms that interrupted her mopping were successful at keeping more leaks from escaping Erica's bladder.
Erica put the cleaning cart away as a member of the PTA came to escort her to the Conduct Committee meeting. When they entered the room Erica smirked as she saw Heather Blanc standing on the right side of the stage, Heather was glaring at her daughter. On the left side of the stage Jenny Blanc was staring at the floor, doing her best to avoid eye contact with her mom.
The committee chair open the meeting with the reading of the docket.
Monica Hoyt -37- son, Paul, freshman - Section D, 1st offense - dress code violation (inappropriate shirt).
Lynn Hassen -36- son, Dale, sophmore- Section L, 1st offense- swearing in school.
Emily Green- 39- son, Will, sophmore - Section L, 2nd offense- swearing in school.
Heather Blanc- 44- daughter,Jenny, senior- Section H, 2nd offense - urinated in her pants.
Erica Campbell-42- local Amendment 26 inspection.
The Conduct Committee moved with efficiency. Lynn Hassen was sanctioned with 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school. Emily Green was sanctioned 12 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours of service to school. Monica Hoyt was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service to the school.
Erica's full bladder required near constant attention. She was squeezing her thighs together when the Blancs were called forward. Erica perked up as the Blancs made their way to the middle of the stage. Jenny trudged forward clearly unhappy about having to walk with her wet pants sticking to her legs. Heather stepped quickly forward, her facial expression showing annoyance at being called before the committee.
Heather looked exasperated as her daughter's offense was read into the official record. The committee chair turned to Heather "We would like to know how your daughter's previous offense was handled in your household?"
"That night when we got home I spanked her butt" Heather replied. "After a long spanking, Jenny's wet panties were tacked to her bedroom door; she spent the next two hours with her nose pressed against her wet panties. Her stained panties are still tacked to her door for everyone to see. She spends an hour each evening standing with her nose against the yellow stain, at the end of the hour she is given a spanking. This punishment was set to continue until she went 30 days without an accident. Now that she has pissed herself again, the punishment will increase."
The committee chair looked at Jenny, "Do you have anything to add?"
Jenny sobbed "I didn't want to wet myself! It only is happening because I'm on restriction, if the school would lift the restriction I can guarantee I wouldn't pee my pants ever again! Not at school not at home not anywhere! This is really horrible I'll never let it happen again!"
"Based on the testimony, the Conduct Committee sees no mitigating factors." The chair looked directly at Heather Blanc, "Under the terms of the Maternal Responsibility Act you are found to be partially responsible for your daughter's continuing misbehavior. The conduct committee will impose the standard second offense sanction of 50 swats of corporal punishment and 40 hours of community service to the school. Since this is your second appearance before the Conduct Committee in the same week we don't believe it is in your physical best interests to receive both sessions of corporal punishment on the same day. At this Saturday's corporal punishment session you will receive the first 25 swats that you were sanctioned with at your prior hearing. The 50 swats of corporal punishment that were assigned today will be carried out at next week's Saturday corporal punishment session."
Heather Blanc glared at her daughter as they were dismissed back to the waiting areas on the side of the stage. Everyone in attendance was well aware Jenny's butt would be the target of a long and painful spanking when the hearing was concluded. Erica only had a brief moment to feel sorry for the obviously humiliated young woman.
Erica was quite anxious as she stood before the Conduct Committee. She knew her pants had dried to the point of her leak no longer being visible, but she knew if her underwear was checked her small accident would no longer be hidden.
"I'm pleasantly surprised to see that you are not standing in a puddle" commented the committee chair. "Based on how your last several days have gone I expected your jeans to be saturated."
"Maintaining control has certainly been difficult" admitted Erica.
"Under the authorization of Local Amendment 26 to the Maternal Responsibility Act, you are to be inspected to verify that you have not acted in an unhygienic manner while serving today's sanctions. The inspection will be carried out by Mrs Lind, please follow the instructions of the inspector."
A middle-aged woman, stood up from the committees table and approached Erica. "Place your hands on top of your head and leave them there until instructed otherwise. I need you to spread your legs until your feet are approximately 24 inches apart." Erica hated spreading her legs as she got into position, she was terrified she would have another bladder leak if she wasn't able to keep her thighs pressed together.
The inspector slowly walked a circle around Erica, stopping frequently to look at her jeans from several angles. Next, Mrs Lind got down on her knees and stared directly at Erica's crotch from no more than a few inches away. Erica's respirations became more rapid as she panicked at what Mrs Lind might be observing. The inspector moved behind Erica and again knelt, this time staring at Erica's buttocks.
After rising to her feet, Mrs Lind turned to the committee chair, "The hands-off external inspection is complete; there are no visible stains, wet marks, or bulges. I did detect the faint odor of stale urine coming from her jeans, there was no odor of feces."
Mrs Lind once again stepped behind Erica, the inspector's hand began to pat Erica on the buttocks. Tears of shame rolled down Erica's face as the inspector's hand reached to the front of Erica's crotch. The inspector's hands patted each of Erica's thighs before Mrs Lind address to the committee chair a second time. "The hands-on external inspection revealed dampness from the crotch of her jeans down each thigh approximately 4 inches. There's no dampness around her buttocks."
Erica trembled as the inspector unbuttoned her jeans and slowly push them down to Erica's ankles. Erica's white panties were slightly yellowed and visibly damp. Mrs Lind walked behind Erica and pulled out the elastic band at the back of her panties. The inspector promptly reported to the committee chair: "There is no feces present in the rear of her underwear, the gusset shows urine staining and obvious wetness to the front and bottom."
"Ms Campbell, you are in violation of Local Amendment 26 of the Maternal Responsibility Act. You failed to maintain your hygiene while under sanction. As punishment you will be given 10 swats with a wooden paddle over your wet undergarments. Do you have anything you would like to say before the punishment is carried out?"
"It was wrong of me to fail to control my bladder this afternoon, all week really. I accept my punishment."
Erica glanced at Heather Blanc, it was Heather's turn to smirk as Mrs Lind walked toward Erica with a wooden paddle in her hand. Erica hoped with all her heart that Heather Blanc would find herself in this same position someday soon.
"Leave your feet where they are" directed Mrs Lind. "I need you to move your hands from the top of your head, please grab your ankles."
As Erica bent forward she knew the audience was getting a better look at her wet panties. The view didn't last long as Mrs Lind placed the paddle directly over the wet underwear and began to swing.
Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap...
The swats weren't as painful as those administered at a Saturday session, or the spanks given by Julie. This punishment, though short and not very painful, became Erica's worst punishment ever.
Whap... Whap... pssssssssss...
As Erica's over filled bladder emptied, Mrs Lind stepped back to avoid having urine splatter onto her shoes. The audience gasped as Erica's shame poured out of her panties.
... psssssssssss... drip... drip... drip...
Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap!
As the punishment came to an end, Erica was directed to stand and pull up her jeans. Her most recent accident had streamed onto her pants as well as the floor, as she buttoned them she noticed the odd pattern of wetness that had been created by peeing on them.
The members of the Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. The chair finally addressed Erica. "At this time we don't believe what has happened here deserves a second punishment; it appears this was merely a continuation of your prior loss of control." Erica was dismissed as the hearing was adjourned.
Erica thought as she walked to her car: Now to go home and deal with Grace...and have Julie deal with me! |
Grace straightened her shirt as she walked Tony to the front door. "I don't have a very sexy reputation after the past few weeks, I thought for sure I wouldn't have another boyfriend until after I moved away." The lingering kiss with his hand on her ass reassured Grace that she was still very sexy to the right guy, even when her pants weren't dry.
When Tony was gone Grace began to prep the house. She got two wide leather belts from her closet, one was placed in the living room so it would be ready when Aunt Julie spanked her mom. The second leather belt was brought to the rec room in the basement, Grace knew she would be feeling this one on her own bottom very soon. Next she moved the chairs, three chairs in the rec room for her cousins to sit on. Her mom was set to have both male and female witnesses so Grace made sure there were twice as many chairs in the living room. The final addition to each room was a stack of towels laid on the floor inside each semicircle of chairs; Grace silently prayed neither she nor her mom would pee during their beltings.
Ding-Dong!!!
Grace peered out the window, Aunt Julie and her cousins were waiting on the sidewalk. Her face reddened as soon as the door was open, her cousins had immediately started pointing and giggling at her damp jeans. The giggling got worse when her cousins saw the towels on the floor.
Ding-Dong!!!
This time it was her mom's friends (and their husbands). Grace trembled as the husbands took in the view of the wet young woman standing in front of them. Grace escorted them to semi-circle of chairs in the living room, humiliated by the knowledge that her wet ass was prominently displayed.
As the guests were taking their seats, Erica arrived home. "Grace, you may go to the rec room now. I'll be down to deal with you in a few minutes" instructed Erica.
Erica then turned to her friends. "As you can see, I need to go give Grace a spanking. Grace has her own witnesses waiting downstairs so you can all wait here for a few minutes. When I am done spanking Grace, she and her cousins will come upstairs and join you as witnesses to my own punishment."
Grace was standing over the folded towels with her hands on top of her head, her cousins were laughing and pointing, when Erica walked into the rec room. "This is the fourth time you have peed in your pants in the past few weeks. As you know the punishment for a fourth offense is 15 swats with the belt over your wet pants followed by 15 swats on your bare bottom. You will also spend 2 hours with your wet panties covering your face. All of this is to be done in front of witnesses. You will bend over now."
Erica picked up the belt and held it against her daughter's wet rear end. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
Grace sobbed gently as her mother removed her wet jeans and underwear. Grace's eyes were shut tightly but she knew what was coming next when she heard one of her cousins gag. The stench of her accident permeated her nostrils, the saturated fabric stuck to her face and nose!
As her bare bottom felt the rough leather of the belt, Grace became aware of a familiar pressure in her abdomen.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT HISSSS
Grace hated that her bladder had given out during her spanking. She could hear her cousins laughing uncontrollably.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
"It is time to go upstairs so you can watch my punishmemt" said Erica. "You have to leave the underwear on your face for 2 hours, but I'm not going to make you stand in front of my friends without your pants on. You can put the wet jeans back on before we go upstairs."
Grace trudged up the stairs while her cousins followed. As her cousins found space to add their chairs to those gathered in the living room Grace was mortified when she heard her mother, "Julie, can you get a new towel for Grace to stand on? She already peed on the one that she stood over when we were downstairs." Not only did the announcement bring a new round of giggles from her cousins, Grace saw smirks on the faces of her mother's friends.
Grace was all but forgotten when Erica placed her hands on her head and stood over her own towel. Julie gave short lecture about setting a good example for her daughter, then picked up the belt. "This is your sixth offense Erica! I am asking each of your friends to take video and photos of this punishment. How,or with whom, they share these recordings is up to them." All six phones were pointed at Erica as she bent over.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
Erica's friends continued to record as Julie stripped her sister from the waist down. The piss stained panties that had earned Erica a spanking at the PTA meeting were placed over her face.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT HISSSSS
Erica's towel also became soaked. Just like at the PTA meeting, Erica found herself urinating down her legs in front of witnesses.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
"That was 25 over your wet pants and 25 on your bare bottom" said Julie. "If that doesn't convince you to not urinate in your pants a 7th time, I don't know what will."
As Grace and Erica stood on display, the witnesses cheerfully chatted about the humiliations they had just observed.
Eddie looked at his wife, Amy, "I'm sure glad none of our children have put you in that spot" he said, as he pointed at Erica. Next he pointed to Grace and asked Amy, "Was that ever you growing up?"
Eddie's wife bit her lower lip "Uh, not exactly. I got sent to the nurse during my junior year after a little accident in gym class. No one but the gym teacher saw, it happened in my gym shorts so I had my regular clothes to change into so no one else found out. My school had a rule about accidents that required me to wear a diaper to school for a week. The fear of someone finding out has stuck with me to this day." Amy's face turned bright red, "I can't believe I just admitted that!"
Paul squirmed in his seat, looking embarassed as his wife, Katie, ran her hand up his thigh. "I think they would all like to hear the story" said Katie. "It's good for them to hear that many families have to deal with this type of thing."
Reluctantly Paul told the group. "When I was a teenager, one of our family trips involved driving halfway across the country. On our drive to the resort I had fallen asleep in the car, my family didn't wake me up at the rest area when everyone else used the bathroom. When I woke up an hour later I really had to go, but we were in bumper to bumper traffic with no way to get off the interstate. I tried my best, but within a half hour I had pooped my pants. I was absolutely mortified to be sitting in my own mess! In fact it is still mortifying 25 years later.
"My parents were not very understanding when it happened, when we finally pulled off the highway the first thing they did was find a parking lot so I could be pulled out of the car and given a spanking. Grace knows what it's like to be spanked for an accident as a teenager; it's horrible! Anyway my parents made me sit in my dirty pants all the way to the resort, when we finally got there I was made to stand in the corner until bedtime.
"The rest of the week my sisters teased me relentlessly. Well it turns out my sisters must have finally crossed the line, they were asking my parents as we packed the car to go home if anyone had bought me diapers for the ride, My mom snapped and told them that it was time to let it go. Well of course they didn't and they kept teasing me as we finished packing.
"On the car ride home we stopped at a rest area, as I walked inside to take care of business, my mom told my sisters to stay in the car. My sisters were told they had to skip a restroom break so they would understand the dilema that had led to my accident. The next rest area ended up being about 3 hours away, it turns out my older sister only had about an hour of capacity left in her bladder. Sure enough my parents pulled into a parking lot and spanked her wet butt.
"My little sister appologized profusely for teasing me, she begged my parents for mercy; my parents held firm. For the next 2 hours my older sister sulked in her wet pants while my little sister sat wiggling between us. My little sister kept her control and made it to the next rest stop. When we got home my older sister spent the evening standing in the corner.
"25 years later my younger sister still teases us about being the only one who didn't fail potty training that week. Unfortunately, I know from experience that public shame is a pretty strong deterrent."
Paul hung his head and looked at his wife, "God that was humiliating, why'd you make me tell that?"
"I've noticed you rushing to the bathroom as soon as you get home from work the past couple of weeks" said Katie. "Hopefully that painful reminder of what happened to you as a teenager will keep you from experiencing the humiliation of being an adult who fails potty training."
Jason leaned over to Paul, "My wife knows all about having an accident as an adult." Jason turned to his wife, "Better fess up to the group."
Martha glared at Jason, "I thought that was going to stay private as long as it didn't happen again." She sighed, "Fine, I confess. I pissed my pants last year.
"There was a long line for the ladies room as we left dinner. I thought I could make it home, but the distance and the potholes were just too much. We were still a few miles from home when I did it, I pissed my pants as an adult! Jason was pretty mad that I peed on the seat, he made me scrub it before I went in the house. The whole time I was scrubbing that seat he kept lecturing me, then he spanked me.
"So yeah, I know what happens when an adult has an accident, they get scolded and spanked." Martha pointed at Grace, "Just like what happens to a high school student."
Grace's cousins sat mesmerized as they listened to the adults. The stories of so many grown ups losing control was not how they expected the night to go. Katie was about to speak again when she was interrupted.
HISSSSSSSS..
Urine cascaded from Erica, shooting out of her and flowing down her legs. The towel protected the floor, but nothing protected her dignity.
As Erica's friends and their husbands laughed, a timer chimed. "Time is up" announced Julie. "You two can go clean yourselves up, we will all see ourselves out."
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Grace poured milk on her cereal before sitting down across the table from her mother. "Last night was super embarrassing. I can't believe my cousins watched me pee as I was being spanked! I swear I will do better."
"I know you are trying, dear. It isn't easy to spend all day with restricted access to the bathroom. The good news is, it is the weekend so you can go anytime you want."
"I was surprised how many of your friends have had accidents" said Grace. "I actually felt pretty bad for Paul; why did Katie pressure him into telling his story? He seemed pretty humiliated when she brought it up."
"Oh, Katie is rather insecure. She's probably worried she might have an accident next week. Katie probably thinks Paul will be less likely to say anything if he knows she will tell everyone about his humiliation." Erica continued, "Their daughter got into some legal trouble recently, I think it was a DWI. Katie has a criminal review hearing before a Maternal Responsibility Act magistrate next week, she's pretty worried about the possible sanctions. Compared to what the PTA hands down, the sanctions from a magistrate are pretty severe for criminal acts."
"When I got my first spanking a couple weeks ago, I thought I was in a very small minority" said Grace. "The more I hear people talking, it sounds like a lot of people have been spanked for not making it to the bathroom on time. Even your friend Martha got spanked, and she is an adult!"
"Let's finish up breakfast" said Erica. "We can go watch the PTA corporal punishment session this morning, maybe we'll get lucky and Heather Blanc will violate Local Amendment 26 while she is being paddled. That would make my day!"
"Oh mom, you and your unhealthy obsession with Mrs Blanc!"
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The Campbells took seats in the auditorium, both were glad to be spectators and not standing on the stage. Grace looked at the page she was holding, "What a list! There's 2 dozen moms on here! It has been a busy week for the PTA."
Grace had never seen a Saturday session from the viewpoint of a spectator, both times she had been watching from the side of the stage with the other students who had committed offenses. As Grace looked around at the other audience members she observed quite a mixture of attendees. As she expected, Grace saw many middle-aged men who were obviously looking forward to spending the next hour staring at bent over rear ends. Several members of the audience were boys that Grace recognized from school, clearly they were also looking forward to the bent over MILFs. More surprising to Grace was the number of women, just like her mom, who were there to gloat over the suffering of an acquaintance.
The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee opened the session with a short speech about responsibility, accountability, and consequences. As soon as the chair finish speaking the first mom was brought forward and bent over. Marie Lind was fortunate to spend less than 2 minutes displaying her back side to the audience, her six swats were delivered rapidly and she was promptly dismissed. Laura Johnson was quickly called forward, her swats were over in a matter of minutes as well. As Lynn Hassen placed her hands on her ankles, Grace watched the videographer move to a better position; the corporal punishment may only last for a couple of minutes, but the indignity would forever be available on the internet.
Most of the women faced corporal punishment of no more than 15 swats each. It only took 45 minutes to get to Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas, the only two mothers facing lengthy paddlings. Prior to starting the punishment for Heather Blanc, the chair of the Conduct Committee took the opportunity to remind the audience of the enactment of Local Amendment 26. "We have seen too many times in the past several weeks when a mother has acted in a most undignified manner while serving her sanctions. Local Amendment 26 addresses the requirement of a mother to maintain self control, it is fitting that this reminder be given to Mrs Blanc and Mrs Vargas seeing as they are both here because their daughters violated the school's hygiene policy. We certainly hope they don't follow the example set by their daughters."
Jenny's mom was called forward first. The men sitting around the Campbell's murmured approval amongst themselves as the attractive mother bent forward. Like most women facing sanction, Heather Blanc had chosen jeans in the hopes the denim would provide more protection than a thin pair of leggings. To the audience's pleasure, Heather's jeans were so tight everyone could see as she clenched and relaxed her butt muscles.
Whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack!
Coldly, Heather marched back to her place alongside the other moms. The elder Blanc shot her daughter an angry glare, an extra penalty clearly awaited Jenny when they returned home.
"Dang it" muttered Erica. She turned to her daughter, "I swear she kept her composure better today than she did last time. Not a yelp or a whimper let alone loss of bladder control. Oh well. I sure hope Heather wets her pants when she gets twice as many swats next week."
Bethany Vargas trembled as she stepped forward. She clearly did not have the composer shown by her predecessor. Tears ran from her eyes as the Conduct Committee chair addressed the audience: "The other hygiene violations that have been dealt with since the inception of the Maternal Responsibility Act, have dealt with students who are unable to control their bladders. Bethany Vargas stands before you as an example of what happens to a mother when a student defecates in their pants. The standard first time sanction for a hygiene violation did not seem adequate for the added repulsiveness of her daughter pooping her pants, Mrs Vargas will receive 50 swats of corporal punishment instead of the standard 25." The chair turned to Bethany, "Please bend over."
Whack... whack... whack... OWW! whack... whack... whack... STOP! whack... whack... whack... whack... NOOOOO! whack... whack... whack... whack... hissssssssssssssss
The seat of Bethany's jeans began to darken, the glistening stain spread across her butt then shot down her thighs. When her urine finished cascading from her legs, the paddling resumed.
whack... whack... whack... whack...AHHHH! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... NO MORE! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... I SPANKED HER! I PUNISHED HER! I DON'T DESERVE THIS! whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... whack... OWWWW! whack... whack... whack... whack... I'LL SPANK HER HARDER! JUST STOP! whack... whack... whack... whack... OH GOD! I'M SORRY! whack... whack... whack!
Bethany was left bent over, showing her wet ass to the crowd as the Conduct Committee conferred. BRRRRRUP! The wet denim did nothing to muffle the sound of Bethany's flatulance. Bethany cringed as her fart echoed throughout the auditoium. Even the Conduct Committee members chuckled at Bethany's added embarassment.
"You violated Local Amendment 26" said the Committee Chair. "The extra penalty is 10 extra swats over your panties." Bethany's jeans were unbuttoned and pulled to her ankles, leaving her pale green panties on display.
"Oh my god, mom!" exclaimed Grace. "Is this what happened to you yesterday?"
"Yeah, I just had a lot fewer witnesses" answered Erica. "Thank goodness I wasn't gassy!" she added.
Whack... AHHH! whack... whack... whack... OWWW! whack... whack... whack... I'M SORRY I PEED MY PANTS! whack... whack... whack
After she was allowed to pull up her soaked jeans, Bethany hobbled back to the side of the stage. Maria and her mom exchanged looks of compassion from opposite sides of the stage. It was clear to the audience the Vargas' relationship was clearly different than the Blanc's. |
Grace and Jenny sat at the same lunch table on Monday, the shared experience of being hygiene violators had led to the start of a new friendship. "My mom took me with her to watch the Saturday morning session" said Grace. "Based on your mom's reactions, I am guessing you must have had a pretty rough weekend."
"Yeah, my ass is super sore." Jenny answered, "You heard that she is making me smell my accidents every night, didn't you? Of course you heard, she's live streaming them every evening, there's not a single person in this whole city who doesn't know. I think that might be worse than the spankings. I spend an hour with my nose against the first pair of panties; the odor isn't very strong but I know (and so does everyone watching online) how disgusting they are. My nose gets a short reprieve while Mom spanks me, then my nose moves to the second pair of underwear; they don't smell any worse, but knowing I have to spend 2 hours smelling them is miserable! I'm actually pretty relieved when my second spanking starts because it means my nose is no longer pressed against those disgusting panties. And of course it's been doubled to 2 months because of the second accident!"
Jenny picked at her food for a minute, "I am actually hungry today, but I don't dare eat too much; I can't risk having to poop while I'm on restriction. I'm utterly terrified that if I poop my pants she'll just triple the punishment I'm already getting... Can you imagine 6 months of having to put my face in my poopy underwear every evening? Ugh, it sounds like the most utterly disgusting punishment on the planet!"
"You and Maria must be so mortified having your punishments carried out so publicly!" exclaimed Grace. "I heard that over the weekend, it wasn't just Maria's neighbors watching her get punished in the front yard. I guess several people drove in from other neighborhoods, so they could stand on the sidewalk in front of her house to watch her punishment."
"What about Tony?" inquired Jenny. "Is your mom going to let him watch your punishment the next time you piss your pants?"
"I am not wetting my pants ever again!" vowed Grace.
"You've still got 3 weeks left on restriction" countered Jenny. "You may be a little better at holding it than Maria and me, but you are not that much better! You are not going to make it home dry everyday for the next 3 weeks. You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment, the only thing you can hope for is that it doesn't happen until you after you have left school for the day. That said... is your mom going to have Tony watch?"
Grace shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know what she is planning for the next time."
Jenny grabbed her friend by the hand, "Despite what I said a few seconds ago, I really believe that of the three of us, you are the one who can make it through the remainder of restriction without a third accident at school. I sure hope you never find out what your mom might do for another wetting."
After picking up her lunch tray, Jenny leaned in to whisper in Grace's ear, "I know that somehow she'll turn it around on me and make me suffer another punishment, but I really hope my mom wets her pants today while she is doing her first day community service. It would be so worth it if Karma caught up with her!"
As her friend walked away Grace giggled, her mom and Jenny would get along great!
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Each tick of the clock was agony. With 40 minutes left in the school day, Grace was squirming non-stop. Her face blushed in embarassment as her classmates kept turning to look at her; a few had given her sympathetic smiles, most had been casting glances of annoyance, but the reaction from Gina nearly brought her to tears.
Gina had the most sadistic look in her eyes as she leaned toward Grace. "I remember Mrs. Toole's class," whispered Gina. "I bet we all see a repeat today." Gina pulled out her phone and selected a video, she smirked as she pressed play and turned the screen toward Grace. Grace shuddered as she watched a replay of her humiliation in the front of Mrs. Toole's classroom. "I'll enjoy the next assembly" Gina taunted as she put away her phone.
Grace trembled as she recalled Jenny's words at lunch, 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.' Grace prayed she could make it out of school without being the subject of an assembly.
Grace tried to read her assignment; she couldn't make it past the second sentence without losing her place. All of Grace's concentration was needed to control her bladder. She shifted in her seat for the fifth time in the past 2 minutes; a sneer from Gina reminded her of the signifigance of holding back her urine.
As the final class of the day crept on, Grace found her left hand pressed firmly between her legs. It took all her willpower not to pee. Grace wanted to let out a little pee to ease the unbearable pressure, but Jenny's words stuck with her. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.'
Grace jumped as the bell rang to signal the end of class, she had been so focused on her bladder that Grace had lost track of the clock. Surprise was replaced with panic when she felt a damp warmth. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.'
A look down at her lap was reassuring to Grace. The black leggings she was wearing were shiny enough to hide the small leak. She just had to find Tony and get away from school. Grace was thankfull she no longer had detention, if she were required to stay after school no amount of shiny-ness would hide the cascade that was about to satutate her clothes.
Grace carefully walked to her locker. Bending to pick up her backpack from the bottom of her locker was torture. As she stood back up Grace felt another spurt. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment'
As Tony approached to give her a ride home, he could see the agony on Grace's face. "I will hurry" he assured her. "I'll get you out of here."
Tony took her hand and they went to the closest stairwell. Grace grabbed the handrail and slowly took her first steps down. About half way to bottom of the staircase she was reminded of Jenny's prediction when another jet of urine escaped. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.'
As they stepped onto the sidewalk that separated campus from the public street, Grace saw three yellow drops hit the cement. 'You will leak and dribble your way to another punishment.'
Tony's car was parked a block away from the school. By the time they finished walking to the car, Grace had fully earned the next punishment from her mom... and it had come in leaks and dribbles. |
Erica took her seat as a spectator for Monday evening's PTA Conduct Committee session. The first eight cases on the docket did not interest her, it was the Local Amendment 26 inspections of Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas that she was there to see. The 10 mothers standing on the side of the stage had varied looks of anticipation. Most of the mothers did not seem very concerned, their children had clearly committed some of minor offense that was not likely to earn her a severe sanction. A couple of the mothers looked anxious, their children had obviously committed violations that were a little more serious. Unsurprisingly Erica's attention quickly went to Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas.
Erica did not see any visible staining on Heather's pants, but her posture was not normal; she appeared to be standing rigid with her legs close together, almost as if she was standing at attention. Her face looked grim and she focused on a poster hanging on the far wall. Erica recognized the signs of a woman who was expending most of her energy on bladder control. Erica found herself hoping that a full inspection would reveal a violation of Local Amendment 26.
Bethany's jeans were unable to hide her obvious violation of Local Amendment 26. Large stains darkened the denim from her crotch all the way to her ankles, when Bethany turned slightly to look at the back of the stage her buttocks displayed an obvious lump underneath her saturated jeans. The crowd of spectators was guaranteed to witness at least one humiliation before the end of the evening.
The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee called the meeting to order when the student offenders had taken their place across from their mothers. The first six mothers were dealt with quickly. Jasmine Thompson-35: son Jamie- 1st Tardy, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Molly Jones - 47: daughter Polly- 2nd tardy, was sanctioned 6 swats and 1 hour community service. Liz Newhall- 39: son Caleb- running in the hall, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Kaitlyn Gregory- 41: daughter Angela- poor academic performance, was sanctioned 6 swats and 2 hours community service. Gwen Jenkins- 36: son Albert- swearing in school, was sanctioned 3 swats and 1 hour community service. Maggie Griffin- 40: son Hans- overdue library book, was sanctioned 1 hour community service.
Erica paid little attention to the first half dozen cases being presented. Her time was spent focused on Heather Blanc. As the PTA meeting was being conducted Erica watched her nemesis intently; every time Heather grimaced Erica grinned, each time Heather clenched her thighs together Erica would mentally cheer, and the one time Heather crossed her legs and crouched down it was all Erica could do not to clap her hands in excitement. Erica was so focused on Heather that she nearly missed the details of the last two offenses.
The chair of the Conduct Committee called Sophie Larkin and Cassidy Bowman at the same time. The 37-year-old mothers have been best friends for years and their children have grown up as close friends; it came as no surprise that Adam Bowman and Michelle Larkin would find themselves getting into trouble together. The students looked at the ground in shame as their mothers listened to their offense being read into the official record: A rumor had been going around school for a few days that one of their classmates had wet his pants at school during their freshman year; he somehow made it through his toilet restriction without any further accidents so he wasn't required to wear a diaper; many of the students have been making comments that he should be diapered and made to stand on the stage during the school assemblies when hygiene violators were punished. Today, Michelle and Adam were caught taping Depends to Terry's locker. Unfortunately for the duo, Terry was not the boy who had wet himself. The principal took this act of bullying very seriously and punished Michelle and Adam with a 10 swat spanking, two weeks of detention after school, and a two-week revocation of all toilet privileges at school.
"Do you have anything pertinent in your defense?" the committee chair asked the mothers.
Cassidy Bowman was the first to respond. "It seems like it was just a little teenage teasing."
"Everyone laughs and gossips a little" added Sophie Larkin. "I mean, who wouldn't tease a little when you find out your friend peed themselves."
The chair turn to Adam and Michelle. "Tell me, do you frequently hear your mothers gossiping? What about teasing"
Michelle reluctantly answered, "Well... I mean... a little."
"They've been talking about Erica Campbell, Bethany Vargas, and Heather Blanc lately." added Adam. "Nothing much different than what is being said at school about Grace, Maria, Jenny, and all the others who have to wear diapers."
"I see." The Conduct Committee briefly whispered amongst themselves before the chair turned to the two plump women standing in front of the committee. "Neither of you appeared at all concerned about the behavior of your children. It also seems the two of you have completely missed the point that your children were teasing the wrong boy! The PTA Conduct Committee finds that under the stipulations of the Maternal Responsibility Act, you are each partially responsible for the misbehavior of your children. You are each sanctioned with 20 swats of corporal punishment to be administered on Saturday morning. You are each required to perform 12 hours of community service to the school; due to the circumstances involved, you are subject to a full restriction of your own restroom privileges at all time on school property until your sanctions have been completed successfully and your children have competed all punishments assigned by the school."
Erica gave a quiet grunt of approval as Cassidy and Sophie returned to the side of the stage. She decided to watch for these women on upcoming dockets of the Conduct Committee; surely one, if not both, of their children were bound to commit a hygiene violation during their restriction.
Bethany Vargas was called forward. "I see the inspection is merely a formality today", said the chair. "Mrs. Lind, you may begin the inspection."
Erica could only see Bethany from the back side, but she could imagine the shame that must have been in Bethany's eyes as Mrs Lind ordered her into position for her inspection. Even though the offense was obvious, Mrs Lind still walked slowly around Bethany before telling the committee chair: "The external visual inspection is complete. She is showing obvious wetness in her crotch, down both legs, and the lower portion of her buttocks. There's a strong odor of urine coming from her pants. The buttocks area of her jeans has a visible brown stain and there's a visible lump in the seat of her pants. A strong odor feces is noticeable from her back side."
A collective chuckle came from the audience as Mrs Lind placed a hand between Bethany's legs from the front and then stepped behind her and patted the seat of her jeans. "The external physical exam reveals obvious wetness in her crotch, on her buttocks, and down each leg all the way to the bottom. A touch over her buttocks reveals a squishy mass between her butt cheeks."
Several members of the audience gagged as Mrs Lind lowered Bethany's jeans. The brown shame was visible to the entire auditorium and the front few rows couldn't avoid the order. "The internal inspection reveals urine staining in the front of her underpants and a large deposit of fecal material in the back and bottom of her underpants."
"As we have previously discussed, loss of bowel control is more egregious than loss of bladder control. The penalty for violating Local Amendment 26 is 10 swats over your panties; due to your loss of bowel control that penalty will be increased to 20 swats." The chair gave a nod to Mrs Lind, who picked up a strap and walked behind Bethany.
Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack.. Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack!
When Bethany was dismissed she slowly pulled up her pants, allowing the wet denim to cover her filthy panties. Erica could see tears of humiliation rolling down her cheeks as Bethany walked back to the side of the stage.
Erica felt her pulse increase as Heather Blanc was called forward. This was it, the moment of truth! She kept thinking to herself: Please let her underwear have a stain!
"Place your hands on your head" instructed Mrs Lind. "Now spread apart your legs until your feet are approximately 24 in apart." When Heather displayed herself for inspection, Mrs Lind began to slowly walk around her in a circle. Mrs Lind lowered herself to one knee and spent several seconds staring at Heather's crotch. When the front of the inspection was complete, Mrs Lind stepped behind Heather and again went to one knee. After several seconds of inspecting Heather's rear end, Mrs Lind rose and addressed the PTA Conduct Committee. "The external visual inspection found no visible staining to her crotch, legs, or the seat of her pants. There is no odor of feces. There is a slight odor of urine coming from her crotch."
Erica nearly jumped out of her seat, she had never been so excited to hear a middle-aged woman utter the phrase 'slight odor of urine'!
Mrs Lind reached between Heather's legs from the front, she then walked behind and patted Heather on the buttocks. "The external physical inspection reveals no dampness over her buttocks and no mass or lump can be felt inside the seat of her pants. Dampness can be felt in the crotch of her pants and down the inside of each thigh approximately 3 inches."
To Erica's delight, Mrs Lind spun Heather around so she was facing the audience. Heather's pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, slowly Mrs Lind lowered the pants to Heather's ankles. Even from several rows back, Erica could see a damp stain on Heather's pink panties. Erica was ecstatic to see that Heather was about to be penalized for violating Local Amendment 26. Mrs Lind slowly turn Heather back to face the PTA conduct committee, leaving her behind on full view for the audience. The lower portion of the rear of her underwear showed the same dark pink stain as her front. "The Internal Inspection shows urine staining to the front and bottom of her underpants."
The chair of the conduct committee prodded Heather for an explanation. "I was able to spend most of the day without much of a need" started Heather. "But around 6:45 p.m., the fullness of my bladder finally got the best of me. I felt a little bit leak out, since then it's been even worse. I've spent every moment since then expecting to make a puddle on the floor."
"You have violated Local Amendment 26. The standard penalty of 10 swats will be applied to your buttocks over your wet underwear."
Heather was directed to lean forward and grab her ankles. Before Mrs Lind could step behind her with the strap, Heather's control completely failed her. A yellow stream cascaded out of the gusset of her panties and began to soak into the pants crumpled at Heather's feet. Erica joined the rest of the audience in cackling with laughter at Heather's humiliation.
When the cascade slowed to a trickle, Mrs Lind began the punishment.
Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack!
A sobbing Heather Blanc returned to the side of the stage after pulling up her pants. Erica was amused as she mentally compared the staining of Heather pants to the stain she had created on her own pants a few days before. As the chair of the Conduct Committee adjourned the night's meeting, Erica promised herself she would return every day until Heather's sanctions were complete.
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Erica walked into the house to find Grace standing on her pile of towels with her hands over her head. Grace's cousins had each been instructed to bring a friend to witness tonight's punishment; all six girls were seated in a circle around Grace as she displayed her wet leggings. "This is Grace's fifth pants wetting in the past 3 weeks, you to be witnesses as she is punished. Her punishment will begin with 20 swats of the belt over her wet leggings, her leggings will be removed and her wet panties will be placed over her face, after that she will receive an additional 20 swats on her bare butt, finally she will stand on display for 2 hours with the wet panties on her face."
As Grace listened to her mother explaining her punishment to her cousins and their friends, she was aware of a very full feeling in her bladder. The humiliation she had felt last Friday when she had lost bladder control during her belting had been weighing heavily on her mind as she had waited for her mom to get home. Grace made the decision that she was not going to let them watch as she peed on the floor, the only thing she could think to do was to slowly release her urine into her leggings and hope that the already damp fabric would soak up most of her pee.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Peyton. "She's pissing her pants again!"
The warmth running down her legs and the relief from her bladder were not enough to outweigh the shame Grace felt as her cousin pointed out her most recent bladder control failing.
"It was bound to happen at some point" explained Erica. "You shouldn't be surprised, it's only been a few days since you watched both Grace and I lose control of ourselves during last week's punishment. She's not allowed to use the toilet until the punishment is complete; the embarrassment of rewetting yourself is part of the punishment."
"It is still funny" said Peyton. "It was hilarious last week when you both pissed on the floor, and it is still hilarious tonight."
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The first set from the belt were over quickly. After enduring numerous punishments for the last few weeks taking 20 swats over her leggings no longer caused Grace to howl in pain.
Even though her cousins had seen it happen just a few days earlier they were still appalled as a Grace's saturated panties were moved to her face. Her cousins' friends gasped in shock as the wet fabric draped her face. Grace could hear Peyton mumbling to her sisters: "You know that was Mom's idea; thank God none of us have wet our pants or beds! I can only imagine how long she would make us do that!"
Without any additional fanfare, Grace lowered herself into position for her next round with the belt.
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Grace's butt cheeks burned in pain so much that she could feel nothing else. It wasn't until she heard her cousin Peyton rolling in laughter that Grace realized her bladder hadn't completely emptied when she had rewet her pants. The towel on the floor had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate between her feet. Grace started to sigh, but instead she ended up gagging as she inhaled through the urine soaked cotton that covered her face.
Peyton's friend, Marie, turned to Peyton and asked: "Was this really your mom's idea?"
"Yeah, she is really strict" answered Peyton. "She would never do anything to us that would cause a permanent injury, but we've all had some pretty unpleasant spankings." Peyton asked Marie: "Why do you ask? Are you afraid you're going to wet the bed when you sleep over tonight?"
"I've never wet the bed" answered Marie. "But I have to admit, I've had at least a couple of experiences dribbling in my panties when I laugh."
"Then you better be careful, my mom would totally make you put wet underwear on your face as she spanked you for that!"
"You need to be careful at school as well", Erica told Marie. "I know you girls go to a different school than Grace, but the policies at her school are being implemented throughout the entire District. Unless you have a medical condition, it is a very serious offense to wet your pants. Even a small accident will earn you an incredibly humiliating punishment... and once the school issues you a punishment then your mom has to report for a Maternal Responsibility Act hearing where, undoubtedly, she will face very humiliating sanctions."
"Oh, everyone at our school has heard what happened to Grace and the others" said Marie. "Most of us had no clue about there being a school policy against wetting your pants. The only ones who ever got punished for it were so embarrassed that they never told anyone else. My friend Anna peed her pants during a science test a little while before the Maternal Responsibility Act came in to effect, we all knew she had been sent to the nurse but we knew nothing else. When everything that happened to Grace and her friends started popping up on the internet a few of us asked Anna about what had happened to her. It was pretty humiliating for her to confess that not only had she been put on toilet restriction, but she hadn't made it more than a few days before having additional accidents. None of us knew that Anna has spent the last few months peeing in a diaper! Last Friday our school posted the list of students who are wearing diapers as discipline for having accidents; now Anna and the other eight hygiene offenders are getting teased all day long. I've been going to the bathroom between every class, instead of just once or twice a day, I'm terrified I'll end up on that list if I giggle at the wrong time!"
"I am sure your mom appreciates your extra diligence with using the restroom" said Erica. "I'm sure she would hate to be referred for a Maternal Responsibility Act sanction."
The witnesses chatted until Grace's 2 hours of display we're nearly over. HISSSSSSS... Grace let out a sob as her bladder defied her yet again. The yellow stain on her towel grew by a few inches in diameter.
Peyton, her sisters, and their friends all laughed at Grace's further embarrassment. As the laughter finally died down, Aunt Julie arrived to take the girls home. Erica saw Peyton whisper in her mom's ear and then look at her friend Marie. As Marie stood up from her chair Erica was relieved to see that Marie's leggings showed no signs of wetness. Thankfully the girl had not giggled her way to a punishment from Julie. |
"Today was almost tolerable," Grace told Tony. "I have to go, but I will probably make it home. No need to rush me to the gas station!"
"That is great!" As the young couple stepped out of the school Tony gestured toward the girl who was hobbling a few feet ahead of them. "It appears Maria's day has not been so easy," he whispered.
The brunette in front of them was obviously on the verge of saturating her trousers. Maria abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, the young woman made a small curtsy, then stood rigidly still with her hands pressed firmly between her thighs.
Grace approached Maria and gently touched her shoulder, "Can we help you get to a gas station?"
"I'm not allowed," whined Maria. "It would be worse than wetting my pants. I just need to get across the street and off school property, at least then I will only be punished at home."
"Then we should hurry," answered Grace. As Maria moved her hands from between her legs and took a few tentative steps, Grace saw a tennis ball size stain appear in her friend's crotch. From a few feet back Tony could see a darkening patch of fabric at the base of Maria's butt, he quickly moved behind her to shield the view from any school faculty that may be watching.
After a dozen tense steps Grace had helped Maria to the curb. As they waited for traffic to clear, Tony watched as dark streaks began to extend down the inside of Maria's legs. "Just another 30 seconds" encouraged Grace. "We're almost off school grounds, just 50 more feet!"
When the street was clear Grace pulled her friend across. There was no trying to be subtle; she just had to get Maria across the street before anyone noticed the accident that had started.
As soon as they made it to the other side of the street the floodgates immediately opened and urine poured out of Maria, she sighed in relief as she wet her pants in front of Grace and Tony. When her bladder finished emptying, Maria locked eyes with Grace, "I hate having to piss myself everyday. I hate that my mom has to piss herself every day because of me. I just want this to be done."
"Soon it will be over," replied Grace. "Our toilet restriction is over half done. In less than 2 weeks we can use the bathroom at school again."
"I doubt I'll make it through tomorrow, let alone 2 weeks," said Maria. "As we were being called up to the stage during today's assembly, I kept wishing I were diapered like the rest of them, instead of squirming trying to not pee my pants. I think I'll be relieved when I finally get put in diapers."
"Anyway," continued Maria, "thank you for getting me away from the school today. By tomorrow I'll probably feel like trying again." Maria trudged away to make her walk home in wet shame.
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At 6:59 PM the lone student offender was led to the side of the stage for the beginning of his mother's hearing under the Maternal Responsibility Act. A large wet stain on the front of Adam Bowman's jeans left no doubt as to why Cassidy Bowman was standing next to Bethany Vargas and Heather Blanc. Erica felt grateful to be a spectator; Grace had been successful at keeping her pants dry all day!
The chair of the PTA Conduct Committee made a comment about how well behaved the student body had been. "Only one hearing today, it is truly a pleasure to see the number of cases dwindling. The Maternal Responsibility Act is surely helping improve student behavior!"
Cassidy Bowman was called forward, "I see you are joining us for a second day in a row" commented the chair. "I had hoped you would have a talk with your son last night to encourage positive behavior."
"Oh, he got talked to!" Cassidy continued, "I told him that if he pissed himself at school, he would get the same punishment as that Blanc girl."
"Today's hygiene violation clearly shows how ineffective your threat of punishment was," replied the chair.
"It was no idle threat," answered Cassidy. "I picked up thumb tacks so his boxers can be pinned to the door, then I set up the webcam so his punishment can be streamed online. I already have a good sturdy belt picked out for the spanking."
Turning to Adam the Chair asked, "The violation report from the principal indicates you wet yourself pretty early in the day, the punishment your mom promised did not seem to matter."
"I am absolutely dreading my punishment at home" replied Adam. "Knowing what my mom is going to do to me almost made me change my mind, but I can't handle the agony of toilet restriction at school. I have seen how the students look at Grace, Jenny, and Maria as they struggle throughout the day. I decided it would be less humiliating to just get my three accidents over with. It's going to suck to be put in diapers after two more days, but at least I won't be the object of all the staring, taunts, teases, and whispers behind my back. I am going to own my punishment. I don't want to hear anybody commenting about how my butt clenches when I'm trying to hold back, or making crass remarks if I have to hold my penis to keep from leaking, or having the girls discuss if holding my pee gives me an erection. I overheard all of those things in just the first hour of the school day! Wetting myself and taking the punishment seems the best way to move on with a little dignity."
Cassidy glared at her son. He had just doomed her to two more sanctions under the Maternal Responsibility Act!
Erica knew that she, Heather, and Bethany had all only been sanctioned two times for their daughters committing hygiene violations; she had often wondered what sanction would be considered severe enough if a third violation occurred. Erica recognized the look of terror on Cassidy's face as Cassidy was left to ponder that very question for the next two days. Erica's mind raced as she contemplated Cassidy's fate, Erica didn't even pay attention as the conduct committee assigned Cassidy the standard first offense sanction.
Erica's focus returned as the Local Amendment 26 inspections began. Bethany's black leggings didn't show any obvious signs of wetness however, her sheepish look and penguin waddle foretold what Mrs Lind would find. Erica was somewhat happy for Bethany when the inspection revealed that she would receive ten swats for only being wet; today Bethany would be spared the added humiliation that came with poor bowel control. Bethany howled through her punishment, but it was over quickly.
As Heather Blanc took her place in front of the committee with her hands on her head, Erica felt her pulse quicken; she longed for Heather to have another embarrassing accident in front of the crowd of spectators. Nothing showed on her light blue leggings, but Erica held out hope that Heather's panties would show a stain.
Mrs Lind began the inspection the way she always did: walking full circle around Heather, getting down on her knee to stare at Heather's crotch, and taking note of the odors emitting from Heather's clothing. "There is no visible staining to the crotch or buttocks and no odor of either urine or feces from the crotch or buttocks" Mrs Lind reported to the Conduct Committee.
The inspection continued as Mrs Lind reached between Heather's legs then walked behind her and patted the bottom of her buttocks. "No dampness was felt between her legs" reported Mrs Lind. "There was no dampness and no soft mass around the area of her buttocks."
The audience saw Heather turn bright red as Mrs Lind pulled down her leggings, revealing her pale green panties. After reaching between her legs, patting Heather's bottom and peeking inside the back of her panties, Mrs Lind gave her final report to the Conduct Committee: "There is no dampness, staining, or soiling in her underwear."
"We are pleased you didn't violate Local Amendment 26" announced the chair. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Erica and the other spectators filed out of the auditorium. Erica pondered how Heather Blanc could make it through the day without even a dribble when she and Bethany Vargas seemed to only be capable of complete wetting. |
This story is inspired by @PPP's Zelda Stories and is based off the "Missing in Action" side quest in Breath of the Wild.
"C'mon you guys,just a bit more!" Sesami said as he pointed to the path ahead. The traveller strutted with a confident smile while his four friends followed him. His group consisted of Oliff,flaxel,Canolo and Palme. The group of travellers were currently making their way through the Koukot Plateau,located within the Gerudo Canyon.
"I'm getting tired...."Canolo said as she stopped for a bit.
"C'mon! We're almost there! The next Stable shouldn't be that far according to the map" The leader said. he pointed forward and started strutting at a faster pace.
"H-Hey! Wait! Slow down,Sesami!" Palme finished chugging a bottle of Chilly Elixir. The rest of the group quickly followed suit. Canolo groaned and looked at her friend,Flaxel.
"My legs are killing me. Adventuring is more exhausting than i thought it would be. i REALLY hope we don't have to walk much to reach the Gerudo Canyon Stable."
"I hope so too...i'm also starting to get a bit tired"
The group continued walking without much trouble. Flaxel however was lagging behind a bit and her walk was a bit stiff in comparison to her friends. She had a completely different reason for wanting to reach another stall soon: She really needed to go to the bathroom. As to be expected,the Gerudo Wastelands were incredibly hot and a lot of travellers have collapsed while making their way through the lands. A lot of Gerudo clothing were made so that one can withstand the weather in the desert. But Flaxel didn't have any gerudo clothes,so she and her group had to keep themselves hydrated by drinking Chilly Elixirs. The effect of the Elixirs only lasted a few minutes,so they had to drink a lot of bottles. Needless to say,it didn't take long very for her to start feeling pressured by her bladder. There weren't a lot of bushes around either. there were a lot of rocks and boulders,but there were usually monsters hiding behind those. And while Flaxel had some experience with swords,these monsters were pretty though and could easily overwhelm her. as such,Flaxel had no choice but to hold it until they could reach a stable.
"Sesami! Slow down! there could be monsters up ahead!" Oliff yelled.
"Ha! Those monsters shouldn't be a problem. i'm a master at Karate! They won't stand a chance!" Sesami said proudly.
"Are we there yet? Canolo asked to sesami as she looked around.
"We are,all we have to do is make our way throu-"
"LOOK OUT!!!!" Palme yelled. The group looked up just in time to see a boulder coming their way. They quickly scattered and dodged the boulders.
"Oh no! Why now of all times?!" Flaxel asked,her eyes focused on what was up ahead: A group of Blue and Black Lizalfos. The monsters pulled out their weapons and charged towards the group!"
"Oh Hylia!" Palme yelled as he quickly looked for somewhere to hide. Flaxel groaned as she grabbed her sword and shield. One of the Lyzalfos leaped towards her,but Flaxel was able to block it's attack with her shield. The Lyzafos started swinging it's sword around and Flaxel successfully blocked each strike. But with each hit,she could feel a twinge in her bladder. She swung her sword and slashed the Lyzalfos away, She quickly took a few steps back and looked around.
"Is everyone okay?!" Flaxel asked as she crossed her legs.
"I'm fine!"
"Managing...."
"Wait,Where did Sesami go?!" Palme asked. The group looked around and sure enough,their leader was nowhere to be found.
"Oh,don't tell me he abandoned us!" Canolo groaned. Suddenly,a Lyzalfos leaped towards her. Canolo shrieked and braced herself for the attack,but Flaxel blocked the strike just in time and pushed the Lyzalfos away.
"There's more!" Oliff yelled as more monsters approached. the group quickly ran away and tried to look for places to avoid to monsters. Flaxel ran up to some wooden planks and stopped to see if the monsters were following her. She put her shield and sword on her backpack and kept running just in case. She felt another twinge in her bladder,causing her to jam both of her hands between her legs.
"Damn it! Why did these monsters have to show up now?! I need to pee so badly!" Flaxel though as she continued running up the wooden planks. Eventually,she was hundreds of meters above the ground she was originally on before the monsters appeared. She hid behind a crate and waited for a while. She crossed her legs and looked around. The rest of the group didn't follow her up there. She groaned and looked down. She didn't know how far the stable was and with how full her bladder was,she was starting to worry that she wasn't going to make it. She decided that she had to relieve herself somewhere out here. She looked at the crate behind her and then looked around again. There was still nobody in sight and it's not like anyone below could see her taking care of business.
She took of her backpack and placed it next to crate. She then grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. She slowly bent her knees until her butt has hovering a few inches above the ground. She looked around more time and once she was 100% sure there was nobody near,she relaxed.A small spurt came out of her,causing her to let out a moan. then another spurt came out followed by a powerful stream of urine.
"Ahhh......Finally~" Flaxel said as she closed her eyes. Her stream created a puddle that slowly grew until a couple of drops slipped through one of the gaps on the wooden floor. Flaxel opened her eyes and looked at the puddle.
"Ohh...i really hope nobody is standing down there..." She said to herself as she continued to empty her bladder. Her moment of peace was quickly interrupted when she heard a monstrous groan.
"Huh?! Oh! No! No! No! No!" Flaxel said as she tried to finish her stream as quickly as possible. She heard the monster getting closer and closer. She panicked,there was no way she could fight like this. She braced herself for what was about to happen next.
Until she heard the monster croaking in pain. She then heard the sound of a sword slashing the monster. Was someone else there? After a few more slash sounds,there was silence. no noise other than the sound of her pee stream,which itself was getting weaker until only a few drops came out.
"Umm....hello?" Flaxel yelled. She then heard someone grunt.
"Is anyone there?" She asked. She quickly heard an "Uh-huh" followed by a few footsteps.
"W-Wait! Don't come any closer!" The footsteps stopped.
"Umm...just wait for a few seconds." Flaxel said as she started digging into her backpack to for something to wipe with. She pulled out a few tissues she brought with her and took one. After wiping herself she pulled her pants back up,grabbed her backpack and stepped away from the crate.
It is then that she saw the person who had taken care of those monsters. Another hylian wearing a blue tunic. he also had a shield and a sword with a hilt that looked just like the sword of legend.
"Did you...take care of them?" The hylian nodded and smiled.
"Thanks for the assist,pal. i was worried for a bit...Ugh..i'm going to be so sore tomorrow...." She said. What the fellow hylian said next angered Flaxel. Apparently,Sesami had already made it to the stable and sent the hylian to get him.
"So Sesami was kicking his feet up at the Stable while me and my friends were over here getting attacked?! That spineless Cucco! I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when i get back! and a piece of my fist too!" Flaxel said as she ran off and made her way down the wooden planks.
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Link scratched his head as he watched the girl run off with anger. He turned to the crate and pulled out his sword. Wanting to see what was inside the crate,he slashed the crate and broke it instantly. To his disappointment, the crate was completely empty. However,something else caught his attention; part of the floor behind the crate was wet. It was then that link realised why the girl wanted him to wait a little,she was relieving herself.
Link look at the puddle again and sheathed his sword. He just shrugged and walked away from the wet floor. There aren't any toilets out here in the wild,so he could understand why she choose to pee there. And it's not like he could judge her for it,he also had to make a few stops every once in a while during his quest.
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“Why do I have to get dragged to this thing?” Haley complains to her mom, raising her voice a bit. Mom, growing increasingly annoyed with her daughter’s attitude, raises her voice as well. “You’re going to support your sister for once,” she angrily tells Haley, “This is a big deal for Alex and we’re BOTH going to be there to support her.” “How about Dad and Luke?” Haley then asks her, “How do they get out of going to this geek competition?” “It’s a MATH competition, Haley!” mom angrily answers, “And I’ve told you before about calling it that!” “And you know what Luke and your dad are doing this weekend,” she further admonishes Haley, “You know they planned that trip two months ago.” Haley, though, just rolls her eyes. She knows her mom is telling her the truth, but spending two hours or whatever at a Math competition -- not to mention another hour or so going to and from the site -- is not exactly Haley’s idea of an exciting afternoon. But mom remains firm “You’re going to Alex’s Math competition and that’s final!” Mom tells Haley “It’s about time you learned to appreciate how good your sister is at Math and supported her for once.” “You two are sisters for pete’s sake,” her mom lectures her, “It’s about time you started acting like it.”
Though Haley and Alex were sisters, they were too different to be like friends. Haley, now in her first year of community college, was a lazy, fashion-obsessed, social life-obsessed, academic slacker who was lucky to get into community college. Alex, now a high school senior, was a driven academic superstar with a highly developed social conscience and pretty much had her pick of colleges for next year. Alex was not only on her school’s Math competition team but she was the team captain. Haley, on the other hand, ……well, Haley thought the whole idea of a Math competition was about the dumbest idea she ever heard. Still, the two girls were sisters and Haley was a bit taken aback by her mother’s notion that she doesn’t support her. “You know, maybe if you put a little effort Math yourself, you’d come to appreciate just how good your sister is at it,” her mom suggests. “I know how good she is at it -- She’s great at it!” Haley acknowledges, “She’s great at everything when it comes to school.” “Believe me, I know how good Alex is at all that stuff,” she further acknowledges, “I’ve been hearing that my whole life.” “She’s amazing!” Haley adds with a smile -- and an uncharacteristic little tinge of pride in Haley being her sister. “And I guess it wouldn’t exactly kill me to go to one of these things,” Haley tells her mom, with a decidedly melodramatic groan. “Well, that’s the spirit -- that’s what I like to hear from my two girls,” her mom jokes.
“It’s just that it’s a MATH competition, mom!” Haley then says, continuing with the melodramatic tone. “It’s going to be soooooo boooring!” she complains. “I mean, are we really going to go sit there and watch people do math for two hours or whatever?” she asks her mom -- a mostly rhetorical question. “No Haley -- we’re going to watch your sister do math for two hours,” she tells Haley, now trying to convince herself as well as Haley that it’s not going to be excruciatingly boring.
It’s an away match at Westdale HS for Alex and her fellow Mathletes from Palisades High. Its about 30 - 40 minute trip to Westdale HS and they give themselves plenty of time to get there. They leave themselves plenty of time, in fact, to stop at a McDonalds along the way. Both of them decide to treat themselves to a big burger and fries lunch as well as a “super-size” soda.
Claire -- that is, Haley’s mom -- decides to make use of the ladies’ room there before getting back on the road. It’s the single-user type bathroom there where one person uses it at a time. Claire goes in herself and locks the door. It’s not as bad as some restrooms that she has seen but it’s not the cleanest, either. Claire lifts up the toilet seat and squats over the toilet to pee. Such is the blonde-haired beauty’s usual procedure when using all but the cleanest public bathrooms. It’s not a particularly long pee but given that a super-size soda is already making it’s way through her system to her bladder, Claire figures it best to empty her bladder now anyway. She scrunches some toilet paper, wipes herself, and pulls up her pants. She flushes the toilet (with her foot) and washes her hand.
She encourages Haley to use it next but Haley insists that she doesn’t have to go. Her mom, though, knows better. Haley -- a bit of a prissy sort -- isn’t one to typically use the bathroom at places like this unless it’s an emergency. “Really, Haley, it’s not so bad,” mom tells her, “After drinking that much soda, you really should go.” But Haley -- while admitting she does need to go “a little bit” -- declines the opportunity. “I’ll wait,” she says adamantly. Her mom encourages her some more -- again pointing out that she just drank a lot of soda. But Haley is basically an adult now and her mom has long since stopped having decision-making control over her daughter’s bodily functions.
Arriving at Westdale HS, the first order of business -- at least for Haley -- is finding a bathroom. By now, Haley definitely need to go. The two of them quickly find the girls’ room -- just down the hall from the auditorium where the math competition was to be held -- and headed inside.
But as the two of them get inside, Haley is stunned by what she finds. She freezes in place just staring at the row of toilet stalls along the far wall. To say the least, she doesn‘t like what she sees. “There are no doors!” Haley complains to her mom, “The stalls don’t have any doors on them!” Claire is a bit surprised herself, but mostly she’s just glad that she used the bathroom beforehand. “The stalls don’t have any doors on them!” Haley repeats, a growing anxiety in her voice. “How can they have toilets with no doors on the stalls?” she argues rhetorically, “How can they expect people to go to the bathroom without any privacy?” Claire just stands there as well, not really sure what to say to Haley at this point. It’s kind of an “I told you so kind of moment” -- that is, Claire did encourage her to go at McDonalds -- but that isn’t going to help her daughter now. And Claire is concerned for herself as well -- not so much having to go now, but with that super-soda at lunch, she’s definitely concerned about having to go again before this is over.
Suddenly, Alex comes in -- obviously to take care of her own business before the competition actually begins. She sees her mom and especially Haley just staring blankly at the stalls. “They’re called toilets, Haley,” Alex, in her very best sarcastic tone, tells her sister, “You sit down on them to urinate and defecate.” “Just make sure you pull down you pants before you sit down,” Alex adds sarcastically as Haley just gives her a dirty look -- not unlike how she typically reacts to her sister’s sarcasm. Alex, though, seems entirely unfazed by the doorless stalls situation. She simply heads into the first stall she sees and starts unzipping her pants, preparing to sit down. With the stalls open as they are, Haley can see the whole thing and she’s more than a little surprised.
“Um……what are you doing?” she asks Alex. Alex looks back at her surprised. “Well…..I’m going to the bathroom,” Alex then answers her, “Specifically, I’m going to urinate.” Haley, though, can’t believe that Alex is just going to pee all out in the open like that. “How can you just do that without any privacy?” she asks her sister. And as Alex just goes about her business -- specifically, as she takes down her pants and panties and plops her butt down on the seat -- Haley can’t believe she’s doing that, either. “How can you just sit on the toilet seat like that?” Haley asks her, “Do you have any idea how many behinds must sit down on one of those seats every day?” Even their mom finds that disgusting. “At least put toilet paper or something down first,” Claire suggests, “That really is gross.” But Alex -- as she now starts peeing -- explains that scientific studies have proved that toilet seats aren’t really dirty at all. “It’s the door handles that everyone touches that are the problem,” Alex points out. “People’s butts are clean -- it’s their hands that are dirty,” she explains. And as Alex continues to sit and pee full force, she tells Haley that she just doesn’t see what the big deal is about the doorless stalls.
As the conversation continues, Alex is sitting on the toilet peeing a forceful stream. Eventually, her stream slows to a trickle and finally stops entirely. Giving it a minute to make sure she’s done, the pretty, well-endowed, high school senior then scrunches some toilet paper and blots herself dry. As she goes about pulling up her panties and pants and flushing the toilet, Alex explains to Haley that she really doesn’t get what the big deal is about peeing in an open stall like that. “I mean, we all do it -- we all have to pee,” she tells Haley, “I just don’t see what the big deal is about privacy.” “I mean, sure it’s nice to have and certainly I’d rather have a stall door than not have one,” she continues, “But I just don’t see what the big deal is about peeing either way.” “It’s not like I’m going to refuse to use it because there is no stall door,” she adds, “I’d certainly rather than use it than end up wetting my pants or something.” “I mean, I guess I could see maybe if you had to go #2 or something,” Alex clarifies, “I guess maybe that would be a little awkward to have to do with no stall door for privacy.” “But still it wouldn’t be like I wouldn’t use the toilet because of it,” she tells Haley, “Obviously, I wouldn’t want to do that in my pants, either.”
Maybe it was simply intuition between sisters -- after all, Haley and Alex, in spite of their differences, are, in fact, sisters -- or maybe it was just something she saw in Haley’s eyes. But suddenly Alex knew that this wasn’t just Haley’s typical drama about using public toilet facilities that were less than ideal. Suddenly Alex knew that Haley had a real problem here. “Umm…you have to take a …….?” she then starts to ask Haley before Haley abruptly cuts her off. “Yes!” Haley answers with a sense of panic in her voice, “I have to go both ways!” Even mom is a bit taken about by this sudden revelation. She’s as horrified as Haley is about the doorless stalls and completely sympathizes with her daughter. “Ugh!” she says, “I’m sorry, Haley.” “What are you going to do?” she then asks Haley, “Can you wait?” Alex looks at her, wondering about that as well.
“No, I can’t wait!” Haley answers, in a state of panic and almost crying, “I have to go and I have to go now!!” “I have to go NOW, mom,” she says again, “Damn! that greasy cheeseburger and fries.” The implication, of course, is that her bowel movement is of particular urgency. But mom looks at her not really sure what to say. “What are you going to do, Haley?” she again asks. She thought that maybe she’d encourage Haley to pee and just hold in the other, but if the “other” is also an emergency that’s not going to be an option.
“What can I do, mom! -- I have to go!!,” Haley pleads in desperation, “How am going to go with no door? -- How can I go -- especially that way -- when there are no doors?” Her mom just looks at puzzled -- unable to offer any practical solutions. “Mom, I can’t wait -- I have to go,” the desperate girl pleads some more, “I’m going to go in my pants if I don’t go soon.” “You’re not going to go in your pants,” Alex then chimes in, trying to calm her sister down, “If you have to go, you’re going to sit down on the toilet and do what you need to do.” Haley starts to protest about how she can’t use the toilet -- especially for #2 -- without a door, but Alex cuts her off. “You need to go so you’re going to just sit down on the toilet and do it,” she reiterates to Haley, “You’re obviously not going to just go in your pants when you have toilets right here.” Haley tries to speak again, but Alex won’t let her. “Haley, you need to use the toilet and that’s simply what you’re going to do,” Alex tells her. “It’s really not so bad with no door -- no one is going to be paying attention to what you’re doing in the stall,” she argues to Haley, “And it’s certainly better than going in your pants instead.” Alex then offers to “block” for Haley -- that is, she’ll stand in the stall doorway with her back to Haley while she’s on the toilet. “It’s not exactly the same as a stall door,” Alex argues, “But it’ll still give you some privacy. Desperate as she is, Haley really has no choice but to accept. “I guess that’s better than nothing,” she tells her sister.
As Haley takes the stall (and Alex takes her position “blocking” for her sister), Haley’s first order of business is to carefully put toilet paper down on the seat. Alex just rolls her eyes at seeing that -- obviously having just explained how it’s not at all necessary. But Haley, still, has a different idea. “I don’t care -- I don’t care what you said before,” she tells her sister, “I’m sorry but there’s no way that public toilet seats are as clean as you say.” “I’m sorry, Alex,” Haley rants on, “There’s just no way I’m putting my butt down on the same toilet seat with who knows how many other girls.” Mom is also surprised but not for the same reasons. She explains that she’d always thought Haley just squatted -- as she did -- rather than sitting down on public toilet seats. But Haley explains that it depends on what she needs to do. “Yeah, I normally just squat,” she tells her mom, “When I just have to pee I always just squat.” “But I just can’t go the other way unless I’m sitting down,” she explains further, “So I have to put toilet paper on the seat and then sit all the ways down.”
Both Alex and Claire find that explanation kind of bizarre, but that isn’t all that important now. Both of them are simply concerned with getting Haley through what is surely a traumatic experience for her. Sitting down on the toilet paper covered seat, Haley then releases a powerful stream of pee that splashes noisily into the toilet water below. For a skinny girl, she pees with surprising force and surprising volume as it splashes into the toilet. And then -- seemingly abruptly -- the powerful stream slows to a trickle and finally to a few last drops. Quickly folding herself a small wad of toilet paper, Haley then wipes herself.
Now, with an audible groan, Haley adjusts her position on the toilet seat a bit -- moving herself slightly forward a bit -- and goes into pooping mode. “I can’t believe that I’m actually going to do this here,” she laments out loud as she bears down and starts to push it out. She groans again -- quite obviously ashamed to be doing this in an open stall with her sister right there -- as her bowel movement starts making it’s way out. I mean, Alex’s “blocking” is providing some privacy for her but certainly not the kind of privacy that Haley is used to for this. She pushes some more -- not because she actually has to but because she wants this over with as soon as possible. A small “crackling” type noise can be heard as Haley’s bowel movement continues to slide it’s way out into the toilet. It’s a soft, but well-formed movement at first -- three small solid pieces hitting the toilet in somewhat rapid succession. It’s not a large bowel movement by any means, but not too bad for a girl of Haley’s smallish stature. But then she feels some more rumblings deep inside her and bearing down hard again, she manages to quickly push out a second pile of softer, less-formed stuff. With that, it’s a nice-sized bowel movement by anyone’s standards.
Again reaching for the toilet paper -- this time making thicker wads, of course -- Haley wipes her behind. It takes 3 wads to get the job done. It’s quite an efficient wiping job, actually, especially considering the softer nature of the latter stuff that Haley did in the toilet. She then quickly flushes it all away without even looking into the toilet herself -- that, no doubt, to prevent Alex or even her mom from seeing it, too. As Haley goes about pulling up her panties and pants, Alex gives her a “thumbs up” as to a job well-done. She knows that using the toilet in a doorless stall -- especially both ways -- was no small accomplishment for Haley. Haley, in turn, quietly mouths a “thank you” to Alex for helping to provide whatever privacy she could. As Haley goes to wash her hands, she feels good about what she was able to do. Her mom, as well, commends her for doing it. “I know that wasn’t easy for you -- especially #2,” she tells Haley.
But while Claire is genuinely proud and pleased with her daughter, she is also concerned with her own situation. She doesn’t have to actually go herself -- and with her having gone #2 earlier at home doesn’t think that’ll become an issue here. But as she contemplates the possibility of perhaps having to use one of those doorless stalls herself, she wonders if drinking an entire “super-size” soda was such a good idea.
As the competition ensues, Alex gets off to a good start herself, but her teammates start slow. Their opponents -- the mathletes from Westdale HS -- are on fire and quickly start building a lead on Palisades HS. As Haley watches, she finds herself surprisingly interested in the competition. Her mom, on the other hand, -- while understandably quite proud of Alex -- soon becomes distracted. It obviously hasn’t taken very long for that super-sized soda to start making it’s way through her system and filling her bladder. It’s only a short time into the competition when Claire is definitely feeling the need to go. It’s not yet an emergency by any means, but as she pictures in her mind the size of that soda she had had, she wonders how her bladder is going to hold it all. As the math competition goes on, Palisades HS begins to mount a comeback. Alex is solid as always, but her teammates suddenly get into the groove and the correct answers from all them come in rapid succession. Haley is surprised but she actually finds this exciting. She doesn’t actually know the answers to any of the math problems herself, but she suddenly finds herself actively rooting for her sister and her mathlete teammates.
But her mom, by now, has other things on her mind. She has to urinate and she has to go bad. As she had feared, that soda had rapidly made its way through her system. Her bladder was full and demanding relief. But Claire, doesn’t want to use any of the toilets there anymore than Haley did. She can’t remember the last time she’d used a toilet with no door on the stall. She can’t remember ever having done so. She thinks about how horrible it must be for the girls who actually have to go to school here and how they’d really have no choice but to eventually use them. And Claire while still hoping to avoid it finds herself rapidly getting to that point where she may have no choice herself.
As the match begins to wind down, Claire finds herself with a genuine peeing emergency. She sits with legs tightly clenched fighting to hold it in. As Westdale flubs a relatively easy question on the Pythagorean Theorem, it provides an opening for Westdale. As Alex leads her team to victory in the match and Haley sits there actually enthused about her sister’s math prowess, Clair could focus on nothing but her overpowering need to use the toilet. Common sense told her that she simply needed to go to the girls’ room and do it. Alex’s advice to Haley -- minus the need for the #2 -- obviously applied to her as well. But still, she simply couldn’t fathom the idea of using the toilet without the privacy of a full stall. She tried to reason with herself that it was “only pee” -- whereas, Haley, of course, had gone both ways -- but still, Claire just couldn’t stand the idea of doing it in a stall without privacy. Instead, as she and Haley went down to congratulate Alex on a great performance and her team’s victory, Claire hung her hopes on the fact that she wouldn’t have to hold it in much longer. This certainly wouldn’t be a matter of Claire holding it in until they got home but rather she’d simply stop somewhere on the way.
As Claire gets up from her seat, though, she finds herself almost losing it. In fact, it could be said that she actually did lose it -- albeit it for only a few seconds -- as she untwists her legs to stand up. She feels a strong squirt of pee suddenly escape before she can re-twist her legs and get control again. Even though it’s not noticeable on her dark colored blue jeans, it’s enough that Claire can feel tangible wetness in the crotch of her panties. Worse, though, is her fear that another squirt is coming and this time she might not be able to stop it. As the parents and other spectators mill about the auditorium with the participants, Claire is, of course, anxious to leave. Eventually, they start making their way out. Alex gets permission from her coach to go home with them instead of on the team bus. As the three of them head out -- passing the girls’ room on the way -- Alex can’t help but notice that her mom seems pre-occupied with something.
‘Are you alright, mom?” Alex asks her, as the three of them head out to the parking lot. Claire assures her daughter that she’s fine. “You look like you have to go to the bathroom,” Alex suggests, “You look someone who has to go real bad and is holding it in” It’s then -- like a dagger -- that another surge hits Claire in the bladder. Clamping down with all her might, Claire somehow manages to stay in control of herself but not before another quick spurt of pee escapes her bladder. It’s enough now that her panties are uncomfortably wet and she starts to seriously wonder if her jeans are now displaying any wetness as well.
All the while Alex -- and now Haley -- look on with concern. It’s relatively obvious now that that their mom is desperate to go to the bathroom. Mom admits that she does but insists that she can wait. “We’ll stop someplace on the way home,” she says. “I’ll be fine,” she insists. But Alex argues that she should just go now. “Mom, you’re obviously desperate -- you look like you’re about to wet your pants,” Alex tells her as she exhorts her mother to just go now. “Mom, you really should go now,” Haley suggests. “The doorless stalls weren’t really so bad,” she argues, “I mean, it was bad but I’m sure it’s better than wetting your pants.” It’s then that the three of them reach the car in the school parking lot and Claire reaches into her purse for her keys.
“I’m not going to wet my pants,” Claire then insists, perhaps now trying to convince herself of that as much as she’s trying to convince her daughters. “I haven’t wet my pants since………..,” she starts to say. But Claire doesn’t get a chance to finish that sentence. Before she can finish, she feels another intense surge from her bladder. She’s about ready to panic as she feels another quick surge escape from her bladder. She knows that this time -- with her panties already quite wet -- it’ll surely be enough to leave a noticeable wet spot on her jeans. But, as it turns out, a wet spot on her jeans is the least of her problems now. As Claire tries to clamp down and get control of herself again, she simply can’t. Clamping down with all her might, it’s simply not enough. To her utter horror, the pee just continues to flow beyond her desperate attempts to stop it. The quick spurt becomes a steady stream and the pretty blonde simply can’t stop it.
Claire now suddenly finds herself standing there at her car door slowly peeing her pants. She’s in control enough that it isn’t gushing out of her -- her tight grip is indeed keeping it to a slow trickle -- but it’s steady trickle that quickly turns the crotch of her jeans dark. Haley and Alex stand there aghast as they watch the wetness spread in their mother’s pants. At first -- peeing slowly as she is -- her panties and the crotch of her jeans absorb the flow. But eventually, as they get wetter and wetter, Claire starts to feel it now slowly running down her legs. “Mom!” Haley exclaims in shock as she watches her mom just standing there helplessly peeing her pants.
Soon, Claire’s jeans become not only soaked in the crotch but a growing wetness becomes evident down both her thighs. But poor Claire -- no doubt the result of that super soda she drank earlier -- still has to pee some more. Suddenly -- no doubt with her bladder at least having been emptied somewhat -- Claire is able to regain control and stop the flow. Instinctively, she takes the moment to sit down in her car -- her car seat (apparently) be damned. She yells to her girls to “get in.”
But once seated -- keys in the ignition -- she feels another strong push from her bladder. At first, she clamps down hard, trying to hold it in. But, once again, that only serves to slow down the flow and the pretty blonde begins peeing her pants anew. This time -- sitting down -- she feels it start to pool underneath her. She thinks for a moment about her car seat and how to get out the stain and the smell, but she realizes that that’s the least of her problems right now. She realizes, as well, that fighting to hold it in as she is, is only prolonging the agony. She’s wet enough already that she easily concludes that holding it in further is just pointless. Slowly, Claire then forces herself to give up control completely. She finds it surprisingly difficult to just let it go and pee her pants -- toilet training and a lifetime of good toilet habits conditioning us to do otherwise -- but once you’re this wet, there’s really no point in doing otherwise. Gradually, she eases her control and just lets it happen. Sitting there in her car -- in front of her daughters -- Claire just lets her bladder drain into her pants. Once she just lets it go, the feeling of relief -- after holding it in so long -- is simply exquisite. Letting it just happen, Claire simply floods her pants with pee.
By the time she finishes, she’s sitting in what feels like a flood and her jeans are soaked to her knees. Her daughters don’t know how to react other than to sit there in shock. They’d obviously never seen their mother wet her pants before. They start to make fun of her but when they see how upset their mother is, that just doesn’t prove to be as much fun as they thought it would be. And now, obviously, there was no stopping to go somewhere else on the way home. All that was left now for Claire to start the car and drive home with her daughters. Suffice to say, it was quite an awkward trip indeed. |
“Hello, Camp Bristow Counselors!”
Bree looked around as the orientation began. As she’d guessed, most of the other counselors looked around her age (she’d turned twenty just the month before). They were all gathered for a week of intense preparation before the first campers arrived. Camp Bristow was famous for its outdoor recreation program: camping and hiking in the mountains of New Mexico. Each two-week cycle of students would get a crash course on outdoor skills, team-building, leadership, outdoor survival, rock climbing, wilderness medicine—you name it. Bree, born and raised in Wisconsin, had loved the mountains ever since she’d first seen them as a small child on vacation, and she’d come back as often as she could. She’d even done a five-day hike along part of the Continental Divide Trail after she’d graduated from high school. But now she had a chance to spend a whole summer in the mountains. She couldn’t wait.
The woman leading orientation kept talking. “For those who don’t know me, I’m Julia Bristow, camp director, and yes, my father did start this camp many years ago. It can get a little confusing if people use my last name, so just call me Julia. I want to get one thing straight right away: this is not a ‘my turf, my rules’ situation. This camp wouldn’t be about self-reliance and leadership if y’all just did what I told you to do! But since the camp literally has my family’s name on it, I am ultimately responsible. This means if I put my camp director’s hat on—” she mimed putting on a hat, which was funny because she was already wearing one “—then my decision is final. It has to be. Unless that happens, you create this camp. You are, far more than I, in charge. And you are the ones who have the joy and responsibility of teaching these kids about life in the backcountry.”
Julia looked around, seemingly fixing everyone in the group with her glance. “One more thing and then I’m going to hand it over to your Lead Counselors, and that’s about safety. This is an outdoor education camp, with wilderness backpacking hikes! If you’re going to go rock climbing, the safest thing to do is to never leave the ground—but that defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? We encourage our campers to push themselves, to be brave. That means, however, that you the counselors need to be watchful every moment you’re with campers. Kids are going to fall. It’s your job to make sure they can get back up again. This means you might stand between life and death for them: you need to be at your most professional and your most responsible. We’ve never lost a kid at Camp Bristow and I don’t intend for this year to be the first.”
Julia smiled. “All right, that’s all the heavy stuff you need to hear from me. Here are Lead Counselors Brock and Madison to get you started!”
Two young people, only just a little older than Bree, came forward. The young woman spoke first. “Hi everyone! I am so so so excited to be back for another year at Camp Bristow. Looking around I see a lot of new faces. Rather than have us stand up here and tell the old hands things they already know, and have new people just sit and get, we’re going to break you up into small groups—yes, already—and partner new people with old hands. If you have been a Camp Bristow counselor before, please form a big circle” (and here she gestured so broadly she nearly fell over) “partner up with someone you remember, and raise your hands. New folks! As soon as they’ve gotten that done, find a group. There are about forty of us, and we are looking for ten groups of four.”
Bree had the moment of panic that she always did. She’d never really fit in at school, and so she’d never had an automatic group to go with. She wandered around a little, but groups already seemed to be forming up…
“Hey! Do you need a group?”
She turned to see who was talking to her—and as soon as she did, she turned around to see if he’d actually been talking to someone else.
“Yup, I meant you,” he said with a grin. He was short and sandy-haired.
“Um, yeah,” she said.
“Come and join us!” he said, and held out a hand. “I’m Tam.”
“Uh, that’s an interesting—I mean, hi, I’m Bree.” OMG, girl, how awkward can you get?
He kept grinning and holding out his hand. “Yeah, it’s an interesting name. But I bet you get that all the time yourself. You gonna leave me hanging here or what?”
“Oh, sorry!” she said as she finally shook.
“Come and have a seat,” he said.
She’d been sitting a long time, first on the plane, then on the ride up from the airport. She lay down on her belly next to him. And as soon as she did, she became acutely aware that she’d essentially just presented him with her butt. And that she was… kinda fine with that.
Okay, so this is happening…
She felt a flash of self-consciousness washing over her. A lot of it was centered on that butt of hers, of course, such as it was. She tugged the hem of her shirt further down (not that it did much for covering her ass). But there was plenty of intense negative self-awareness to go around. Item One: Hair (dark, cut short of her shoulders in readiness for New Mexico summer heat). Item Two: Face (chubby in the cheeks). Item Three: Glasses (thick, dorky in the extreme). Item Four: Boobs (not big enough to match the rest of her). Item Five: Height (6’1, and all-but-dateless in high school because of it).
In comparison, Tam was getting cuter by the minute: enchanting sea-green eyes, a little bit of crooked, devil-may-care-ness to his grin, and a wiry look to his body that made her think he could probably lift her off her feet, despite being nearly a foot shorter. To sum up: out of her league. But she didn’t mind that he was in her group…
Tam took charge. “So the way we always start things here at Camp Bristow is with some getting-to-know-you stuff, and we usually do that with a few name games. We’ll get to those in a second but first we need a chance to hear everybody’s name, so I’d like to go around real quick—easy because there are only four of us—and do names, hometown, how long you’ve been at Camp Bristow, and… hmm. I need a gimmick. Uh… what color your underwear is.” He blushed a little. “Don’t use that one with the kids, by the way…”
“What do we say if we’re not wearing any?” Bree asked. Her butt flashed through her mind again, and Tam’s sightline to it. “I mean, I am, but…”
“So that’s another good reason to not use it with the kids,” Tam said, mock-seriously. “Anyway. I’ll start. My name’s Tam, I’m from Boston, I’ve been at Camp Bristow for two summers before this and two days before today. Got here early to help set up.” He turned to Bree, then laughed at himself. “Oh, right. Forgot my own gimmick. Plaid.”
“Uh, I’m Bree… I’m from Waunakee, Wisconsin, just outside Madison… I’ve been at Camp Bristow for about forty-five minutes… and… red.” She blushed even deeper.
After the other counselors had gone around and answered, Tam did a little explaining about the logistics of the camp. “Each of us will have six or seven campers with us pretty much all the time, split by gender. Each cabin has two groups in it, so that’s two counselors and a bunch of kids. We call that a cabin team. During the day, though, we reorganize the groups so there’s one group of boys and one of girls—same numbers but now mixed. That’s a trail team. We stay in those teams pretty much all the time. There are always two of us so we can snatch a bathroom break if we need one, that kind of thing, but otherwise you’re with the kids pretty much 24/7.”
“Is it just those groups the whole time? We never work with other groups?” Bree asked.
“Good question. The teams pretty much stay the same, but we’ll have plenty of chances to work with other groups, too. And when we’re in the backcountry on the overnight hikes, obviously we won’t go back to our cabin teams, we’ll stay on the trail teams.”
After a few more logistics, Tam explained the fun parts. “The big finish is the three-day hike, of course. Two overnights. But we work up to that: the first week we do a hike every day, alternating short and long. Games and lessons afterwards on the short-hike days. Then our first overnight, then a rest day, and finally the three-day. Then the kids go home and we have Saturday night off. New kids come in the next day and we start all over.”
“That’s a lot of hike,” the other new counselor said.
“Yup,” Tam replied. “By the way, we also do some build-up on where we hike. The first one, we’re all together, the whole camp. Next couple are up to you and your other trail team counselor. By the end of the day hikes we have the kids do more of the decision-making and orienteering. Likewise the first overnight hike is pre-planned by us, but on the three-day, the kids get to decide where we’re going, and they’re supposed to get us there and safely home again.”
Bree was getting more and more excited. This was going to be so much fun.
“What we’ll be doing in the next few days is pretty similar. We’ll get the new folks trained as counselors, of course, but we’ll also be exploring the area and getting into shape. That way we can make some informed decisions about where we might go, and also we’ll have a conditioning advantage over the kids. Pretty important that they’re exhausted the first couple days and we aren’t.”
Bree laughed, and Tam flashed her a grin. “Yeah, you get it.”
More logistics, more training, more name-games and gimmicks. A little training role-play. A few icebreakers. Standard camp fare.
For literal standard camp fare, they headed to the dining hall for their first dinner. Although Tam and Bree hadn’t always been in the same icebreaker groups together (the idea was to mix it up and get to know all forty counselors), Bree found herself walking next to him.
“So Tam,” she said. “Where’d you get a name like that?”
“I’ll tell you my story if you tell me yours,” he said.
The thought passed through her head: If you show me yours I’ll show you mine...
“Uh, it’s not really a story. It’s just my initials: B.R.E.”
“Okay, so why don’t you go by your first name?”
“Do I look like a Bettina?”
He laughed. “No. Not at all.”
“I tried for years. But no amount of makeup and hairdos could make up for my height—I started growing young. I’m just too tall to be a Bettina. Or even a Tina.”
“You’re just exactly the right height to be a Bree, though,” he pointed out.
“Darn straight. This is a much better style for me, anyway,” she said, gesturing to her fit-for-the-trail boots, shorts, and top.
“And I’m guessing your middle name was out somehow…”
“I don’t look like a Richardson, either.”
“Hah!”
“Your turn.”
“Well, I was on the wrestling team for a couple years in high school. Obviously I was at the lower end of the weight classes and my coach called me ‘Bantam’ for ‘bantamweight.’ Then that got shortened down.”
“Ah, I see. So you’re a wrestler?” Naturally she’d tried dating basketball players, which hadn’t generally gone well. The ones who were tall enough hadn’t worked out; they were assholes, or they were entitled, or they preferred girls Tam’s height. And so, despairing, she’d given up on finding a man, as if nobody under six foot could even qualify. Why on earth hadn’t she looked down now and again? Tam might give her a crick in the neck, looking at him, but it was worth it.
“Not hardly, not anymore. Turns out I liked the sport but I didn’t love the eating disorder my coach was giving me.” He picked up a tray as they got into the dining-hall line. “I quit. Smartest thing I ever did in high school. Kept the nickname, though.”
Bree blinked. “Whoa.”
“Sorry if that got a little heavy.”
She swallowed. “Um. A little, yeah. But—I’ve been there.”
He nodded. “How are you doing with that?”
“Better, now. Not perfect, but better.”
“Me too.” He held up a hand. “High-five.”
She slapped it. “It helps if I’m getting a lot of exercise. And if I’m out in nature.”
“You’re in the right place.”
“Oh, I know.”
They ate together, facing each other across a table. Their tablemates drifted in and out of the conversation but they two of them stayed pretty focused on each other.
The trainings the next two days separated them, and Bree was careful not to eat every meal with Tam. But she allowed herself one meal a day. And, a couple times, he came and sat with her, so it wasn’t her fault those times, was it?
By the time they came down a mountain together, talking and laughing the whole way, she knew she was head-over-heels for him, and she had no idea what to do. Could you date co-workers at Camp Bristow? It didn’t seem smart, even if it was allowed. And besides, they lived really far away from each other. It would be seven weeks together—already six and a half, really, and then they’d never see each other again.
Heck, after this first training week they’d barely see each other anyway. And she’d be up to her armpits in twelve-year-old girls. Too busy for anything to happen. She tried to put all her hopes out of her mind. She couldn’t stay away from him, though, and every time they hiked together or hung out, she fell a little bit further. Honestly, it would be a relief when the campers arrived and take her mind off of Tam.
Then the Friday night before campers arrived, Tam sat down across from her and pushed her a photocopied list toward her plate.
“What’s this?”
“Assignments for trail teams.”
“They’re posted already?”
“Not yet. But I know the right people and I got the inside scoop. A whole half-hour early!” He looked so mock-proud of his non-accomplishment she had to giggle. Then she looked for his name. She should have looked for hers, of course, but she wanted to know…
Her stomach did a flip-flop.
TRAIL TEAM 5: Tam Quantrell and Bree Emert
She squealed. “We’re together!”
“That we are. Ready to do some planning?”
“You bet! … Your last name is Quantrell?”
“Yup!”
“That’s an awesome name. Way better than Emert.”
“Never thought to go around measuring names,” he said, eyebrow raised. “If you don’t like it we can just stick to our first names. But I kinda thought it sounded like a buddy-cop show title. ‘Emert and Quantrell.’ It’s got a rhythm to it.”
“Oooh, you’re right. Who are we chasing in this cop movie?”
“Hadn’t gotten that far. And honestly I’m too much of a rebel to be a good cop.”
“Are there any good cops in cop movies?” She let her voice drop into movie-trailer-voiceover mode. “I thought they were all mavericks, breaking all the rules, playing fast and loose with the law.”
“A department made up of nothing but mavericks seems a bit like a contradiction. If everyone’s a maverick, then isn’t maverick-ness sort of the official policy? Breaking all the rules would be—the rule. Though that would explain a few things…” He scrunched up his face. “Maverick-itude? Mavericity?”
“All right, Mr. Quantrell,” she said, thinking gosh that sounds sexy, “What do we need to plan out?”
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See what I mean? That's a long-ass chapter without any sexy bits. But I hope it's still entertaining. |
(I should have known @Melificentfan would be in here before I even finished posting!)
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The next day, any counselor with a driver’s license was pressed into service driving the camp vans to collect campers at the airport and other pick-up points. Bree, proud possessor of a Wisconsin license for the last eight months, was among these. The vans took some careful handling and she’d gotten trained, but it took a lot of focus to manage the still-unfamiliar vehicle. There was a real risk of rolling them, and that was Julia Bristow’s main terror on the days of arrival and departure—surpassing even the fear of campers flying in solo and getting lost.
Several shuttles later, Bree was too exhausted to do much more than smile wearily at Tam as they ate dinner. He hadn’t had to drive.
“No license?” she asked.
“Too short. I can’t adjust the seat and the wheel enough to reach the pedals.”
“That’s got to be a hassle.”
He shrugged. “I know my limits. I can’t dunk, either.”
“I can’t either. I’ve tried.”
“Do you play?”
“Naw, I’ve never had the coordination for it… but I’ve dated some basketball players.”
“How’d that work out?”
“Height isn’t everything.”
“Sheesh, I could have told you that,” he said. “It’s not what you’ve got, it’s what you do with it.”
The “Good Girl” half of her mind was too tired to shut down the vision that popped into her head at that moment.
“So—dated, past tense?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Anyone in the present tense at the moment?”
Something niggled her in the back of her brain, but she couldn’t really think; all she really wanted to do was sleep. Well, fall asleep in Tam’s arms. But definitely just sleep. So she answered automatically. “Nope. Just me right now. S’okay.”
He was about to say something when she yawned enormously. “Srry.”
“You look wiped out.”
“I am. Three trips down to the airport and back. Six hours on the road.”
“You’d better not be this tired out on the trail.”
“Driving ’n hiking’re real diff'rent. ’ll be fine,” she said, slurring defensively.
“That’s true,” he acknowledged.
She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.
“You look really different without your glasses on,” he said.
Her hyper-self-awareness jolted awake, and tried to wake up the rest of her too. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, you look… well, I guess I’m not used to it.”
“I’ll put ‘em back on…”
He laughed, cocked his head. “No, leave them off a second. Let me compare—”
Since they were discussing glasses, and since she had a great deal of experience in eye doctor’s offices, she giggled. “Which is better? One, or two?” she asked, putting the thick glasses back on as she said “two.”
“Mmm, can’t decide,” he said. “Let me see it again?”
“One, or two?”
He shrugged. “It’s a toss-up.”
“Well in that case, I’ll put them back on because I can’t really see you without them.”
“No, no, leave them off. How many fingers?”
“I can see that you raised your hand…”
“Ooof. That bad?”
“Another few notches down and I’d be legally blind.”
“Is that gonna be a problem out on the trail?”
“Naw. I’m not gonna be bumping into trees or falling off cliffs without them. At least not in daylight.”
“But if you lose them, or they get scratched…”
“This is actually my hiking pair. My old ones. My good ones I keep in their case in my bag. Ordinarily I’d have my contacts, but out in the backcountry there’s just no way. Too much dirt and grime gets in everything, I can’t keep them clean.”
“Got it.”
Then they had to be quiet, because Julia Bristow got up and welcomed everyone to camp, and then there was a great deal of reorganizing as campers found their counselors, and then Bree had to pull herself together long enough to get to meet her six campers. Even in her weary state she immediately picked up on some trends: Fiona and Madalyn were going to be a handful out on the trail, very much fish out of water, whereas Katelyn and Angie were going to be amazing. Sandy was a goofball and her steady stream of jokes was already getting tiresome. Gina could not keep her mind on the icebreakers.
But eventually Bree had their names straight, and they had at least met each other, and Katelyn was already latching onto Bree, one bigger girl to another, and Angie was stepping up to lead. And then it was time to get them and all their gear down to the cabins, and Flora and Madalyn started whining about bags ten steps down the path. Fiona at least had the “excuse” of three or four too many bags, some with designer labels. Bree sighed and scooped up one of them, and without prompting Katelyn grabbed another, and somehow they managed to get everyone to the cabin before there were any temper tantrums. There they got a chance to meet the other team in their cabin. Finally it was time for washing up and lights out, and already the line in the girls’ bathrooms were getting immense. Bree patiently held it until all her campers had had their turn—all the more patient because of the warm-and-fuzzies it gave her, and then finally got her own turn, and then it was up to the cabin and lights out. But of course the girls were still chattering by the time Bree began to slip off to sleep.
The next day was the whole-camp hike, up the “camp trail” that went to the top of the hill behind the Camp Bristow campus—about four miles round-trip. This shouldn’t have taken all day—in fact Bree and Tam had done it together in about three hours, round trip, a few days before—but with the whole camp going up to the meadow just below the hill’s crest, there were traffic jam issues. These were actually built in to the schedule deliberately, to allow the new kids a chance to rest, and to give the counselors time to run some trailside teambuilding games.
This was the first time that they met up with Tam’s team and got to know them. Xavier impressed everyone with his athleticism, but didn’t impress Bree and Tam near so much with his attitude. Eryck was the most experienced and the most geared-up. Bradley and Ian and Nate were still running together in Bree’s head. Sandy the Silly had met her match in Ricky, a born class clown.
But the funniest moment was not one of Sandy or Ricky’s endless attempts at humor, but when the girls had had a chance to get a good look at Tam for the first time. Gina’s jaw literally dropped, and she started giggling incessantly with Fiona and Madalyn.
Right there with you, honey, Bree thought.
As expected Madalyn and Fiona were useless out on the trail, but Angie and Katelyn again stepped up to help carry packs and help coax them to the meadow at the top. More games were played. Tam insisted that they all drink plenty of water—“This is New Mexico in the summer! Drink more!” —and revealed in passing that he was a Wilderness First Responder. “What’s that?” Madalyn asked.
Oh, just about the hottest thing I’ve heard about him yet, Bree thought, but she instead answered, “He’s got medical training for out in the backcountry. Ambulances can’t come out there, and getting to a doctor means hiking out, so a WFR is trained for wilderness first aid and to see if people need to be evac’d.”
“Can you do that?” Madalyn asked.
“Not as well. I’ve only had the Wilderness First Aid class.”
“What’s the difference?”
Tam had overheard. “Honestly? A lot of practice, more than anything else.”
As the kids chattered, Bree turned to Tam. “Maybe we should do a little demonstration?”
“Oooh, yeah, we could teach them to take vitals and stuff!” Tam said, enthusiastically.
But it was time to move on down the hill before this could be done, and then there were many more teambuilding exercises to do. Xavier was a natural at the ropes course, but the girls looked seriously skeptical until Bree, bigger than all of them, scooted on up and slipped herself through the old tire without even breaking a sweat.
“Impressive,” Tam murmured to her when she got back down.
“I’ve been getting into rock climbing.”
“Oh, nice! I’ve been bouldering a few times.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but then the kids needed some direction.
Then dinner, and then a repetition of the night before in getting everyone bedded down.
The next day they headed out on their first trail-team hike. It wasn’t just them, as another pair of teams took the same route (in case of emergencies), but Bree and Tam’s teams stuck together. As they broke for lunch, Tam announced, “Hey everyone. So we’re really going to be relying on each other in the next two weeks, and one way that might happen is if one of us is injured or sick and needs our help. Now, if anyone gets hurt or feels sick, the first thing to do is ask me for help—as I said yesterday, I’m a Wilderness First Responder, and so I’m trained for emergencies like that. Bree and I thought we could show you a few of the basics of Wilderness First Response. That way you’ll know what I’m doing if there is an emergency, though obviously I hope I never have to use my training on you all. We also thought we could teach you a few basic tricks like finding a pulse and taking vitals. That’s useful in a lot of circumstances, really. Bree, can you be my helper for this?”
“Of course.”
“Can you pretend to be injured or sick?”
“Sure!”
“All right, have a seat and I’ll go through my whole routine.”
Bree sat herself down on the ground. Tam kneeled down beside her and said, “Hi there! Looks like you could use a little help.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’ve had some medical training.” Tam looked at the gathered campers. “So this next part is super-important, maybe the most important step of all.” Back to Bree: “Do I have your consent to examine you?”
Oh, hell yes. She managed, in the nick of time, to cut this down a bit: “Oh, yes.”
“Can you lie back for me?”
I’m starting to regret being his assistant… Except for the part where I’m loving every second…
Tam held up his hands. “All right, everyone, another important tip: spoons, not forks.” He held all his fingers pressed together, not spread out. “Spoons are just more professional.” He spread his fingers and pretended to squeeze something. “Don’t get grabby, because that gets creepy.”
You can grab if you want to!
But Tam kept it utterly professional as he did a quick head-to-toe exam, feeling gently for broken bones. “Okay, it doesn’t feel like you’re bleeding anywhere or you’ve got anything broken. Impressive muscles, but no injuries I can find.”
“That’s because I’ve got a stomach ache,” Bree said.
Tam nodded. “It doesn’t matter, though—in a lot of circumstances I’ll check everything, just to be on the safe side. Stomach ache, huh? So did it hurt when I did this?” He gently pushed in on Bree’s belly.
“Oh, right—ouch!”
He grinned at her forgetfulness. “Okay, maybe appendicitis... But now I’m going to shift from the head-to-toe exam to taking your vitals, which I probably should have done first anyway if you weren’t physically hurt…” He had her sit up again and showed everyone how to check a pulse—“Don’t use your thumb, because it has a pulse of its own”—and breathing rate, level of awareness, and a few other important measures. Then he got the campers checking each other’s pulses and breathing rates.
“Sorry if that was awkward,” Tam said quietly to Bree as they watched the campers checking on each other. “I should have told you what you were getting into first before asking you to be my assistant.”
“Hey, you asked for consent, it’s all good,” she said lightly, all the while thinking, You can examine me any day, cutie…
Tam wrapped up the lesson by explaining that most stomach aches were caused by bad camp hygiene. “So wash your hands! Always always always wash your hands! Soap and water for at least twenty seconds! Even if we’re short on water—it’s that important. But speaking of water…” He took a big drink from his bottle. “This is New Mexico in the summer. Drink water. Drink drink drink. Ninety-five percent of headaches out here are from dehydration. And every year we have at least one person not drink enough and get heatstroke or heat exhaustion. Don’t let that person be you! Drink drink drink!”
Every water bottle was empty when they made it back to camp—and about half the campers made a beeline for the bathrooms as soon as they returned, including most of the girls. One or two of them looked profoundly worried as they hustled off.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to do a how-to-pee-in-the-backcountry lesson,” Bree said.
“Yeah, we got a few city kids here,” Tam said. “We always need to do the dig-a-hole lesson anyway, but most of the time the kids know how to handle Number One, at least.”
So on Hike #3, Bree drew the girls aside and said, “Okay, ladies. You heard Tam yesterday about drinking water. I’m going to tell you right now, if you don’t need to pee at least once out on the trail, you probably haven’t had enough to drink. And, well, none of us are born knowing how to pee in the woods. So let me show you…”
She looked around and saw some revolted looks.
“I’m quite serious,” Bree said. “Your body needs water. And if you drink a lot of water, well, it’s gotta come out again.”
“Outside?” said Fiona, as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world.
Bree smiled. “We’re going to be out in the backcountry for days. No bathrooms out there. Unless you plan on holding it for three straight days, it’ll need to happen. Better get used to it now. But it’s scary if you don’t know how to do it…” She ran them through the routine, pantomiming the clothing adjustments rather than actually pulling down her shorts. “I always have toilet paper,” she added, “but I suggest you swipe some rolls from the bathrooms and bring your own.”
Going by the signs—and, later, the squirms—Bree had to set a good example, as she’d guessed she would, conspicuously taking a roll of toilet paper with her as she headed off between the aspen trees. To her relief (of a more emotional kind) Angie and Katelyn again stepped up to help one more time—and then, to Bree’s glad surprise, Madalyn as well. Apparently Fiona got over it. At least she stopped running to the bathroom every time they got back down from the mountains, and she wasn’t keeling over from dehydration either.
Bree was delighted that Katelyn had blossomed. Her height and strength had been essential in the various rope-course team-building exercises the teams had done, and that had earned her more praise from peers than she’d probably been getting in middle school. Bree knew just how much standing out just by standing up could be terrible at that age, so it was marvelous to see Katelyn’s development.
But Madalyn’s rapid shedding of the stereotypes she’d been carrying around made Bree downright ecstatic. Sure, it was impressive when Xavier could shimmy himself up a rope and toss the target down to the ground, but it was far more heartwarming to see Madalyn sitting on Katelyn’s shoulders, working as one supergirl, to achieve the same ends. The two had bonded so tightly they were inseparable, and the teams had taken to calling them Big Lyn and Little Lyn.
Fiona, left behind by her partner in fish-out-of-water-dom, had gravitated to Gina as the remaining “girly” one, due to Gina’s obviously hormone-fueled flirtations with Bradley. (Bradley seemed either oblivious to her attentions, or baffled as to how to respond.) But Gina was far more at home in the woods, and Fiona was having to abandon her suburban-girl distaste for everything around her if she didn’t want to alienate the only friend she had left.
Ricky’s inappropriate humor was fading as his fears faded away. Sandy’s humor was getting funnier as she honed in on her audience more. Ian was subtly getting Bradley and Xavier to cooperate more.
Bree and Tam observed all this like proud parents, whispering to each other with their heads together as they watched.
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(For the record, that's about all you're going to get about the campers peeing/getting desperate. I don't sexualize twelve-year-olds.) |
The first overnight hike proved extremely eventful.
Partnered up with another trail team, they’d hiked to a good camping spot in the national forest. The other team bunked down a little distance away as Bree and Tam supervised their own camp, or more accurately supervised Angie and Katelyn, who told everyone else what to do. Gina and Ian were masterminding supper, while Tam had gotten Ricky and Bradley and Xavier to work on preparing the fire. They’d learned well from him… and built a perfect cabin. Tam innocently pointed this out to Bree, who stuck her tongue out at him.
As dinner got going Bree began to feel a little niggle, a little pressure, and knew she’d have to go find a tree to pee behind eventually; but it was still light out, and she didn’t want to leave Tam on his own for long while she found a spot far enough out. And there was plenty to do, making sure tents were set up and prepped against rain—because the New Mexican monsoon was a real factor in their outdoor plans. It wasn’t likely to rain tonight, but it was still good practice. And then dinner was served, so she had to make sure everyone washed their hands, and afterward there was the cleaning up to do, so she kept postponing her pee break.
But as the kids were getting the cleaning done, Bree smiled with satisfaction at Angie and Katelyn and Ian’s leadership, grateful that this would allow her to slip away. She was just about to tap out (literally tapping Tam on the shoulder to let him know he was on his own for a moment) when Angie’s patient instructions without warning boiled over into a frustrated meltdown.
Instead of tapping out, Bree just shot Tam a glance—and, without any need for further communication, they did what they needed to do. Tam stepped in to get the camp preparations moving more smoothly. Bree took Angie aside, gently shooing away Little Lyn and, surprisingly (or perhaps not), an anxious Sandy. Bree gradually drew out that Angie had been feeling the burden of running the teams rather keenly, and a little too much horsing around during cleanup by Ricky, Gina, Ian, Sandy, and Nate had pushed her over the edge. Bree calmed her down a bit, and when they came back from a quiet talk they found that Little Lyn was bossing the boys around to get everything set up for the night. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, Bree didn’t feel easy stepping away until everyone was bedded down. The pressure was building—but she enjoyed that, after all! At least a little.
Exuberant about running a great first camp (which, of course, had been made possible by all their previous practice) the kids were in high spirits and it took ages for them all to get where they needed to be. This of course included various trips out into the trees themselves, but they didn’t go all at once, and with the rambunctiousness (and threat of another Angie meltdown) Bree didn’t think she could go with them. This was on beyond annoying; the pressure was now pretty much built. In fact Bree began to worry if she’d even make it to the trees.
Finally—finally!—all six girls were in sleeping bags, or at least in tents, three apiece. Bree didn’t even glance over to see how Tam was handling the boys, and didn’t tap out, either—she just dashed for the edge of the woods.
Dashing through forest in the dark was a bad idea. She almost rolled her ankle in the undergrowth—and almost spurted pee into her shorts as she did. She swallowed her swearing and wondered why she didn’t have a light on her. Right, everyone else had had theirs. But she didn’t go back to her tent—didn’t even look. She didn’t have time. Her eyes were starting to adjust, anyway. Sort of. She’d probably see a tree. Hands out ahead of her, she gingerly walked forward. Then her fingertips brushed a treetrunk and she thought, Thank god. Wait—am I far enough away? Will anyone hear me?
Doesn’t matter. I have got to go. Right here.
She shucked down her shorts in a flash. Panties came next—only slightly damp. She collapsed against the tree, feeling the bark scrape her bare butt, but barely caring. She was peeing at last. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
Several things happened at once.
One, her still-closed eyes picked up on a change in the lighting and popped open—in time to see a headlamp beam coming toward her. This time she swallowed a scream. She managed—somehow—to cut off her flow and yanked up her clothes. They didn’t come up cleanly, and didn’t come up all the way. The light swung away wildly, then switched off. And Tam said, “Whoops, sorry…”
“You scared me,” Bree said, hauling her panties into place. OMG, the rest of the pee really wants out…
“Sorry for that too,” Tam said. “I guess we had the same idea.”
“Yeah.” Shorts all the way up again. She didn’t button. She didn’t dare ask if he’d seen anything. She felt like her cheeks were burning enough to ignite the forest as it was. What if he said yes?
“Funny that we picked the same direction,” he said.
Shit, why's he feeling chatty now? “Trees were closest in this direction,” she said. She squeezed her legs shut over her hand, grateful for the dark so he couldn’t see her grabbing her crotch like a little girl. “Thanks for turning your light off.”
“Seemed the gentlemanly thing to do.”
Dear holy god, she was going to explode. And yet… it was their first chance to talk alone all day… she didn’t want the conversation to end. She just needed to piss like a racehorse too.
“You were right,” she said. “But, um, if you could be a gentleman again and go a few yards that way…? I was kind of in the middle of something. Unfinished business, y’know.” How on earth am I joking in this situation? “Um. Kinda urgent unfinished business.”
“Hey, at least you got started,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “I haven’t even had a chance yet!”
She cut off her giggle like she’d squeezed off her pee. So desperate. “Tam, I love you, but don’t you dare make me laugh.” She thought that over for half a second. “Yet.”
“Understood,” he said, with a low chuckle. He moved off. He didn’t go very far, she noticed, but then, he hadn’t turned on his flashlight. It would have to be far enough—she could feel her pee making a break for it. She flung her shorts and panties down again and once again got into her squat.
And just before she let go, she heard a splatter of intense peeing. It wasn’t her, though—not yet. And she realized Tam was peeing full blast just a few feet away. If she could hear him, he’d surely hear her. But her bladder, with a clear path to relief, ignored this consideration and started emptying out whether she liked it or not.
As the pressure blessedly eased, back down to “pleasantly full,” an image popped into her mind: Tam with his fly open and his weenie out. Wait, “weenie” sounds like I’m still in fifth grade. His penis. His cock…? Penis. Whatever. He had it out, in his hand, spraying. It had sounded a bit like a hose.
Wouldn’t it be fun to be playing with that?
The pressure of the pee still waiting to escape, plus the delicious thought of her hand on Tam’s… of her hand on Tam, anyway… sent a wave of arousal running through her, as delightful as the pee-relief itself. She’d slowed to a dribble, but now felt another gush coming.
Tam’s footsteps crunched a short distance and stopped. Was he… waiting for her? A moment later he started whistling, a little out of tune. She realized he was covering up the sound of her peeing.
Waiting but not listening. Or trying not to. OMG. This guy.
She finished up at last and got her clothes back into place, regretting she hadn’t had time to grab any toilet paper. She took a few steps towards him.
“Okay for me to turn the light back on?” he asked quietly.
“Sure.”
He shone the light at her feet. “I noticed you didn’t have your headlamp on. Thought we could share… how did you even get out here without one?”
“Not easily,” she said. “Nearly rolled my ankle. Thanks for thinking of me,” she added.
“I always—I mean, you’re welcome.”
“No, seriously, you are super-thoughtful. Gentlemanly,” she added, grinning. And impulsively she bent down to kiss his cheek. Just as she did, he turned to see what she was doing, and—
What she kissed was not his cheek. And he was kissing back.
They pulled back, eyes wide.
He reached up, turned his headlamp off again, and wrapped his arms around her. She picked him right up so he could reach her lips. The kiss lasted as long as her arm strength.
He sank back down to the ground reluctantly. “Whoa,” he whispered.
“Shit.” She was whispering too. “What are we gonna do now?”
“Find a stump or a rock or something for me to stand on.”
“Huh?”
“So we can do that again without breaking your wrists.”
“Can we?” She’d meant that to come out wondering, but instead it sounded pantingly eager. She tried again. “Can we? Is it allowed?”
“If we both want to—why not?”
“What about the kids?”
“They’re in bed.”
“I mean later.”
“Ah, you already want there to be a later, huh? Me too.” He wrapped his arms around her again, hugging tight. She realized his head was smashed up against her boobs. She hugged him back, bent down to kiss the top of his head, then whispered, “You know what I mean!”
“We know how to be professional,” he pointed out.
“But… it’s different, now…”
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since that first name game. Seems like you’ve been wanting to kiss me back. We’ve been totally professional the whole time. We’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”
“The kids will figure it out.”
“Probably. Does it matter, if we keep it clean around them?”
“… Maybe not.”
“Cool.” He reached up and touched her cheek. “Wanna find that rock?”
“I kinda want to go to bed.”
“Sorry, didn’t think…”
“Didn’t say I wanted to stop kissing.”
He chuckled, very very softly. “Works for me.”
When they were lying down, it was much easier; height was no longer a problem. Sleepiness, on the other hand, was a real issue.
“This is amazing,” Breen whispered, running a finger down his cheek. “I can’t believe this.”
“Can’t believe we waited this long.”
“I didn’t think we could, with the kids.”
“Are you kidding? The kids will love it. Half of them are pairing off already.”
“Are we gonna tell them?”
“Nah. But they’ll figure it out before long. We probably shouldn’t share a tent, though. Got to set that good example.”
“Darn.”
“I know. But I’ll be right here in the morning.”
“I can’t kiss you good morning, though.”
“Whenever you want to kiss me, just high-five me.”
“Mmm. Not the same, but I like it. Our secret.”
“Yeah. But if we can’t kiss good morning, we’d still better kiss goodnight. Long day tomorrow, too.”
The goodnight kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have. And then Tam slipped away into the dark.
Okay, Bree thought as she zipped up her sleeping bag, so this is happening.
Who knew something as innocent as a pee break in the woods could start something like this? Though really, it hadn’t been so innocent. Shorts down around my knees… how good a look did he really get? Definitely not good enough! And I want to get a good look at him… I’ve wanted to look at him since that very first day… mmmm, without clothes on, too…
She fell asleep remembering their kiss.
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Whew, finally some pee stuff! If you slogged through all that, I hope you enjoyed it. End of story one -- more to come. Eventually! |
Michael had just pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant waiting for Jay and Claire to come out when he saw the two stepping out of the building and returning to the car.
"That was quick," Michael said as Jay and Claire hopped inside the car.
"We didn't go!" Jay told him. "That bathroom was too nasty!"
"It was the most disgusting place I've ever seen," Claire added.
"Well," Michael shrugged, "we really can't stop now. So you two have to hold it now."
So Michael continued on the highway. He drove for 50 minutes, and everyone was silent throughout the drive.
While Claire resisted desperation for the toilet, Jay was still writhing desperately. Michael watched as Jay crossed her legs together tightly. She was quivering wildly. When she gave Michael the look, the latter shook his head.
"I told you, Jay," Michael told his wife, "You're gonna have to wait until we make our destination."
"But Michael, I really have to pee!" Jay complained as she continued bouncing up and down on her seat with her legs crossed tightly.
"I told you you should have went when you were at the restaurant!" Michael replied.
"And I told you that bathroom was disgusting!" Jay shot back.
"Why can't you just think of something dry?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, sure," Jay said sarcastically. "That would help a lot!"
"Look at Claire," Michael said pointing at Claire. "She was just as desperate as you are now and she's holding it."
"Did Claire drink four bottles of water in one setting?!" Jay asked.
"You drank four bottles?!" Michael asked astonishingly.
"I needed to stay hydrated during the road trip!" Jay shouted angrily.
"Well you could have just waited until you felt dehydrated to drink just one bottle!" Michael shouted back. "I mean is being dehydrated really worse than having to take a piss?"
"Just find a nearby exit so I can pee!" Jay demanded.
"Ooh, you're out of luck, Jay," Michael told her. "Because the next exit is about 40 miles away. We're right in the middle of the freeway."
"Are you kidding me?!" Jay shrieked in frustration, "40 miles until the next exit?! I have to pee!"
"Then hold it!" Michael told her.
"I can't hold it!" Jay shouted. "I had been holding it for four hours now!"
"Four hours?!" Michael asked. "You mean to tell me that you never thought about using the bathroom since the first minute we were at home?!"
"I gotta pee, Michael!" Jay told him bouncing up and down in desperation. "I gotta pee!"
"I told you, Jay," Michael told her. "You'll have to wait until I get to the next exit!"
"I can't wait that long!" Jay shouted. "And I can't hold it any longer! Pull over, Michael!"
"What?" Michael asked.
"Pull over!" Jay repeated.
"For what?!" Michael asked.
"Because I gotta pee!" Jay declared. "Pull over right now!"
"I can't stop this car!" Michael protested. "We're in the middle of the highway!"
"I don't care, Michael!" Jay screamed. "Pull this car over so I can get out and pee!"
"Forget it," Michael told her. "I'm going until we get to our final destination."
"Oooohh, I can feel it coming!" Jay whined holding on tightly to her lower regions. "I'm gonna burst!"
"Fine!" Michael said pulling the car over. "But for public potty breaks, it would cost you $100."
"$100?" Jay asked making a face. "You gotta be kidding me!"
"Take it or leave it!" Michael told her. "If you don't want wet trousers, you better pay up right now."
"Fine!" Jay grumbled pulling out her wallet and taking a hundred dollar bill out of it to put in Michael's palm. "Can't believe I'm being hustled by my own husband!"
Jay quickly jumped out of the car and ran to the bushes up ahead. She could feel the liquid on its way to exit out of her lower regions. Her urethra felt as if it was constricted by some rope. She was walking quickly, but awkwardly, waddling like a crab.
Finally, Jay made it behind the bushes. She looked around as she started unfastening her belt. She then pulled down her pants to the bottom of her thighs, squatted down, and began to pee.
Jay let out a relieving sigh as she started peeing. The smooth breeze in the air felt cold on her big bare butt. Jay didn't care. She was just satisfied that she made it without wetting her pants.
Little did she know, however, Michael was recording her peeing, getting a great shot of her big bare butt as she continued peeing. Jay didn't bother looking back.
Four minutes had passed, and Jay could still feel the urine pouring out of her. She couldn't believe she was still peeing. Her bare butt felt as if it was about to freeze. She could still feel the cold chill bumps on her butt.
"Lord, my butt is so cold!" she complained. "I shouldn't have drank so damn much!"
The kids in the backseat were feeling tired. "Mom sure has been peeing for a very long time," Claire groaned impatiently.
"I didn't know she could pee for so long," Kady replied.
"I hope you ain't looking at me, Michael!" Jay called as she continued peeing.
"Not at all, honey!" Michael lied recording his wife peeing. "We can't see you behind them bushes!"
"Good!" Jay shouted. "Because it's been four minutes since I started going! Just close your eyes when you hand me the toilet paper once I'm finished!"
"Sure, honey!" Michael called out. "Hey kids, reach inside the trunk and hand me the toilet paper!"
Kady reached in the trunk and stepped out of the car door to throw Michael a row of toilet paper.
Jay continued peeing for one more minute until she let the last drops of urine out of her. "Finally!" she shouted in relief. "I'm finished now, Michael! Just close your eyes and walk over to me to hand me the toilet paper!"
"Sure thing, honey!" Michael replied walking up to his wife still recording the rear view of her bare butt as she stayed in a squatting position.
Michael tossed the toilet paper to Jay, which landed right in front of her. "Thanks, Michael!" she called.
Jay grabbed the toilet paper, rolled about twenty sheets around her hand, and tore it apart. She used the sheets to wipe thoroughly from behind and dropped the sheets to the ground.
"Now that's much better," Jay sighed.
She stood up straight and pulled her panties and pants up around her waist, barely stuffing her big butt through them as she fastened her belt. Jay picked up the roll of toilet paper and saw a thick, long trail of her pee running through the grass like a river. It was about five feet long as it continued streaming.
"Damn, that's a hell of a piss I made there!" Jay told herself stepping around the absurdly long trail of yellow urine.
She finally made it to the car. "I cannot believe it took you five minutes to finish peeing," Michael told her.
"I told you I had to pee!" Jay protested. "And my butt is still cold from that cold wind blowing through it."
"Whatever," Michael replied. "Let's just get back on the road. I don't want the police pulling me over for pulling over on a highway!"
"Mommy, how were you able to pee for so long?" Kady asked Jay.
"By having too much to drink, that's how, sweetheart," Jay told her.
"I think I'm gonna drink a lot of water to see if I can pee longer than you," Kady said.
"Hey," Michael demanded. "We don't need to be talking about peeing. Everyone does it. It's to get the water out of us."
When Michael grabbed a cup of his water and tried to drink from the straw, he took a massive sniff of it and held his nose in disgust.
"This water smells like pee!" he said making a face. "What the hell did those employees at the restaurant put in this?!"
When Michael and Jay looked around, they spotted Claire making a guilty face. She just knew that her parents had caught on and knew exactly why the cup smelled like pee.
"I see why you were able to hold it yourself," Jay told her guilty daughter as Claire continued looking nervous.
Michael, however, didn't say anything and just simply tossed the cup out of the window. He then started the engine and continued driving on the highway.
The End |
Edythe loved the night. It was the only time she could do what she wanted. It was the only time Father and Mother let her out to play. During the day, she had to stay inside and rest, away from the sun that would render her into nothing. All her life, she’d only experienced the outside world in the cover of darkness, and for most of her life, that had meant she’d been very bored. Playgrounds and amusement parks would be closed by the time Edythe got to them, other children tucked away in bed.
Because, those children had all been human. Edythe was a vampire. Growing up, her days were filled with sleep, and nights filled mainly with being homsechooled by her Mother. She’d taught her all the basic things she’d need to know; reading, writing, math… But, most importantly Mother had taught Edythe that she needed to remain hidden. Humans feared vampires. Even ones as harmless as Edythe. Edythe did not want to feed off their blood. She fed only off animals, something she knew humans did themselves all the time. She wasn’t so different just because she couldn’t get a tan since the sun would destroy her, or apply make-up correctly because she couldn’t see her reflection.
But, while Edythe and her family meant people no harm, the mere fact that they existed at all was frightening. If anyone were to find out what Edythe was, people may try to hunt her and her family down.
It was easy to keep herself hidden when she was growing up, since she interacted with humans so infrequently. Everyone her age was asleep before she could leave her house. But, once she became an adult and was at last old enough to partake in the typical activities of the nightlife, it was harder. Suddenly, she had people to talk to, people that could see her. She trained herself to laugh and smile with her mouth shut to conceal her fangs, and to keep her upper lip pressed tight against her teeth whenever she spoke. Soon, it was easier, and all anyone saw when they looked at her was a regular young woman, who at the most was just unusually pale.
At night, she went to bars and clubs, she saw movies, she talked to people, she made friends. She was happy, and after a few months, stopped worrying herself about being caught.
But, one night, she was faced with a new challenge. She’d drank a couple cups of cow blood before going out that night, then headed to the bar. While she was only supposed to drink blood, partaking in other beverages while she was in bars helped her appear more normal. But, since her system was only really meant to process blood, this meant that anything else would just go straight through her. None of it was actually needed by her body, so all of it was cast out pretty quickly. So, what she usually did was get one drink and then steadily nurse it through the night, only taking occasional sips.
Tonight, though? Tonight she must have left her brain at home or something, because she’d downed multiple drinks. Multiple drinks all filtering through her much too efficient system. Why did she do that? She must have been hypnotized by the cute bartender, that was it. He just kept talking to her about all the drinks he knew how to make, and Edythe had been struck by the peculiar desire to keep him near her, so she kept asking for more and more, and now all those drinks were settled in her bladder. What an idiotic thing to do!
She glanced in the direction of the restrooms. She’d never actually been inside a public toilet before. It looked like they must have been popular places, though. Because one of the ones here had a really huge line in front of it. She’d only seen a line that big before outside of a dance club once. She wondered why that was. Maybe certain public restrooms had something extra exciting in them and that’s why so many were lined up in front of that one, but not the other?
She was curious about what might be in there that was so enticing to people, but she really, really needed to pee and that took priority. So, she’d go into the other restroom that didn’t have a line, even if that meant it probably wasn’t as fun. She stood from the bar, wincing as all the drinks inside her bladder rushed downward. It felt like she had to go ten times worse now than she had when she’d been sitting down. She hobbled on shaky legs towards the restroom that didn’t have a line and pushed the door open, breathing out a sigh of relief that all this liquid would be out of her soon. She’d get to sit down on a toilet and just relax.
“Hey, what are you doing in here?” A voice demanded.
Edythe looked up, confused. The room looked different than she’d expected. Instead of a toilet, bathtub and sink like the restroom at home, this one had a long row of sinks with several mirrors above them against one wall. Then, a row of cubes with doors on them against another. And a third row of weird things that looked kind of like sinks. The cute bartender was standing really close to one of the weird things, his face was super, super red.
For a second, Edythe was terrified. Were her fangs visible? Could he tell what she was? Was that why he was upset? He did look pretty freaked out…
He continued to speak to her, forcing a laugh, “Wr—Wrong one, miss.”
Edythe blinked slowly a few times. Wrong what? she wondered. The bartender was on the other side of the room, and after a few seconds her enhanced hearing picked up on the faint sound of something trickling from over there and she realized he was using that funny-sink-thing to do the same thing she was needing to do.
That was weird. How was he doing that with his clothes still up and everything? Her curiosity was piqued, but her bladder throbbed and reminded her of the task at hand. She couldn’t figure out how the bartender was going in that weird sink, and realized she needed to find a normal toilet. It looked like there weren’t any in here unless one was inside one of those door-cubes, and the bartender really seemed to want her to leave for some reason… So, she stepped back out.
She did a little dance in place as she looked at the line for the other restroom. She realized now that that line only had girls in it. So, maybe men and women were supposed to use different restrooms here? That wasn’t how it was at home, she and her Mother used the same toilet Father used. But, the rules outside and the rules inside were always different, it seemed.
After staring at the line for a few more seconds, Edythe came to the conclusion that these rules were unfair. The bartender was able to pee right away, but she had to wait in this really long line to do it? Why? She sighed and got in place in the back. Now that she had fewer things to feel curious about, her bladder seemed to be throbbing much more intensely. She couldn’t think of much else. She had to go, she had to go, she had to go!
She was rocking back and forth on her heels, jiggling on her toes, twisting one leg over the other, bouncing up and down… Nothing seemed to quell the urge. So many drinks were straining to get out, it almost felt like something in her was going to explode. She looked down and realized there was an urgent bump in her midsection. Not only did she feel like she was coming apart at the seams, she looked like it, too!
As the line moved forward very slowly, a couple drips slipped into her panties. Edythe kept squirming, her hands now pressed tightly into her skirt as she told herself she could hold it. She wished the bartender hadn’t made her leave the other room. She could have tried to pee in the weird sink. That would have at least been better than going in her clothes as she waited in this dumb line! She thought back to the other room and how confusing it had been. Where had the toilet been that she’d needed so much? Just those weird sinks, the door-cubes, the regular sinks, and the mirro—
The mirrors.
She didn’t show up in mirrors.
Everyone knew that vampires didn’t show up in mirrors.
If she was in front of one, and somebody noticed that her reflection wasn’t showing up, they’d know what she was. They’d hurt her. They’d hunt her and her family down!
She rapidly went back over her actions in that room. She’d only been in the doorway, and the bartender hadn’t even been looking towards the mirrors. She hadn’t messed up there. But, what if there were mirrors in this restroom, too? Could she get to the toilet without passing by them and risking someone noticing?
She really, really hoped so!
But, she particularly hoped she could get to the toilet at all before she had an accident. Her hands were pressing even more firmly against herself now. Even still, a spurt of liquid had seeped past her clenched hold. She felt the warmth trickling against her palms and whimpered.
A couple of the girls in front of her turned around at the sound. One of them gave her a sympathetic look. “Do you really have to go?”
Edythe nodded frantically. She couldn’t remember ever having to go this much! This was more than she’d ever held before and it was already coming out!
“You can go ahead of me, if you want,” the girl said, stepping aside.
Edythe looked at her gratefully and hobbled forward. “Th—Thank you,” she said.
“No problem,” the other girl told her. “Everybody’s been there before.”
Edythe continued to bob up and down in place, clutching herself for all she was worth. Soon, the line had moved forward enough she could actually enter the restroom. She’d thought that meant she’d be able to use the toilet finally, but no. There was still more of the line inside.
This restroom was different than the one the bartender had been in. There weren’t any funny sinks, and there were a couple more door cubes. Girls were jiggling and twisting their legs as they stared eagerly at these doors. There were some gaps at the bottoms of the door cubes, and Edythe looked at them. She could see the bottoms of toilets and girls shoes as they seated themselves upon them. She could also hear what was almost a symphony of streams hissing into the bowls.
She cursed her enhanced hearing ability. She could hear every trickle, every drop, every bit of relief the girls in those cubes were getting as they did the thing she was absolutely dying to do.
But, having to listen to that wasn’t even the worst part!
The worst part was that there were mirrors here! And, they were directly across from all the door-cubes. There was no way Edythe could get inside of one without passing a mirror, and there were so many people in here, one of them was bound to notice that her reflection was absent.
If she tried to get to one of those toilets, she’d be found out. Her whole family would be in terrible danger, then.
She couldn’t do that to them.
She bolted from the line, and dashed through the bar out onto the street. Then, she realized what she’d done. She’d saved herself from the potential of being found out, sure, but she’d also given up her only hope of relief, and her bladder was shrieking with a sick frenzy. It wasn’t going to hold all this much longer. This was way more liquid than she’d ever had inside her all at once, and her muscles were losing strength fast. Drips and trickles were beginning to slowly trail down her legs.
What could she do? What could she do?
She could… Change herself into a bat and fly back home! Yeah, she’d go somewhere secluded where nobody would see her, transform, and… No. No, that was an awful idea. When she turned herself into a bat, she’d get smaller. Everything would get smaller. Including her bladder.
She’d already made the mistake of transforming when she’d sort of needed to pee once before, and even that had been too much for her smaller form to hold. Now, when she was so desperate her fangs were floating, if she transformed she’d have an accident immediately.
She’d learned during that previous experience, that once she changed back, the evidence of her wetting would be visible on her clothing. Plus, since she was still learning how to transform, she was only able to remain in her bat-form for a few minutes at a time anyway. She’d lose control of her bladder, and then return to her normal body covered in urine. That wouldn’t work!
Was there somewhere she could go out here? Maybe she could pee in something that wasn’t a toilet. Was that something you could do? It must have been, toilets haven’t been around forever. What else could she use? She looked up and down the street, her eyes coming to rest on an alleyway. She hobbled over in that direction, losing more threads and dribbles into her panties as she went. Her hands still cupping herself for dear life, she examined the alleyway she now found herself in.
There was a pretty small trash can. It was low enough to the ground that she could probably sit on it pretty easily. Was that allowed? Her bladder didn’t seem to care if it was or not, it had given out the instant she’d first thought about it. She was peeing in earnest now. No longer just a few desperate leaks, but an uncontrollable gush that wouldn’t stop no matter how firmly she pressed her hands into herself. Her hands were rapidly becoming drenched, her panties soaked through. In an instant, she gave up. She tugged her panties to the ground as they grew damper and damper, then placed herself on top of the trash can as best she could.
It was a little hard to balance, and her feet didn’t quite touch the ground from where she was, but she didn’t have to hold her bladder anymore and that was enough to make it feel like Heaven. Since the can had been so empty, she didn’t have to worry about something gross touching her anywhere, but it also meant that her pee pouring against the metal was unfathomably loud. Even if her hearing hadn’t been as powerful as it was, she still would have been able to hear it practically echo.
She couldn’t bring herself to care about that, though; She was peeing. It felt like she’d been waiting for days to be able to do that. Her bladder began to slowly deflate, all that fullness and all that liquid spraying against the metal of the trash can with more force than she’d thought possible. “Ohhhhhh, yesssss….” She moaned, her mouth falling completely open as her eyes almost rolled back in her head.
After about a minute, Edythe was stunned that she was still going. She’d never had a pee last this long before. Part of her wondered if it was endless, but honestly, she didn’t think she’d mind if it never stopped. She’d never, ever felt this mind-numbingly good before. Finally, a few last streams pelted the metal below her, and she was empty. She stood up, realizing that there was nothing here she could use to wipe herself.
But, her panties were drenched anyway. It didn’t exactly matter. She had to go home and change either way. She pulled her underpants back up, wincing at the clammy, wet feeling of them between her thighs. She gave another sigh. At least that was over, and nobody had found out she was a vampire…
She started out of the alleyway, and bumped into the cute bartender from earlier. She froze. How long had he been out here? “O—Oh,” she stammered.
“Um… Hi,” he said. “I… Saw you running out of the bar, and thought maybe… Something had happened. I wanted to say that if you really had to go, you could use the men’s, but I guess you… Uh… Found somewhere else…”
Edythe felt her pale cheeks heat and assumed they were filling with color for the first time ever.
“I wasn’t, like, watching you…” He stuttered. “It’s just… I thought I saw… Um… Do… Do you have fangs?”
Edythe stared at him for a moment. She must have opened her mouth to wide at some point when she’d been moaning uncontrollably like that. He’d seen them. He’d seen her fangs. He knew. Could she deny it? Claim it was a trick of the light? Say he was a pervert for looking at her closely enough to even notice? “Uh… Yes,” she said, finally. The jig was up. She’d doomed her family all because she couldn’t hold her pee.
Instead of looking terrified, the bartender just smiled. “Cool,” he said. “I love body-mods. Who did that for you?”
Edythe was very confused. What were body-mods? Still, it sounded like he thought her fangs weren’t something she’d been born with and thus, he hadn’t figured out that she was a vampire. Crisis averted. “Um… I don’t remember?” she offered.
“Aw,” he frowned. “Well, if you do remember where you had that done, try and let me know, okay?”
“Sure.” |
I am moving this from the account I have on deviantart.com because I found out in their privacy policy that "no depictions of urine" are allowed there (understandable). So, here we are. If you want to get the preceeding fictions by chieftaindan and splashfics, you can, but I am no longer providing links to those literary works directly.
===ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST===
Chapter 01: A Vacation
Hello! I’m finally starting on this after writing down a plan. Anyway, shoutout to chieftaindan on Amy’s Pee Spree, and splashfics who fanfictioned a sequel: Amy’s “Second Wind.” Those two stories are precursors to this short starting chapter. It is short partially because I planned out a rather long story and don’t want to burn out trying to get it all down, but also because while writing it I needed to pee...
Amy couldn’t understand it. She was sitting in her bathroom on Friday evening, reading a business email while she had her weekly pee, and had been pissing for about half an hour whilst trying to comprehend it. She usually would’ve moved on to cat videos by now, which made her laugh and thus finish pissing sooner. Though it sometimes made a water mess, she still liked to do it anyway because of how amazing it felt to pee even harder than her usual when she laughed.
But right now she was mostly just confused, almost as much as an average woman would be if they were having her bladder to pee with right now.
The email, no matter how much she tried to interpret it otherwise, was an alert that she was being given a complementary three day employee appreciation vacation to Otherland, all expenses paid. It wasn’t a scam, it was her job’s company email. She even clicked the link, which took her to her company’s employee-only page, verifying what she had read. How was this possible after only two weeks of workmanship? Amy was good, but was she that good?
Surely this was a mistake. Nobody gets that much plush from their employer, do they?
Plush. That reminded her of how she had left her last job. So much peeing in so many places...
*Sigh*
She was already wondering about doing a pee spree again. Not quite like last time where it was an act of revenge, though. She had readily felt very guilty about that. She almost wanted to go back and check to make sure everything was alright with the hotel, but that would probably give her away. She wrote her former employer’s wife a card, though.
But she still wanted to pee in extraordinary places.
She had filled all the watertight containers in her own apartment a few times, which was fun, but it wasn’t NEARLY enough capacity to empty a week’s worth of pee. If she drank extra, it might not even hold a day’s worth coming from her kidneys. She wanted to DO something with all that pee, not just shoot it down the white porcelain black-hole every Friday night like she didn’t appreciate her bladder’s amazingly well done work to keep her dry. But here she was, giving it no special treatments or challenges whatsoever, just emptying a tiny ONE week’s worth of pee into the drain.
She was finishing up already.
Drat, was she training her bladder to hold less? Desperately, she searched on her phone for videos of water and pee. Thankfully, a tickle soon appeared, and with some focused promotion, a full fledged blast came jetting out for another seventeen minutes.
“There. I knew you wouldn’t let me finish so soon,” she cooed affectionately to her bladder as she continued to pee like a series of elephants, assuming they actually pee that much. Now, to think about that vacation…
Meanwhile, some miles away in the town, a man was making a phone call after returning home from the lab.
“Yes, they sent the email. She’ll be coming your way soon.”
“…”
“Heh, if they ever do find out, it’ll be in the next millennium.”
“..!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll cover some tracks, but…”
“- …: ..!”
“Don’t worry, they won’t find anything.”
“… ..”
“I’ll see that she gets to the airport.”
“..”
“Good luck.” *Clunk!*
Chapter 02: Golden Cab
With a smile on her face, Amy stepped outside the airport. It had been a pretty mild flight, except for when she had been selected for secondary screening, and now here she was in Lapis, Otherland. Incidentally, so was about a kilolitre and a half of pee that she had saved up before and during the flight, just in case of a special occasion (hence her accidental smirking when clearance had mentioned the 8 oz liquid limit, hence the secondary). Heading out to the row of taxis, one cab driver in particular got out and came to her directly. He looked kind, but a little anxious.
“ACMEcab inc, may I take your bags, ma’am?”
Amy was confused, but gladly accepted help. She had rather overpacked. “Uhh, sure. I’m going to the Blanxton Motel..?”
“Blanxton Motel,” he repeated, “I know the way. Kind of an obscure little place at the edge of town. Nice view, though.” He hurriedly packed her bags in the trunk, then made one last look around before helping her into the cab. Something Told Amy to be wary about the situation, so as she got in, she checked that the child protection lock on the door was off. It was, and the door opened from the inside quite easily. The driver didn’t notice this check as he got in, and they were soon zipping along through low use roads.
“This wouldn’t be the route I would’ve thought of taking,” Amy commented, turning to look outside and around them. Although they were in semi-homogenous suburbs, some of the building styles were very beautiful, and she even saw a family or two outside. There were a couple nicer cars driving around here too, which was unexpected for such an area.
“Yeah, I know, right? Less traffic this way. Besides, I wouldn’t wanna spoil the sights for you while you’re on jet lag.” Amy couldn’t argue, the two second delay in most of her actions was preventative of sight seeing. “So, this your first time flying?”
“Yeah,” she answered, “How’d you know?”
“You look kinda full back there.” For a moment Amy thought that he was somehow referring to her bladder (which was feeling rather full with all the ups and downs of the road, and with her feeling so weary from the flight), then realized he was talking about her luggage.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, embarrassed.
“Don’t worry,” he encouraged her, “It’s an easy error to make. You should’ve seen… my early packing.” Amy didn’t understand why he had suddenly paused and gotten more quiet. She realized for the first time that he did not have an Otherlandian accent, and what’s more that she thought he was cute.
But soon she was distracted by something else. An expensive car she was sure she had seen at least twice earlier had just appeared for the third time, and appeared to be loosely following them. She noted that the frontal windows were tinted. “You have a good time, alright?” the driver added in his usual tone. Amy changed the subject.
“Can you take a right here?” she said. The car had repeatedly weaved in and out of the houses on their left, so maybe it was looking for something over there.
“Umm, sure,” the driver said, and turned.
Amy watched carefully, and sure enough, like a dreaming urge to pee, the same car slowly reappeared, following them on the left. She turned around, and took a deep, shaky breath as she subconsciously crossed her legs. They definitely were being followed. On top of that, all that stress was making her bladder contract, and she now needed to pee rather badly.
Amy began searching for options to escape the ominous unknowns behind them, but what could she do? Was she absolutely sure this cab driver could be trusted?
“Hey,” he asked unexpectedly, “did I leave my company manual under the front passenger’s seat?” Amy bent over to check, but as she did, she heard the sound of shattered glass above her twice. The cab driver swerved to the right unexpectedly, and picked up speed. “Get back up!” the driver said briefly.
“What happe…” Amy started, before looking at the rear window and seeing two large shatter marks emitting from single points on the glass. Turning to look behind them, she saw the tailing car follow them down an alley, and a figure leaning out of it aiming a pistol at her?!?!
That was too much. Without thinking, Amy started screaming, though somewhere in her mind she noticed that it seemed to be half from her mouth and half in her lower body.
“Brace yourself,” the cab driver said, and made a series of illegal turns that took them onto a wider street. Amy leaned forward and grabbed the two seats in front of her, still yelling at the top of her lungs. “Please stop screaming,” the driver added with a sharp quick tone. A third shot struck them on metal. He picked up speed, then said, “Put your head between your knees: Brace for impact.” Amy began to do so, but immediately discovered something that would have been alarming if she had discovered it earlier.
She was wetting herself, hard. She whimpered in dismay, but a sudden jerk of deceleration convinced her to obey anyway. She continued to pee, all over her lower head, unable to regain control. Thankfully, most of the stream was actually getting caught by her panties and skirt, flowing onto the floor from there.
*Wham!* They rear-ended the other vehicle. The cab driver began to accelerate again, and took a turn off the main road. “Sorry about your luggage,” the driver said. Amy got up, ready to stop being peed on, but she noticed rather quickly that she had a lot to be thankful for. The passenger bay floor was already well over an inch deep in pee, a small waterfall pouring from her.
“What’s that noise?” the driver asked, confused.
“It’s my pee!” Amy answered helplessly.
“Your what?”
“My pee. I pee in ridiculously huge amounts!” she yelled as they overturned some garbage cans, the other car not too far behind.
“Drat,” he said, “we’re too light to damage their car much. We need to get out of here. How?” *Bang!* another shot hit the glass.
Amy turned around and screamed nonsensically, “Why are you shooting me?! What have I done?!”
“They’re not shooting at you, they’re shooting at me,” the driver interjected, “Cappuccino wants you alive, and this proves it. These are local mercs, which means they’re dumb, but not dumb enough to shoot at me while your in the left hand seat.” The shooting outside continued. “They needed you to come here so they could kidnap you, which is why they sent you that vacation.”
Amy stood still a moment in shock, trying to lean over and avoid bullets. “So this whole vacation is a lie? But what about my company’s email?”
“Cappuccino has men that could’ve hacked into the system and made it look like a glitch. That they can do from anywhere in the world, so he picks the best.” The driver stopped explaining as a wave of pee overflowed onto his feet. He looked over his shoulder a moment, then asked off topic, “How’d you hold that much?!”
“I pee A LOT,” was the despairing answer.
“Bit it’s not possible…” he started to say, and trailed off.
“I overflowed a swimming pool this month,” Amy explained. The driver looked back at her in utter disbelief, but as he saw the growing tide on the floor now submerging his shoes, he began to accept the notion that she was holding far more pee than she possibly could but somehow still was, and started making a plan.
“Keep peeing,” he said, “I’ve got an idea.” With that, he made a move towards a different part of the area with more hills.
“Wha-what do you mean?” Amy asked, helplessly obeying him.
“How much do you think you can fill this car?”
Well, that was unexpected.
“Uhh, to the top I guess,” she answered, starting to regain control over her bladder. She was beginning to notice that none of the bullets had penetrated the glass, and suspected it must be bullet proof.
“Alright,” he confirmed, “We don’t have time for that, but if you can get us to about half full with… pee (?!?!)… by the time we reach those hills, I think we can rear end these people hard enough to do some damage.” Amy looked down at her bladder, just beginning to shut off from regaining of control.
“Alright,” she said. She pulled down her panties, and pissed for dear life. Harder and harder she peed, soon reaching her record speed of about 60 lpm. For once in her life, Amy actually needed to pee much harder than her usual. She pushed with all her might. Her face was blushed, her back was pressing hard against the seat, and she was groaning and squirming with the effort as the pee shot out like an industrial water cannon.
Then she realized that the driver’s seat was deforming to the force of her jet. It was not hard backed, and that meant the cab driver was feeling every minute of this.
With a loud, “aaAahaAAAH!” Amy’s sudden naughty thought motivated her bladder to new heights, letting her pee about 1.25x harder than before, and a little later that much again, until she was peeing at about 160% her usual strength (and she felt like there was still more she could do still). But before that, the pee had already risen up and caught the stream, her crotch soon underwater. This slowed the erotic sense down. Thankfully, however, she remained at about 160%, and after they had gained some distance up a one way street on a hill, the driver shouted, “Now!”
Amy braced for impact (taking a deep breath first out of necessity as while the driver was only up to his waist, she was up to her shoulders in pee). With a gigantic slosh that submerged the dashboard momentarily, they stopped, then went into reverse, aiming for the other car. The trailers tried to avoid the shot, but not well enough considering the damage it would do to their vehicle. *WHAM!!* Amy felt pee flow past her closed eyes as their momentum offset her sense of balance, which frankly made her urethra a little nervous, and she started losing a little control again. Then she felt the car swerve around, and rose up out of her pee just in time to see the driver, now on the low end of the car, fumble for the door handle. He had been planning to drain it out this way, but obviously had misestimated just how much she had peed (having only a “front seat view,” she thought humorously). He did finally get the door open, and about 160-180 gallons of pee washed out onto the pavement. Amy gave an amazed/relieved sigh as she slowly regained control from the dizziness, and noted that the bad guys car was totaled. She didn’t have much time to look though as they were already driving away, towards something other than the Blanxton Motel. The driver was baffled.
Amy finally asked, “So, who are you, anyway?”
“CIA agent,” he answered, “My name’s Lawrence.” He turned around and smiled, though Amy could plainly see his veiled shock at her amazing bladder. Then, unexpectedly, he made a slight confused look downward, and rapidly turned away from her with a somber expression on his face. Before Amy could ask why, he explained in the rearview mirror, “You… forgot to pull up your panties.”
Thank goodness she was wearing a skirt.
Chapter 03: Kidnapping
By the time the two had arrived at the beach house Lawrence had selected as a temporary stopping place for the night, it was nearing sunset. They were several miles from the airport or Blanxton, and had switched cars to help cover their tracks (and because the smell in the previous cab had been overwhelming, although strangely it did not smell quite like average pee as Lawrence pointed out, using public restrooms as an example. Amy had always assumed the pee in there was stagnant or something).
Arriving at the garage, Lawrence pointed a general-purpose looking device at the garage door, and pressed a couple buttons. It began to emit a series of beeps, upon one of which the door opened. He pressed a red stop button, and the device halted the sequence.
“Did you just break into a garage?” Amy asked.
“Yes and no,” Lawrence answered, “This house is rented by the agency under a civilian alias. When an agent needs to use it, we have the tools to get in. The agency gets notified after the fact, so I don’t have to ask for keys to stay the night.”
“Oh, good,” Amy said, shifting her weight, and not quite paying solid attention. All the adrenaline from earlier was still having its effects: It had either made her bladder tighten up and become temporarily more sensitive, made her process water a lot faster than usual, or probably both. Regardless, she was feeling an unusually finicky urge to pee, though it was thankfully nowhere near a state of emergency yet.
After Lawrence had gotten all the doors rekeyed and bypassed the security system, Amy discovered to her dismay that there was only one bathroom. Lawrence saw her frustration and offered to let her shower first, but that was not the problem. It was her massive but currently out-of-sorts bladder. On any other day, the lone bathroom would have been no problem. But after that morning, she wasn’t sure if she could make it all the way through his shower. Her frightened bladder seemed a bit unpredictable right now, and even if he was a nice guy, she was not going to pee next to him while he was both completely naked and an almost-complete stranger.
But there was no way she was going to make him wait and chafe while she went pee for who knows how long.
With courageous determination, she insisted he go first, and that she was fine. Thankfully, he accepted without seeming to perceive her reasons.
But she needed to pee.
Amy was actually crossing her legs, and when Lawrence turned on the shower, she declared a state of emergency. Something about the shower head was making a loud splattering noise, and she could hear Lawrence saying something that sounded like it might be damaged. She didn’t wait to clarify though, she couldn’t wait. Her bladder was too nervous and full to hold on much longer. Squirming wildly, she waddled into the kitchen, hoping for a sink. Of course, there was one. She lifted her leg to climb up on the counter…
“AAAAAH!” *Danger!*
Forget that idea. She would have the floor soaked long before she even got up there. Desperate, she went back out to the living room to see if there was any way of peeing that she’d missed.
The hot tub out on the balcony.
The glass door was open in seconds, and with a great effort, she got the cover off the tub without leaking. Thankfully, there was a sort of step ladder for getting into the tub, so once she actually did have to spread her legs much, she was already over the - WHEEEE!!!
*Splat! Rrrumble!* as her pee hit the plastic bottom of the empty hot tub. It felt sooo wonderful to be peeing, she almost fell, and loosely slumped down into the hot tub seat, slowly being covered in warm piss.
This was much nicer than the taxi had been.
The pee deflected off of her seat and hit the other side of the tub with a noticeable splashing. It filled up past her shoes (which she slowly kicked off),
then up her calves (which tickled a little),
then caught her stream on the in-between place (yikes! The warmth made her want to pee more), and slowly warmth-ed its way up her belly. It had been chilly drying off in the cars with the windows open, and this “hot bath” was just what she needed.
But…
Her stream was slowing down. She could feel it. As the pee edged to the top of the pool, it got slower and slower, until it finally stopped about an inch before the edge, just over her shoulders.
“Huh, you’re kidding me,” she said wearily (for the exact opposite reason that most people would say it if their pee had just overfilled a hot tub), but she didn’t really care just then. The strange un-pee-like smell around her actually was comforting now that it was not so strong, and whatever was in her felt good to her skin. Maybe she could stay there for awhile. Wearily, she reached over and turned the heating system on. Good, the pee was a bit warmer than the default setting, so she wouldn’t overheat during the night. She slowly closed her eyes, her head falling back on the cushioned edge of the tub, and wondered if Lawrence would be done soon…
“Alright, I’m out!” Lawrence said as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel over his face. “Listen, uhh, after you wash, do you want supper? Or are you just gonna go to…”
He stopped when he saw Amy asleep in the hot tub, the lights glowing softly around her. She looked so serene and peaceful.
Yes, she could stay there for the night. She wouldn’t fall. He would just sleep on the couch with his gun in case she needed anything.
Funny though, they usually didn’t leave the hot tubs filled when no-one was staying here, but he was sure the beach house was unused. He would have to check that…
In Amy’s Dreamworld…
Amy was lying in a coffin after living she wasn’t sure how long, but it had been a good earthly life. Lawrence, her old buddy from that one vacation she had with the beach house in Otherland, was doing a speech, and it was really nice. All her coworkers were there, and even her boss who hadn’t changed a bit in like, 60 years (alright, maybe his hair was grey).
The coffin was unusually hard, so she supposed the pillows must be cheaper than they looked, but it was nice and warm, strangely.
Thing was she needed to pee.
Now how’s a dead person supposed to get up and go to the bathroom? She would have to wait until the service was over, then she could go Home, but for now she had to wait. But, she needed to pee sooo badly, and it hardly mattered anyway. Maybe she could just let a little pee slip. Before she knew it, she was already wetting, heavily. Thankfully, the warm clothes seemed to be quite thick as well, slowing the pee down, but she realized to her dismay that, her body being dead, she had no control to stop. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to worry about drowning either. That was a relief. But what about the coffin overfilling? It would flow all over the front. Bother! She was going to indirectly pee all over Lawrence’s shoes! His nice, neat, CIA shoes and socks that he had just managed to get the stain out from last time. Already the pee was peeking up over the edges of the padding, (though somehow not submerging her head… oh, yes, the coffin must be tilted), and it began to spill out in Ernest soon after. She could hear it flowing down the stage, and then… how awful! Lawrence stopped, obviously shocked and sad about his shoes. The entire crowd gasped with shock (and some amazement), and there was a silence as pee continued to make trickling noises as it flowed thickly into the aisles.
But suddenly there was a feeling of relief (emotionally, that is). It was like Lawrence had been disbelieved or verbally trapped before, and now everyone knew and understood at once just how much Amy really could pee, and Lawrence was vindicated. For those who already knew the story, the event was a nostalgic reminder. Conversation resumed in the chapel, but Amy somehow knew Lawrence was just quietly smiling, looking at his wetted shoes…
Amy woke up slowly, and the dream faded away.
She discovered to her confusion that she was still in the warm hot tub, and thinking it should be cooled off by now. Then she remembered that the tub was turned on. That seemed to explain the warmth, until she noticed that the reading on the thermometer was more than two degrees higher than the setting on the thermostat, and that pee was overflowing from the tub as she continued to wet herself (if that was possible). Not how? She had finished peeing last night, hadn’t she? Maybe the extra state of relaxation and the warm liquid all around her had made her more free to wet her proverbial bed. But how much had she peed after she had “finished?” Looking about for further explanation, she saw something that took her breath away.
Trailing out from the balcony towards the sea was a wide stained area of wet sand, leading to ocean that had TURNED YELLOW!!?!?!
Jumping up in shock and feeling the sudden pull of post-buoyancy combined with sleep and the coldness of evaporating pee from her skin, Amy was ten-to-one sure she was awake. She blinked her eyes, standing on the edge of the hot tub, and still peeing quite forcefully in her sopping wet clothes. The ocean remained as golden yellow as it could be. She followed the wet sand trail back up the beach with her eyes until they met with her still peeing lower self, and given the circumstances, did what was probably (even for her) the most natural thing in the world.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Lawrence immediately came tumbling out onto the porch, blanket tangled around his leg, almost breaking the door to get outside. He searched about a moment with his pistol, but identifying no threat, he turned to her.
“What?! What’s wrong?”
“Th-there, look!” she stammered as she frantically forced her stream to stop, and pointed at the ocean. Lawrence looked, and there was a moment of silence.
“Oh, commodium…” he said, and Amy resumed screaming. Lawrence turned to her and said, “Look, it has to be local. You didn’t actually fill… Oh help!” just as he saw that the second thing she was screaming at was not the same as the first: A gruff looking gunsman had just rounded the corner of the beach house. Lawrence ducked down just in time, and quickly pulled Amy through the open doorway. A bullet from the perpetrator struck him in the arm as he did so. They both tripped on the blanket, and fell to the floor just inside the doorway. When Amy saw that Lawrence was wounded, and heard the shooter coming, she knew she had to do something, and she did the first thing she thought of. She pulled her panties to the side, clenched hard, and just as the man came round the corner, she let him know just how pissed off she was that they would shoot Lawrence at unawares.
Literally, that’s how.
Despite peeing all night to fill a hot tub and flood a beachhead with pee, Amy thankfully found her bladder not quite empty, and blasted a short tsunami of piss right into the attacker’s face as hard as she could. He stumbled back, and moved out of her jet stream. She halted it, having given Lawrence just enough time to aim his weapon… Amy covered her eyes and ears just before the bang came, and turned over before getting up and uncovering them again. Lawrence was also getting up, lightly bleeding in his left arm.
“They must’ve seen the pee trail outside,” Lawrence said. “I should’ve guessed they’d be spying out the area after last night. We’ve got to get out of here.” They were moving through the kitchen to the front door as he spoke, but just as they were turning the corner, a sudden *pelt* noise from behind him made him stop. But it was not by his decision.
Amy watched in horror as Lawrence’s body went limp. He turned to her as he fell, and seeing her despairing face, he said weakly, “Don’ worry, izz tranquilizer.” *flump*
Oh, thank Goodness.
*pelt!*
“Ooh! Should’ve seen that comi-plff.” She said as she fell to the floor, unconscious.
Chapter 04: The Prison
When Amy awoke, she was quite dizzied. The tranquilizer was very slow in wearing off, and while conscious, she was at first very sluggish. On top of that, she was very thirsty. She sat up (or at least she was pretty sure it was up), and discovered that she was wearing a pair of 3D printed metal panties padlocked in place. She was sitting on a concrete floor in what looked like a bunker of some sort. Looking about, she discovered Lawrence, slumped against a wall with his eyes closed.
“Lawrence?” she called to him. He did not respond. She got up, clinking rubble around as she did so, and moved over to him (at first she tried to stand, but almost immediately she fell back on her hands and knees from the lingering effects of the drug). “Lawrence? Lawrence?!” She felt his neck. He was alive, but still unconscious. All she got was some faint grunting. Why hadn’t he woken up yet, but she had? Wouldn’t he be more used to… Oh, right. The metabolism. Amy had almost always outrun drug effect time expectancies by a mile because of her super-kidneys, so this was no exception. The question was, when would he wake up?
At that moment, the door to the cell opened. It appeared to be a reused ship’s door, particularly because of the crude looking concrete molding around it. The man stepping inside the cell was… the shooter from the beach house?!?! He had a stained bandage on his forehead that made him look like a Japanese WWII pilot. Amy scooted back in horror.
“H-how did you not die from that shot?” she panted. He looked at her somewhat stoically. He seemed a bit blank.
“I have a metal skullcap in the front of my head.” He chuckled lightly, and said. “It comes in handy,” before returning to a serious expression and saying, “You, come with me. The man of this house wishes to speak to you on diplomatic terms.” Amy slowly got up, and when she unsteadily arrived, he surprisingly held out his arm to support her. They walked past some guards, down a long flight of stairs, then out a small door into a decorative hallway, then into a side room with a desk. At the desk sat the most handsome thug one can imagine.
When he saw Amy, he got up, and said, “Ah, thank you Rodrigo. Please, sit down miss.” He had a smooth Otherlandian accent. She warily took a seat. Rodrigo stood to the side and behind her as she eyed a large pitcher of clouded liquid with an empty glass next to it. “Are you thirsty?” he said with a creepy sort of politeness.
“Yes…” she said slowly, “but why should I accept a drink from you?” He laughed.
“A prudent first thought,” he said as he got up and began to pace, “but you must realize, miss, that I do not wish to kill you: I could’ve done so already. I very much want you to stay in the best of health, because of… my proposition.” Amy remembered what Lawrence had said. They wanted her alive. She would be safe for now at least. She poured herself a small glass of the liquid, which turned out to be some kind of enhanced water. After two sips, her body was already shooting up green flags and begging her not to be so cautious. She finished the drink quickly, and began to pour a second.
“So, what is your ‘proposition?’” She asked slowly, starting the second glass.
“Quite simple.” He started pacing again. “You, miss, have something that I could very well use, and which you would have a hard time using.”
“And that is?” she asked, more than halfway done with glass #2.
He chuckled as he said, “I will give you three guesses.” Amy paused on pouring the third glass. It was her pee. Was drinking really such a good idea right now?
Yes, it still was. Her bladder was feeling much more stable now, and she was not concerned about wetting.
She continued pouring, and asked, “And why would you want my pee?”
He shrugged and replied, “That is a secret that I will keep to myself at this moment, but let me assure you, miss, that your safety would be absolutely guaranteed, though perhaps not in the location you would choose. I would do everything reasonable within my power to make you comfortable.” She set down the glass and huffed (mostly from having finished the drink, though, and not sarcasm).
“And my other option would be?”
“Then I let you go.”
“Oh, really?” she said more than asked, examining the pattern on the cup. She poured another glass.
“Yes. Unharmed. But you must understand that, wether you agree or refuse, I would be in a delicate position regarding your friend. He is an agent of the law. Did he tell you this?”
From inside the cup, she answered, “Mm-hmm.”
“Did he tell you why he thinks your pee would valuable to me?”
“He doesn’t have a theory,” she said, drinking more slowly now, “or at least not that he’s told me. He certainly doesn’t know why, that’s for sure.”
The man smiled knowingly and nodded. “Let me introduce myself. I am Cappuccino. I know that your friend was tailing my man at the laboratory before he found you. He told you this?” Amy’s face told Cappuccino he had. “Then I must ask you miss,” he said more slowly, “considering the fact that the reason why your pee was in fact discovered by the man he was tailing, and that it would be of interest to the government’s case, how it was that he did not discover it?” Amy paused. She trusted Lawrence, at least a little, and definitely more than this guy. But did she have a reason to trust him? Aha, Cappuccino himself just said that Lawrence was an agent of the law.
“Maybe it was in Otherlandian,” she said carelessly. Cappuccino laughed.
“He speaks six languages fluently,” he said, “He might speak more, but six is all I have encountered him with. He is an old acquaintance of mine.”
“So you have agencies in six corners of the globe, while he works for my homeland security, and I should trust you?”
“Simply because your government is just as interested in the usefulness of your pee as I am, but they have not been very trustworthy, and Lawrence is working for them. Look at your… Socialist Security I believe you call it. They told you when that first came out that it would never become your identity. And now, see where it stands.” He paused a moment. “Lawrence has sworn allegiance to them, has he not? Even if he wished not to, would he be able to refuse orders?” Amy took a long drink to avoid saying anything. What had happened with Social Security certainly wasn’t right, but how could she argue that Lawrence wasn’t like that?
She had to decide to trust Lawrence.
She did.
“…to uphold and defend The Constitution Of the United States…” That was the key. Lawrence hadn’t sworn allegiance to the government at all, but rather to the Principle of Truth that it had been founded on, and Cappuccino knew it. He was lying through his teeth.
Amy stubbornly folded her arms, and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Cappuccino but I’m not interested.” He burst out laughing.
“Well, miss, I cannot say I am not disappointed, but I will try to keep my offer open as long as I can. However,” he said more quietly, trying to make her afraid, “I will be less kindly disposed to your friend if you refuse. You have 24 hours.” Amy instead thought about a growing tink inside her bladder. My goodness, she had drunk the entire pitcher of water and could probably still drink more given time. Cappuccino motioned for Rodrigo to take her away. She wanted to play with the desperation, but decided she had better pay attention as she returned to the cell. As they left the room, she began looking around at their surroundings. Glancing out a window, she recognized a building from one of the postcards at the airport, but she didn’t remember what the postcard had said. Maybe Lawrence would know. The stairs up to the bunker were fairly narrow, built of concrete and stone, and had a guard posted every so often. Amy looked at each one, trying to get profiles, weapon count, or anything that Lawrence might find useful. Unfortunately, they were moving rather quickly.
Unexpectedly, Rodrigo said, “Do not worry, they will not hurt you unless you try to leave.” At first she wasn’t sure what he meant, but then she realized he thought she was afraid. Thankfully, she discovered that most of the guards were armed the same way, and she stopped looking. She did feel a bit sorry for Rodrigo, however. Whatever had happened to his head seemed to have handicapped him. He was not creepy like Cappuccino, and if he wasn’t working for the arms dealer, she might have actually liked him.
They arrived at the bunker door, and she stepped inside to discover Lawrence was now awake. She hurried to his side as the door closed behind her.
“It’s alright,” he mumbled, “I’m not gonna die or anything. I just hate tranquilizers.” Amy was flabbergasted. She wasn’t that easily frightened.
“No, not that. I think I know where we are.” He looked up, genuinely interested.
“Well, that would help a lot. All I can tell from the window is we’re on a coastline.” Amy proceeded to describe the building she had seen to Lawrence, and told him that Cappuccino was the man of the house. After a few more details, he knew that they were in his Marepolis residence. That meant heavy local guards, but a fairly easy escape by boat if they ever got out the front door.
“…Now, how to do that,” he said, the effects of the tranquilizer beginning to wear off. After a moment, he chuckled.
“What?”
“I was just thinking, if…” he began, then paused. He grew serious. “Do you have an urge to pee, by any chance?”
“Y-yeah, maybe. Why?”
Lawrence pointed to the exit. “That door was meant to be airtight, but it’s been banged up so badly that I think there may be a leak or two. If you could flood the jail cell faster than it can leak out, so that pee sprays through the cracks, I think the guards will come to investigate. Cappuccino doesn’t tell his men much from my experience.”
“…And the door opens from the outside,” Amy said, beginning to understand. But there was no way she needed to pee that Mitch from one pitcher of…
Eh, might as well give it a shot.
Amy rolled over onto her back, and bore down on the tickle of desperation that had started to form. It wasn’t long before she was very much ready for a piss. She was about to let loose when Lawrence yelled, “Stop!” He moved over, and began hammering the pantie’s lock point with a loose rock.
Phew, close call. That would’ve hurt quite a bit.
The cheap metal printing soon broke, and Lawrence stepped a pace away with his back turned. “Go for it!” he said. She removed the metal craft and found herself (Whoops). Then she let it rip!
A gushing shot flew across the room and hit the door a split second later, cleaning off the debris that had probably been on it since before it was installed. The floor of the jail cell was soon being covered by an enlarging puddle that was thankfully still warm when it reached Amy. This was far more liquid than had been in the pitcher already, and she hadn’t even metabolized all of it yet. But it didn’t matter how this was possible right now. She began to piss harder, and harder again, pushing to get the cell flooded as fast as she could. But even with her best efforts, it might be too dark to find their way out of the city by the time it was full. She needed to hurry! What could she do?
“Amy, you naughty girl, you…”
She turned sideways, and hit Lawrence on his back. He gave a stunned shout as it knocked him face forward into the rising flood of pee all around him. She changed her angle again, arching her body to make the spray hit the ceiling above him.
Emerging a second later, he exclaimed bewildered, “What did..?!” but Amy couldn’t wait for him to finish before thought of the pee showering on his confused head made her burst out laughing. It wasn’t long before she stopped though, gasping with wide eyes from the sensation of the sheer volume she was peeing! She was now completely opening her urethra, restricted by its physical limit, but she did continue to pee harder and harder. Just as she was feeling a lull, Lawrence stood up again, and made the mistake of habitually starting to turn around. She aimed, and hit him square in the face.
“Ah ah ahh, no peeking, remember?” she giggled before heaving erotically again. He got up and groaned, but from the tone of the groan he wasn’t annoyed, just playfully bewildered. Amy was having to sit up to keep from drowning now, and it was getting uncomfortable, so she carefully got to her feet. As she did so, however, she misestimated the force her own water rocket would have on her. “Whoa, whaa!” She staggered back and fell down with a huge splash. Lawrence turned to church if she was okay, carefully guiding his eyes. The foam around her urethra and the clingyness of her wet skirt made it almost impossible for her to be revealed now, so she didn’t much care. When he saw her condition, he laughed and said, “Eh, one point for me then, huh?” Amy narrowed her eyes, and as she got to her feet again, turned sideways and got a good shot at him by falling back down again. She caught herself, and arched upward to keep her head above water, continuing to aim at Lawrence. He moved, she moved. Since he was moving linearly and she pivotally, it was not so hard to keep up as to keep upright (for both parties, actually). Lawrence yelled, “Hey, cut it out! You got me.”
“You have to tag me!” She yelled back. Man, it was getting loud in here. Lawrence turned with a sly but determined look, and marched toward Amy, splashing about almost knee deep now. Within 15 feet, he was slowing down as she continued to target him dead on. 10 feet, it was reduced to a crawl. 6 feet, she revigorated her pissing efforts. 5 feet, 4 feet, three and a ha…
With a loud yell and flailing arms, Lawrence could no longer keep his balance while the beautiful girl continued to blast him with unthinkable amounts of pee. He fell backwards, making a satisfying splash in the surrounding flood. Amy burst into giggles, and tried to continue aiming for him, but soon found her arms and legs weakening. With some sort of break even point, the thought of knocking him over with her pee after already peeing so hard had made her piss hard enough that the feeling of relief was so strong it was making her piss harder by itself. After about three seconds she was already panting desperately, barely able to stay upright as her piss roared across the room! By six seconds, she couldn’t tell wether she was lowering into the warmth around her or it was coming up to meet her, but regardless, with what felt like all the relief of her life combined happening in her lowers, it was all she could do to take a desperate gasp of air and hold it in while her head went under. For about 4.5 seconds, she was underwater, jerking about as she tried to keep her breath in and piss at the same time. It was more adrenaline driving than one time when she had fallen off the edge of the pool backwards into the deep end, but mostly because it felt… so… amazing…
She quickly emerged with a much halted stream, though, as pee had gotten up her nose.
===END OF ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST===
Edited April 18, 2021 by ashnacamon
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I was going to write, "It isn't over yet!" or something, but with things that have happening...
(really hoping this part is NOT shown in your preview so you would get nervous X-))
Chapter 05: The escape
As expected, the guards soon came to examine the urine spraying out of the leaky door, and like true mercenaries, they readily opened it. Pee rushed down the stairs in a torrent, rapidly overwhelming guard after guard until they were all washed out the hall doorway along with the massive tsunami of pee. Lawrence barely managed not to get sucked down the hole with them, and additionally had the good sense to turn around and face the one guard who had been behind the door when it happened. After a few moments, it looked like Lawrence was going to lose, when Amy flung the door at the guard just as he was about to move out from behind it, hitting him squarely on the head. He fell down limp. Lawrence was a bit surprised.
“Oh… thanks!” he said before acquiring some weapons from the downed guard.
“Your welcome,” Amy panted, feeling again terribly thirsty as they went down the stairs. When they got to the bottom, Lawrence moved down the hallway, but Amy redirected into a side room: She had seen what looked like a water dispenser jug. Upon examination, she discovered it was a container of the same beverage she had drunk earlier. She grabbed the jug, and began drinking directly out of the spout as gunfire ensued outside.
Lawrence meanwhile was rather thankful that she had not followed him, but hoped that she was alright. He was scrounging for every bit of cover he could get, which meant that a two-person hiding spot requirement would’ve put him at a lethal disadvantage. As it was, the guards were a little more than nervous about shooting at Cappuccino’s $72M vase rather than the $4,000 mosaic on the wall Lawrence would’ve been hiding behind, which gave him an even greater advantage. After he had gotten out of the shooting survival holding-on-by-fingernails part, he began to worry about Amy. Just then, she ran up behind him, toting the 1/3 full jug as she continued to try and drink while she ran (not very successful, unfortunately).
“Sorry, I needed water,” she panted.
“It’s understandable,” he said, before firing another shot around the corner. Two return shots came, but from a distance. The room had been cleared. “Come on,” he said, and they made a dash for the stairs to the boat garage. Lawrence locked the door behind them, and used part of Amy’s now empty water jug to jam the bolt. “That’ll keep them awhile,” he said, and they headed down the stairs. Arriving, he found five speed boats, and one group cruiser. He climbed aboard one, and began to Hotwire it.
“Should we sink the other boats?” Amy asked.
“We don’t have time,” Lawrence replied, “I wish we could, though.” Banging on the door began to ensue from above. Amy looked at the boats.
“Capsize them,” she said to herself, and stepped into one.
“What are you doing?” Lawrence asked, before she spread out her legs, and peed into the hull (boy, whatever was in that water made her metabolize it FAST). The boat immediately began to lower. Lawrence clicked his tongue and said, “I like your style.”
“I like your eyes,” Amy replied, then turned bright red. “I- I mean…” they were interrupted by a much louder bang from above. The pursuers had found a battering ram. Within a few minutes, the door broke loose, and Cappuccino along with Rodrigo and some other mercs came charging down the stairs. When they got to the bottom, they found four capsized speedboats, each flooded to the brim with female pee. Lawrence and Amy were already a quarter of a mile away. Lawrence and the men got onto the remaining cruiser, and followed. By this time, Cappuccino was very angry.
Soon after, Amy was trying to use the breeze to dry her panties, and was having some success, when all of a sudden, their boat started to stall.
“What’s happening?” She asked over the still noisy motor.
“We’re running out of gas,” he yelled back, “Try and find some spare gas in the cabinet.” Amy immediately did so, but the tank she found was almost empty. She poured it in, and reported to Lawrence. “Let’s hope it lasts, then,” he said, but he knew it wouldn’t get them out of the city. They would have to find another boat, or… or something. The cruiser with the mercs rounded the bend just as the fresh fuel reached the engine.
“Here they come!” Amy said, before twanging metal reached her ears. Some small objects were flying at them from the other boat. One of them hit Lawrence’s seat. “Darts?” Amy yelled, “At this range?!”.
“He wants you alive!” Lawrence yelled as he swerved around a barge for cover. They were losing power again.
That statement, the need for fuel, and Amy’s rapidly filling consequences from the jug struck a chord in her memory.
“…All the oil wells in Otherland.” Oil wells? Why oil wells? Could it be…
“Lawrence, would Cappuccino be interested in an alternate source of fuel?”
“Yeah, he would,” Lawrence answered, not quite as confused-sounding as Amy had expected. “What’s your idea?”
“Just a thought…” she yelled, then re-unscrewed the gas tank lid as she straddled the opening. The enemy was quite close now, and Lawrence was pulling out his pistol. Amy pulled her panties to the side, and with a Joranimo-style gasp, pissed hard into the fuel tank. The engine almost died, coughed twice, and then with a roar it surged back to life, nearly knocking Amy off the boat. Falling on her face, she held on to the inner ledge with her feet as the boat accelerated, leaving a faint trail of yellow smoke behind them. Climbing back aboard, she said, “I guess that worked pretty well, huh?” Man, she was exhausted after all that.
“Yeah,” Lawrence answered, then added, “Amy, there’s something I have to tell you,”
“Uhh? I… ahh…” She was having a hard time focusing on his words. She had managed to stop peeing when she fell, but now, as she stood, she felt almost like a baby in terms of her bladder. All she wanted to do was wet herself like silly right where she was standing. Actually, she wasn’t even sure she could stand...
“Amy? AMY?!” Lawrence exclaimed as she collapsed into his arms. The cruiser had given up chase now, or they had lost them. Amy’s vision was going out of focus. What was happening? She lost control of her bladder. Her panties were immediately re-soaked with pee.
“Aww, I just got them dry,” she mumbled, feeling very drowsy and comfortable, then noticed a protrusion under her skirt. Wild thoughts went through her sleepy mind, until Lawrence lifted the fabric and exposed a tranquilizer dart.
So THATS’s what was happening. Not even her wonderwoman-grade urethra could withstand a direct hit from that drug.
Impressive to the last, however, the extremely dense muscle had greatly slowed the drug’s absorption into the rest of her body. Thankfully, her bladder had also been affected, and though she was peeing a lot, she was not peeing faster than the boat’s bilge pump could outrun. But as her eyes began to close, she knew she did have a lot more to pee.
“Okay, just relax Amy. You’re gonna be alright, okay? We’re gonna be alright…” Lawrence’s voice softened away as unconsciousness shrouded around her, and she gently went to sleep to the feeling of peeing helplessly in his arms… |
Chapter 06: Sailing, Sleeping, Smelling
Amy’s senses went numb as the tranquilizer took effect on her body. Oddly enough, her urethra acted like a sponge, and kept the drug from releasing into her bloodstream all at once. The result of this was that she remained half-conscious for several hours, more aware at some times than others. Her memories were as follows.
There was a slight thud as the boat came up to a docking port. It was now quite cold as the sun had gone down, though mainly she noticed that she felt pretty warm on her back, then realized she was still peeing slowly. Lawrence must’ve moored the boat, and then said something reassuring to her as he covered her in a blanket before moving her out of the boat. She had a momentary loss of balance when he did this, and everything blurred…
She felt something on her lowers, and opened her eyes to see Lawrence looking her straight in the eye as he removed her panties, said “I’m sorry, I promise you I won’t look,” and installed an adult diaper. Amy couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth, and as he carried her gently into a car, things began to fuzz again…
She was still in the car, but they were jerking around quite a bit, and something was pushing on her from what would’ve been down had she been standing. Looking up with great effort, she found that she was now lying on the console with her head in the cockpit area, and her diaper had become a 10’ unruly mass of warmth that was squashing against Lawrence’s seat from behind. She must’ve been peeing harder than she was before, as the puckering diaper was quickly pushing around the seats, and lifting her higher up the dashboard.
“Sorry about the seating arrangements,” Lawrence said, somewhat exasperated “I just hadn’t expected your diaper to fill up… quite this quickly!” The diaper was now hindering his right elbow as he drove, making them swerve just a bit…
Lawrence pulled her out the driver door and out of the diaper. They were apparently in some sort of parking garage, and Amy could see the poor little sedan behind him, stuffed to the brim with pee.
“Alright,” he said, “We’re gonna change cars. We’re almost there. Just hang in there a little bit longer. Hang in there.” Amy couldn’t understand that: She was having a great journey aside from all the jolting. He seemed a little clumsy right now. Lifting her onto the passenger seat of a new car, Lawrence supported Amy with his leg momentarily whilst opening the door. This apparently squashed a large amount of the drug out of Amy’s urethra, and she really did lose consciousness till about noon the next day.
Amy finally awoke, slightly dizzy, and found herself lying in a bathtub, filled with her pee. Around her were the components of a luxury bathroom for a larger house. She was still peeing (though almost finished), quite thirsty, and quite hungry. She wondered for a moment why Lawrence would put her in a tub considering the last time she had slept in one, but then noticed an overflow limiting drain that the pee was level with. She was wearing the same dress she had worn for three days now, and she could feel it. Thankfully, just as she was feeling awake enough to get up, after 72 hours of off and on peeing, she finally finished.
She also noticed a fresh outfit of clothes sitting on top of the hamper.
As Amy got up and removed her pee-soaked clothes to take a shower, she counted the things she had filled with pee over the weekend. A taxicab, a hot tub, a beach head (man, if only she HAD flooded the whole entire ocean), a makeshift prison cell, three speedboats, a gas tank…
Hmm, what was she going to do about having combustible pee? I mean, it couldn’t be very combustible, since she had peed on a campfire once and put it out, or maybe there was some condition to be met…
Anyway, after the gas tank, there was the diaper in the car, then there was… she didn’t know what had happened in the second vehicle. Had Lawrence just let her pee fill it that time? Huh. She would have to go check that out. So, once she had washed her hair and so on, she drank some water from the tap, and then explored the house. It was a very nice house in the country, and thankfully the refrigerator was stocked with food. She made herself breakfast, and after she ate, she was confused to find that she did not need to pee yet. Then she realized that she had finally relaxed a bit, and the steady adrenaline boost was no longer accelerating her kidneys. But still, she would think that the difference wouldn’t be THAT exaggerated.
Oh, well.
Breakfast being done with, she noticed an additional plate already in the drying rack, with a note next to it.
“In the garage. All tips and tricks regarding removing gargantuan diaper from suburban will be heartily appreciated.
-Lawrence”
So that was what had happened.
Curious to know where they were and ask other questions, Amy went to find the garage. When she got there, she found Lawrence with his head stuck in a still mostly filled suburban, shoveling masses of golf ball-sized polymer gels into a filling garbage can.
“It’s going to take at least four more of those cans by the looks of things,” Amy commented.
“Oh, hi,” Lawrence panted. “I, uh, I’ll be glad to answer any questions you might have, but, uh, I’m not sure how well I can listen while doing this.”
“Okay…” Amy said, thinking. “Well first off, where are we?”
“Verdehill,” he replied, pausing from his shoveling, “and you can relax a little this time. The CIA finally decided to put more men in on this task, and Cappuccino kidnapping you was something they can arrest him for.” He turned to go back to work, but then stopped, and sighed. “But there’s… something else I’m concerned about,” he said quietly.
“The CIA’s interest in me,” Amy deduced.
“Heh, you’re a good guesser,” he laughed half-heartedly.
“Well,” she shrugged, “I had Cappuccino’s help.” Now Lawrence really did chuckle.
“Yeah, he would play that card.” Then he became serious again. “Problem is, it’s a good one. The government is interested in you, Amy. After you filling the boat, they figured it out, so now I…” His voice trailed off. He didn’t know what to say. Amy, on the other hand, was figuring something out.
“You falsified your report on the laboratory to protect me from being used by the Cappuccinos in OUR government.”
“Well… yeah. I mean, they’re not all that way obviously, but there’s been enough of them so far that…” He trailed off again. Amy was still thinking about a plan. Then she remembered. The campfire.
“Hang on. Lawrence?”
“Yeah?” He had gone back to shoveling.
“Well, is it possible that my pee is flammable only under certain conditions? What did the laboratory report actually say?” Lawrence’s gears started whirring again.
“It said something about high concentrations of epsonite. I don’t actually know what that is, but the man I was tailing said something on the phone about it being a great fuel source, and that’s proved to be the case.” Epsonite… she’d read that somewhere before. What was it? She remembered a glossy page, and chlorophyll green, like a nature magazine. But it wasn’t nature. She didn’t remember. Giving up for the time being, Amy got up to leave, and saw an extra pool cleaning net in the corner of the garage. There were large flowering plants just outside on the same corner.
*click*
“Our waters are treated with epsonite to help make your skin soft and smooth, not itchy and wrinkled.” It all came back. She was looking at an issue of Traveler’s Illustrated at a neighbor’s house. The advertisement had been for a luxury hotel, and it’s spa.
“Skin care!” she said out loud.
“What?” Lawrence said after a significant pause. He had been deep in serious thought.
“Epsonite is a skin care product. They put it in the water at fancy spas to make your skin feel nice afterwards.” Lawrence blinked in surprise and confusion.
“Skin care product?” The idea sounded absurd, but it seemed right to him somehow… “I think I’m gonna do my own laboratory test,” he said, then started to put the tools away.
“What are you thinking?” Amy asked, getting up and looking for a way to help.
“There’s a beauty store near the lake, for tourists. I’m gonna go there and see if I can find our mystery substance.” Finishing with the tools, he lifted up a tarp in the garage to reveal a bright red motorcycle. He was in the process of wheeling it out, but then he stopped. “Do you wanna stay, or come?” Amy gave him a smirk.
“Do you really think I would stay?”
A moment later, the two of them were speeding along towards the lake. Half an hour later, they were just outside the beauty store, opening a bottle of Epsonite crystals. Without even trying to sniff, they knew beyond a doubt: It was the right substance.
“So, is it actually a fuel?” Amy asked. Lawrence was already reading the bottle.
“I don’t see anything here that says it would be flammable. But then how…” He stopped, re-opened the jar, took a light sniff (still quite powerful as the crystals had been subliming pretty much since the day they had been packaged), and then thought a minute.
“What?” Amy asked, confused.
“That doesn’t smell quite like the diaper, does it?” He handed her the bottle. She observed the scent.
“No, you’re right. It doesn’t quite. It does smell like the taxi and the hot tub, though. I thought the pee had just stagnated or something, but that doesn’t make any sense.” Lawrence was thinking hard.
“Amy? Did Cappuccino… The water. The water… You said it was clouded?” Amy nodded. Both of them looked at the bottle. “It’s a two-part puzzle,” he said with realization. Just then, their brainstorming session was interrupted. |
Listen, I'm sorry about this, but I really just have to. This idea- no, this vision has been in my mind for a long time. I wanted to write it, so I did. You guys can't do anything about it, right?
This might be the most horrible story I've ever written. And by 'horrible' I don't mean terrifying or gruesome, but simply immoral. That's just how it is, I can't do anything about it, you can't do anything about it, so you may as well enjoy it.
The following story contains an obscene amount of ridiculous content. If anything in it offends you, that's okay, because it's your right. There will be lots of butt, and cock, and pissing, and vaginas. That's just how it is. I'm not sorry.
Lets be honest here. We all know why I wrote this. I wrote it because I was horny, okay? Mad horny. Unforgivably horny. So I wrote this. It's not for you, it's for me. There will be fucking in this story. There will be peeing and pooping. There will be uncouthness and hilarity. In fact, I consider this story to be so offensive that I'm going to put the entire thing in spoilers. Not to mention, if I get away with it, I will be writing more stories like this. Lots more. IMMENSELY more. I just can't help it, okay? It's in my nature.
Please forgive me for what I have written, for I know that God won't.
Spoiler
Suramar Nights
By Attica
(I'm not sorry)
This is a story about love.
Also, it doesn't take place in Suramar, not yet.
A huntress must hunt. It is who she is- it is in her nature. It didn't matter that the demons had been defeated long ago- she could not deny her primal urges. A huntress must hunt. That is who she is, that is what she must do. It is ingrained into her soul, into her very genetic code. A huntress must hunt. And so she did, every day, every night, she hunted. She prowled and searched, and in the end, often got what she wanted.
Tonight, she was hunting for pussy.
That's right, I said pussy. Can you blame her? It's so readily available! She thirsted for it like you thirst for a doughnut with your morning coffee. She thirsted for it like 5 more minutes in bed after your work alarm rings. She thirsted for it like a bottle of water in the desert, and that was simply her nature. No, she didn't have a 'succubus' as her inner demon. That's so lazy, isn't it? You see so many of these Demon Hunter whores that are like 'Oooohh that's just how I am, ooooh I gotta fuck, I have a succubus inside me, if I don't fuck I go crazy,' whatever. She goes crazy if she doesn't fuck either, but she also goes crazy when she gets to the diner and they're out of hashbrowns. Repressing a demon? It's not hard. For your information, her internal demon was a Nathrezim. You'd think it would make her cleverer, but honestly, all it did was make her want to dominate everyone else. You just gotta play cards with it every once or awhile, or something, that's the trick to keeping it from getting bored.
"Living inside this demon hunter's mind? Yeah, it's easy stuff. Nice and relaxed, I don't mind! Really!" -A demon who is totally not being threatened constantly
"So yeah, I'm hunting for pussy," She said to her comrade as they sat outside on the front deck of some haughty bar where people ordered weird shit like coffee with cotton candy balls hanging over it so that the steam melted it into their drink and then it was all sugary and honestly didn't taste that good. The sun was shining in the desolate, dusty pit that was Orgrimmar City, and there was a demon hunter sitting with some of her friends at a cafe table in some corner of The Drag.
By the way, this story takes place in the setting of Azeroth. You know, Warcraft? Or 'World of Warcraft' as the young folk call it, that's what it is. Also, her name was 'Liera'. She was an elf, a 'blood elf' as they're called, because they worship the Sunwell and are traditionally empowered by blood magic and demons, or something. Look, I'm not an expert. The point being was that she was kind of short, had amazing curly black hair, and sharp red horns that are typically reserved for demons, but she wasn't a demon. "I'm sort of a demon," She explained, but nobody was listening. Nobody cared. Being a demon is overrated.
So she sipped her drink as she sat across from another huntress of her kind, some slut with long red hair and tough demony looking skin, and honestly Liera had fucked her a few times, but that was really the extent of their relationship, she wasn't looking to date. Dating other Illidari was a rough thing to do, especially because of all those skanky ones who are all about succubi- we talked about this earlier, weren't you paying attention?
The other demon hunter rolled her eyes. She's not important to this story, so I won't tell her name. Coming up with names is hard, you know, especially in a fantasy setting. I use google translate a lot. One of my friends uses the name of Greek gods and goddesses, and let me tell you, I'd totally be down to see Aphrodite piss herself. That's what this story is about, by the way, a girl who pisses herself. "Could you be more specific about what kind of pussy?" Her friend asked. Also, the girl isn't Aphrodite.
"Well, it was an elf." "Mmhm, that really narrows it down." "It wasn't just any elf. It was one of those new elves, the magic elves." "Shal'dorei?" "Sharty-what?" "Shal'dorei. It means 'Children of the Nightwell'. You know, Nightborne?" "Yeah, she had that sexy grape skin, that's for sure." The other Illidari that she was talking to bit her forked demonic tongue as she looked off into the distance at the edge of the dusty-ass valley that made for the capital city that Orcs lived in, seriously why does everything they're about have to be wolves or dirt or whatever? "Tell me about it, I love that skinny mana-addicted look they got, could cut a slice of cheese on those collarbones."
But that wasn't what Liera was looking for. "That's not what I'm looking for," Liera said. "She was different than the rest. She was sort of shorter, and she had huge tits, and a great fat ass. And, and she..." She leaned in and cupped her hand against the side of her cheek. "Well, she was drunk, and she clearly pissed herself." The other huntress gasped and clasped her hands against her face, looking utterly shocked. "Oh my God!" She said, again, utterly shocked. "That's what you're interested in!?"
There was an awkward pause, before the two of them started cackling. It was funny, because of COURSE Liera was interested in that. It was almost common knowledge among the Illidari. Most of them couldn't even judge her- plenty of them had worse fetishes, and lets be honest, girl pee is kind of hot, right? But this girl in particular was even hotter. "Now I know who you're talking about," Liera's unnamed friend said with a sage nod. "You're talking about the fuck-tempter."
The Fuck-Tempter. That was what she was known as. It was because she had a very particular habit. She was, despite her incredible fat ass, a very nimble and evasive woman. A 'Rogue', as they're called, not to be confused with rouges, which were women who wore too much blush. She was sneaky and clever, she was fast and nimble, she was agile, and hot, and had a stunningly fat ass, and a glorious pair of tits, and long straight white hair that went down to her butt, and a reputation as a real 'bad girl' in the best kind of way. And she knew it! She took advantage of it. To all who knew her, she proposed a challenge. "If you catch me, you can fuck me!"
Her name was Rain. And she had never been caught.
At least, not to the knowledge of anyone else.
Liera couldn't forget the day that she first saw her. It had been quite the day, to be honest. The days of the Illidari were either packed with violence, or hedonism. There wasn't much of an in-between. Sure, Azeroth had plenty of issues that needed to be dealt with, but at the same time, the MAIN problem they had been focused on for so long was done. The Burning Legion had been destroyed. Illi-daddy was busy fighting Sargeras in space. To be an Illidari nowadays meant either siding with the Horde (Or the Alliance, if you were one of those dirty Night Elves) Or just doing whatever the hell you wanted. That was their reward, their freedom- freedom to fuck fat booty elf bitches.
"So have you seen her?" Liera asked, and her friend rolled her eyes at her with disdain. "I haven't SEEN anything in decades," She clapped back. It was true, Illidari were, as a whole, blind. It was part of the rituals they underwent to gain their power. Tormented by visions of maddening cosmic truths and demonic tortures sown across planets far and wide, in the initial shock and madness of the encounter, the Illidari would, customarily, stab out their own eyes, or they would be removed by their master- while they would be blind to the world, they could see through the chaos energy that rippled through all worlds, giving them sight beyond sight, and strength beyond strength.
However, a lot of demon hunters grew their eyes back somehow. This was a lazy plot device used to explain why they could do things such as read a book, or see a boob, and get turned on. Liera was one of those demon hunters, because it just wouldn't be fair if she couldn't see the elves she went to pound town with. "Look, you know what I mean," She replied, rolling her eyes back at the other elf, as if flexing on her about it. "Look, maybe I've seen her, maybe I haven't. What's the big deal with this girl anyway?" Her friend asked. A wry smirk played across her face. "This one really hit you different, did she? Got a real thirst for her, huh?"
Many Illidari didn't wear shoes. They didn't have to, because of their partial demonic transformations making their skin tough and demonic. Liera's unnamed generic friend didn't wear shoes either, but it was because she had a foot fetish. She lifted her leg and slid her foot up against the inside of Liera's leg, between her thighs, and started to rub and play with her under the table. The curly black haired elf gritted her teeth a little, as she started to 'respond' to her friend's tender footsie play. She was one of THOSE girls... you know... the ones who aren't completely girls.
That wasn't really hard to do in this day and age, either. Plenty of horny ERP nerds just explained it away by saying stuff like 'it's magic' or 'She drank a potion and now she has a twelve inch donger'. Based on the sheer number of Draenei women who have nice fat horse cocks, it's amazing the species continues to survive at all. How do they get pregnant? Do they have a vagina under their balls? Can you imagine being born and the first thing that happens to you is a giant cock smacks you on the face? I can't imagine it. Actually, yes I can.
Anyway, Liera had a penis because of her demonic transformation. It was a demon peepee, and it was evil. It had a mind of its own. 'Bury me in her ass,' Liera could hear her dick whisper to her mind, and she reached under the table and smacked it. No. Bad penis! We're having a conversation here. "I remember her like it was yesterday," The black haired elf said with a wistful expression on her face, remembering while becoming steadily erect from the rubbing of her girl's big toe.
This was because it was yesterday. She had been at one of the more popular taverns in the dusty orc valley, looking to get a little drunk and try and take home some girls, or a particularly open-minded guy. Illidari were notoriously horny when they weren't full of rage, so it wasn't really too hard for her to get a girl, but she was getting tired of the skinny fel crack whores that she was bending over her kitchen table day in and day out. No, she needed someone with some FLESH to her, a body that would really fill up her hands- and then she saw her.
The girl with absolutely no taste, or shame, whatsoever. She had long, straight white hair all the way down to her butt. Her skin was a pleasant plum lavender color. She was short for her species, almost as short as Liera was. Her butt jiggled every step she took, even though she was wearing a dark blue skirt, with long white stockings that left about three inches of visible thigh, an embroidered tank-top that was a shade of magenta lighter than she herself was. It was the kind of shirt that didn't cling to her waist, because her tits were too huge and it pushed the shirt out. Liera could just barely see her bellybutton and her fleshy little belly.
She also could see that, if she looked closely, there was a visible discoloration on the inside of her white stockings. Not really noticeable for anyone who wasn't looking for it, but it was there. Those light yellow stains. She knew what kind of stains those were, and she instantly got an enormous erection. "Ow!" She bent at the waist, because she had been wearing her tight leathers that night, and it kind of hurt to have a boner this violent repressed by these tight pants.
She couldn't go up to her right away, no, Liera had to watch her for a bit. She was fascinating. Despite her incredible body and passably cute face, many people were annoyed by her, because her behavior was just outright unacceptable. She laughed and drank and went from group to group, telling jokes, insulting people, making a scene. Dancing on tables, lifting up her shirt and showing the bartender her tits to get a free drink (which worked), getting rough and handsy with others. Honestly, it was almost embarrassing to watch how she acted, but Liera couldn't stop. She was utterly fascinated.
She was about to go buy her a drink and try to take her home when the plump assed elven girl got into line for the outhouse. Liera stopped and waited, because no girl wants to be hit on while she's trying to go take a piss, that's just weird. But that was when it happened. The line was progressing along slowly, and she was bouncing on her heels, bending over and shamelessly holding herself between the legs, dancing a bit on the spot. It didn't take long for her to give up. She shrugged, stepped out of the line, stood with her legs apart, lightly pulled her skirt out, and pissed.
Liera's panties were getting stained with pre-cum, and this other elf's panties were getting soaked with piss. It was incredible. She wasn't embarrassed whatsoever. She didn't go and try to hide, she didn't take off her panties and squat somewhere. She just wet herself. Pee streams cascaded down between her legs and splattered on the dusty ground. They ran down the inside of her legs and soaked her stockings. She was pissing herself, right there in front of everyone, without even caring about it- she was even biting her lower lip a little. Liera jerked forward and bumped her knee on the underside of the table. People looked at her with some confusion, so she sucked on her drink to try and keep the eyes off her. They were looking at her? What were they doing looking at HER!? Couldn't they see this amethyst goddess pissing her panties and stockings, wetting herself, emptying her bladder, just peeing and peeing and-
She was done. Both of them were done, the demonic elf sputtering and shaking her thighs as she uncontrollably ejaculated in her pants. She hadn't even touched herself. Was she really this down bad for it? She'd been with curvy girls before, and she'd been with girls who peed before, but never quite like this. She wasn't even embarrassed- just smiling and laughing it away with her friends. She hadn't created a scene, the music hadn't stopped. Liera realized that this was because this was normal for her. That this girl wet herself just like that, often.
Just like that, she knew she was in love. The bad personality, the shameless attitude, the sparkling twinkling pee droplets that were still falling between her legs as she walked back to the bar counter- She was completely head over heels. ~I would fuck this bitch every day for the rest of my life,~ she thought to herself. Now, she just had to catch her. She downed the rest of her drink, and decided to approach her. So she got up, pushed her chair out, strode across the room to the bar counter... and ordered another drink. She had to avert her eyes a little, the intensity this thick elf radiated was like the sun. Sweat beaded her forehead.
~How the fel am I gonna do this??~ She thought as she returned to her spot with her next tall, frosty ale. This was unusual for her. It must have been because she was so awe-struck, but she just respected this girl too much to walk right up and ask her to come back to her place. She felt like a horny new acolyte with the hots for the most popular Illidari girl in Black Temple. She felt like it was an impossible, insurmountable task, to somehow seduce this stunner.
The 'party' was starting to spread out and head outside, because the sun was about to completely set, and the dusk time in the Valley of Orgrimmar was when the party goers started to come out. People of all shapes and races trying to get drunk, have fun, or have sex. The purple elf and her little band of extremely drunken cohorts, who had all tried to keep up with her pace and were failing, laughed and giggled with themselves and decided to go outside. This was because there was a band playing, and they wanted to dance.
So, Liera decided she'd try to dance too. Maybe she could somehow dance her way next to her and get a conversation going. As it was getting dark, other people were having the same idea. Flirting, trying to get laid... in a dark corner of the entryway a goblin girl was hardcore making out with one of those short furry fox people. ~I will never understand how people can screw the furry races, it just seems weird to me,~ She thought, a woman with a fetish for chicks pissing their panties.
The band playing wasn't too great, but it wasn't bad. It was fun, at least. And music was hard to come by. Sometimes people set up those portable music players the gnomes or goblins made, but they always sounded tinny, and they played the same crappy music, so a live concert was really something. Back when Liera was still human and she lived in Quel'thalas, there had been all kinds of stuffy concerts with strings and harps and horns and whatnot. Nobody had ever even heard of a 'guitar'. ~Guitars are cool,~ Liera thought, and I agreed with her mentally.
The purple elf was an excellent dancer. Liera fell in love again, watching her movements. She was lithe and flexible. She was smooth, and none of her steps had any wasted motion. It was clear that she was much more than just a pretty face and a fat, pissy bottom. The black haired Illidari, on the other hand, was channeling her inner Commander Shepard as she sort of bounced awkwardly back and forth, and made her way step by step closer to the girl with her provocative dancing. At one point, one of her tank-top straps slipped over her shoulder and one of her boobs fell out, and she just winked and continued dancing without putting it away. Liera's awkward dancing got even more awkward as she had to bend a little to try and hide an erection.
Finally, she was there. She was close enough to shoot her shot. "So... you do that often?" She asked, and internally punched herself in the face for not coming up with something better. The long white haired elf looked up over her shoulder at the Illidari. She smiled at her playfully. "...What?" She responded. It was too loud for her to hear. "I SAID DO YOU DO THAT OFTEN!?" Liera shouted so she could be heard, and the other elf sneered at her a little. "Do WHAT often? Do I know you? Who the hell are you anyway, weirdo?" She replied. Liera's heart sank.
"Just kidding," The other girl said, flashing a toothy grin and starting to dance a little closer to her. She didn't respond to her question. "I'm Rain," She said, moving closer and closer. Liera was nervous about it. "I-I'm Liera," She stammered. "Of- Of the Illidari." "No shit," The other elf retorted, as she suddenly backed up and started grinding her bottom against the Illdiari's groin. Liera looked away and bit her lip, because at this point there was no way that Rain didn't know that she not only had a penis, but that it was erect, too. "Wow, nice cock. You wanna fuck?" She asked her. "Thanks. What? Um, yes," Liera responded, not realizing that it could have been so easy. Rain laughed at her again. She was clearly a bit drunk, but that was okay, because Liera was too.
She reached up and stroked her hand along the Illidari's cheek. "You're kind of cute. So, do I do *what* often?" She asked her, pressuring the other girl even more. She spun herself around and in a stunning display of flexibility, swung her leg all the way up, and put her heel on Liera's shoulder. She held onto her hip with one hand, and her shoulder with the other. At this point, you couldn't really even call this 'dancing'. She pushed her groin firmly against the other elf's groin, bouncing it and writhing her hips up and down. If Liera's tight leather pants and Rain's still pee-soaked pink panties weren't in the way, the way she was dancing on her, she would be plowing right into her pussylips like this.
She leaned in as she grinded herself, pleasured herself on the poor demonic woman's boner, reaching up and stroking her ear, and whispering into it. "Do I piss myself often? Is that what you're asking?" She whispered to her. "Did you think I didn't see you watching? Did you think I couldn't feel you watching me all night?" The Illidari's heart was pounding in her chest. Her hips knew what to do better than she did, and were gently thrusting back and forth during their 'dance' in the middle of public. Not too many other people were watching though, because there was PLENTY of dirty dancing going on tonight.
"That- that may be what I was asking, yes," She said with her gaze still averted. The intensity of this woman's gleaming white eyes, they looked into her very soul. They looked into her very boner. Her heart boner. She felt as if she might be blinded by them, which was ironic I guess. "Mmmm, it really felt good... I had to go so bad you know, I just couldn't hold it... so I did it... I let go... and pissed... my... panties. It was so hot and wet. It was so warm running down my legs. My stockings got so soaked. It went all in my shoes... And you just watched me, the whole time."
She pouted her lips out at her, putting her hand on Liera's cheek and making her turn to face her. "I just couldn't hold it," She taunted her, in a cutesy tone of voice. The Demon Huntress could only possibly get so erect, or at least she thought, but this freaky piss whore was bringing it one step closer to the edge, and she's about to break. "It hurt, so I went pee-pee. I went potty in my panties, wike a widdle girl. Did you like that? Did it turn you on? You sick little freak," She laughed at her, jabbing Liera in the boob harshly with two fingers. She swung her leg off her shoulder, and stepped away, and broke the elf's heart again. She was making fun of her the whole time? Just using her, teasing her, playing with her? Was that it? She had enough?
The big booty elf was walking away. "W-wait!" She was losing her. She stepped forward to try and chase after her, but she was so horny that it hurt to walk. She gritted her teeth and hobbled forward a little, but it wasn't fast enough. She would be long gone, before then. At least, she thought.
But then she felt a hand reach back, and grab onto hers. The Demonic elf looked up, to see her- she was back. Her amethyst goddess. She was holding her hand, and looking down at her, back over her shoulder. Rain winked at her, and with her free hand, lifted up her skirt just enough so that Liera could see under it, like she was peeking into a tent. She could see pee rivulets start to trickle from under the gusset of her still damp panties, see the pee run down into her stockings and get soaked into them. "Want to see me do it again?" She asked.
"Y-- y- yes. Yes I do." "Then come on," She demanded as she started to drag her away. She was too excited to feel the pain of the tent in the crotch of her pants. Her wildest dream was coming true. Her heart was absolutely soaring, and just when she thought her cock had reached its limit, it became even harder. Plus ultra.
She dragged her back around behind the tavern, where it was dark, and nobody was there, luckily. Typically this area is reserved for people who are going to fuck in public, but right now everyone was still getting drunk or dirty dancing at the concert. Rain slammed her against the back of the wall and pushed her body onto hers. They planted their lips together and started to kiss, in a real dirty way. Tilting their heads against each other, mouths wide open, tongues writhing against each other, swapping saliva. The Huntress ran her hands up and down Rain's body. One hand slid down her side and around to her butt, flipping her skirt up and starting to grope and squeeze her bottom. The other went up her stomach and over her exposed breast, squeezing and groping it, running her thumb across her nipple, erect from arousal. "Mmmhhh," The purple girl moaned into her mouth, breaking their kiss for a second. "Yeah... that's good... I like a girl that doesn't neglect my tits."
She could have spent all night fondling her. They fit into her hand just perfectly- soft and fleshy, yet still supple enough to have some firmness. But Rain wouldn't let her- she pushed her back into the wall again, and started to slide down her body. She ran her lavender hands over her shoulders, over her breasts, down her side and hips... She unbuttoned the fly of her pants, and opened them enough to finally grant a reprieve to Liera's tortured cock. "Nice panties," She teased her. They were neon green, like the color of fel magic. "Wow. Slimy," She said as she pulled the panties off, allowing the other woman's cock to spring free. It was still covered in cum from when she had climaxed in her pants. "I knew it. You totally jizzed yourself when you saw me wet my skirt, didn't you?"
"Ah... yeah, I sort of did," She admitted as Rain popped the head of her throbbing cock into her mouth. Her lips were so plump and soft... she slid them further down and down, licking and writhing her tongue along it, sucking off all of her cum, pulling back off and smacking her lips a little. "It's a little salty. You don't eat much fruit, do you?" She asked her, and Liera blushed furiously and looked to the side, paranoid someone was coming. "I mean, most of us don't," She tried to explain. ~Why am I getting so nervous and acting like this is my first time? This is like, my two hundredth time!~ It's because you're in love, Liera, you silly little skank.
"It's alright. I like it a little nasty," The curvaceous pervert winked up at her, and got back to work. Up and down, up and down... she could really take it down her throat. Liera's legs trembled and her knees buckled a little, and she slid down the wall a few inches, head turned up to the sky in pleasure. "Auuauuhhh, ahhh, oh fuck me," She moaned. She started to hear a little pitter patter below her... under her feet. Looking down, she could see a yellow puddle spreading under Rain's bottom, splashes of pee running off her butt. There would be absolutely no denying that she wet herself now, there would be a big damp patch on the butt of her blue skirt. Liera's toes curled in the soil. ~She's sucking my cock, and pissing herself. She's wetting her skirt while she sucks me off. Oh my god, oh, my, god.~ It took all of her self restraint not to cum then and there.
~Man, I love to suck cock and piss myself,~ The horny Shal'dorei thought to herself. ~But there's one thing I like even more than that.~ Her lips slipped off the head of Liera's pulsating member with a wet little *pop!*, and she crawled her way back up the woman's shuddering body, chest heaving and her heart racing, balls absolutely aching to paint the inside of Rain's pussy. The purple elf leaned in and licked the nervous sweat off the Illidari's cheek, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her. Typically Liera didn't enjoy the taste of her own cock on someone elses lips, but she'd make an exception for this incredible woman.
"There's something I have to tell you," She said, and Liera's heart twinged. Was she going to break it off, or something? "See, about fucking... there's this thing..." She stepped away from her, turning her back to the Illidari and folding her arms behind her back. "I don't go around just fucking anybody, you know. I have my pride. So, if you want to fuck me..."
"You have to catch me," She said, looking back over her shoulder with a devious smirk. Liera stared at her with some confusion, and stepped forward, reaching out and snatching the elf's wrist. "Caught you," She said happily, and Rain wagged her finger at her. "No, I'm afraid you didn't."
Before the black haired elf knew what had happened, she was on the ground. It was like the world had whirled around her. She was a little intoxicated, so that didn't help, but she should have been able to figure out what was going on. She was an Illidari! She'd given everything to fight the Burning Legion! She had extensive combat training and war experience! But still, this gorgeous woman had spun and thrown her, just like that, and now she was lifting her skirt, squatting down... and sitting her pissy wet panties right on Liera's face.
"You have to REALLY catch me," She explained as she grinded her hips back and forth, up and down. "Mmmhffh mrffrrf mrrrhhh," Liera replied. "That means that you have to win. I have to be helpless. I have to have no way of escape. You have to beat me... my pride as a scoundrel is on the line, after all." She sighed and rolled her head back, moaning as she pleasured herself on Liera's face, releasing what was left in her bladder and peeing on her.
She got up not much later, and in the time it took the Huntress to roll and get up, somehow the rogue elf had scaled the nearby cliff face, standing atop of it. A feat that not too many could do without a grappling hook or a flying mount of some kind. She was laughing down at Liera, her skirts pulled up under her arms so that she could show off her butt in those pissy pink panties. Two fingers were underneath each asscheek and she was bouncing her butt tauntingly at the demon hunter. "If you want to fuck me, you have to catch me! No matter what you do, you'll never fuck my ass, Illidari!" She cackled at her, dropped her skirts, and escaped.
Liera, down on the ground in the valley, grimaced and gritted her teeth, glaring hungrily up to the spot where the elf had been. "I will fuck her ass. I will fuck her if it's the last thing I ever do!" She resolved herself, and began the hunt.
The rest of the night was not nearly as eventful. She chased the elf around the city for hours, losing her and finding her again and again. Rain, on the other hand, had spent the night hopping from bar to bar, and partying and getting progressively more intoxicated until eventually Liera found her totally drunk and passed out leaning against a box in an alleyway, her skirts and stockings completely soaked, sitting in an enormous pee puddle.
The Huntress could have 'caught' her here, but she didn't, out of respect. Consent, people, it's important. She did, however, pick her up and carry her over to where the river ran through the city, and placed her on the bank, submerging her in the water from the waist down so that she wouldn't wake up with a huge rash. She would, however, wake up with extremely wrinkly toes.
"...And that's how it went, basically," She said, having told the entire story to her friend while she played footsie with her dong under the table. "Wow. You're a real freak, you know that?" The nameless elf said hypocritically, Liera gritting her teeth and trying not to show it on her face that she was gonna cum if this girl kept it up with her foot like that. "I guess it's pretty hot, though. Well, all I know is this- she's one of the nightborne, right? So if you're gonna find her... you gotta go to Suramar."
Liera nodded her head with understanding, looking off to the clouds in the sky. From her point of view, one of them looked like a girl's skirt being peed in. However, another cloud looked like a duck, and that was pretty cool. "I guess you're right," She agreed. She then got up and patiently left the cafe with her friend in tow, took her back to her apartment, and fucked her nasty up the butt for about an hour or two. With her friend satiated and passed the fuck out, she began to get her kit together... she was going to be travelling, to the glorious night city of Suramar.
Alright, I lied, there was no messing in this story, but there will be in the next one, possibly. Honestly I intended for there to be a messing scene, actually the whole IDEA stemmed from a messing scene, but I was getting tired of writing so I'm done. I'll do the next one eventually. If you like it, please let me know. If you didn't, then let someone else know, but not me. |
Thanks Ray Ray. Chapter #2 (heh) coming sooner or later, right now I have an INTENSELY HORNY story in my mind that I'm going to put here.
The following content will contain sexual themes, pee, and poop. Viewer discretion is advised
Her
I make gears and interlocking bolts for a living. A long time ago, I used to be a witch, but those days are over. I wasn't a very good witch, to tell you the truth. I lived in the woods and all that, but I didn't wear animal entrails over my shoulders or curse people or anything. I didn't like to use the shadows, because they took my eyesight from me. Not that I'm blind- I just have to wear these embarrassing glasses. Every time I used it, my sight got worse. My powers, not the glasses. I used them a lot, in the past, to prove I wasn't a coward. But I was, really. I can accept that now, because of her.
As I said, I make gears and interlocking bolts for a living. I'm a tinkerer now. I always have been, even when I was a witch. It was hard getting metal and chemicals and minerals to work with, because nobody liked me. But I was able to mine and discover my own, and I had some... unique friends to help me. I love to work with machines. I never looked like a witch, because I was always covered in grease. I wore brown work pants and gray blouses. Being an elf, my face will never grow old and wrinkly and warty, but it's hard for me to look mean and cruel. I inherited my mother's face. She loved the world, and everyone in it. Unfortunately, I can't say I'm the same- I'm mostly just afraid.
~And unbelievably horny,~ I thought to myself as I sit at my work bench, carefully soldering wires together and attaching them to a motherboard I built myself. I had decided that I wanted to go back in time and make everything right again, so I'm trying to build something that can go back in time. It'll probably explode- most of the things I make explode- but if I can make it explode yesterday instead of today, I'll consider it a success.
Speaking of explosions, sometimes I explode into my pants.
It's not that I like it, at least, I didn't think I used to. I've just always had a weak bladder. I'm a dumb girl, and I get distracted easily. Get too into my work, ignoring my need to pee, and before I know it, I'm wetting my pants. As I said before, I'm also a coward. I get scared and wet my pants pretty easily, too. That's usually the worst of it, but not always. A long time ago, I was building a bomb. I like to build bombs, they're simple, and they're efficient. And they're good money. There are some people and some places I wish I could bomb out of existence forever, but I can't do that. That one day, I was making a big one. It was late in the day. I also like making bombs because it's exciting, and this one was the most exciting one ever. But, there was a hose I hadn't crimped properly. I was walking away from it to consult my blueprints, when the hose burst off with a loud popping noise.
I thought it was the bomb going off prematurely. If it had, I absolutely would have been dead. It wouldn't have been a quick, easy one, either. It would have been a firey inferno of a death. The burning pain and the radiation would be over quickly, but in that time, it would be the most horrible agony I had experienced in my life. I was completely, utterly terrified. I felt my heart racing in my chest so hard, I thought I was going to vomit it up. My whole body was trembling, my knees were quaking together. I felt this intense twisting, deep in my gut and loins. Sheer terror, racing down my spine- I began to wet myself.
It wasn't like I had experienced in the past, like when I hold it too long and uncontrollably start to pee. The twisting was an intense force. I wanted to pee. I could feel hot wetness spread across my lap, run down between my legs. Dozens of rivulets soaking down the back of my thighs. They dripped off my knees in streams, down between my legs, splattered on the floor. It all started coming out so fast. Before I knew it, my knees bent slightly, and I evacuated my bowels. The terror, the twisting, it was too much- it all happened so quickly. I could feel the resistance as it met my panties and pushed back against my bottom. My pants tented considerably, then mushed down and made a big, dirty mound on my butt. My pee stream tapered for a second, and then flooded back to full force as my bladder emptied itself. My pants were soaked down to the cuffs. I could feel my pee soaking my socks and getting in my shoes.
I stood like that for a minute, panting with exhaustion, my brow drenched in a cold sweat. I held my chest with one hand, trying to will my heart to calm down. I could smell what I had done- the familiar acrid scent of peed in pants, followed by the stench of what else I had done. I pulled my long, curly black hair out of my face with my other hand, looking down at the floor at the yellow puddle that had spread out under my feet.
Gently, I reached back and cupped the mound in my pants, curious about the size. I looked down at how soaked I was. "I- I j- I just... p-peed... and pooped my pants..." I stammered to myself, unbelieving. "I... I wet and soiled myself..."
Perhaps it was the sheer volume of adrenaline that had been released, or the relief I felt from having a totally empty bladder and bowel, but for a brief moment, I felt utterly exhilarated. My face was bright pink at the shame, and I blessed the gods that I lived by myself. I was, for reasons I didn't understand yet, completely fascinated with what I had done. I just kept saying it over, and over again. "I- I soiled my pants. My panties. I pooped my panties. I'm- it's all over my bottom. It's so filthy. I shit myself in terror."
Suddenly, I realized that I might actually die if I didn't turn around, and crimp that hose again. I had to forget about what I did. I was so panicked, I couldn't even stop there. I fixed the hose, and I carefully and painstakingly removed the primer so that it wouldn't accidentally go off, no matter what. It took about twenty minutes to do this, and the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about my pants wetly clinging to my thighs. The filthy mess in my pants I had to sit in in order to finish deconstructing the bomb.
When it was all done, I got up, shakily and slowly used a rag to clean up my puddle, and threw it in the work sink. I made my way to my shower room and disrobed carefully, and cleaned myself up, washed my clothes. Once I felt I had finally done a good enough job, my knees gave out and I sat down in my shower, hot water pouring over me, knees still quaking, breath caught in my throat. I cried a little bit. My hand went between my legs, and I started to masturbate. I pleasured myself furiously, thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, raking my fingertips along the top of my insides, abusing my clitoris with my thumb. I moaned and writhed, and shuddered with ecstasy. I didn't know why, but I just had to cum. I took one of my shampoo bottles and started to push it inside me, pumping it back and forth. The water from the shower washed away the froth I was building between my legs. But for some reason, it wasn't enough to satisfy me.
My panties- once white, now permanently stained a dirty yellowish brown color- I had washed them and hung them up to dry. I was compelled to stand up, grab them again, put them on. It took no effort for me to start pissing in them. I could feel it again- the way my pee stream pushed through my panties, the way the hot pee flooded all over my womanhood. I ground my fingers against my pussylips while I wet myself, and came to a tremendous, knee shaking orgasm.
After that, I started to wet my pants on purpose, sometimes. Not often- only whenever my thoughts drifted back to that day, that moment. It was rare for me, really- elves have an interesting libido, you see. It hits hard, and lasts long, but it doesn't come often.
But then I met her.
After my incident with the nuclear bomb- which I made a killing off of, coincidentally- I had redesigned the primer so that it could be inserted as the last step before setting it off. They were designed such that there was a slot for the primer, and a slot to store it in. The idea is that when you set the bomb, you insert the primer and lock it into place firmly. Then, you can either set the timer, or remotely detonate it. This was very successful for me. I had been told that my new double-safety design had reduced accidental bomb-related goblin deaths by nearly a third. As such, the war was going better.
The war. It was always so far away, for me. I lived by myself, all alone, deep in the woods on a peninsula that rarely saw action. Mostly, civilians lived here. A big cart from the war machine would come up once a month to purchase orders from me, and occasionally other elves came up to buy a gadget or have something fixed. Or to throw rocks at me, or tomatoes, or call me a wretch. I was used to it by then- I had believed it, actually. I thought I was pathetic.
One day, I got what I thought was another customer. I had been hard at work filling one of my orders, designing remote detonators, and it had been awhile since I had last gone. I figured that whoever was here was probably someone just looking to get a watch fixed, or something mundane. But when I went to answer the door, I didn't find anyone there. Confused, I looked out into the woods, turned my head left and right, but I saw no one. So, I turned around and went to close the door.
But as I did, I felt something cold and very sharp press against my neck. It was a knife- no, it was much bigger than a knife. A crescent glaive, made from moon-blessed steel and ornate, violet metal. My breath caught in my throat, and I froze solid, putting my hands up in surrender. My knees quaked again- that familiar feeling- I pushed my thighs together, and willed myself to try and be strong. "P-please d- don't kill me," I begged, not understanding what was going on.
I heard the voice of a woman behind me. It was strong, a voice full of passion and life. Deep and controlling, commanding, but she spoke to me in a language I didn't understand. It was close to my own, but it was just alien enough that I couldn't understand it. My knees just kept quaking. "W-what d-d-do... y-you want... from me?" I stammered, whimpering with fear. "You're pathetic," I heard the woman's voice behind me, speaking my language with disdain in her tone.
From my left, she produced something for me to see- I got a look at her hand. Much larger than mine. Strong, tough looking, pale lavender skin. Almost pinkish. She was holding something I recognized- one of my primers. "You are the one who made this?" The woman's voice commanded me. "Yes," I said immediately, wilting under her knife. I couldn't disobey her, for some reason. I knew the black words, and could have used them, but I was too afraid to. I could only submit.
"Disgusting," She spat back at me, and removed the knife. When she did, I felt a boot plant itself on the small of my back and kick me inside. I squealed in terror as I tripped forward over my own feet, falling hard onto my side. I kicked my feet to get back, holding myself up with one hand as I looked up at my would-be attacker, and was awed.
She was incredible. Gorgeous, smooth lavender skin. Eyes that burned bright white with the blessing of the moon goddess. A body that was built, lean and strong. Her shoulders were broad and reliable. Her legs were thick and toned. She easily stood a foot taller than me, and was considerably more fit. She wore elegant violet leather trappings, with white fur embroideries, white owl feathers, gold trimming and embellishments of the moon. The glaive she held in her hand was sickeningly razor sharp, and gleamed in the afternoon light. Her face was intense, and beautiful- her eyebrows sharp, her hair short for an elf, just around to her shoulders. A bright, mesmerizing maroon color, the same color of the sharp streak-like tattoos that ran across her eyes and down her cheeks.
She threw the primer into my hands, and I fumbled with it a few times, barely managing to catch it, looking down at it, and up at her. As terrified as I was of her, I was completely enraptured by her strength, her power. I was nothing compared to her. I was a worm, a piece of garbage. She was a goddess. "Do you have any idea how many of my people are dead, because of you?" She stated, commanding me to listen just with the tone in her voice. Sheepishly, I shook my head. "I- I'm j-just a- a craftswoman," I replied, but she hissed and planted her boot on my gut. "Silence! I didn't tell you to speak," She berated me.
"The stupid, degenerate little green bastards of your faction have been merciless with these bombs. Their destructive power is incredible. And, they don't even blow themselves up in the process. The forest can hardly protect us from these blazing fires. They burn so bright, it blots out the moon. Scores of my Sentinel Sisters have fallen, and it is YOUR fault."
"I-I d-don't have a... a... anything t-to do with that!" I whimpered, terrified. I could feel my cheeks dampen. I was crying, I was so afraid. I must have looked so miserable. This apparently pleased the other elf, because she smirked down at me like one would look at a bug they were about to crush. Her smirk turned quickly into a scowl as she knelt down and harshly backhanded me, for the mistake of speaking out of turn. "You will be silent until I tell you to speak, whore."
With an audible schwing as her sharp weapon cut the air while she lifted it, she pointed it again at my neck, encouraging me to obey. "You are to blame for the deaths of so many. As such, I am here to punish you."
I couldn't take it anymore. Just like with the bomb, I felt that twisting in my gut. My heart racing in my chest, my knees trembling. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I quietly, and pathetically whimpered, shrank back against the wall, sitting halfway on my side with my knees bent. I knew it was going to happen, but I couldn't stop it. This powerful, terrifying woman- I was so helpless, before her. I was so afraid. I started to piss my pants.
I felt the hot wetness spread quickly across my groin and all over my butt. It dripped onto the floor, and a puddle started to grow underneath me. The air was totally silent. Her ears twitched and perked up, and I could tell she could hear it. The pathetic, audible hssssssssshhhhhh of me wetting myself. Once again, I was struck with that fascination, but also terror. My long ears wilted and bent, my eyes screwed shut, and my pee stream picked up and I started to wet more forcefully. ~She made me wet myself,~ I thought to myself, over and over. ~I'm so pathetic and terrified, that I'm peeing my pants. Right in front of her. She- she's watching me wet my pants.~
She raised her fluffy maroon eyebrows as she watched, and her snarl of disgust twisted into an expression of amusement, perhaps even joy. "Oh, my goddess, are you pissing yourself? Hahahah! I can't believe it, are you truly this pathetic? Are all you elves like this?" I was too busy crying and whimpering, I hardly noticed her kneel down and grab my face, squeezing my cheeks. "Aww, did the widdle elf slut get scared? Did the dumb little bitch forget to go potty and the mean, nasty sentinel made her wet herself like a little girl?"
With my face held like this, all I could do was stare up into her intense eyes, tremble, and pee. "Y... Yes," I said, not sure why. I was just compelled to- as I felt the puddle spread out and go down my leg, I couldn't help it. "I- I- I'm s-s-sorry," I started to weep again. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! P-please forgive me, I'm so sorry!"
She didn't say anything, at first- she just stared into my eyes, with those intimidating ones of her own. She smiled. She looked incredibly amused. I would never forget that look on her face- that look like she wanted to toy with me, like she was hungry for my suffering and humiliation. Suddenly, her look turned furious, and she reached up and painfully grabbed me by my thick, black tresses. "Shut your whore mouth!" She berated me, right in my face- I felt like she might rip my hair out. My lower lip trembled, my knees quaked, and I continued to wet my pants. "How many times must I teach you? You will speak ONLY when I command you to speak!"
As she told me this, she pulled me up, not to my feet- just enough so that she could grab my wrist with her other hand, and force me to flip upside-down. Her grip on my hair was firm, and she smacked my face down against the floor- not so hard as to hurt me, or break my glasses, but enough that it stung. "Look what you did! Hmmm, do you see what you did, you naughty, pitiful thing?" I could feel my still warm pee on my face. She began to rub my face back and forth across the floor- like she was punishing a pet for peeing on the carpet. I sputtered and gasped as my own pee got all over my face. My glasses went askew. Some of it got in my mouth. It was salty, and disgusting. "Bad girl! You are a very bad girl!"
After half a minute of this, it seemed I was allowed a reprieve. She released me, the last ounces of my urine dripping into my pants and panties. My thighs and body still quaked, but I felt so spent, so exhausted from the encounter. My nerves were fraying- I couldn't tell if I was terrified, or excited. "Oh, you absolutely need to be punished," I heard her say as she paced the floor behind me. I didn't dare to get up or even move my face to look at her. My fate was entirely in her hands.
She took me into those hands again- those strong, firm hands- grabbing me by the ear and wrist, and yanking me up to my feet. I cried out and whimpered in pain, wincing my eyes shut as she dragged me, deeper into the house- my feet felt clumsy underneath me, like I had forgotten how to use them. I thought, for a moment, she was taking me deeper into my cabin to execute me. A flood of relief washed over me as I saw that she had put her glaive down- but, I knew fully well that even without a weapon, this goddess could still kill me handily.
She was better than me in every conceivable way. It wasn't that my only option was to give up and submit to her- her very presence made me desire to.
When we got to my living room, the taller, stronger elf picked out a chair to sit in- a firm wooden one, and she dragged me along with her. My hair was wet with piss, and sweat slicked the back of my neck. My legs trembled and gave out easily as she yanked me down- and put me across her lap. My stomach rested on her thighs- I could feel how strong and thick they were, even in this position. This humiliating position- I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life. Little did I know, that this embarrassment would be mild compared to what I would eventually experience.
In one move, she yanked and shimmied my tan work pants and white panties halfway down my thighs. I winced my eyes shut- and her hand came down on my pale asscheeks, with a resonating clap. I screamed out in pain. It stung- it was only the first one, and it stung so ferociously. I forgot that I had experienced pain far worse than this. Her hand came down forcefully again, and again- she held my in place by grabbing onto my long ear. She was relentless, not letting me stop to catch breath, not backing off. I wanted to cry, so I did. I wailed like a pathetic wretch. I cried and I begged. "P-please! Ah! Ahh! I'm s-s-sorry! Aaaahh!! Ahhnnn!" I kicked my ankles, but nothing would save me from my punishment.
"Tell me what you are!" SMACK!
"I- I'm- mmm- I'm a b-bad girl..."
"Louder!" SMACK!
"Ahh! I'm a bad girl! I'm a very bad girl!"
"Tell me what you did!" SMACK!
"AAAHH! I-- I h- had an- an accident!"
"I don't THINK so! Be more clear! What did you do!?" SMACK!
"UUHHHNNN! Uhuhuhuuuu, uuhuuhuuh, I- I w- I wet m-my p-pants!"
"That's right. You wet your pants. You completely pissed yourself. You're a bad, pathetic, sad little elf who wets herself. Say it!" SMACK!
"AHH! I- I'm- I'm a pathetic little elf w-who wets herself!"
"That's right. Good. You understand." The spanking stopped then. But, she didn't let me go- she made me lay there, on her lap like that. Her hand started to rub my sore, abused, bright red bottom. Her hands had been so strong, felt so rough- I didn't realize that they could feel so tender. The pain still tingled, tears still ran down my cheeks. I cried so hard snot ran down my lip. My mascara was streaked all over my face. I looked disgusting- I looked like a mess. I was beyond humiliated, I was utterly, completely dominated. I had never been so sexually aroused in my entire life.
And she knew it. My labia had swollen, and between my lips, I was wet with more than just pee. "Ugh... are you seriously turned on? I can't believe it." Without considering my feelings on the matter, she plunged two of her fingers inside of me. She stirred them around, getting a feel for my wetness, for my womanhood. "You are! You're DRIPPING with cum. You are the most disgusting, pathetic, miserable little bitch I have ever had the displeasure of meeting."
Despite what she said, she continued. Her fingers felt amazing to me. It was like she knew exactly where to touch- exactly how to rub, exactly how to penetrate me. My lower lip trembled, my eyes screwed shut, and I stifled a moan of pleasure. "M-mmhhnn..." But, I needn't have bothered to try, because she let go of my ear, and stuffed her other fingers in my mouth- effectively gagging me. "You know, I did come here to kill you. But, you're just so adorably pathetic. Our goddess teaches us not to show mercy to our enemies, but I don't think you could ever have what it takes to be my enemy."
My eyes rolled back into my head. My whole body felt light, felt weak- the feeling of helpless compounded, but instead of terrifying me, this time, it felt good. It felt wonderful to be laying across this incredible woman's lap. Being touched by her. "I pity you. Therefore, I've decided. You can either die here and now, or, you can become my slave, until you make up for all your contributions toward the murder of my people. What do you think of that?" She popped her fingers out of my mouth to let me speak, and a strand of saliva came with them. "I'llbeyourslave!" I spat out instantly- unsure of whether it was because I cravenly feared for my life, or because I wanted to serve her.
"Eager, aren't we? Disgusting. Very well then. If you want to be my slave, you need to prove it." With that, she shoved me off of her lap, and down onto the floor. A miserable, quaking mess- so close to climax, but she denied it of me. She held her two fingers in front of her face, examined the slickness on them curiously- gave it a taste, and spat it back on the floor, choosing instead to reach over and wipe her fingers clean in my hair. "Grovel," She said, snapping and pointing down at the floor. I went to shimmy out of my wet pants, but she stuck her foot out and put it on my hand. "No. You wear your pissy pants until I say you can take them off. In fact, piss in them some more."
I could just about make out my own reflection on the metal of her shinguard- the way my lips pouted, the way my makeup had run all over my face. I looked so disgusted with myself. As she commanded, I hesitantly shimmied my clammy, wet pants back up over my butt. I got on both of my knees. I bent forward, all the way down, prostrating myself before her. My nose was touching the floor. I closed my eyes, and released the breath I didn't know I was holding. My bladder had refilled enough that, at her command, I wet my pants for about ten seconds. Again, with that audible hissssssss sound. The way it dripped off my butt and splattered wetly on the wooden floor, between my ankles.
"You will follow my every order with bated breath. If I say to kneel, you kneel. If I say you grovel, you grovel. If I say you pee, you piss yourself. No matter where we are. No matter who is around you. My orders are utterly, completely absolute. DO you understand!?" I felt a sharp thwack against my ear- a stinging sensation, and I yipped with pain. I looked up, and she was holding a thin little crop- she put it under my chin as I stared back up at her. "Y-yes," I said, nodding. "What are you called?" She asked me.
"M-my n-name is-" I started to murmur, and earned a harsh smack in the cheek with that riding crop. I cried out, tears welling in my eyes again, as it held my swiftly reddening cheek. "I do not care what your name is. You no longer have a name. You are called whatever I choose to call you. You are named whore, you are named bitch. You are named slut, you are named trash. You are named piss-pants. You are named toilet. And I, for the rest of time immemorial, I am called Mistress."
"Do you understand, pathetic-slave-who-wets-her-pants?"
The welled up tears in my eyes broke over and streaked down my cheek. I swallowed, my throat felt so dry. The words felt caught in there. "Yes," I rasped out, but that was a mistake- she whipped me on the cheek with her riding crop again, and I squealed. "Yes, Mistress!" I corrected myself, and she smiled again- that hungry, vicious smile, with her pearl white teeth. "Good."
With that, she bent over, reaching down and unlacing her boots. She popped them both off, and tossed them aside, sighing with pleasure as her feet were freed. She wriggled her toes, airing them out. Even in a puddle of my urine, I could smell the sweat on her feet. She had been wearing those boots for days. "Lick," She commanded me, and I stared stupidly at her foot. I didn't want to lick it. It was sweaty, it was gross... though I had already gotten my own pee in my mouth. "LICK!" She thundered at me, reaching down and grabbing me by the ear, roughly pulling me toward her. I cried out in shock, and stumbled forward, just barely catching myself on the floor, her sweaty foot right in my face- the smell was overwhelming. But regardless, I was so pitiful...
That I took her ankle in my hands, and started to lick her foot.
It tasted sour and salty, at first. But I kept licking. Mistress had commanded it. "That's right. Really clean it up there, piss-pants. Mmm... your tongue sure feels good... stick it between my toes." I did as she commanded, and gagged a little- the taste was much worse in that spot. "Suck," She commanded me, as she forcefully prodded her big toe against my lips. So... I did. I started to suck her toes. "Mmm, that's right... what an obedient little whore you are."
"What are you?" She asked me again. "Your slave," I replied meekly between lickings. "More," she commanded me. "I- I am your bitch." She reached between her legs, and undid her belt, pulling it free from her chaps. She put it around my neck, and tightened it, pulling it until it was like a leash and collar- and she pulled me more firmly against her foot. "More," She commanded me again. "I- I am your... your slave that... that wet herself," I stammered out. "More!" She commanded me, her voice suddenly becoming harsh, and I winced. "I- I am your filthy pathetic pitiful bitch whore, a- and I wet my pants! A-all the time!"
With her belt off, she undid a button, and into her pants her hand went. She was pleasuring herself. Getting off on my misery, getting off on how utterly submissive I had become. "That's right. That's all you will ever be. You're my property now. Now... mmnnh... and forever." She pushed my face back with her foot, moving to stand, and I thought it was over... but instead, I saw her drop her pants, and kick them away. Even her pussylips looked better than mine- even her hair was more neatly trimmed than mine, in a thin little strip.
"Lick," She commanded me once again, and tugged on the leash. She needn't have bothered- I wanted to. I got up on my knees and planted my lips against her womanhood. I writhed my tongue along it, I licked and lapped eagerly. "Ooohh... not bad... you're not entirely useless, after all," She smirked down at me. I looked her in the eyes, as she weaved her fingers into my hair, pushed my face against her groin. Tugged on my leash, choking me. My mouth was flooded with something hot and wet. Something salty. I sputtered and spit it all up, getting it all over my shirt, and she sneered down at me and yanked my hair in punishment.
"Drink it," she commanded me. At the time, I had thought it had been too far. I didn't realize anything, back then. "I- I don't w-want-" I stammered out, and her hand released my hair. Moments later, I felt the sharp sting of a blade sticking right into my neck. "Drink it," She commanded once again, and this time, I obeyed. I whimpered, I fussed, but I obeyed. I had just gotten use to the taste of her foot sweat, but now, I was drinking her pee. She ground her heel sharply between my legs, pleasuring me while I did it. Forcing myself to swallow it... feeling the hot stream spraying into my mouth, hitting the back of my tongue. I was terrified of the knife- so I drank. Swallow, after swallow...
My mind started to go hazy, then. I don't recall very well exactly how the rest of it went down, but I remember her leaning in the doorway of my home, her armor back on. Me, still in my wet pants. "You're coming with me. Gather what you need," I remember her saying. I nodded, and went to go change out of my pants, but she stopped, and grabbed my hand. "I don't think so. You're going to wear those for the rest of today. When we travel, you get no toilet breaks. You will wet your pants. Do you understand?"
Sheepishly I nodded, because I had figured so much would be true. I don't know why, standing there stupid with a blush on my face, but I wanted to hear her say it. "Yes Mistress," I replied obediently. I then started to pack. It took some time, and the sentinel was growing impatient with me. She started to follow me around, watching what I was doing, commenting on the thing I was packing. Telling me what not to take. I wanted to take some of the nice things from my kitchen, maybe present them as an offering to my goddess. So I reached for an expensive bottle in my cupboard.
"What is that?" Mistresses voice cut in, demeaning and judgmental. "I- it's- it's a b-bottle of Suntouched Vintage," I told her, showing her the label. She looked up at me, sneered, and slapped me across the face. "Are you fucking joking? Do you actually think you're EVER going to enjoy a fine glass of wine again?" Trembling, I took a little half step back. I liked my drink, you see- even for Mistress, giving it up entirely wouldn't be easy. "I- I-" I started to try and defend myself, but she smacked me across the face again. "You'll be lucky if I ever let you drink anything other than my urine. If I ever let you eat anything other than stale bread. Leave that here. You're never going to see it again."
"But I want it!" I interjected, which was a terrible, terrible mistake. I was severely punished for that. I had to leave half of the things I wanted to take behind, and that was after the vicious paddling that she gave me with the bottle itself, stepping on the back of my head, forcing my face against the floor. And then the journey that we took... that was entirely another story.
Today, I've been living with Mistress for about three months. Any of my previous passions were gone. She let me work on my engineering projects sometimes, like the time travel device that I mentioned earlier, but for the most part, Mistress was my entire life. I made gears and interlocking bolts, as well as other small mechanisms- and she made rifles with them. Not the shoddy, clunky blunderblusses like the dwarves made- elegant, pristine rifles. Highly accurate. Highly powerful, with my engineering in them. Beautiful, made of carved arcane heartwood she handled herself. I only worked with the grease and the smelt- the artistry of the craft, it was all hers.
In every way I could think of, she was superior to me.
And I love it.
I looked up at the clock I had designed myself, tick-tick-ticking away on the wall. The only source of sound in the room, other than the occasional hiss of the soldering iron connecting wires to plate. It was just about time to get to work, serving my Mistress. I put my project away, and pushed my seat back, standing. I crossed my thighs together, dipping my hips down, as I held myself between the legs. Again... I had been so engrossed in my project I forgot to go to the bathroom. Luckily, I was still dry. I could go and make it before work began, and with any luck, stay dry for the rest of the day.
I crossed the threshold of my door and started to go down the hall to relieve myself. The first hints of sunlight streamed through the curtains in our little home. I was about halfway down the hall, when I felt those strong fingers caress my arm. "Where do you think you're going, without saying good morning to me?" I heard Mistress say. I squirmed a little, hoping to get away, but in no time at all she was standing behind me, holding my wrist with one hand, pulling my soft, short frame against her tall, strong one. Pulling my back against her chest. "I- I'm j-just going to... get ready for work..."
"Is that so? Aren't you a busy little slave?" She whispered tantalizingly in my ear- she sucked on the tip of it, and I felt a shudder of pleasure run though my body. She let go of my wrist, to unbutton three of my blouse buttons- she reached her hand inside, to unhook the front hooks of the bra I wore. I bit my lip and whimpered, not wanting her to stop, but still desperately needing to urinate. "Y- Yes Mistress," I replied, as her hand went inside my shirt, and started to fondle my chest. Her hands seemed so rough, but her touch could be so gentle... my breath started to rise more heavily as she ran her fingertip over my stiffening nipple, repeatedly.
"You know better than that. You know you have to come grovel to me first thing in the morning," She chided me, but unlike when we first met, it almost sounded loving. Her other hand ran down my stomach. She started to grope me between the legs. Her groping fingers were firm, latching onto me... she pushed the heel of her palm against my bladder. Mistress knew exactly what she was doing. "I- I don't- I'm- I'm s-sorry-" I mewled, thighs squeezing together over and over, a shudder and a gasp coming from my each time she dug her palm into my bladder.
I couldn't hold it. My knees quaked together again, just like they always did. I stood on the tips of my toes, heels in the air, both toes pointed inward at each other. Desperate- so, incredibly desperate. "H... hnn..." A pitiful squeak of a whimper escaped me, and I lost control. I felt the hot wet patch flush all over my nether lips, peeing in my pants right against Mistresses fingers. The pressure caused my pee to leak back between my thighs. Wet crescents formed under my bottom, and rivulets started to run damply down the back of my legs. "Aww... already pissing your pants, this early in the morning? Did some stupid little elf forget to go potty this morning?" She condescended to me, still whimpering as I wet myself.
She pushed her fingers firmly between my legs, and then let go. Pee spread rapidly across my lap, and started to drench down the inside of my legs. Splashes and streams dripped down between my legs and soaked the back of my ankles. It felt so hot- the relief felt so good as Mistress continued to torture my bladder. My eyes turned back into my head. My toes curled as I felt pee soak into my socks. She continued to grope my chest, and she licked her way down my ear, and started to kiss my neck. "Uuuhhhnnn," a moan escaped me. "Oh my," Mistress whispered in my ear, reaching down and patting my butt, feeling the shimmering wetness drenching down my inner thigh. "Are you enjoying this? Hmm?"
"Y... Yes... yes Mistress..."
"You are? Really? Does it feel good?"
"It... it feels good..."
"And why does it feel good?"
"Because... I'm wetting... in your arms..."
"Do you love it? Say it."
"I- I l-love-- love it w-when Mistress... makes me wet myself..."
Mistress firmly groped me, swatted my bottom, touched me all over, as the pee soaked down my pants legs, dripped all over my legs and ankles. With a flick of her wrist, a sharp knife was suddenly in her hand, and she was holding it against my neck. This was nowhere near the first time this had happened, and I knew what it meant. The terror of having a knife to my throat... I whimpered, my knees bent more. I felt it again, just like that time so long ago- the twisting, in my lower stomach. I shuddered, gasped out for air. I was terrified, I kept trying to convince myself. So terrified... my heart racing again, just like it did that day.
The uncomfortable, unusual feeling of my panties tenting. The way I dug my fingers into my palms. The tent grew larger and larger, and my blush of shame grew hotter and hotter. Finally I passed the point of no return, and it all came rushing out. Completely filling the seat of my pants. Helpless, terrified, I did it again- I soiled myself. Right in my Mistresses lap- I wet my pants, and shit my panties.
I had been living with Mistress for seventy three days, by that point. Occasionally, I was able to be a good girl and allowed to use the potty, to stay dry. However, out of those seventy three days of living here, seventy three times, I had pooped my pants. A few times, I didn't even do it because Mistress commanded me to. My mind raced, the way it always did. ~I wet my pants and shit myself, ohh, ohhh I did it, I'm a bad girl, I used my pants as my toilet, I COMPLETELY flooded and crapped myself, oh no, oh no, I'm a bad girl, I'm a VERY bad girl!~
That was when I heard the snap of the lock. A simple little padlock, not too difficult to remove. But I couldn't remove it, because Mistress put it on me. She locked my belt. She had locked my pants into place- my eyes went wide as I realized what that meant. "That's right... now it's time to get to work. Go on- have a seat at your desk," Mistress said, guiding me into the room, tears forming in my eyes. "Ugh, you stink. You're so absolutely, completely, disgusting. You filthy, naughty girl."
True to her word, I spent hours sitting at my work bench, stewing in my own horrible mess. Being forced to live with the stench of it. Not even a mercifully opened window helped to mitigate it. The filth all over my bottom, spreading every time I had to adjust myself in my seat... I wanted to cry, I wanted to throw up. But this was my reality now- if this was what Mistress demanded of me, this is what I would get.
And I was rewarded, in the end. After a few hours, she un-shackled me from the bench, and took me to get cleaned up. A process made even more humiliating, because she made a point of cleaning me. As if I were unable to do it myself- as if I was too stupid, or meek, or miserable. But even if it was humiliating, it was an incredible process to me- despite her apparent strength and viciousness, Mistress had such tender hands. Her touch was fastidious, detailed, caressing and concerned. She took me to her bedroom afterwards, and we made love, for nearly an hour. As I laid on the bed in a trance, enraptured by the pleasure, my head rolling from side to side on her pillow, she set about to the business of putting me in diapers, like she had done many times before.
Freshly powdered and padded up, I lolled my head to the side, and stared out the window. Mistress pulled the blinds shut, and she threw a large, soft blanket over me. It was nap time, it seemed- not that I would be able to do anything about it, spent as I was. I had resigned myself to some alone time in the dark, when I felt the covers shifting. She slipped into bed behind me, pulling me tenderly into her waiting arms. Letting my head rest on her bicep. Caressing my hair, whispering things to me I was too exhausted to understand. I felt more comfortable than ever, safer than ever, in her protective embrace.
I fell asleep, and I dreamt of only one thing.
Her. |
I'm really enjoying these two characters, and will probably write about them a lot. I plan to circle back to Liera and Rain at some point, but I'm feeling more about this hardcore domination scene. Now that I've established both of their introductions, I can start writing shorter snippets about their lives together, and speaking of that, I am somehow still horny enough to want to write more after dropping all that, so here we go. As always, if you enjoy any of my stories, please let me know! I'm happy to take criticism as well.
Her
(Part 1.1)
I woke up wetting myself.
Despite what you now know about me, this was not actually the norm. True, I used to wet the bed whenever I would get too intoxicated, but since I came to live as Mistress's slave, I haven't had a drop of alcohol. Thankfully her threat to feed me old bread and water me with her pee was only that, a threat, and I had been living on local fare and the recipes of her people. They always had this refreshing earthiness to them. I miss the sharp flavors and savoriness of my own people's dishes, but I wasn't complaining. My life felt like a dream. I was utterly, unequivocally in love. I love Mistress, more than anything.
But back to the point- I woke up, and I was wetting myself.
I lifted my head with a little gasp, unfurling the bedsheets and looking down at the puddle I was no doubt creating. Except, I wasn't. I had forgotten- at the end of the last day's play, Mistress put me in diapers again. They were getting warm and wet, starting to swell as they soaked up my pee. They were classic, bright white diapers intended to be puffy, obvious, and embarrassing to wear, and they easily turned yellow. I blushed as I watched them change from white to pee discolored. Then, I rested my head against my pillow, and sighed with relief.
I like diapers. They have all the aspects of humiliation that Mistress loves to put me through, but with none of the clean up. They made me feel safe and protected. They were soft, and when I wear them, I feel shy and girlish. It's okay for a diaper-wearing coward like me to wet herself. That's what diapers are for. So I let my legs fall effortlessly open, I turn my head to the side and close my eyes. I put my finger in my mouth, nibbling on the tip of it, while I simply... let go.
But still, it was unusual.
I felt fingers gently reach down, and push on the front of my diapers. Fingers rapping against the padding, pushing them against my groin so that I could feel the hot wetness flooding all over my womanhood. My eyes fluttered open as I turned my head, to look up at her. Her- always, her. In my every waking thought, in my dreams. There when I went to sleep, there when I awoke in the morning. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, looking down at me with those hungry, amused eyes. She was fully dressed up.
And by dressed up, I meant, in her dominatrix clothes. Sleek, magenta red leather that almost matched the color of her hair. Leather chaps that bound her muscular legs tightly, with the groin cut out so that her genitals were exposed. A tight corset that squeezed her strong frame and boosted up her breasts. Large holes cut in the chest, so her breasts were exposed entirely. Long red silk gloves, that went well past her elbow. A mask, a sharp looking thing with flaring horns that covered only her eyes and the bridge of her nose. My heart started to beat faster, just at the sight of her. She had her riding crop sitting across her lap- she took it and started to run it along my collarbone, dragging it down between my own exposed breasts. I had spent the night wearing nothing but a diaper.
"Aww. Naughty little piss pants, first thing in the morning and you're already having an accident? What am I ever going to do with an incontinent little slut like you?" She asked me, thwapping the groin of my diapers a few times with her crop. It didn't hurt at all, with the padding protecting me. I flushed with shyness and squirmed in bed, my lips pouting. "I- I'm sorry Mistress... I wet myself again..."
That pleased, amused smile returned to her lips, and I felt my own heart race with happiness and excitement. I loved seeing that look on her face. But, to tell you the truth, I also had become fixated on words and phrases. It felt as good, perhaps even better, to tell my Mistress that I had an accident, than actually peeing. Even saying it in these memoirs, it excites me still. I am a dirty, pitiful little elf, and I wet my pants every single day. Mistress's love helps me to embrace it.
"Of course you did. That's why I make you wear diapers," Mistress tells me, as she starts to run the riding crop along my body again. Starts to tease it in circles around my areola. Prods my nipples with it, pats my cheek with it. "B-But it's... it's unusual," I reply. "I... I don't n-normally bedwet..."
"You're just starting to become completely incontinent. You're so wretched, you just can't help it. That's why I take care of you, my little piss pants," Mistress coos to me, bending down and holding my cheeks in her hands, kissing me sweetly on the forehead. I want to believe her, but I recall her now making me take something with my water before I went to bed. Perhaps some kind of medicine, to make it harder to retain control. Still, I don't mention it. "Yes Mistress," I murmur submissively. "I'm just a pantswetting elf."
As I speak, she lifts my arms, up above my head. Mistress has a pair of handcuffs- she pulls my wrists behind my back, and puts them on me. She forces me to spread my legs. From her bedside drawer, she takes one of her favorite toys- her remote controlled little egg. I made it for her myself. Of course, it was more like a present for me, since I'm the one she uses it on. She pulls the front of the waistband out, making a show of peeking inside and clucking her tongue at me. "Look at you, completely soaked. You are so utterly hopeless, aren't you?" She pushes on my bladder, and to my surprise, I pee. Normally when she does that, it makes me HAVE to pee, but doesn't cause me to actually do it. I watch with fascination as I arc a short stream for a few seconds into my diapers. Pussylips freshly wet, she slips her hand down and inserts the egg toy into me, right up against my clitoris, and starts it on a low setting.
"A-aa--ahhh...." A breathy, chattering moan escapes my lips. I writhe against the handcuffs. "You... are such a bad, bad girl," Mistress tells me. She retrieves one of her special candles from the bedside table- she increases the intensity of my vibrator, as she drips the wax over my chest. It burns hot on my sensitive skin, but it cools in an instant- compounded with the shame and the pleasure, it feels incredible to me. "I- I'm a bad girl that wet her diapers," I reply shyly. This elicits another one of those wonderful hungry smiles. "That's right. You are. And that's not all you do."
She increases the intensity another level. "Unnhhmmm... unn, I... I wet.... my pants, too... my skirts... my panties... I'm always making puddles... a-always peeing my pants... and..." "And?" She urged me to continue, increasing the intensity just a little more, reaching down with her free hand and putting a clothespin on my nipple. "Ah! Ahh, I, I, I p-poop my pants! I'm a bad dirty elf who wets her pants and poops her panties!"
She brings the intensity up even higher, leaning over me and clothespinning my other nipple. She bends down and sticks her tongue in my mouth, lewdly taking a kiss from me, and biting my lower lip. "Soil yourself, this instant," She commands me. I bend my knees, clench my fists, and start to go-
When suddenly, there's a knocking at the door. Mistress whirls her head up and looks towards the front hall from our bedroom, and sneers with irritation. "Who the fuck is that? I don't have any customers today," She said. She put a finger against my lips before I could speak. "Save that thought. Don't you DARE soil yourself without me. And stay here." For some reason, there's not just a tone of irritation in her voice, but also, some worry. She pulls off her mask, sitting it on the bedside table, and she yanks her bathrobe out of her cabinet, a silky mooncloth thing, dyed a pale pink with berries. She storms out the room, to the front door.
I hear her throw it open, and I hear her harsh voice. "I'm not open- Oh! It's you," I hear her say. You? Did she have a visitor she recognized? I was content to writhe on the bed and moan quietly- she had left the vibrator on, after all- but I was curious too, so I got up, and just barely peeked my head out the doorframe, to see who it was.
"It's me!" I hear a cheery voice in the doorway. It was nearly grating- entirely too cheery. Like butterflies having a tea party. "I brought the new shipment of ores, as you requested. Gotta say, this is unusual, I didn't know you had any expertise working with these materials, Ka- Mmmff!" I saw my Mistress reach through the door, and swiftly cover their mouth. "No names!" She hissed at her. She beckoned for her to come inside.
"No names? Ooooh! Does that mean you have... a new one??" The too-cheery female voice chimed like a bell. I saw a tower of bright powder blue enter the building. I recognized immediately that this was going to be a very awkward situation. She was one of those ex-demon people, the ones with horns and a tail and hooves... and incredibly long, thick legs... and perky, large breasts that strained her tight green top that was supported by only a collar instead of sleeves. Not to mention, she was exactly as tall as Mistress. Mistress was exceptionally tall, even for her people- she utterly towered over me, so, seeing someone else as tall as her came as a shock. She had bouncy, curly blonde hair, styled into dozens of drills that gave her the look of a fancy gilded curtain or something.
This was bad news, as I explained before. See, that would be because a long time ago, during the Third War- or perhaps was it after the Third War? Either way, my people did some absolutely horrible things to her people. Essentially they were a nomadic people and they sabotaged their craft and lots of them died, both in the conflict and the ensuing crash after. Back then I was engrossed entirely in my studies of the Black Words, so I didn't actually take part in any of this, but that didn't matter. To her, I would be an enemy. I whimpered and backed away through the doorframe, a whisp of my black hair showing as I looked frantically for somewhere to hide.
"As a matter of fact, I do have a new one," Mistress explained, "And we were in the middle of an important... bonding session, so lets just get this over with." Apparently the bubbly bluebell had no intention of quietly going along with it. "Oh, nonsense, Mistress!" She said in a tone of voice that implied she didn't take my Mistress seriously, which was a great way to make her very angry. "I just have to see it! You let me see all the others, why not this one?" She asked, and I could feel Mistress glaring at her even though we were separated by the wall. And, now, by the mattress, because I was hiding underneath it. Whimpering and pushing my hands into my groin, writhing from the vibrations. I could have just taken it out, but that would have been disobedient, and I was a very obedient slave.
"This one is special," Mistress replied coolly, despite the way she was being spoken to. I was impressed with her levelheadedness. I had only ever known her to be harsh and fiery, or tender and loving- it was interesting to hear her being icy, and calm. I blushed with a feeling of pride. Mistress said I was special! But, perhaps she meant special in a... different way. "I don't care, let me see it anyway. Whatever freaky thing you do to her, I don't mind."
There was a long pause, and I heard an audible sigh of irritation. "Very well," I heard Mistress say, and I whimpered and balled myself up tighter under the mattress. I didn't want to see her! Even if she wasn't a species that hated mine, I didn't want anyone seeing me in wet diapers! Not that I hadn't been seen like this before in public, but, that was a story for a different time. I heard Mistress's heels and the other woman's hooves clicking along the floor, and heard the doorway creak as it was pushed open. Mistress clicked her tongue with annoyance. "I thought I fucking TOLD you to stay HERE!" She yelled at me, and I flinched. "Aww, is it too shy to come out?" Mistress's associate asked. There was a brief pause, and then- "Ah. It's under the bed."
My eyes went wide in shock. How did she know? She hadn't even attempted to look for me! But she was right. Mistress heeded her advice and bent down, poking her head under the bed and glaring at me. "What are you doing here, slut? We have a guest. Get out." She grabbed me by the ear and pulled, and I cried out and kicked and resisted her. "N-no! I- I d-don't want to come out!" This only caused Mistress to pull my ear harder. "What the hell did you just say to me? Did you already forget that when I give you an order, you FOLLOW it!? This is twice you've disobeyed me now. I'm going to have to punish you very severely."
And so, against my will, I was dragged out from under the bed. Just enough so that my head and half of my upper body popped out enough to be seen. My ears were wilted in shame, my face red with humiliation, lips turned into a spoiled pout. I did not want to see this woman, and for good reason. Immediately the one with horns sneered down at me and pointed accusingly. "Um. What the hell is that?" She asked.
"This is my new plaything. You are being VERY disobedient. Get out from under there!" Mistress grabbed my hair and tugged, but I fought regardless. "Are you fucking kidding me with this? THIS is your new plaything? You aren't being serious, are you? You know what that is, right? Is this like when a cat plays with its food before killing it?" The horned woman spat harshly. True to my concern, she hated me, because of what I was. A player on the other team, so to speak... and Mistress was growing incredibly irate.
"What I do with my property is MY business," She said, letting me go and turning to stare down her 'friend'. She walked right over to her, glaring at her face from only a few inches away. "I have her under control." The bluebell 'tsk'd her tongue back, turning her face away and glaring back out of the corners of her eyes. "Have you forgotten how dangerous these things can be? What they do? They scheme, they plot, they betray. You might think you have her under control, but she might just be using you." Mistress barked a harsh laugh in return. "Her? She's far too pathetic for anything like that. She's nothing more than my property. She can't do anything."
"I- I didn't- I didn't d-do anything," I stammered out, still frowning at the other woman. Down on the floor like this, she stood so tall over me. I was almost as intimidated as I was by Mistress. I could sense strength in her too. She wasn't as fit and toned as Mistress, but I could tell she had other powers. And it seemed, she could tell, so did I. "You didn't do anything? The wind whispers to me otherwise. You've done plenty of things. Ka-- ahem, 'Mistress' could not possibly punish you enough to pay for the weight of your sins."
Mistress slapped her firmly across the face. "I will be the judge of that. How dare you come into my bedroom and treat my property in such a way." The air was still, as the blue woman looked back at my pink Mistress, holding her face where she was slapped. She had seem stuck to her virtues, but what was that look in her eyes? Was it... fear? She looked back down at me, and bit the corner of her lip. I could feel the two of them judging me with their gaze. These two tall, strong looking women... with conviction, and backbone... I shrank down under their gaze. I realized I did not deserve to be fought over like this. I was just a short, weak toilet slut, my only redeeming qualities being my skill with machinery, knowledge of how to use my tongue, and my bottom, which was the largest out of all the women currently in the room.
"Well... she is pretty cute. And she does look oh so miserable. Perhaps I can entrust her punishment to you!" The hooved woman decided as she looked me over. She shot a glance back up at Mistress, and gave her a cryptic warning: "But you had best be certain to teach her to watch her tongue." The warning apparently went over Mistress's head, but, it stuck with me. What did she mean? Was she talking about the Black Words? Could the wind tell her that?
I would never use the Black Words on Mistress. I will never use them ever again, because I don't need to. Mistress protects me now. I'm safe, with her. I'm not afraid of anything anymore, other than... her.
As I ruminated on the thought, I squealed with dismay as Mistress suddenly grabbed my wrist, and pulled me out from under the bed, forcing me up to my feet- holding my arm above my head, only the tip of one toe could reach the floor- she held me effortlessly with her strength, and even if I wanted to kick and get away, I couldn't. My face turned completely red, and I tried to cover up my diaper with my free hand. The horned girl gagged a little at me. "Oh, my fuck, are you serious right now? Is that a diaper? Hahahaha! That's disgusting! Is that what she likes, huh? Ugh! Look, it's yellow! She wet herself!" The blue woman continued to point and laugh at me, and I wanted to curl up and die. I removed my hand from trying to cover my diapers, and instead used it to cover my face instead.
"That's right," Mistress confirmed. "She wets her diapers." How could she just outright say that to someone I didn't even know?! Wasn't she embarrassed herself? My lip quivered and tears started to well up in the corner of my eyes, and trickle over onto my cheeks. "Aww, look, we made her cry!" The blue woman jeered, stepping over and tugging harshly on my hair. I yipped in pain, and Mistress grabbed her wrist, and forced her to withdraw her hand. "No touching," She sternly warned her, and her friend scoffed and took a step back. "I can't believe it. An elf like her, and look what she's wearing. You must hate your life right now. Ugh, she's so gross. Don't tell me that's all she does."
"It isn't," Mistress smirked, looking me over with those condescending, mocking eyes. "Tell her what else you do, bitch." My fel green eyes darted from woman to woman, turning my head to Mistress, unsettled. "Y- you-- you mean-?" I cried out as she harshly slapped me across the face. Apparently I was embarrassing her in front of her friend. "You know EXACTLY what I mean. Say it, whore."
Mistress mercifully dropped me then, so I could squirm on the spot, twiddling my fingers together in front of my chest, forearms close together to cover up my exposed tits. This was a rush in its own right. I was angry... I think. But I was so submissive to Mistress, I couldn't act on that anger. "I- um... I..." The horned girl turned her head and cupped a hand to her ear. "What? Speak up! Quit stammering like you don't even know how to speak, you stupid diaper bitch."
My face was bright red with humiliation and frustration. I screwed my eyes shut, and dug my nails into my palms. "I piss my pants!" I admitted. The rush I got from it was incredible. A complete stranger, coming in and seeing me in wet diapers, and now I'm telling her that I wet my pants, too. I wanted more. "And- and I- I p-p-- poop my pants... too..."
My legs gave out, and I slid down to the floor. I covered my face with both my hands, beyond embarrassed. I heaved and whimpered, seeming like I was crying, but really I was stifling the moans of pleasure. The egg vibrator was still well at work in my folds, and I was positively dripping. The other two women were so quiet. I could tell, Mistress's friend was staring at me, in complete and utter disgust. It was silent, save for my whining, for a full half a minute, until finally the blue girl spoke up-
"...I want to see."
I uncovered my face and looked up at her, and then up at Mistress. My elven goddess had that toothy, hungry look on her face again, and I knew my suffering was about to increase greatly. "Certainly," Mistress agreed as she forced me to get back up on my knees. She tore off the tapes on my diaper, disposed of it. She dug her finger around inside me, until she found and popped out her remote controlled toy- turned off, and put on the sink for washing later. "Wh- what?" I asked shakily, not understanding what was going on. Before I knew it I was being forced to step into a pair of plain white panties, and one of my special pairs of pants.
Mistress bought them for me. They fit me perfectly- they were tight, and perked up my butt. They were made of slightly tougher, thicker material, which meant that they got soaked better. And they were pure white- Mistress called them my 'potty pants'. She loved to watch me use these pants as my toilet, especially because of the color- they stained yellow very easily. And... brown. I had multiple pairs because they needed to be bleached between accidents. Here I was, hair still a mess from being in bed, no bra, no shirt, no socks even- just naked from the waist up, clothespins still on my puffy, sore nipples- wearing my white pants. Mistress chained me up to the wall, a set of chains that hung from the ceiling. The chains could be pulled up, forcing me to hang off the ground a few inches. Normally I enjoyed it, but not with someone else watching!
Mistress shed her robe, letting it drop to the floor, the silk pooling gently around her feet. Her friend whistled at her. "What an outfit," she commented. Mistress smirked back at her, and retrieved her riding crop- which she quickly used to switch me on the bottom. "AH!!" I cried out intensely- it hurt! She'd never hit me with this thing like that before! "THIS is what you get for disobeying me, not once, not twice, but THREE times!" Another CRACK of the crop across my butt, and I squealed in pain. The terror was rising in my throat again. It hurt... it hurt so much! CRACK! "AAH!!!"
The friend was looking over me curiously. "That looks fun and all, but shouldn't you just order her to do it?" She asked, and Mistress shook her head, smiling again. "She'll lose control," She said with confidence, reaching over and handing the blue woman her riding crop. "You go ahead." Her friend smirked her own condescending, toothy grin, and bent the crop between her fingers to test it. "Don't mind if I do-" And then it came again, the next CRACK!
I screamed in pain again, my head tilted back as I panted from the rush of endorphins. It was even WORSE with her handling it! I realized then that Mistress was a complete expert. She held back. Always punished me just past my breaking point, but this woman- she hated my people, and would do no such thing. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She fired off a staccato of spankings, abusing, torturing my poor ass. I immediately began to cry. Big, pathetic, weepy tears of suffering. Boo-hooing and whining of the most pitiful of levels. Mistress's friend could only laugh. "Listen to her cry! Oh fuck, you are SUCH a pathetic piece of garbage! Cry harder!"
I felt it again. The panic in my throat, the quaking of my knees. The twisting. But thanks to the drug I must have been given last night, I didn't hold on for very long. Just one more spank later, and I was wetting my pants. Choking out whimpers of horror and despair. I had already wet my diapers earlier, so it wasn't a long soaking, but it was enough. Pee bloomed across the back of my thighs, like two long sweeping petal shapes that grew and grew. My white pants turned semi-translucent, started to turn yellow. Piss gushed down the inside of my thighs. It all dripped off the tip of my toes, suspended up above the floor- just enough to drip into a puddle on the floor at my feet about a foot in diameter.
~I- I did it again. Another woman made me wet myself,~ I thought. I thanked the goddess that Mistress prayed to, and Mistress herself. It was almost like the first time all over again- a completely exhilarating experience. Suddenly, I didn't think this girl was so bad. She made me wet my pants, after all. "Hah... hahah, look at that. That's just so sad. That's so disgusting. Are you a fucking child, seriously?" I then remembered why I didn't like the blue girl. I just squinted my eyes shut and took the beratement, it was all I could do. "Look at this once-proud elf, with all her magic and her history, and now she's chained to the ceiling fuckin' pissing in her pants. You should hate yourself. In fact, I can only imagine that you do hate yourself. Otherwise, you'd eventually kill yourself under this kind of torment, right? Maybe you ought to do it tonight!"
She reeled back her arm, and I was certain a whipping of unprecedented proportions was going to come, but as she swung her hand forward, it stopped- Mistress had grabbed her wrist. I looked over my shoulder, wondering when the blow would come, and that's when I saw it-
A look on Mistresses face that I never, ever wanted to see again.
She'd looked furious and disdainful at me before, but it wasn't anything like this. I was overwhelmed with the sheer killing pressure I felt from her. Believe it or not, even as utterly pathetic as I am, I have experienced killing intent before. This was like that, but worse... it was like there was something she could do that was worse than death, and she was going to do it.
"You overstep your boundaries, woman." Before her friend could even respond, Mistress reeled her hand back, punched her in the side of the jaw, and knocked her clean the fuck out. She crumpled like paper, a stupid, perplexed look of pain on her face, before she fell to the ground. Her face landed in my pee puddle, and this pleased me immensely. She left her on the floor and came over to me, caressing my hair, cupping my cheeks, cooing at me, assuring me everything was alright. "It's okay... yes, it's okay, you can cry... mmmhm... you poor, miserable thing. How adorable you looked hanging there, sobbing and wetting yourself. I burned the sight into my memory." She let me down from the chain, caressing my hair and pushing my face into her chest.
Once I got over the initial shock, I continued my crying session into Mistress's breasts. They felt comforting, even if they were firm and strong. I sobbed like that awhile... then, the next show began.
I was chained to the ceiling again, but this time, I was turned around so that I could see the opposite wall. Mistress's friend was chained to that wall. She was flat against the wall so that her wrists and face were forced against it- just barely enough room for Mistress to reach and squeeze her breasts. Her ankles were chained together at an awkward angle, with a medium sized spreader bar, but her knees were wrapped together. This forced her to stand against the wall with her bottom sort of out, and her tail flicked from side to side. She'd been left in her green pants, but her top had been removed entirely. She groaned groggily. "Unnhhh... what happened....?"
Mistress was standing behind me. She was watching the horned girl intently, holding something behind her back. With her other hand, she was freely caressing me, touching my chest. "You stepped much too far. You disrespected me immensely, after I did you the courtesy of inviting you into my home, and letting you play with my toys. You said something unforgivable to my lovely piss pants. Now I'm going to punish you."
The girl chained to the wall started to panic, her tail swish-swishing back and forth rapidly, pulling and struggling against her bonds. "W- wait-! I- I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized, and she sounded much meeker than before. This was when I realized that this wasn't the first time Mistress had 'punished' this particular friend. She huffed furiously, as she realized she wasn't getting out of it. "Sorry I didn't whip your plaything a little HARDER, that is."
Mistress said nothing. She merely stepped out from behind me, turned to plant a loving kiss on my cheek. "Watch very closely," She commanded me, and so, I did. She unfurled the leather whip she'd been holding behind her back, and in one smooth, expert motion, snapped it across the blue woman's back. I had never actually seen a real whip before- it sounded like a rifle shot. It sounded like the most painful thing I'd ever heard. An enormous welt was left across her 'friend's back, and she shrieked bloody murder. "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" Her body cringed, her chest arched forward. She slumped against the wall, panting with exhaustion at having to deal with the pain.
"P... Please... please...." She whimpered, and Mistress ignored her. She whipped her across the back again, leaving another long welt, so there were two in the shape of an X. She hadn't broken the skin, but... it looked like she easily could. The woman screamed terribly again, and I flinched, feeling terrified myself. "No more! No more I'm sorry, please, PLEASE, I'm sorry Mistress, please!" She begged. "That's much better. You tried to call me by my name twice. You should know by now that to you, just as it is to her, my name is MISTRESS!!"
Mistress cracked her with the whip once more, and that was when she did it. I hadn't seen anything like it before- it wasn't like when I do it at all. There was this loud, filthy, wet noise- a sound sort of like 'PPPBBLLHHRRRRTTT!!', and suddenly, Mistress's 'friend' was having a complete accident in her pants. Urine gushed forcefully down the inside of her legs, poured off her bottom, drenched all over the back of her ankles. Her tail stuck straight up in the air, and a wet, mushy mound quickly grew in the seat of her pants as she shit herself. "AH! AHH!! AHH PLEASE NO, NOOOO!" She screamed again in pain. 'PRRBBHHTT! FLRRRPPHHTTT!' It just kept coming out. She was having an enormous poop in her pants.
And even then, Mistress did not stop. She continued to lay into her, crack after crack of her whip. It was actually terrifying to watch. It was so terrifying, I shuddered and whimpered. I felt that electricity down my spine, that twisting and churning in my gut and loins. I felt my pants tenting out. I felt the way that they pulled on my hips, as the tent in the seat of my pants stretched bigger, and bigger, and then- it fell into my panties. It was a big one, too... not quite as big as the hooved girl's pants pooping, but, I felt the weight of it in my panties tugging down more than I ever had before. It was so warm and filthy all over my butt. Just like every day... I shivered and shuddered. The stench in this room was so terrible. I was just as afraid of Mistresses whip, that I crapped my pants too, hanging from the ceiling.
Mistress reached over behind me with her free hand, not bothering to look as she cupped the enormous mound in the seat of my pants, pushing it against my bottom lightly. "What am I to do with the both of you? Looks like I have not one, but TWO disgusting girls who can't keep their pants clean."
Mistress wanted to play with me after that, so, after she deemed her 'friend' to have been sufficiently punished, she let her go... and kicked her out of the house, forcing her to go find her own change of pants, and walk down the road completely soaked and soiled. We played for some hours, after that... it had been such an exciting morning, after all, we couldn't let it go to waste. I didn't think I had ever been happier in my entire life to be alone in a room with another woman after relieving myself in my pants.
Following that day, every once in awhile, when I got up in the morning, or in the evening after my work was done, sometimes, I was chained up together with Mistresses draenei friend, and we would wet ourselves. All under the protective, authoritative gaze...
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I like to bounce between warcraft and star wars fiction since those are the two games I've done lots of roleplaying in, but I've experimented recently with branching out into Elder Scrolls a little. However, today...
I'm going to write something that's entirely my own world. This sort of idea is something I've been bouncing around for awhile as part of something much larger and not really pee oriented that I've wanted to make for a long time. I was originally going to use this idea as a roleplaying setting, but I think it will flow smoother if I just write it as a story.
That being said, this story is going to be quite different. It's going to be a lot less shameless and a lot more horrible. So be warned:
The following content contains graphic imagery of terror, pain, suffering, gore, and death. You've been warned.
As with all my previous stories it also definitely has pants wetting and soiling as well.
Piss, Die, Repeat
(Chapter 1)
I awoke suddenly, gasping for breath and holding my chest. Intense pain wracked through me, radiating from my heart, and spreading across my chest and arms, down into my stomach. I felt I was going to be sick, doubled over sitting on my bed, unable even to scream as the air was caught in my lungs. I immediately rolled the upper half of my body to the side and vomited over the edge of the bed, but it was an empty dry heave, and only a strand of foamy spittle came out.
The pain began to subside, and I felt a cooling sensation running down my spine, originating in the base of my skull. It calmed me somewhat, and helped me to feel normal again. I was able to collect myself, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and consult my surroundings. I was in a strange, sterile room- a cell, perhaps. The walls and the floor were all made of this same opaque white plastic, a bluish light radiating through it and lighting up my room with cold colors. The room was tiny- it was no wider than the length of my bed, and only about one and a half times that long. Just enough room so that I could stand up.
When I stood up, in front of me was a mirror, which ran from the floor to the ceiling. It had no border, nothing fancy- just a metallic sheet that showed me my own reflection. Printed on the mirror, so that it appeared above my head in my field of view, was a word. "Iyaori". I realized that was my name, Iyaori. Upon that realization, I realized something else- I had absolutely no memories of where I was, who I am, or what I was doing here. I didn't even recognize my own body in the mirror. So, this was me?
It appeared I was a young adult woman, maybe in her early twenties. Despite having no memories of the outside world, or anything at all, I somehow knew that. I knew that I was of foreign descent. My skin was a clear olive brown color, my eyes were like thin slits. My face looked attractive enough- perhaps average at best, but I was wearing black lipstick and violet eyeshadow that brought out the exotic look of my face. My face was more flat than it was angular- I had a small button nose, and my jaw was slightly rounded. I had black hair, tied up well and elegantly in a bun on top of my head. It shimmered in the pale blue light.
I looked down at my chest, reaching my hands up and cupping both of my breasts. I knew, for some reason, that I had a rather impressive set of breasts, and I also knew that this was important... that I could use my looks and body to my advantage, in society. Funnily enough, I didn't remember what a 'society' was. My first thought that I was in a prison cell was reaffirmed to me when I saw what I was wearing. Very simple clothes, white sneakers that were easy to move in, insulated powder blue leggings that hugged my proportions, and a simple shirt of the same color that had a chastely cut neckline. I did have one thing that stood out to me- I was wearing a strange earring.
It was attached to my upper earlobe- a thin silver strip with glowing blue lights on it. When I touched it, I realized that it was firmly attached to my ear- I could not take it off. Soon after touching the earring, the lights in my room came up brighter, with an audible hum. Then, I heard a voice.
"State your name." Another woman's voice- it resounded inside of my head. It didn't sound as if it were coming from the walls or my earring, but inside of my own skull- as if a voice was being transmitted directly into my brain. A panicked cry escaped me as I flinched and quickly turned, almost expecting someone to be behind me, but of course, there wasn't. "I- what am I doing here?" I asked.
"State your name," the woman's voice said again. Could she have been a machine? She certainly sounded like one. Her tone and intonation were monotonic. It sounded as if she had no emotions whatsoever. The voice of a middle aged woman, maybe? Ethereal and light, but sophisticated in pronunciation. Even though she had to repeat herself, she didn't seem angry. I looked at the name in the mirror again, and muttered out "I-.. Iyaori". "Correct." Why did she even ask me if she already knew the answer? "What do you remember?" The voice continued to question me, and I looked around confused still, trying to spot the speaker it must be coming out from. Which was strange, because I didn't remember what exactly a speaker was.
"I-- I don't remember anything. What the fucking hell am I doing here?" I asked, panic giving way to irritation. I hadn't meant to say it like that, it just came out naturally. It seemed that whoever I was, I was foul mouthed. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and pursed my lips, looking analytically at myself. Something felt wrong. Despite the fact that I was looking in a goddamn mirror, I couldn't shake the feeling that this person that I was seeing was not who I really was. In fact, it felt odd to have the body of a woman, in the first place.
"You are here for examination," Miss Monotone replied to me. On cue, my name disappeared from the mirror. Some new symbols appeared on it, instead: The numbers 2, 3, 1- and three symbols above them that looked like so: I II III. "Touch the numbers and connotate them to the proper symbol," The voice commanded me. It was so laughably easy, that I just went ahead and did it without questioning it, in a number of seconds. "There. Am I done?" I asked impatiently. "No. You are not."
With a hiss of released gas, the panel of the wall next to the mirror pulled back, and retreated into a slot in the corner- it was apparently a door. "Proceed to the next test. You may not return to previously visited rooms. Ensure that you are ready." Looking back at the bed I laid on, searching through the pockets of the pants I wore, there was absolutely nothing that I could take with me. There weren't even sheets on the bed- it was just a foamy mattress. I even checked underneath the bed, just to be sure it wasn't a trick, and found nothing. So I shrugged, and proceeded through the door. A few tests, maybe I get some answers, then I'm done- that's what I thought.
How incredibly wrong I was.
As I stepped through the door, it hissed shut behind me, and I saw a light in the corner of my eye- I tried to look at it, but no matter where my eyes went, it stayed in the periphery of my vision. It was a number: "50". "What does this number mean?" I asked, expecting the voice to have followed me. "You will deduce that later," She replied unhelpfully. "Prepare for the next test."
I wasn't completely prepared though, because as I stepped through the door I felt chill air blow mildly across my shoulders, and I shuddered, and realized the fullness of my bladder. "Hey, can I go pee first?" I asked, not thinking that saying that might have been embarrassing or rude. "That privilege is earned," I heard the voice say back to me, and I stared deadpan at the corner of the new hallway I was in. "Are you fucking serious?" I protested. "That privilege is earned," She replied back to me, so I just muttered angrily to myself. It wasn't really so bad, not an urgent need to go- I just didn't feel like solving more stupid math puzzles with a half-full bladder nagging at my mind.
Directly across from where I exited, there was another mirror. Just like before, it had three symbols on it: " I II III ". There was also a watch looking thing hanging from a hook in the wall- It looked pretty sleek, and I liked technology, so I put it on. A comfortable stretchy nylon band which had a sort of tablet attached to it. I touched the tablet, but nothing happened- it didn't even tell me the time. "What's this?" I asked Miss Monotone. "Touch the numbers and connotate them to the proper symbol," She told me. The same puzzle as last time?
Except, I looked all over the mirror, and there were no numbers. "There aren't any numbers here!" I complained, because of course there weren't. It seemed I was a bit whiny, as well. "You must find them. You will attach the numbers to your watch, and return them to the mirror." Looking to my left and right, I saw that I was indeed in a hallway larger than the room I had just been in. The walls were still that sterile white color. To my left, one hallway split into two- to my right, the hallway went around a corner. Since you always go right in mazes, another detail I didn't understand why I remembered, I decided to start with the one to my right.
"Hey, what am I taking these tests for? Do I get something out of it?" I asked, still trying to garner as much information as I can. "I cannot tell you the answer to that right now," She replied, and I gritted my teeth with irritation. "What can you tell me then!?" I yelled back at her, not expecting a reply. But to my surprise, she said- "Begin the Test. Touch the numbers and connotate-" "I already fucking know that!"
My bodiless Virgil didn't seem interested in helping me do anything other than proceed through the tests, so I broke the silence by humming a tuneless song to myself. I probably shouldn't try singing. As I rounded the corner, pale light filled my eyes... "Oooh!" I exclaimed, pleased with what I saw. It was a terrarium. A rather large room- perhaps the size of a football field, which I definitely knew was used to play a game called 'football'. The ceiling appeared to be made of glass, and sunlight streamed through it, giving the forest inside much needed sunlight. It immediately evaporated away the strangeness of this situation. I could smell the dirt and the grass.
I could also see what looked to be some sort of... obstacle course. A test of my fitness, it would seem- up on a cliff at the back of the room, I could see another mirror, with a large number "2" on it. To get there, I would have to climb up a cliff face, jump across a series of pillars, swing across on a rope... it looked like a somewhat daunting challenge. I re-examined my legs and arms again, and to my pleasant surprise, saw that I was in pretty decent shape. I wasn't totally shredded, but it seemed like I was fit enough to do something like this, with exertion.
Thinking about that, I realized I didn't want to have to grunt and climb and jump my way around with my bladder filling up. I looked around to see if anyone was watching- which I would have never known. Of course, Miss Monotone had to be watching, but she was useless anyway! I didn't need to earn any sort of 'privilege', I could just piss in a bush. So I went over to the nearest copse, and put my hands on my waistband, to push my pants down over my butt and thighs. Only, when I tried... I found that what I thought was an elastic belt in my waistband constricted considerably. It was suddenly way too tight- I couldn't take them off!
"Ugh, what the f- what is this!? I can't even take off my clothes!?" I yelled back up at the faceless examiner in the sky. "That privilege is earned," She told me once again. "Proceed with the examination. You are wasting time." That last sentence had a little bite in it- even without hearing any emotion in her voice, I could tell she was getting annoyed. Well, I was getting annoyed too. "This is the dumbest bullshit- I can't even piss in a fucking bush!? What am I supposed to do when it's an emergency!?" I yelled back at her. "When you have reached your capacity, your body will naturally take care of that." I frowned as I thought about it, thinking maybe I might have some crazy power that made it so I never had to piss, when I realized it.
"Are you saying if I don't earn the 'privilege' to go and piss, my only option is to fucking piss my pants? You cannot possibly be implying that!" I stamped my foot in the grass, and my eyes widened at the response that I got. "Correct." "You're fucking sick!" I yelled back at the woman. "Your bodily concerns are not concerns of ours. Earning privileges is your stimulation to proceed through the tests. As I informed you earlier, you are wasting time. This test does not have a time limit, but the time that you spend bickering will cost you in the future. Now- proceed."
I was furious, but I also knew that further arguing would get me nowhere. If I wanted anything in this insane place, I supposed I would have to earn it. So, I got started, climbing the cliff face. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, and it was a little scary with no ropes to support me, but I got through it. By the time I made it to the top, I had forgotten entirely that I needed to relieve myself. I guess I didn't really have to go that bad, at that point. With the knowledge that I was strong enough to do it, I made it through the rest of the challenge, climbing up onto the grassy knoll at the top of the hill. I approached the mirror, and instinctually touched the number, and then touched it to my watch. The number on the mirror faded, and the number "2" appeared on my watch, in cyan. "Alright, got it," I said to myself as I returned to look over the obstacle course I had passed.
As I was looking down at it, the landscape began to shift. The pillars I had hopped over, the cliff I climbed up- The whole room rumbled, and I fell down on my butt. Dirt and rocks started to pour down into a crevasse, and a beam rose up- angled so that the top of the beam was where I was on the hill, and the bottom was where I had started. I would have to balance on the beam somehow, and make it all the way down there, which was pretty far. Not to mention, that underneath the balance beam... were spikes.
Sharp, narrow spikes filling the crevasse. I could see them glinting back at me, taunting me with their deadliness. If I fell off the balance beam, there was no way I wouldn't get gored on them. "N-No way," I trembled, powerfully reminded of my need to urinate once again. I shook my head, looking down at it. "There's no fucking way you expect me to cross that thing to get back! Let me go back down the way I climbed up at least!" I looked toward the edges of the hill, but half of the forest had fallen away- there was no way across other than that beam.
"You must cross the beam to continue. Proceed." This insane woman seriously expected me to cross this, all in the name of some weird 'examination'!? "No! Absolutely not! I refuse! Cancel the test, I want out! I want to go home!" My paranoia mounted, worried I might accidentally slip on the grass and fall into the pit of spikes anyway. I scrambled back, staying sitting down, kicking the dirt with my feet. "You are currently incapable of cancelling the examination. You are welcome to remain where you are, safe and out of immediate danger."
I sniffled a little and dry swallowed, looking back up at the ceiling, wondering if she was watching me through it. "So if I just wait here eventually it will end?" I asked- a stupid question. At that point, I had not understood at all what was going on. "Correct. You are perfectly allowed to sit on this ledge and wait until you die of starvation."
It was starting to click now. It made sense. The harsh restrictions, the need to earn 'privileges'. The jail cell like room I had awoken in. This was not a test that was 'optional'. This was not a simple measurement of my capabilities. The test may not have even been FOR me- I was simply a subject in it. This was no test at all. It was some sort of insane death game. "Four other examinees have chosen this option in the past," The insane, emotionless lady told me, and I looked up sharply. "Other examinees- you mean I'm not alone in here?" I asked her, desperate to get help from someone. "Correct. In this entire facility, there are over one-thousand, three hundred and eighty four other examinees. Out of that number, sixty three have died."
Sixty three people dead, out of about a thousand and a half... dead because of this crazy test. The nervousness built in my throat, and I swallowed to keep it back down. Hesitantly, I crawled forward, and reached out to touch the balance beam. I shook it. It seemed pretty sturdy, and I could grip it well. Nobody said I had to walk down the entire thing- so I crawled onto it, and started to inch my body forward down it, bit by bit. I refused to die here. As I made my way across, I saw the number in the corner of my field of vision increase- it ticked up to 70. "What does this number mean? Why did it go up?" I asked, thinking that maybe if I could just talk with Miss Mad Scientist, I might be able to distract myself from what was certain death below me.
"You have gained support from a sponsor as a result of your actions," She replied. "Support? What do you mean support? Sponsors? Are there other people watching me!?" I had to stop to pause on the balance beam. I couldn't believe I damn near dropped my pants and urinated in a bush with who knows how many people watching. I blushed furiously, gritting my teeth to try and stave off the mixture of shame and terror. "I cannot tell you the answer to that right now. You must proceed with the examination."
Bit by bit, inch by inch, I wormed my way across the balance beam. All I had to do was keep my head up. Don't look down, never look down at the spiky death below me. My palms were growing sweaty without my realizing it- On my next crawl forward, my hand slipped and I lost my grip on the balance beam. I screamed and clenched on tight with my thighs, my heart racing with panic- and wet myself. It was only just a little- just a spurt into my panties, but it was enough that it showed through the crotch of my tight powder blue leggings, a little apple sized damp splotch. My flush of humiliation got worse- and I saw the number in the corner increase again. "You have gained more support from a sponsor as a result of your actions." The number was now... 192!? It had more than doubled!
"Wh- what actions?" I asked, curious, hoping that it was because I nearly died and caught myself. Maybe they were impressed with my determination. "I cannot tell you the answer to that right now." I grumbled, grimaced, and kept inching my way across the beam. My groin dragged on it as I held on tight with my thighs, and I could feel my wet gusset rubbing up against my lady parts. I was briefly struck with the idea that it felt strange to have a vagina, and I didn't know why. In the end, my determination won out, and I made it across the beam- gingerly putting my hand on the grass, afraid it too would fall out from underneath me. I hopped off the beam and onto the greenery, and sighed with relief, running my fingers through the blades of grass.
My number increased to 218. "You have gained support from a sponsor as a result of your actions." Trying to glance at the number in my periphery, I frowned at the only slight increase. What- I risk my life in a crazy athletic stunt and I only get a measly fucking 26 points? But I got over a hundred for peeing- No, that wasn't it, I got those points because of the near death experience! Maybe this wasn't a test at all, but actually entertainment for people. My confidence surged once again as I survived the harrowing task, and I proceeded down the hall at a brisk gait, to connect the 2 with the hallway mirror and move on to the next room. "Please tell me the next room is not as dangerous," I murmured.
"You may spent twenty of your points for advice," The mysterious woman said as I crossed into the next room. "Really?" I said as I examined the next room I was in. It seemed I was to climb down a ladder into a glass maze. The maze was made up of a series of blocks. I climbed down and pushed on one of the blocks, and it lit up purple, and slid away from me with a whoooom. It seemed the point was to move these blocks in such a way that I could navigate through the maze. But if it was anything like the last test... "O-Okay," I stammered, worried about what the next consequence would be. "Go ahead. I want the hint."
The number tracked back down to 198- it seemed that earning points allowed me to get hints. Maybe that was the point of them? Or maybe they could be used for something else. "My advice is this: Hurry." On cue, the ladder that I had climbed down shot back up, retracting with a hiss. A glass panel slid into place- I appeared to be locked in here. I panicked, and looked around sharply. This was going to be impossible without being able to see the maze from above! However, as I looked around, I noticed the panel of my watch- it was showing me what the block maze looked like from above, with a little yellow dot indicating where I was. "What the fuck do you mean, hurry!? I could have figured that out for myself! I want my points back!"
"Okay... so this puddle- uh, this puzzle is solvable," I tried to calm myself down. If it was solvable, that meant I could escape. And if I could escape the maze, I might get to go pee. As I took a step, I heard a wet splash on my shoe, and I gasped, looking down- no way! I didn't have to go so bad I wet myself without even NOTICING, did I? But upon further inspection, it appeared the puddle did not come from me. It was spreading out across the floor... getting bigger... millimeter by millimeter, rising up. My asshole clenched and I gritted my teeth, eyes going wide- that was what she meant by 'hurry'. If I took my sweet time like I did with the last one, I would drown.
Frantically, I started to push blocks, checking my watch and pushing blocks over and over again. The puzzle itself wasn't entirely complicated, but it was lengthy- I wasn't just clearing a path straight forward. I had to wind around back to push blocks into open slots, so that I could move the blocks ahead of me- they wouldn't move if there was something in front of them. I was reliant entirely on the watch- I had a simple enough plan, yes, this was working so far- without looking, I reached up to push the next block I needed to move. But the surface of the block wasn't smooth, like the others.
It was sharp. Razor sharp. Instead of a flat colored surface, there was a depression which contained razor sharp knife points, sticking out. And, unwittingly, I had just gored my hand on one of them. It burned, it burned so hot as my blood poured out and over my palm- the knife was thick. I gasped and screamed in terrible pain as I sharply yanked and pulled my hand back. It was rather severely injured- the knife had cut directly between my middle and ring finger, about a quarter of the way into my palm. Blood was gushing out of it. I didn't realize that humans bled this much.
"Oh god! Oh my fucking god!!" I screamed, holding my hand, crying in shock and pain. I lost control of my bladder, much more intensely this time, from the panic. Pee soaked down the inside of my legs, and made it all the way to just about my knees before I grimaced and clenched my guts and forced myself to stop. "Wh- what am I supposed to fucking do about this!? What do I do!?" The water from below me had risen up to my knees, as well. Realizing I had wet myself, I crouched down to soak myself from the waist down in the water. Maybe if I was quick enough, nobody would notice that I peed. In the corner of my eye, I saw my number tick up to 331. "Another sponsor? I just opened up my fucking hand! Is that what you FREAKS wanted to see? You want to see me bleed!"
"I suggest you hurry, once again," The emotionless bitch told me, and I snapped back at her. "What am I supposed to DO!? I'm going to bleed out!!" I yelled back at her. I quickly grabbed my fingers with my other hand, squeezing them together to try and close the wound. "The human body contains an average of ten pints of blood. You will lose roughly a pint of blood from an open wound like that within an hour. Less, if you continue to hold the wound shut. Fatal anemia occurs upon losing more than one third of your blood. Your statistical chances of dying from blood loss due to a wound like that are less than 7%. Continue the exam. I do suggest you hurry. Blood loss is not your main concern right now."
I hated the woman even more, but she was right. I was going to drown if I didn't hurry it up. I now knew better- you couldn't push blocks from certain sides, and there were spikes to punish you if you hurried too fast and didn't watch what you were doing. The water sloshed around my thighs as I pushed block, after block. I felt like I still had an eternity to reach the end, and the water was now up around my waist, and I was wading through it. Hurry... I had to hurry....
Despite the rising water levels, the blocks still moved at the same speed. I thanked god for that as I reached out with both my hands, still holding my wound shut above water, and pushed the last block out of the way. I was outright swimming now- only my head remained above water. But there it was- the end. I prayed that I didn't need to make it back upon obtaining the number 1--
As I touched the number, it jumped straight to my wristwatch. I could hear something churning in the corners of the room, and the steady trickling of water into my caged glass maze stopped. I turned around, breathing a sigh of relief. I was going to live. My numbers rose once again, up to 362. The glass enclosure opened back at the end I had come in, and the ladder lowered. I started to make my way over, when I realized... "Wait, you're not going to lower the water levels? I'm practically swimming through this here!"
"Your physical actions are none of our concern. Proceed with the examination."
As I climbed up the ladder and out of the water, the cool air I had felt earlier washed over me, and I shuddered, soaked all over other than my hair. I wished that I could be warm, and as I passed back out into the hallway, as if answering my prayers- three panels in the archway slid open, and out came glowing, bright red coils. "What the-" I paused hesitantly, wondering if I was going to be incinerated- when I felt an incredibly intense blast of hot air washing over me. "Ahh!" I cried out in shock- the hot air was intense! I clutched my wounded hand, and felt my skin and face growing hot. The winds were so intense, I couldn't even move forward- moments later, it was already over. Huffing from the experience, I looked down at myself, to find my clothes completely blown dry. I was glad for that- no more gross piss stain between my legs, even if it was just a little dribble.
At least, it was at first.
I returned to the wall, and grimaced as I let go of my hand to touch the wristwatch, and transmit the number 1 into its correct place. The bleeding had slowed considerably, but I could feel the clot trying to form tearing apart just from my hand's natural finger position. "Can't I do something about this now?" I asked. In answer to my request, a shining box appeared in the side of the mirror, away from the door puzzle. "Yes. You may spend points on a first aid kit for your hand. You will have to apply the stitches yourself." I glanced down at the points... 362. "How much?" I crossed my fingers on my other hand, hoping for good luck...
"Three hundred and fifty points," The bitch told me. I gritted my teeth- that was nearly all of them. And who knew if I would need to use them on the next puzzle, too? "Don't you have anything cheaper?" I asked, regretting that I hadn't been paying attention and stupidly got hurt this way. "A strip of cloth to bandage the wound and tie your fingers together. Fifty points." "Deal," I said.
As the words left my mouth, the square on the mirror erased itself, a bright light starting in the corner and going around all four edges of the square. That section of the mirror slid back, and revealed a small compartment, which contained the strip of cloth rolled up in a ball. It wasn't as nice as stitches and gauze, but it would have to do. This place seemed pretty clean, so I wasn't worried about infection... I knew infections were something that happened to injuries, but I didn't exactly remember what one felt like. The cloth was clean, too- simple, but clean. I expected it to be grimy, or something.
The final test room was smaller than the maze and the forest. It was a room about forty by twenty feet. It had more of a dungeon like feel to it- the floor was made of sandstone, and was full of narrow holes. The light in the room gave it a yellowish orange color. I didn't see any kind of puzzle in here- just a long, rectangular glass that separated me from the mirror in the back of the room. As I approached the mirror, the archway I passed through to get inside closed behind me suddenly, just like with the glass maze. So I was trapped in here now, instead. "What's next, poison gas?" I asked with a roll of my eyes, and to answer my question, the ceiling shuddered, split down the middle, and retracted into the sides of the room. Like the pit in the forest room, I couldn't see the top of the ceiling, it was shrouded in darkness. What I DID see, were dozens of razor sharp spikes, thick like swords, just like the one I had opened my hand with.
I swallowed and my knees knocked together, staring up at them, feeling like they'd drop down and gore me at any moment. Even after the little release I had in the drowning maze, I was once again firmly reminded of the need growing in my bladder. I looked back to the mirror, and saw it change. There were sixteen little boxes, scattered in random points across the mirror. "Wait! Wait I want to spend points on a hint!" I yelled back up to the woman in charge of all this. Without even a confirmation response, I saw my 312 points drop down to 292. "It is a puzzle of memory. If you are lucky, you are allowed three tries."
"Lucky!?" I asked, when I saw the mirror flash, and draw my attention to it. The boxes on the mirror were filled with numbers- one through sixteen. In the center of the screen was a large number 5- and it began counting down. 4... 3.... I realized immediately what I had to do, and tasked myself to the memorization. It was over in a blink of an eye and the number squares were covered with white, like they were behind a panel, and I cursed. I had managed to look at them all the way up to fourteen, but I didn't see where fifteen or sixteen were. Not to mention, could I even remember this!?
Looking up at the knives once again, my hand shook as I reached out... and tapped the first square. The number "1" was revealed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly I got to two, three, four. Then, when I pressed the next panel in the sequence, instead of revealing the number, a red "X" appeared across the box. I gasped and covered my head with my arms, thinking maybe they would save me from the knives, and screamed as a number of them dropped and pierced the ground. However... none had fallen on top of me. I looked around- the swords had fallen in random locations. I was safe. For now... and stuck on the number five. When I looked back up to the ceiling, the holes where the swords had already fallen were being refilled with more swords. "Great," I muttered. "I can't even hide in the spots where they already fell."
I took a deep breath, and released it. I could do this... I just was going too fast. I remembered now that five was to the LEFT- reaching out, and confidently touching it. I breathed again and went back to the next panel that I had made the mistake on- six. I was certain that it had to be six. I fought with myself over it- I was running out of time, mentally. I would forget where the other ones were if I didn't hurry, so I pressed it.
I got the red "X" again.
I quickly looked up toward the ceiling and saw that the swords were coming loose and falling again- much more than last time, and this time, one was going to fall right on top of me! I screamed and slid out of the way in a panic, not realizing that I could have moved into the path of other spikes- luckily, I didn't, and the one that would have pierced me right through pierced into the floor instead, right into the little narrow hole so it could slide away and be replaced. For some insane kind of death trap, this examination hall was terribly intricate. The shock of almost being gored must have awoken something in me, because I immediately remembered where six was, selected it- and kept going.
Nearly dying can be quite the jump-start to the brain. When survival is the priority, it's amazing what you can do, mentally. I was able to remember clearly now- seven, eight, nine- having to walk down to the other side of the mirror for the other squares. Ten, eleven, twelve- moving back toward the center to get thirteen, fourteen... and now... the final two. They were right next to each other. And the worst part of it all, I hadn't looked at them. I didn't know which one was which at all- not even a slight inkling.
I stared at the two squares for what seemed like forever, trying to see past the white light that obscured their numbers from view. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to remember what the whole board looked like when I saw it, but it was no use. I just couldn't remember. It had to be one... or the other. I had a 50/50 chance- I had to pick one. If I didn't pick any, I would just be trapped in this room forever and starve to death. I remembered what the mystery psychopath told me. "If you are lucky, you are allowed three tries." This was my third try- which meant if I messed it up, I was out of tries. And I had a bad feeling I knew what happened if I messed up my third try.
Death. It would be unavoidable. A third of the swords fell the first time I made a mistake- two thirds fell the second time. That meant if I failed this time... I looked up at the ceiling. They were too narrowly spaced together. There was nowhere that I could stand to avoid them if they all fell down. My life- everything hung on this 50/50 bet. I had felt sure I had made dangerous bets in the past, and gotten a rush from them, but I got no rush at all from this. I got terror. Utter, mind consuming terror. The fear of failure, the fear of death- it ruled me. My hand pulsed from the pain where it had been injured... being stabbed in just the hand hurt this bad, what would it feel like to have my entire body gored? Would I die right away?
"You would not die immediately," The disembodied voice of the woman I hated most in the world popped up, like she was reading my mind, "If all the spikes fell. Their weight is not enough that gravity would allow them to pierce your skull. You would only die immediately if one stabbed your brain through your eye, the statistics of which are low. The pain would be intense. If the shock did not kill you, blood loss would. However, depending on how you are stabbed, dying from blood loss could take nearly fifteen minutes."
"I- I didn't n-need to k-know th-- that," I stammered, tripping over my tongue, nervousness and fear tying up my words. I was too afraid to even yell about it. My fingers hovered over the two panels. One was life. The other, death. One was success. The other, failure. I had to just guess- I had to go for it. I picked the one on the bottom, and started to move my finger toward it. It was as if something was pushing me back- the invisible force of sheer terror, holding my finger. My breathing got heavier and more ragged. I was sweating profusely, and my heart raced faster and faster. I felt this tremor, this spasm deep in my loins, and hot, hot wetness burst across my lap and groin. It gushed down my legs, I felt the wetness spread to my butt. I felt the streams of it running down the inside of my legs, soak into the thick legging fabric, and make it cling wetly to me.
I couldn't stop it. Not this time. My knees bent ever so slightly as I tried to force myself to press the button, which made me piss my pants even harder. I could hear the gushing, hissing ssssshhhhhhsssssss of my bladder forcibly emptying itself. I could hear the sound of pee gushing between my legs splattering on the floor. It soaked into my sneakers and my feet felt wet. I was wet all the way from my pussylips down to my heel- completely, utterly soaked. I stood there trembling, bladder empty, pee still dripping down the cloth of my pants. Too intent on trying to force myself to do this, I didn't even notice my number of points skyrocket up to 644. I screwed my eyes shut, and forced my finger forward.
I waited for the inevitable. If I was going to die like this, I didn't want to see. I swallowed, and waited for what felt like an eternity. I opened one eye just a crack... and saw it. The number fifteen. I had done it- I prevailed. I let out the breath I was holding, and moved my hand up to the last square- sixteen, and I was done. With the tension gone, I looked down at my completely peed in pants, and my lower lip quivered, making a face of disgust and shame. I slinked forward, to go and obtain the final number- the number 3- and started to slowly slink back down the hall, too disgraced to have any energy.
I stood in front of the mirror, about to assign the number to its mark. "It seems you've wet yourself," I heard the terrible woman's voice in my head. I looked away and covered my lap with both hands, not that it would help anything. "I- I d- didn't..." I tried to say, more an effort to convince myself, really. "There is no benefit to lying. Furthermore, we all witnessed it happen. Based on our data, we predicted an 83.433% chance you would wet yourself in fear before the third examination. Our data is rarely incorrect."
I covered my hot, pink face with both hands, screwing my eyes shut and squatting down, making myself as small as I felt, mortified to even be having this conversation. With my eyes shut like this, I missed out on my points raising to 707. I tried to choke back a sniffle- but I couldn't help but weep into my hands. This was so utterly demeaning to me- I couldn't take it, and had to cry for just a few seconds. This caused my points to rise to 749. Again- I did not notice.
"Can... can I change... or something?" I begged, sniffing and wiping away my tears with the heel of my good palm. My legs wobbled, but, I managed to stand. "You lack the points and progress for this request. You may spend 600 points, to have access to a blow-drier for three minutes." "Six- Six hundred!?" I snapped back. What a ridiculous amount! "I only had like, three hundred when I-" That was when I noticed how high my points had climbed.
749... why? Why did they sponsor me so much? What did I do? Was it because I solved the puzzles and finished this examination? Or was it because... of what I had done? Because I got so scared, that I... that I wet myself? A revulsed grimace turned into a scowl as I thought about it. That would make the most sense. This was all entertainment for them, wasn't it? Not some kind of TEST. They awarded me points when I hurt myself, when I humiliate myself. The points are incentive to see me suffer. I understood, now.
I sniffed and wiped my tears away. I wouldn't let them take it from me. I needed these points. Who knows what else I could get with them? I'd gotten so much- if I carelessly blew all the points I had, I wouldn't have them later when I really needed them. Which meant that... I would just have to deal with it. "No... no thanks," I murmured, and pressed the symbol to assign the number 3 to it. "Very well." At least the emotionless psycho bitch wasn't rubbing it in or making fun of me.
The mirror absorbed the puzzle, like the one in my little jail cell had, and nearby it, a section of the wall hissed with some kind of cold gas, and retracted itself into the wall- sliding itself aside, to allow me entryway through. "Proceed to the next examination." I trudged along, disgusted at the wet squish in my shoes from every little step that I took. It was starting to grow cold, and clammy. My skin already felt dry, and irritated- no doubt I was going to end up with a rash because of this. The next room I entered was another hallway, a fair bit longer than the rest. Looking down at my feet, I dragged my fingers of my good hand along the wall, plugging onward.
At some point, the floor and the walls were no longer made of the clean, white, plastic looking material. They had been converted into stone. Grey, dank stone, not unlike some sort of miserable dungeon. I looked up, and saw that the hallway spread out into a large room. It was as dungeon like as it could get- mold forming in the crevices of the bricks. Water dripping from the ceiling in places. I had entered a square room, relatively empty and abandoned looking. Broken casks, a single chair. A few shelves that had dusty, ancient bottles on them. Suddenly, the wall behind me slammed shut, and I screamed, twisting myself around to look at it. It seemed there was no going back, after all.
"This examination is simple. Find the five symbols, and apply them to the correct spots on the exit mirror. There are no challenges in this testing area- you simply must hunt down and find the symbols, decipher them, and put them in their correct places. Once five minutes have passed, we will introduce incentivization to complete the puzzle faster." I listened carefully to her instructions, this time- This place made me feel uneasy, and I wanted to know exactly what I was getting into. "What... what do you mean by incentivization?"
"You will deduce that later," My tormentor instructed my cryptically. "Begin the Examination, Iyaori." Glancing down at my wristwatch, I saw five boxes appear on it- it seemed that I didn't need to collect the symbols one by one, I could snatch them all up at once. Above the boxes, a timer began counting down, from 5:00:00. Anxiety consumed me- I didn't want to find out what they meant by 'incentivization', so I started off at a run, searching through the area.
The dungeon was large, but not TOO large. About eight rooms and three hallways, all connected to each other in an asymmetrical pattern. The hallways were fairly free of clutter, other than some barrels and boxes in the way, so I set about searching the rooms. Quickly enough, I found the first symbol- and was utterly perplexed by it. It didn't make any sense- it wasn't a roman numeral. It was sort of like a weird star, in a way- a sequence of 5 lines at 90 degree angles to each other from a center point. I stared at it in the watch, trying to make sense of it- flicking my eye up and noticing that I had only 3:39:52 remaining. I really didn't want to find out what would happen, so I continued to rush through the rooms. The symbols weren't easy to find- I just happened to luck upon the first one. They weren't always on a wall, or a door, or a shelf.
I found the next one inside of a box. It was a rather large box- it looked like I could fit inside of it. Now that I noticed that, I looked around the rooms in the dungeon- several of the rooms contained large boxes, cabinets, or armoires that I could have fit inside of. I had no frame of reference, but I guessed that I must not be very tall. Either that, or this dungeon was designed with gigantic people in mind. I found the next one under a chair seat- this one had a series of lines with curve-like waves. I wasn't seeing the pattern at all.
Two left to find. That... that was when I heard it. During my search, I had found one door, about two rooms away from the exit mirror, that I couldn't get into. I thought nothing of it at the time. But, just as I was passing through that room, glancing down at my watch to see that I had only 1:27:33 remaining, the door that was locked suddenly slammed and shuddered. I sucked in air and stifled a gasp, covering my mouth and staring at the door in a panic. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. There... there was something on the other side. It was trying to beat the door down, and from the strength of its blows, it was going to succeed. I began to smell a horrible, rotten stench. I gagged, and scurried away to a different room, not wanting to be in that one anymore- carefully and quietly closing the door behind me. Looking at the door I closed, I realized that it had a lock on it- so I locked it. Maybe I could trap it for long enough to escape.
I found the fourth symbol behind a dresser drawer in that room. I was moving more slowly now- I was trying to creep, to be stealthy. I didn't know if this thing could be avoided, but they couldn't have expected me to solve a puzzle while being chased by someone, could they? I could hear the hammering slams coming faster, and faster. I heard the sound of wood splintering. I looked down at my watch- four symbols, one to go- and 00:11:09 remaining on the timer. I covered my mouth firmly, stifled my breathing as I hid in the dark, two rooms away. I heard the sound of the door shattering into pieces. I heard the sound of wet, slimy, disgusting feet pounding heavily on the stone ground. I heard a moan in two voices, one low and guttural, the other high pitched and whimpering.
I now had to complete my search in perfect silence, or risk being discovered. I slunk along the corridor, trying to put some distance between us. Fuck searching- for the time being, I was going to hide and stay away! I could hear its feet shuffling, the sound of clinking chains. I could tell where it was from at least a few rooms away. I would go to where I couldn't hear it, and search there. If I heard it coming, I'd go out a different way- all rooms except one had at least two ways out. Of course, the fucking exit mirror would be in the room where there's only one way in or out.
This test suddenly became much harder, and much more horrifying than the last ones, even with their razor sharp death traps. I didn't want to imagine what they had found to 'incentivize' me with. Unfortunately... I didn't have to imagine. I made a mistake. I was searching through one of the rooms, when suddenly, I heard the rattling of the doorknob behind me. It was right fucking there- right outside the room I was in. I didn't realize that IT could sneak too, to try and surprise me. I looked left and right- I didn't have time. If I made it to the door, it would spot me. So I hastily ducked down behind some barrels, in the corner- begging god, whoever that was, to let it go past me. I watched the door through a crack between the barrels, and what I saw...
I almost vomited. It was no longer anything remotely human or animal. It was both. It walked on two legs, like a man- if one could call them legs. The left thigh was enormously tumorous and bulbous, covered in burst open sores. The right leg had no foot, it walked on a bloody stump. The torn, tattered burlap cloths did almost nothing to cover the sight of his skin, fat and rippling with muscle in its chest and gut. The thing was covered in putrid lacerations- from head to toe, all over its body, like the victim of some horrible factory accident. A chain dragged behind him on his left ankle, presumably having originally changed his legs together, but missing his right foot, it had fallen off that leg.
It's head was inhuman. Half the face of a man, the corner of his mouth drooped eternally in a paralyzed groan. Half the face of a dog, fur and skin removed, only bare red flesh dripping with blood. The human half moaned its agony, while the dog half snorted and snapped at the air. Between their two heads was a gap, an empty space where their skulls were cleaved open- half the brain of each, man and beast, had been surgically attached together, and exposed to the air. Its right hand, much thicker and stronger than the other, carried a pockmarked, rusty axe. Not a simple axe used for chopping wood, but a brutal executioner's weapon, with sharp spikes and blood grooves. Rusty as it was, the edge was still razor sharp, despite being chipped in some places, giving the weapon a serrated edge.
Urine trickled down the inside of my thighs as I knelt behind the barrels. It wasn't much, considering that I had only recently had an accident, but my horror and revulsion compelled me to urinate as hard as I could. The cold clamminess felt warm again against my pussy and between my thighs, for a few moments. My points rose up to 812. I watched the creature drag itself through the room, stopping and turning its head from side to side. It drew near to my corner of the room. I made myself as tiny as I could, far back in the dark corner. I silently begged for anyone who would listen, to just let him move on. I wasn't watching him anymore- I couldn't risk being seen between the slats of the barrels. I covered my mouth with both hands, and held my breath. I could have sworn he was staring directly into my hiding place...
But it worked. I could hear the chain rattle behind him as he slinked off, to shuffle and groan his way through the dungeons in search of me. As utterly revulsed as I was by the sight of him, I felt a bit of relief knowing that he was missing a foot. Likely, I could outrun him, if I had to. That was when I peeked out from behind the barrels, to see which room he would head towards next... and I found what I was looking for. The final rune.
It was engraved into his back.
I went into the fetal position up in my dark little corner, covering my mouth tightly, tears streaming down my cheeks as I cried, wept bitterly and frightenedly at the knowledge that if I wanted to get through this... I had to touch his back. I couldn't do it- I just couldn't do it. I was certain, at that point, that I was going to die here. Terrified to the point of pissing my pants again, crying in this corner, a flash of hot red anger ran through me when I saw that my points went up yet again, to 845.
One way or another, I would die. If I did nothing, hid and wept, I would eventually be found. If I played hide and seek with him forever and ever, I would grow exhausted, be found, and be killed. I had only one choice remaining, even if I had only a 5% chance of success... I had to touch his back, make it to the door, assign the symbol, and escape. My mind raced trying to think of ways I could do it- I could throw something to distract him... touch the rune and run away as fast as I could. The armoires and chests... yes, I could hide in one of those, then sneak to the door when he was far away from it. I could do it.
First, I had to make it to the mirror room, and hope that he didn't go inside. I needed to solve the puzzle as much as I could- give myself as much time as I could. Remembering my mistake from before, I tracked him carefully. I whispered a prayer of thanks that my shoes didn't squeak on the damp stones of the dungeon. I waited until his search was well on the other side of the dank halls, and crept into the mirror room. When I got close to it, I saw the boxes light up on the mirror, and my stomach sank. I only had to find 5 symbols.... but there were 10 random numbers on the door. My chances of correctly picking the right number by guessing were cut in half. I HAD to figure the symbols out. I squinted at the first one I picked up, the one that had the five 90 degree angles coming out of a central point. From the central point, there were five lines... and, as it was, there was a number 5 on the mirror. So, I tapped that symbol, and tapped the number 5.
The symbol appeared on top of the number, and flashed red- returning itself to my wristwatch. I cursed- the answer must have been more complicated than that. Just as I was about to try to guess again, everything went to hell.
The mirror started to chime a loud, irritating klaxon. WEEEERP. WEEEEERP. WEEEEEERP. I gasped and looked up at it, saw the lights on it flashing, the deafening sound it was making- tears streaked down my cheeks again as I realized what my failure had cost me. The mirror betrayed me. 843 points. I ran over to the door to try and escape the mirror room and hide somewhere else- when I heard the thunderous stomping of the beast's feet, the rattle of his chain. Fast- faster than I possibly imagined. It ran into the middle of the next room and grunted and groaned at me monstrously. It had found me. His disgusting two heads stood a whole two heads over me. The cancerous, blistered left leg was as thick as I was around the waist.
He didn't attack me right away, though I was clear in his line of sight. I was frozen to the spot, riveted there with sheer dread, eyes as wide as they could get. I couldn't stop shaking, my entire body was shaking- my stomach churned, and I immediately shit my pants. Filthy, wet and messy crackling erupted from my backside- I completely exploded into my panties, a gassy PRRRAAPPHHTT resounding from my rectum and echoing throughout the chambers. I watched my points climb, and climb, and climb- all the way up to 1,477. As if that were his cue, he started to shuffle forward to back me against the wall. I cried and shook my head. "No no no no no, no, oh no, oh no," I kept whimpering to myself. He reeled his weapon back, and I put my hands up in front of my face to defend myself, screwing my eyes shut.
I heard something wet thud against the ground. My body was pumped so full of adrenaline, at first, I didn't recognize what it was. I didn't feel pain. But as I opened my eyes, saw him standing over me... saw my stump. My arm. He'd cut off my right arm, in the middle of the forearm. Blood was gushing out of me and running all over the stump of my remaining arm. The pain set in then- it was a searing, burning, fire of blood. Though I remembered nothing about my life, I knew that this was the most intense pain I had ever, ever felt.
I screamed in agony- I shrieked at the top of my lungs. The beast reeled back, the dog-side of his head barking and crying in pain, and I took the opportunity to bolt under his arm. I made it into another room and yanked the door shut behind me, locking it- immediately the monster started to chop the door into pieces with his gore axe. I ran, and I ran, and I made it through three more rooms. That chest- the one where I found the third rune. I immediately went inside it and pulled the lid shut, not caring that I was sitting in a wet, reeking, shitty mess in my pants.
I gritted my teeth and sobbed insanely, hyperventilating, trying to make myself silent- grabbing my wrist stump, squeezing it as hard as I could, maybe I could get it to stop bleeding long enough to try again, it was the only thought I had in my mind- I had to survive. I had to survive! Trembling in that little box, I was enveloped in the stench of my accident, I couldn't breathe. Sitting in there like that, I was forcibly pissing and messing my pants as hard as I could- but I was empty, so nothing came out, even though the urge wouldn't abate.
"This isn't good at all. Your chances of survival are quite low." Now she wanted to speak to me? I was still sobbing hysterically, and I spat back at her, "Shut up! It'll find me! I'm dead, I'm going to die, I-I'm dead-"
"Not to worry. He cannot hear my communication to you. I'm speaking inside of your head. Regardless, that isn't going to save you. We estimated a 100% probability that, if you did not wet yourself in the last test, you would during this. We also estimated a 91.11% probability you would soil your pants." I wiped my face with my hand, letting go of my bleeding stump for just a moment, silent tears continuing to stream down my face, plastered with tears and blood and snot. "Wh, wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-- what do I do?" I heard him limping his bloody leg through the halls, he was getting closer. I jumped as I heard the door to the very room I was in get smashed open. I could hear his tormented moans. I could hear him slowly dragging himself deeper into the room.
"There is no longer anything you can do," She told me. What she told me next dashed my hopes completely, and froze me in place.
"You've soiled your pants. He can smell you."
Spoiler
The lid of the box I was hiding in was thrown open, and I shrieked in terror for my life. It reached inside the box with its grubby, enormous hands, yanking me up and out of it. I kicked, I screamed, I writhed and twisted. He took my good arm, and bent it backwards- like he was playing with a doll, my arm popped out of my socket and I screeched from the unbearable pain. The dog head snapped and barked at me, biting into my shoulder, ripping chunks of flesh from me. I felt him put his hand on my head, and he twisted. I thought my skull would fracture, I thought my neck would explode. He twisted my head until I could no longer scream. He twisted, and twisted-
I awoke suddenly, gasping for breath and holding my chest. Intense pain wracked through me, radiating from my heart, and spreading across my chest and arms, down into my stomach. I felt I was going to be sick, doubled over sitting on my bed, unable even to scream as the air was caught in my lungs. I immediately rolled the upper half of my body to the side and vomited over the edge of the bed, but it was an empty dry heave, and only a strand of foamy spittle came out.
The pain began to subside, and I felt a cooling sensation running down my spine, originating in the base of my skull. It calmed me somewhat, and helped me to feel normal again. I was able to collect myself, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and consult my surroundings. I was in a strange, sterile room- a cell, perhaps. The walls and the floor were all made of this same opaque white plastic, a bluish light radiating through it and lighting up my room with cold colors. The room was tiny- it was no wider than the length of my bed, and only about one and a half times that long. Just enough room so that I could stand up.
There was a mirror in the room. It ran from the floor, up to the ceiling- large enough for me to see my entire body. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at myself. I was a woman. I had short, bob cut, scarlet red hair. My eyes were a shimmering shade of violet. My skin was light and pinkish, mottled only by freckles on my upper cheeks. I stared, and stared into the mirror, realizing that this was me.
Then, I realized that this wasn't me.
Then, I realized what had just happened.
"State your name," I heard her voice again. I hadn't looked at the name on the mirror yet. I was feeling my wrist, feeling my hand. Feeling my neck. I ran my hands up the side of my face, holding my cheeks. Then- I began to scream. I screamed, and I screamed, in a voice that wasn't my own. I writhed around like a possessed woman on the bed, kicking my feet, eyes bugging out of my head.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEE!!?" I howled, over and over again. I screamed for so long, that I eventually wore myself out, lying on my side in the bed, voice completely hoarse and dry.
"You are here for examination. The first test is very simple. You must tell me your name. Then..."
"You must proceed." |
Inspiration has struck me, so I'm gonna do another chapter. I dunno how long it'll be right now, we'll just see where it goes!
The following story will contain wetting, messing, S&M bondage, sexual themes, and outright sex. And maybe some other mushy stuff.
Her
(Chapter 1.2)
"Ah.. ahh... ah! Ohh! Mmmmnnnnh, please, oh please, oh don't stop, ooohhh!" A sharp smack resounded through the bedroom and I squealed with pleasure, my bottom stinging furiously from the firm spank Mistress gave me. "You don't tell me what to do!" She hissed sternly at me, reaching down and grabbing my hips. She squeezed them tightly, pulled me back onto her strap-on, filling and stretching me. I was getting absolutely railed on the bed, this morning. The acrid smell of urine filled my nostrils as my face rubbed against the wet spot on the bed I was being fucked in. Mistress leaned over me and grabbed the back of my head, pushing and rubbing my face around in it. "Do you like that? Hmm? How does your own piss smell, slave?" She taunted me, as her hips rhythmically bucked back and forth, firmly pounding into me. I was orgasming for the second time already- whimpering and moaning while cum streaked down the inside of my thighs. My thighs trembled, my toes curled tightly. I gripped the bedsheets with both of my hands, burying my face in the mattress, despite the fact I was face-first in my own bedwetting accident.
It had happened again that morning. It had been starting to happen more often, without the help of drugs. I was in my own bed, this time. I stirred half-awake as I felt the familiar sensation of warm wetness pooling under my bottom. As I fully awakened, I realized what was happening, and the stream tapered off to a stop. But that didn't matter, because the bed was already quite wet. I lifted the sheets to look down at myself, seeing the puddle I had made, seeing my inner thighs wet with pee. "Ah... I wet the bed again..." I murmured to myself. "I... I'm a bedwetter. A naughty little bedwetter." Still, I was obsessed with the act, even though accidents had happened over and over again, now that I was Mistress's slave. Still I was obsessed with saying the words out loud- it made me feel light in the head, woozy almost, and it made me tingle between the thighs.
I started to wet again. I held the sheets up so I could watch, watch as my pee stream arced into the sheets between my legs. I spread my legs apart and pulled my labia up, watching rapt with attention as I saw my stream arc higher and higher, and then start hitting the top sheet. I peed against the top sheet for awhile, watching as the pee soaked across it, sprayed everywhere in the bed, rained down over my lap and lower belly... I dropped the sheet and relaxed my legs, fully releasing my bladder, and let the warm, wet sensation wash over me. A sense of relief flooded through me as my bladder emptied itself into the bed. A shaky breath of release came from me, as the last few drops came out. I slid my hand down my abdomen, and began to touch myself.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" I heard from the dark corner of my room, and I whimpered with fear, eyes darting back up. I hadn't seen her at all- it was as if she wasn't even there. She had blended seamlessly into the darkness- Mistress. Her gorgeous pink-maroon hair reflected in the bare amount of sunlight trickling through my bedroom curtains- Like me, she was naked from head to toe. "I- I'm-" I started to stammer, but her elegant long legs strode across the room in a couple of steps and she reached down, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from my pussylips. "Don't even fucking bother, I saw everything. Who gave you permission to touch yourself?" She tilted her head and narrowed her glowing white eyes at me, getting right in my face. I whimpered, and my lower lip quivered, knowing I was in trouble. "Ugh, seriously? You pissed the bed and now you're fucking masturbating? You are such a disgusting, filthy, perverted little rat."
"Guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," Mistress growled sternly at me, ripping the bedsheets off of me. I squealed in dismay as I was swiftly put across her lap, and delivered a painful, harsh lesson with her palm on my bottom. Just like every spanking I got, I squirmed, I whimpered, I cried, and I peed more. One thing lead to another, and I suddenly found myself in this situation.
Getting forcefully, deeply, mercilessly fucked in my own pee puddle. She smacked my already red bottom again, just to hear me cry. "That's right, whimper. Beg. You nasty little whore, I want to hear you suffer!" Mistress laughed at me, mocked me, and all I could do was whimper and curl my toes and cum. I was in heaven- this was where I belonged, I knew this now. All the things I had done in my life, I deserved nothing more than to be her plaything. I deserved the harshest punishments- I deserved to be her little toilet slave.
I slumped forward, energy spent, shuddering as my climax began to subside. Mistress pushed me forward, shoving me off of the toy and onto the bed, to simply lie there on my side, cum dripping down the back of my thigh. She undid the buckle on her strap-on and brought it to her lips, blessing me with the sight of her tasting my cum. "Not too bad. Your new diet is working out for you, I think," she murmured as she reached down and pushed it into my mouth, twisting it around and forcing me to lick and suck it clean of my own juices, which I did happily. She pulled it out of my mouth with a wet little plop, a tendril of drool connecting it to my lower lip. In my light-headed, blissful, post-fucking state, I looked up to her with half-lidded eyes, and murmured, "I love you."
This was a mistake.
Mistresses eyes first widened with surprise, and then narrowed with irritation. "What did you just fucking say?" She asked me with a sneer of disgust on her face. I hadn't even really quite realized it myself, but when I did, my eyes opened back up and my face glowed bright red with a blush. "I- It was an accid-" I didn't manage to get the words out of my mouth before I was eating heel, Mistress stepping right on my face, pushing my head into the wet mattress. "Don't you ever say something like that to me again! Ever! There is no room for love in this relationship, do you understand? You are my plaything, and I am your punishment! Love? Hah! This is nothing more than revenge, you worthless little shit."
I could hardly breathe with my face being stomped in like this. I kicked my feet, I struggled and tried to break free, but she was too strong. "Mmfh- mmfhhmmm!" I tried to speak, voice muffled by her long elven foot, that I understood. "Don't... you dare... think that I have forgotten what kind of debt you owe me. What you've done. You had best pray you are able to keep me entertained, because once I grow bored of you, I'm going to kill you. Bitch." With that, she spat on me, and turned to walk away- but then she stopped, deciding that wasn't quite good enough.
She came back and stomped her foot on the mattress next to my head, reaching down and grabbing my thick, wavy black hair. "Nnghh!" I cried out in pain, reaching up to try and hold my head. It felt as if she were going to rip my hair right off my head. She shimmied her hips, getting into position, and before I knew it, a hot, wet stream of urine was hitting me in the face. I gasped and sputtered, eyes screwed shut as she urinated on me. "You are nothing more than my toilet whore. Don't you ever forget it, shit-pants. Ahhh.... that feels SO much better. How does it taste, hmm? Aren't you so happy that Mistress is gracing you with her piss?"
The sad thing is, I was. Even though it hurt, even though my love had been spurned and I was ashamed, I was happy. It was quite rare for Mistress to ever relieve herself on me. The mortifying shame, the degradation of being used as a toilet- I was starting to enjoy these emotions... starting to become sexually aroused by them.
Mistresses pee stream started to drop down, arcing onto my breasts instead of my face, gradually going down to a trickle that ran down the inside of her own muscled thigh. This didn't seem to bother her, oddly enough. "You're fucking banned from the toilet today, slave. Get dressed. No washing yourself either, you're going to stink of pee all day." She stormed back toward my bedroom door, ripping it open. "STAY in your room, until I say you can come out!" Mistress roared at me, as she violently slammed the door behind her. I flinched- Mistress rarely got this angry. She was angry all the time, yes, but she never took it out on me quite like this. I wondered what, exactly, I had done.
No, I knew what I had done, but... why did it make her so mad?
Awhile later, I had gotten dressed- since apparently I was banned from using the bathroom until Mistress allowed it, I decided to wear one of my older, more... 'yellow' stained cotton panties, and one of my special pairs of white pants Mistress got for me. I used an old shirt to dry the pee out of my hair the best that I could, but even if I sprayed a little perfume on it, the smell of urine hung on me. I was quickly growing used to it anyway- so, with a sigh, I opened up my closet to try and pick out a shirt to wear. Then I heard a pounding on the door.
I shyly slinked over to it and opened it just a crack, only to see that nobody was there- and then I heard another pounding. It was coming from the front door. We had a guest, but... Mistress said I was to stay in my room, so, I couldn't go answer the door. I glanced up and down the hallway, wondering if I should do it anyway- it might have been a customer, and we needed the money. I crept out of my room and down the hall, carefully looking out for Mistress, when I suddenly saw her cross the living room, so I ducked behind a basket of laundry. She didn't see me, but I could still see the look of irritation on her face.
"What do you want?" I heard her say from around the corner. I couldn't see who it was- they said something to her, it must have been a woman. They were too far away for me to make out their voice, so I scooted the laundry basket down the hall to see if I could get a little closer.
"...ara. That is you, right?" I heard her say. "Yes, speaking, what the hell do you want? I don't recall doing anything to warrant a visit from the sentinels." I gasped and held my hand over my mouth, backing firmly against the wall into my hiding spot. We were in foreign territory- at least, foreign territory for ME. I was more than just a foreigner, I was a member of a hostile species. If they stormed the place and came in here, they'd be fully within their rights to kill me on sight. I tried to still my breathing, as I perked up my long pointy ears to try to get a better listen.
"No, you haven't, this is an unofficial visit- I was sent by General Feyla. Your term of service has come to an end, but... the war against the Forsaken is endless. They fashion their reinforcements from our dead. You've seen the horrors they've committed-" "Yes, firsthand, on Darkshore. Is that what this is about? I've only just gotten out and you're trying to pull me back in?" "With all due respect..."
I flinched as I heard a loud crashing noise- presumably Mistress trying to slam the door, in her anger. "You can shove your fucking respect. I'm done out there, do you hear me? Unless you have an official summons, the next time you set foot on my property, I'll shoot you for tresspassing. Get. Out." "Ma'am, I don't understand, you were one of our best rangers- Don't you take pause at what's happening over there? Those arsonists dare to continue to tread earth and you-" "You don't think I hate them just as much as you do? As any of us do? I was THERE that day, you know. I saw it all happen. I saw those I cared for die, and I'm tired of it. I'm retired. I have a happy life here, and you or Feyla or even the fucking Night Warrior herself won't take that away from-" "Oh yes, we're quite aware of the happy life you've got for yourself right here. You know, it's a little suspicious even- you sure you aren't keeping anything... illegal here, are you? We wouldn't want to have to come back-"
Suddenly, I heard the deafening crack of one of our rifles going off, and I winced and clapped both of my hands over my ears, scooting back firmly against the wall. I felt a warmth spread across my butt, and realized that I was scared into wetting my pants again. My bladder wasn't very full, so the wetness barely soaked my butt and made a little wet patch on the carpet, but it was enough for me to be shocked at how easily I lost bladder control. I've always been a measly little coward, but just hearing a gunshot?
I dry-swallowed, frowning at my situation, and went to go crawl back into my bedroom. "GET OFF MY PROPERTY, AND DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT AN OFFICIAL SUMMONS OR A WARRANT!" I heard Mistress howling, along with the sound of boots and armor shuffling and moving quickly away from the door. I crawled back into my room, pulling the door shut behind me. I crawled under the bed, dragging the top bedsheet with me, not caring that it was still wet with my pee, and wrapped myself in it- hiding and trembling under my bed. Mistress was so angry today... I thought today might be the day she... sent me off.
It was totally silent in the house. I listened to the clock ticking on the wall, tick, tock, back and forth. My butt felt wet and clammy, and I wanted to change, but I knew that I'd probably be yelled at. So I curled up under my pissy sheets, under the bed, and waited, shivering and staring into the dimness of the room. It felt like an eternity to me, but only about five minutes went by, before I heard footsteps falling in the hallway outside my room, and the door creak open. "Oh slave, It's time for- Slave? Where did you go?" She stepped further into the room. I could see her ankle trembling before she stamped her foot on the floor. "Fucks sake, I TOLD you not to leave your ROOM!" She yelled, and a whimper escaped me.
She must have heard, because Mistress knelt down, and I saw her glowing white eyes peek under the bed. "There you are. What on earth are you doing under there?" She said to me condescendingly, and reached in to grab the bedsheets I was wrapped up in and drag me out. I squealed and kicked, not wanting to leave my safe hiding place, but I couldn't resist Mistress, and she grabbed me by the wrist and hoisted me to my feet. I trembled and looked at my feet, twiddling my hands fingers together in front of my chest. "I- I... h-heard a shot," I murmured, looking hopefully up at my goddess. Her lips were pursed in thought, and she looked down at me in judgement, before reaching up and running her hand through my hair. "And you were scared, hm?" She took my shoulder and spun me around, glancing down and clucking her tongue. "Mmhm, I see. Scared enough to wet yourself. Only just dressed, and you're already having accidents? Tsk, tsk." She reached down and patted my bottom, rubbing her hand over the wet patch. She gave my ass a squeeze, and turned me back around.
I was expecting punishment, but instead, she held both of my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead. "Such a dumb little pantswetting baby," She cooed to me, and I flushed and glanced away, too shy to look her directly in the eye. "Come on now. It's time for breakfast."
She lead my by the hand into the kitchen, and sat me down at the table, the same spot where I always sat and had my breakfast. There was a bowl of porridge on the table on the other side, where she normally sits, but nothing for me. "U-um... where's...?" I started to ask, looking expectantly up at my Mistress, my caretaker. "Where's yours? I have it right here," She said. Mistress took her chair and scooted it around the table, sitting it in front of me so that she could sit down, within arms reach, giving my bowl a little stir. "If you're going to wet your bed and poop your pants like a little baby, I'm going to treat you like one. Now, here comes Mama Raven, swooping down into her nest! Fwoooosh!" She even did the sound effects, zooming the spoon around and pushing it into my face.
I was horrifyingly embarrassed- I hadn't been treated like this before. I was a good slave, though, so I opened my mouth and let her feed me. It was humiliating... and my wet butt felt even more cold and clammy now that I was sitting on it. I squirmed awkwardly in my chair, and Mistress looked down at me with that wonderful expression- that amused, toothy smirk, looking down at me like I was garbage, like I was scum. My heart fluttered at the sight of it. I should be happy, I thought- Mistress is taking it upon herself to hand feed me.
She sat the bowl down and fed me another spoonful, smiling at me and tousling my hair with her other hand as I obediently chewed and swallowed. "Good slut," She said to me, cooing affectionately. She had a strange look in her eyes, one I had seen a few times before, but couldn't quite place- I didn't know what emotion it was, but she didn't seem... unhappy. She held the spoon in the air and continued to stare at me, her expression slowly souring, turning to one of irritation. "On second thought, I don't have time for this," She spat, dropping the spoon on the table, taking me by the back of the head, and forcing my face into the porridge bowl. She laughed at me as I raised my face out of it, looking dumbly confused, food on my nose and cheeks and forehead.
I went to wipe my face off with my sleeve, picking up the dropped spoon dejectedly, but Mistress smacked it out of my hand. "No," She sneered at me. "Eat it like that. Like the fucking dog you are," She commanded me. A shiver of self-pity ran down my spine, as I slowly lowered my face to the bowl, and attempted to eat without using my hands, getting more porridge all over my face and in my hair. "Hah! This is amazing," She mocked me as she reached across the table for her own breakfast, to eat it like a normal, respectable person... unlike me. She pushed my face up out of the bowl, and took it, standing up and walking over to the middle of the floor, where she sat it down. "Dogs don't eat at the table."
Confused and embarrassed, I looked up at her, and then back down at the bowl on the floor. "Not hungry?" She asked me with that clever smirk on her face, and I slinked out of my chair, slowly getting down on the floor on my hands and knees, to finish my breakfast. As I bent down, Mistress came up behind me, grabbing me by my ear and yanking my head back. "Ah!" I cried out with pain, as she hissed into my ear. "Don't you fucking dare wet yourself today. Do you understand? And you're still banned from the toilet. You'll hold it until I give you permission to go. If I see a single wet streak down your thigh, I'm going to whip your ass so fucking raw, you won't be able to sit for a week, piss pants." This, naturally, made me gush piss into my panties in terror, an uncontrollable little spurt, which soaked my groin and just barely dribbled down my thigh.
"Finish your damn breakfast," She said, letting go of my head and pushing my face back towards the bowl. I finished eating like that, while she sat in her chair and used me as a footrest, crossing her legs and resting her heels on the small of my back while she ate her own bowl of porridge.
Thankfully, she allowed me to wash my face in the sink after, while I was taking care of cleaning up the dishes. I felt her standing behind me, looking down over me, watching me work. I shivered- it was an uncomfortable feeling, having her standing over me and judging how good of a job I was doing. I started to scrub a little harder- I wanted to please Mistress, after all. "That's enough," She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Lets get to work for the day."
I nodded and sat the last dish on the shelf to dry. "O-okay..." I murmured, turning and going to head into my little workshop. Mistress tugged on my ear, directing me away. "Not that kind of work, you dumb slut. What do we do when we have a bedwetting, hmm?" She berated me, starting to pull me by the ear towards my bedroom. "Ow! W- we- we clean th- the sheets," I said, blushing that I had forgotten about it. "That's right. Honestly, you've wet the bed so many times now, how do you not understand this? You'll work in the workshop when I say it's time. Today, we're cleaning."
We? I turned my eyes to the side to look up to Mistress. Would she be cleaning with me? Anticipation rose in my throat, I felt hot in the face, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Mistress never worked alongside me. We had our own separate workshops- she said that she didn't want my piss-reeking bottom to distract her, but I think that she mostly needed the focus, or she couldn't work. Mistress was perfect to me no matter what, but after these few months I'm starting to understand who she is, and the flaws she has. She changes her mind and her mood at the drop of a hat, and I'm sure she couldn't get anything done if I was there for her to play with.
I get to work. I pull the bedsheets off the bed, and bring them outside to put in the wash basin. Mistress draws water from the well, boiling a cauldron of it, and then pours it into the basin to start soaking away my urine. The water is too hot to work with, so next, it is time for the mattress. I'm far too weak to move it on my own, so she has to help me, dragging it along behind her and mocking me for my weak, noodle like arms. We take turns drawing water and pouring it over the mattress, to wash out the pee stain, and eventually tilt the mattress against the wall to dry. I spend the next hour scrubbing laundry with soap in the hot water- every time I think I am done, Mistress brings another pair of clothes, or another sheet, for me to clean. By the time I'm done, my arms are screaming with ache, and I have to sit on a bench and rest.
I feel the sun streaming through the trees landing on my face, warming my body. I can hear the chirping of birds, and the rustling of wind through the trees. I don't know where we live, as I am not learned in the maps of the Alliance, but I know it is somewhere nice. The air is clean, and the heat is temperate. We live alone, out in the woods. I'm used to it- I've been used to living by myself for a long time. But I don't live by myself anymore- I live with Mistress.
I love her. Even though I am afraid that she might snap and decide to kill me, given what I am responsible for, I still love her. I do not live in perpetual fear any longer. Nobody comes to throw rotten fruit at me, or to harass me and call me names. Mistress calls me names all day, of course, but I feel as if I deserve it. It is not a bad life, I think to myself, as I rest in the late morning sun. I am fed and protected, I sleep in a comfortable bed. I am warm and taken care of. I am protected... Mistress protects me. She's so strong... stronger than I could ever be. She wouldn't ever need something like the Black Words. Her arm and her sword, her gun is well enough.
As I take a break from work, so does she. I watch her, standing twenty paces from the house, down at her range. Levelling her rifle at a clay target hanging in a tree- she fires once, and the target shatters into a million pieces. I'm impressed. I've tried to shoot a gun before- we make them, after all, so I was curious as to how they worked. It's hard- very hard- they're heavy things, and aiming with them is difficult. The scopes we put on them help a great measure, but I still can't hit anything but the trees behind my target. Mistress is much more skilled than I.
Though I revere her for her talent, a curiosity gnaws at me. As she returns to the home with one of our hand-crafted rifles slung over her back, I ask- "Why do you use that?" And she stops, glancing down at me. Her eyes are piercing, and I feel like she wants me to explain further. "I-I mean... Why do we... why do we make these? You- you're Kaldorei, aren't you? Why do you use a gun, instead of a bow?"
She takes the weapon off her shoulders, looking down at it, running her fingers along it affectionately. I swallow back my jealousy, wishing she would touch me like that. "A bow is a bow," She explained. "A piece of wood with a string. Depending on the tensile strength of the string, the feathering and sleekness of the arrow, and the craftsmanship of the wood, a bow can be a powerful tool. We Kaldorei make the finest bows in Azeroth. Your people and your paltry bows are pathetic, compared to ours." I was used to insults about my species, so I grimaced and nodded, letting her continue.
"But, a rifle is a different thing. A bow can only be made so perfect. Our bows are near perfect creations, and they grow closer to that level of perfection every new generation of craftsmen we have. But a gun... I can tell, that this weapon- this weapon has centuries of refinement ahead of it. It is far more complex. The machinery that goes into it- the factors that improve the aim, stability, and stopping power of this weapon- the potential, compared to our bows, is nearly unlimited. I know that it is only a matter of time until these weapons become the norm- until these rifles outstrip the performance of our bows by miles. This weapon, slave-" She held it up, shaking it at me, to emphasize her point. "This weapon is the future. And I have a long, long future ahead of me, after all."
She then put her weapon down, but not before popping it open and removing the shell inside. That was one of the things she taught me, weapon safety- to never leave a rifle loaded, anywhere. As well as other things, like not pointing it at anything you wouldn't want to accidentally shoot. Pocketing the round in it, she stepped over to where I was sitting, looking down at me with stern, scornful eyes. "You, however-" She said, stomping her foot on the bench next to me. She grabbed me by the hair, and forced my face against her groin. "Who knows when your future might end? It might be a decade, it might be tomorrow. Your very life hangs on my whim, slave," She told me, grinding her hips against my face. "Yes Mistress," I said obediently, muffled by her crotch- she let me go, stepping off the bench, and grabbed my hand.
She took me inside, and we had sex again, for the second time that day.
Later, I was busy dusting the shelves in the workshop. I hadn't thought about it all day before, but a pressing need was at the forefront of my mind. It had only been a few hours, but I needed to relieve myself, badly. Whimpering, I held my hand firmly between my legs, continuing to clean with my other hand. I shouldn't have needed to go so soon, it didn't make sense- but I felt the pressure building in my bladder, and a telling gurgling in my stomach. Still, I was resolved to hold it. Mistress had commanded me, so I would hold it. I had to!
But, I was getting incredibly desperate. I kept having to stop my work, groaning and holding myself between the legs. I wouldn't pee, I couldn't... Mistress commanded me not to wet myself! My pants were finally dry again after all this time, I couldn't ruin them now... I had to sit the duster down and squeeze myself, doubling over at the waist, thighs clenched together and knees bent in desperation. "My oh my, does someone need the potty?" I heard a call from the entrance to the workshop- Mistress was leaning in the doorframe, watching me shamelessly hold myself like a little girl. I blushed brightly. "Y-...yes," I murmured with embarrassment, unable to meet her gaze. "Very well then," she said with a mischievous smirk. "You may use the bathroom. That is, if you can get in."
She followed me as I hobbled and potty-danced my way over to our home's singular bathroom. Still holding myself between the legs, I looked up in astonishment at what had become of our bathroom door. It looked like a safe, or something- it was made completely out of metal, and covered with locks and puzzles and all sorts of things. "Wh- what is this? When did you have it installed?" I asked. "When you were sleeping," Mistress said, reaching over and handing me a keyring. "Here's the keys. Best get to solving it, hmm? Remember, if you have an accident, I'm going to whip you raw."
I stared down at the keys in my hand, and then back at the complex lock on the door, momentarily forgetting my desperation. I understood very quickly that this was a challenge Mistress expected me to fail. It stung my pride, what little I had left of it- My mind was my last sanctuary, my bastion. I was weak, cowardly, pathetic, but I always considered myself to be clever. All these years of working with tools and gadgets- I should be able to solve something like this! A pang of desperation wracked me, and I moaned and held myself between the legs, whimpering and looking at the door. I would have to solve it- that's all there was to it. I feared the whipping I was promised, so I held on tightly, refusing to wet, and set about solving the door.
The first puzzle on the door was a sliding picture puzzle. Simple enough to solve, given enough time, but the amount of time I had was determined by the strength of my bladder. Holding it was becoming painful, I was so desperate. I slid the panels quickly, making more mistakes than I should have because of how badly I needed to go. As all the pictures lined up in place, I blushed with embarrassment, realizing that the completed picture was of me, quivering and wetting my pants. I remembered that incident- Mistress had taken a picture of it. I never imagined that this would be what she used it for. Next was a number puzzle- a series of switches that I needed to pick that added up to a certain total. This one was a little more complex, but not beyond me- the pressure in my bladder and the rumbling in my gut made it harder than it should have been.
I fumbled with the keyring I had been given, a spurt of pee escaping into my panties. I clenched my thighs tightly, willing myself to hold on. A little trickle started to flow from me, but I cut it off quickly- I could feel two hot, wet crescents form under my ass cheeks. One by one, I figured out which key went to which lock, based on their size and shape. Out of the seven keys on the ring, I used six for this part. From the look of it, there was only one more puzzle to solve- a sequence of gears. I stared befuddled at the challenge before me, not sure how it worked- turning the gears randomly, trying to see if I could figure it out based on the shape or noise that they made.
Eventually I realized that they all needed to be turned and locked together in a specific pattern, as the desperation to relieve myself wracked me. Mistress was watching over me the whole time, her lips pulled back into a vicious cheshire grin, glancing down at my bottom. "Tsk tsk," She chided me. "Are you leaking? It looks like you're a little wet. Didn't I tell you not to have an accident? It's as if you want me to whip you." She reached down and started to feel my bottom, grabbing and squeezing one of my asscheeks, and I whimpered and clenched my thighs together. The need to go was overwhelming, getting worse now that I knew I was so close to opening the door.
My stomach gurgled, and a sharp pang of desperation hit me, and I cried out, bending my knees and holding myself between the legs. I thought I was going to lose it, but instead, a noisy PRRAAAPPTT escaped me, and the blush on my cheeks grew even brighter. I uncontrollably farted. My eyes were wide and my mouth hung open, trembling as I tried to right myself. "Ah!" I cried out, and another noisy FRRRRTT! came from my backside, as I dipped my bottom down. I was utterly humiliated- I shouldn't have been, given that I wet and pooped my pants on a daily basis, but I had never farted in front of Mistress before. The stink made my eyes water, and Mistress laughed at me. "Ahahahaha! Ugh, what a nasty little whore you are! Are you about to shit yourself, huh? Passing gas like that... pee-yew, that stinks!" She mocked me by pinching her nostrils shut and waving her hand to disperse the smell. "N-no, no, I--" I stammered to try to make an excuse for myself, but I only just ended up farting again. FRRRRPPTTT!!
My knees were quaking and knocking together, my toes curling and uncurling in my shoes, but I was still able to hold on, and focus on the challenge. I turned each gear as I thought they should fit together, shifting and moving them into place. Finally, I thought that I had it- so I inserted the final key into the lock, and tried to turn it. But, it wouldn't go. I must not have solved it correctly- I frantically looked back at the puzzle, trying to twist and alter the gears into what might be the correct configuration. My face was hot with a blush of urgency, eyes squinted and lips pursed as I held on desperately, not understanding why it didn't work. Mistress didn't make it any easier, either- her hand kept caressing my butt, squeezing and patting my asscheek. Her other hand slid up my belly, to the collar of my shirt, starting to unbutton it. Her hand went into my shirt, fingers firmly tracing across my breast, starting to squeeze and grope me, pinching my tit between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh slave, you're so close, you aren't going to fail here, are you?"
I couldn't stop clenching my thighs together, I was so utterly desperate. I kept trying different combinations, but no matter what I did, the key wouldn't turn. A whimper escaped me, and I frantically kept trying to turn the key, as if somehow it would unlock. My mind wasn't working anymore- I was overwhelmed by my need to relieve myself. "A-ah...!" I suddenly felt hot, wet warmth spreading across my crotch, and soaking down the back of my legs. I couldn't hold it anymore- I was wetting my pants. My thighs quaked and I tried desperately to hold on, emotions running wild inside my head. The sensation was electric- relief growing as the wet patch soaked further and further down the back of my thighs. Tingling, blissful pleasure at Mistresses touch, the way she cupped and squeezed my breast, rubbed and groped my bottom as I peed my pants.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I farted- at least, I thought it was a fart, but it wasn't. Hot, messy filth burst into my panties, a small mound in the seat of my white pants that quickly started to stain brown. I remember that I was crying at this point- I felt so ashamed, even though this had happened time and time again. I couldn't do it, I wasn't smart enough to solve the puzzle. It was like Mistress always told me, I was just a stupid, pants-wetting, incontinent slut. I realized at this point that I had never done this before- I had never held my pee until I uncontrollably wet myself. All those times where I would get too distracted with my work and not realize I had to pee, and ended up wetting myself- I had just given up, been unwilling to deal with the pain of a full bladder. I realized now that I had been wetting myself on purpose for a long time, and this was the first time I truly, truly lost control.
"Aww... looks like my adorable little slave is having an accident in her pants!~" Mistress taunted me, smacking me on the bottom as I peed. I soaked my pants all the way down to my socks, before I managed to regain control. I'm not sure why I was so insistent on trying to hold it, at this point- I had utterly pissed myself, a solid wet patch going all the way down the insides of my thighs and the back of my legs, a tidemark rising up my butt, a diamond of wetness across the front of my lap, still hot, wet, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. My eyes were red from crying, my mascara streaked all down my cheeks- I was a mess, a filthy, pathetic little elf who had wet her pants.
I watched, whimpering and sniffling back tears, as Mistress reached past my shoulder, and put all the gears into place. It was the first combination that I had tried- I looked on in confusion as she reached for the key... and twisted it the other direction, counter-clockwise. That was it- that was the mistake I had made. I couldn't believe how stupid I was, swallowing back my tears as I watched Mistress push the door open. There it was, the toilet- I was standing not two paces away from it, and I had an accident. My stomach churned, and I realized that I wasn't done yet, so I rushed into the bathroom, but Mistress stopped me.
She snatched my wrist, forcing me to turn around, and look at her. I expected to see that scornful, amused, cruel look on her face, but she looked different for some reason. She was smiling... even her eyes smiled with her, looking at me like I was precious. I opened my mouth and stammered dumbly, not even able to form a coherent word, and she pulled me up against her body. Chest to chest, face to face, she held me against her. She tilted her head down, and she kissed me. She was kissing me... deeply, passionately, something she almost never did. Our tongues writhed together, her hand running up my back and shoulders. My knees shook again, and I suddenly started to leak, a dribble of urine that picked up into a full force pants wetting. I could feel my pee welling up in the narrow space between the gusset of my panties and the crotch of my pants, gushing down the inside of my legs.
There was a cold sweat on my brow, as I clenched and unclenched my asscheeks, fighting the growing urge as best as I could, my eyes squinted shut into this wonderful, blissful kiss. I put my hands on Mistress's shoulders, holding onto her like I might fall if I didn't. The moment I did that, I lost control of my bowels, and pooped my pants, with a filthy, noisy ppprrbblhhttt! It all came rushing out of me, a hot, sticky, filthy mess filling the seat of my pants. They stretched and tented to accommodate the growing load. Mistress rubbed my bottom and cupped her hand, feeling the growing mound of shit in my panties. I moaned into our kiss, legs trembling, as I full force, completely pissed and shit my pants. It was incredible- I had never felt a sensation like this, to be so incredibly desperate and then to suddenly feel this blissful relief. Hot pee spreading across my lap, hot, messy poop filling my pants- I thought I might climax then and there.
Mistress rubbed and patted the enormous bulge of filth in my pants. I had never pooped this much in my life- there was no way that this was natural, Mistress must have done something to me. Something in my morning porridge, maybe. Either way, the seat of my pants sagged, completely stained brown, so full of poop my waistband was pulled away from the small of my back. My pee stream tapered off as my bladder fully emptied, standing in a big yellow puddle, and I completely relieved my bowels. I was trembling, tears still leaking out of my eyes, as Mistress pulled away and looked down at me again- that expression of adoration quickly turning into her usual, condescending, amused smirk. I whimpered and shrank back, feeling small under her gaze.
"Look at you," she taunted me. "What did you do?" I swallowed and attempted to stop my helpless blubbering, using my sleeve to wipe at the tears running down my cheek. "I- I had an accident," I muttered ashamedly. "That's right. RIGHT in front of the toilet. Right in my arms, you had a huge accident." The fanatic obsession returned to me, as I became circularly trapped in my own head about it. "I- I wet-- I w-wet my pants... I peed... I soaked and soiled my pants... I pooped myself... used my pants as a toilet... crapped my panties..." I kept muttering to myself, not even noticing as Mistress put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me down onto my knees. She unbuttoned her fly, pushing her pants and panties down to the floor, not seeming to care that they were getting in my pee puddle.
She pulled on her labia with two fingers, and started to urinate on me. She aimed her pee stream so that it arced into my lap. I could feel her hot wetness soak into my pants and drip down between my legs, flood all across my engorged, tingling pussylips. She arced her stream up and down, so that one moment she was peeing on my lap, the next she was peeing on my breasts. Mistress rolled her head back, draping her beautiful maroon hair down her shoulders. "Ahhhh... that's so much better. Mmm, I needed to use you for awhile... I think I might just have this toilet uninstalled. You can just pee and poop your pants, and I'll piss on you."
My eyes lit up instantly. I hadn't realized how far my depravity had fallen, that I was so excited for this. "Yes Mistress! Yes, please! Please pee on me!" I cried out, reaching up and starting to unbutton my shirt, so that she could urinate on my bare chest. "Oh, you like that, hmm? Do you love Mistress's piss?" She scoffed at me, smirking and laughing at my degeneracy. I blushed furiously, and nodded, making my own pissy bed and laying in it. "Y-yes Mistress, I love your piss," I murmured. It reeked so badly in this room, I thought I was going to choke... the smell of hot, freshly peed in pants, my shirt soaked with Mistress's pee, my pants filled to the brim with poop. I realized then that even though it stank, I enjoyed it- I enjoyed the smell of being forced to kneel in my own accident.
Mistress snatched me by the hair, yanking my face towards her pussy. She forced my head against her groin, and continued to urinate into my mouth. "Drink," She commanded me, just like the first day we had met. Except this time, I was all too willing to drink- I gladly lapped it up, eyes closed, scooting closer on my knees, my enormously poopy pants waddling back and forth from the action. "Oooohhh... yes... mmm, yes... lick," She commanded me, and I licked. Urine ran all over my chin and dripped down onto my chest, as I pleasured Mistress while she peed. She was peeing quite a lot... perhaps even more than I had wet myself. And she remained totally composed the whole time- it ashamed me, made me feel more pathetic, that I had totally lost bladder control and Mistress was holding more pee than me, calm and self-assured.
I slid my hands up the back of Mistress's thighs, to hold onto her while I orally pleasured her. Her pee stream tapered off, and in a matter of seconds, I was licking and lapping up cum instead of urine. Greedily squeezing the back of her toned, muscled thighs, while I messily swirled my tongue inside of her. Before I met Mistress, I didn't even know I was a lesbian- now, I adore every chance I get to lick her pussy. It was like a gift, a blessing that this powerful, indomitable woman would allow me to even touch her, let alone give her an orgasm, which I was very intent on. I'm proud to say that in the three months I've met Mistress, I've given her an orgasm at least four times a week. Well, I should be proud, but that's nothing compared to her- I climax multiple times a day because of her.
"Mmmm, yes... oh, you naughty, filthy little slut, yes, just like that... mmmnnn, look at you, kneeling in your own piss puddle, pants full of shit, you dirty, incontinent little whore..." I could tell she was getting into it. Mistress had her own sense of oral fixation- whenever she was getting close, she insulted and cursed at me more and more. My stomach suddenly churned again, and I felt that urge- I didn't even bother attempting to resist it. I popped my bottom out, and shamelessly shit my pants with a frraappphht! I couldn't believe it, it was so much- I had pooped my pants so much, it was actually forcing its way down the back of my soaking wet thighs, my waistband pulled two inches from my back. Mistress gasped and bucked her hips, gripping my hair tightly and writhing her hips against my face. "Oooohh! Oh yes! Oh you dirty bitch! Mmmnnn, yes, oh yes, oh you fucking worthless pants-messing whore! Ah, ah-- ahh!!~"
One messy, gushing orgasm later, Mistress was dragging me by the ear back to her room. She pulled open her drawer of punishment devices, and pulled out the locking belt- I held my hands up and out of her way as she yanked it through my belt loops and pulled it tight, locking it. The gap in my waistband was gone now, and I was locked into these bulging, soaked, shit filled pants. I would be staying in them as long as Mistress wanted- which also meant that I would be wetting my pants every time I needed to pee. Mistress tore off my shirt, leaving me topless, my pale pink breasts bouncing free. That was one thing that I had... Mistress had good breasts, but mine were a bit larger. This apparently pleased her, though, because she never missed a chance to fondle my boobs. She was doing it now, looking me over, cupping one of my breasts and patting the mound in my pants with the other. "Goddess, you really shit your pants, huh?"
I wanted to deny it, or say something to try and defend myself, but when I opened my mouth, the only words that came out were "I love you". Mistress glared down at me, expression quickly turned sour, and smacked me across the head. She had hurt and punished me a lot, but for some reason, that smack felt more real than the others, and I wanted to cry, whimpering and backing down. "Would you stop fucking doing that!?" She yelled at me. With a sneer of disgust, she grabbed my wrist, turned me around, and shoved me against the wall, forcing my wrists into the restraints and locking them there. This was the same wall where Mistress's draenei 'friend' had pooped herself in terror at being whipped. Which meant that for me...
"N- no, no please- no Mistress, please, please--" I begged her, pulling on the restraints, wetting my pants in terror, bladder having already begun to fill again. I felt the hot wetness run along my crotch and splatter on the floor, dripping off the huge mound of poop in my pants. "Shut the fuck up, you degenerate slut! What did I tell you before, hmm? That you'd get a whipping if you peed your pants! And what did you do?" I tugged harder trying to escape the restraints as a terrified sob came from me. "I wet my pants! I did! I wet myself and pooped my pants! Please Mistress, please!" I cried out in agony as I felt the first harsh smack across my back. Only... it wasn't as bad as I thought. She wasn't using her regular whip, this was a nine-tailed whip. It was painful, yes, but not nearly as painful as I expected. I kind of felt... good.
"Ahh!" I screamed as she whipped me again. And again, and again... the small of my back was glowing pink from the continued whipping. She paused for long enough to come up behind me, slide her hand up my stomach and grope my breast, leaning in and licking my cheek. "Does that hurt, slave? Hmm? Wetting your pants again? Gonna cry, like a little baby bitch?" She taunted me, tilting her head up and biting my ear. She didn't break the skin, but it certainly hurt, and I screwed my eyes shut and whimpered, feeling my bladder spasm and gush what little had filled it into my pants once again. Then, the whipping continued. Gradually, I became used to the tingling sensation of pain. Degraded, helpless, tortured... my hot, pissy pussy tingled with the need for attention.
As if reading my mind, at this point, Mistress paused her punishment and undid my locking belt, just for long enough to nestle a little egg vibrator up against my clitoris. Re-locking the belt again, she dialed it on to a low setting with the remote, and resumed whipping me. The more she whipped me, the higher the setting went- pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain- It was so much, combined with all my other emotions, I was beginning to forget which was which, and associate the two together. Mistress paused, dialing the setting up, and took my cheek, forcing my head to turn. She kissed me again- that same hungry, deep, passionate kiss from before- as my legs shook and my toes curled, I was oozing cum into my panties, practically frothing at the mouth.
Then, it came. I had been hoping it wouldn't, but it did. The whip- her real whip. Searing hot pain shot across my back and I screamed- literally shrieked in agony- and had an incredible, overwhelming orgasm. I was so worn out I just hung against the wall, limp, held up only by the restraints. Mistress dialed the vibrating toy down to 'off', returned her tools to the drawer and let me go, and I immediately fell- but she caught me. I was wobbly on my feet, as she helped me, step by little step over to her bed. She laid me down on it, on my side- so that I wouldn't get my poopy butt on her sheets- and laid next to me. She pulled me into her arms, cuddling me affectionately. She tilted my chin back, and kissed me.
We laid together like that for at least fifteen minutes, but it felt like an eternity of heaven for me. I couldn't even smell my dirty pants anymore. She kissed me, over and over. She rubbed my sore back and patted my messy bottom. She slid her leg between my thighs. It was as if all my dreams were coming true this day. Her kisses had been rare before, but now I was getting all of them. Tender and sweet, sloppy and lusty, all kinds of kisses- we made out the entire time, as I caught my breath.
"Now it's time for work," She told me and patted my butt again as she helped me up off the bed, and directed me to my workshop, where I make my gears and interlocking bolts. I knew what was coming, it had happened before, but I still couldn't quite get used to it- I grimaced as she made me sit on my work bench, sit right in my poopy mess, smear it all over my butt and fill my ass crack and smoosh down my thighs. She locked my ankles into place, dusted her hands off, and left me to my work. I did what I could, but work was coming slowly, because I couldn't get over the stink filling my nostrils and the uncomfortable sensation of sitting in pants absolutely bulging with poop. Not to mention, every once in awhile, Mistress randomly turned on the remote egg vibrator, interrupting my work and making me bend double over the table.
A short while later, she returned, wearing pants once again. "Am- am I done?" I asked, twisting my body to look up at her, but she didn't say anything. All she did was come over to me, and unbutton her pants. She dropped them around her ankles, stepping out of them, and she put her foot up on the bench next to me. She pulled her labia back, and proceeded to pee on me, again. For the third time today, she was peeing on me... piss splattered all over my chest, ran down into my pants and warmly soaked them once again. I shuddered with delight, and in response, Mistress thumbed the switch and turned on my vibrator. I moaned whorishly, squeezing my thighs together. About a minute later, she was finished, and without a word, she put her pants back on, and left.
About two hours later, my bladder was full, so I wet my pants. There was nothing I could do about it. What surprised me was how easily it happened- usually when I wet myself Mistress forces me, or I have to try a little. But this time, I soaked my pants like I was sitting on the toilet, without any effort. My urine poured over the edges of the bench, splattering and making a puddle underneath me. "Mmmmmnnn..." I moaned tenderly at the relief and warmth. I felt a hand caress my hair, and looked up- Mistress was there. I hadn't heard her come in- she just came and went wherever she wanted, silent as a ghost. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Good girl," She said to me. Her breath smelled of wine... that worried me a bit. I'd never seen her intoxicated before.
Just like the last time, she unbuttoned her pants, dropped them, put her leg up on the bench, and pissed on me. I was getting used to it now, so it didn't even interrupt my work- Mistress casually just using me as a toilet while I carved out grooves and ground stones into dust. She tousled my hair affectionately as her stream tapered off, and she pulled her pants back up, and left me to my work. This continued to happen throughout the night. It was wonderful- Mistress peeing on me so much. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed it, before. She was starting to come in and pee on me more frequently- I wet myself every few hours. Each time Mistress came in, she seemed increasingly more intoxicated.
It was growing close to the evening, and Mistress hadn't come in to pee on me in awhile. I was a bit concerned, given how she had been drinking, so I wanted to go check on her. Locking me into my bench was more of a formality, really, because with all my tools in front of me, it was simple to simply take the leg restraints apart and free myself. So, I did, standing up and shuddering as the weight of my poopy pants fell away from my bottom. Ffffsssshhhhhhhhhhh... I heard the tell-tale sound of pee hissing against already wet fabric coming from me, looking down in surprise. Urine re-soaked my white jeans, gushed across my lap, ran down the back of my thighs, dripped off my messy bulging pants. "I- I'm peeing..." I murmured to myself in surprise- I had grown so used to using my pants as a toilet that I just started to pee, without even noticing I had to go.
I stood there for half a minute, holding my hand against my groin and re-wetting my pants. The floor of my workshop was soaked with pee puddles- though I did work with fluids often, so there was a drainage hole in the middle of the shop. Later on I would have to come in and rinse everything down. I wet myself quite a bit when I craft parts for Mistress's rifles, so I was used to the routine. As the last drops of pee gushed into my pants, I started to move and make my way into the house, to check on Mistress.
I was rightfully worried about her. She didn't seem to be hurt, but she also didn't seem to be in any kind of state to help herself. I found her heavily intoxicated, sitting in her favorite chair, head rolled back and snoring. I giggled a little bit- it was cute, not to mention, Mistress didn't usually snore. Sleeping like that would clearly strain her neck, so I came over and touched her thigh, giving her knee a little shake. "Mistress... Mistress, are you okay?" I asked her in a tender, quiet voice, as not to startle her. She groaned and rolled her head forward, almost falling off the chair- I caught her before she could fall forward. "Whas... uhh... huh? Wha're you doin baby? Uughhh... baby... heh, you're such a baby... little piss pants." Of course- even intoxicated out of her mind, she wouldn't stop insulting me.
"Y... yes Mistress, I wet my pants." "You stink," she mocked me, laughing at me and slouching back into her chair. "Y-yes, yes Mistress, I stink. How much did you...?" I asked, before I looked down at the ground, seeing two and a half empty bottles of wine. I raised my eyebrows, shocked that I was even able to wake her up after that much. "Why did you drink so much, Mistress?" I asked her, concern tinging my voice. "I hah... ta think... 'bout summnh..." She waved her hand at me to dismiss me, try and shoo me away, but I just came back and caught her shoulders. "Well... um... maybe you should get to bed," I suggested, and she nodded her head in agreement. "Can you walk?" I asked her. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, pushed on the arms of her chair, and tried to stand up- only to fall back down into the chair. "Uhhhh... no."
Grimacing, I took Mistress's hand and helped her up the best I could. She was a tall, muscular woman, which made her considerably heavier than me. She could pick me up and carry me over her shoulder- something she had literally done before- but I couldn't budge her at all by myself. Luckily, she was coherent enough to lean on me, and we gradually made our way down the hallway to her bedroom, holding her arm across my shoulders and letting her use me as a crutch. We were halfway there, when I heard that sound again. That unmistakable hhhhsssssssshhhhhhh... I looked down at my lap, shocked. How could I possibly be wetting myself again, already? There was no way!
But, I didn't see anything. No glistening spreading across my lap, no rivulets dripping between my legs. It couldn't be... I looked over to my left. I wasn't wetting myself.
It was Mistress. Mistress was wetting her pants.
She had gotten so intoxicated, she was wetting herself, soaking her dark violet pants. I watched in astonishment as glistening wetness soaked down the inside of her thighs, pee streams falling between her legs like little waterfalls. The hissing noise of her peeing combined with the splattering sound of pee puddling on the wooden floor. It was a full on, complete accident, and I watched rapt with attention as Mistress pissed her pants for a full minute straight. It was... incredible. It felt like the first time Mistress made ME wet my pants, I was unbelievably turned on. I hadn't ever realized that I wanted to see this, but I did. "M... Mistress... you... um... you're... wetting yourself."
She looked down at her lap as if only just now realizing, putting her hand against her crotch. "Uuughh... fuck," She murmured. I couldn't tell if she was blushing, or if her face was just red from drinking. "Now I'm a piss-pants like you, too." I shook my head and continued to help Mistress along, diverting her instead to the washroom, praying that she hadn't re-locked that ridiculously difficult puzzle door. "N-no, I... you... um, you have an excuse... it was an accident... I- I'm much worse than you, I pee my pants every day. Look, I pooped my pants, remember? I'm- s-still wearing them." She looked down at me and smirked, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and intoxication. "Oh yeah... hah, you did... mmmnn..." She let go of my shoulders and reached down to pat my bottom, firmly pressing on my dirty pants, squishing it against my butt, and I grimaced again. "Look at you... sexy little shit-pants slut..."
"L-lets not get distracted," I tried to coax her, reigning her in and taking her arm again to lead her to the bathroom. I helped her to strip down first, and got her into the tub, where I started to fill it with hot bathwater. Meanwhile, I had to trudge my poopy ass through the house to Mistress's room, to get the key for my belt. When I came back, she had draped her arms alongside the tub and was moaning at the feeling of hot water starting to wash over her legs, rolling her head back. "Mmmnn, tha's good," She muttered to herself.
I, on the other hand, had to use my own... special 'potty station'. It wasn't like a bath tub- It was kind of like a shower, but with a hose that had a narrow nozzle. A firm stream came from it that I would use to wash myself down in my little glass and porcelain chamber, watching as my mess went down the large drain, glad to finally be free of the oppressive, messy, soaking wet pants. I rinsed out my pants the best that I could, and left them to hang on a hook in the chamber. I blushed at the sight of them, the pure white fabric totally stained brown and yellow. We'd have to bleach them, again...
I sighed, and turned to leave Mistress to her bath, when she reached out and snatched my wrist. "Come in with me," She told me. Sharing a bath with Mistress... I blushed with shyness. I'd never done it before, and the idea definitely pleased me. "If... if you want," I murmured, and gingerly came over, stepping into the bath tub. It was big enough for the both of us, and I was able to sit between Mistress's ankles, sighing happily as I felt the hot water rise around my butt, a welcome change from hot pee soaking my butt. Mistress snatched up my foot, picking it up and starting to rub and squeeze it, like it was a toy for her to play with. "Mmmn... your feet aren't so bad," She thought aloud as she examined them. "Th... thank you," I blushed at the compliment. "I like feet too, you know... on top of... the other stuff," She said, sounding just a little more coherent.
"The... other stuff..." I parroted back at her, shifting uncomfortably on my butt. We had never explicitly talked about it- our interests, what pleased us. I had figured out by now that Mistress likes to punish me and make me wet myself, obviously, but I wasn't sure what else there was- and I was completely unsure of what pleased ME. This was all new territory for me. "I um... I would like it... if you made me um, wear... um..." She pinched her fingers against my foot, starting to rub her thumb along the bridge of it, massaging it. "Go on, say it." "Um... wear... diapers." She chuckled at me, raising her eyebrows. "More diapers, huh? Ok. Then you're going to have to go buy them." My face went bright red with embarrassment. "M-me!?" I said, and she laughed at me again. "Oh, are you too shy? How do you think I feel going out and buying adult diapers for women? People think they're for me, sometimes."
That made me blush even brighter, as I remembered what had happened, out in the hallway. I twiddled my fingers together as the water rose up to my hips, staring down between my legs. "About... about that..." I murmured. "Oh?" Mistress asked, again raising her eyebrow. I was worried- she was being uncharacteristically calm with me. Usually, that meant a mood swing was right around the corner. If I made her mad... But I still wanted to say it. "I... liked it..." "What did you like?" She asked, putting my one foot down and starting to massage the other. "When you, um... when you... peed." "I peed a lot today," She said with a shrug, and I shook my head. "No, I mean... when you... in the hallway..."
Mistress narrowed her eyes sharply at me, holding my foot still. I trembled under the might of her gaze. Even intoxicated like this, I'm sure I would never be any kind of match for her. I thought she was going to punish me, when her face broke into a smirk, and she started to laugh. "Really? I see!" She said, still laughing at me. I chuckled along nervously, glad that I had apparently amused her instead of incurring her wrath. She braced her feet and arms against the tub, and lifted her hips out of the water- and peed, gushing an arc of urine onto my chest. "Don't forget your place, slut," She warned me good naturedly. But I was feeling rebellious today... I decided it was my turn. I lifted my own hips out of the water, pursed my lips and gave a push... and peed on Mistress.
She stared at me again with that furious expression, but ended up sputtering and laughing at me. "Oh, is that revenge for all the times today?" She asked me. I blushed and nodded, and she answered me by peeing a spurt on me again. So, I peed on her, again. We did that back and forth with what little remained in our bladders, giggling at each other. I was so happy- it felt like I was really trying to connect with her. It was a shame that she had to be drunk for it to happen, but still... I was happy. She helped me wash my back and I helped her with hers. By the time we were done she was just slightly sobered up enough to walk on her own, towling off her hair. She tossed it into the hallway laundry basket and stumbled into bed. I managed to get her to roll over enough to tuck her blanket up over her shoulders.
She was so strong, but in this moment, she looked so tender to me. I had never seen this side of her. I bent down, to kiss her on the cheek. She had punished me two times already for this, but I couldn't help it- I felt so strongly about it, that I just had to say it again. "I love you," I murmured to her. To my surprise, she just rolled over and groaned tiredly, and replied "You, too." I stared down at her and my heart soared in my chest. I felt like a little girl having her first crush again. I was too shy and awkward to stay, so I left her like that, blowing out the candles and retreating to my own room, dressing in my silky pink pajamas and getting into bed. I was so giddy, full of adrenaline, and it took me nearly an hour to get to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the sunlight streaming through my curtains, the birds chirping, wind gently rustling through the trees outside my window. I awoke to a dry bed, for once, and stretched and yawned, pulling the sheets off and rolling out of bed. Since I didn't wet the bed, I had to pee, and needed to brush my teeth anyway, so I headed straight out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom- when suddenly, something was clicked around my neck. Mistress had stalked up behind me, like usual, and had put a collar on me- she walked around in front of me with a smirk, tugging on the leash to make me follow her. My heart pounded with anxiety- had she remembered what happened last night? Was she going to punish me for it?
She made me walk with her out into the living room. She cupped my cheek, giving me a few light smacks, more affectionate than painful. "Sit," she commanded me, and I immediately obeyed, getting down on my knees on the floor and looking up at her. She was wearing one of her favorite outfits- tight, form fitting light blue pants and a black and blue corset-like top that had no sleeves and pushed up her chest, giving her a curvier form. She caressed my face, tousled my hair, and turned around, backing herself up to me. She yanked on the leash to force my face against her butt...
And she started to pee.
Warm urine cascaded over my face and dripped down onto my chest, soaking into my pink silky shirt, and I watched, utterly astounded as the wet patch glistened and spread across Mistress's butt, down the back of her thighs... totally soaking her pants. She was doing it again, Mistress was wetting herself- right in front of me, right in my face. She tugged harder on the leash to force my face against her toned backside. "Ugh, what a disgusting feeling. Is this what you really do every single day? And you like this, hmm? Does the perverted little slave enjoy watching Mistress piss her pants?"
"Mmmfff!" I tried to reply, muffled by her butt and her soaking wet pants, the taste of her pee on my lips, the acrid scent of urinated in pants hitting my nostrils. I had come to enjoy this smell, but it was even more incredible knowing that it was Mistress doing it. She wiggled her butt back against my face, as I felt the pee stream running down the back of her legs begin to taper and cut off. "It's so warm and wet, isn't it? Do you like it? Are you aroused, you horny little slug?" She let go of the leash and allowed me to back off, to get a full look at it. At Mistress's shapely bottom and strong thighs, soaking wet with pee. Mistress... Mistress wet herself... for me. She had remembered what I said last night... and instead of being punished, I was being rewarded.
"Up," She commanded, tugging on the leash and dragging me up to my feet. My hand shook, and I felt overcome with a desire. "You may touch it," Mistress said, once again reading my mind. I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh, caressed her bottom, in awe of what a wonderful sensation it was, touching her wet ass. She turned around and took my hand, pulling me up against her, chest to chest and face to face. Her other hand went down to my bottom, giving it a smack. "Your turn," She commanded me. "Piss yourself."
I was happy to oblige, the floodgates opening up as I willingly peed a steady stream in my silky pink pajamas. They clung wetly to my inner thighs, I felt that wonderful warmth, the rush and the embarrassment of having an accident in front of Mistress. My pee soaked under my butt cheeks, drenched down the inside of my legs and the back of my thighs. I shivered as I felt the rivulets run down my leg and out across my foot. It was so easy... it was getting so much easier to just wet my pants. "Good girl," Mistress cooed at me as she felt me up, squeezed my pissy wet bottom. "That's my adorable little piss-pants elf."
Just like yesterday, I started my morning with an accident, and a ravishing, passionate, intense session of intercourse. Later that day, Mistress blessed me with the sight of her wetting her pants two more times, and she even put me in diapers. We could hardly keep our hands off each other- whatever had happened last night, it was as if some kind of wall was broken down between us. I don't know if she forgave me for my crimes, or if she had just forgotten about them, but I felt for the first time that I was more than just her slave, I was her girlfriend.
I realized that day, that I wanted to spend the rest of my long, long life, with her. |
Been a while since I've posted, but here's another commissioned story by @Infecteddeer12! This one stars Rem from Re:Zero, and is a pretty standard desperation fic! Enjoy the story!
Rem's Desperate Morning
Rem awoke to the first signs of dawn filtering in through her bedroom window. The golden light of sunrise filled her room and she stirred, groaning as sleep still clouded her mind. She rolled over away from the light, hoping to get a few more precious moments of rest. Unfortunately, a pressure in her abdomen nagged her and forced her awake. As she rose, Rem placed a hand on her bladder. Her need wasn’t urgent, but it was just full enough to be uncomfortable, and she doubted she’d be able to get any more sleep like this. Getting up and changing out of her nightgown into her maid uniform, Rem prepared to start her day, stepping out of her bedroom and heading straight for the bathroom down the hall.
On her way there, Rem passed by Subaru’s room, and she couldn’t help but pause and sneak a peek at the sleeping boy. She silently slipped into his bedroom and made her way over to his bedside. His peaceful expression soothed her, and she allowed herself a soft smile. She considered staying by his side to wake him up, or even to hold his hand and stroke his hair in his sleep, but her bodily urges tugged her away from that idea. Rem allowed herself one final glance at Subaru before reluctantly pulling herself away, turning to head to the door.
Before she could leave, however, Subaru bolted upright with a loud gasp, looking around wide-eyed as though he had just woken up from a nightmare. The witch’s stench clung to him strongly, and his breaths were ragged.
Rem turned around, and Subaru glanced her way, before a wave of relief washed over his face and tears started pooling in the corners of his eyes.
“R-Rem!”
“Were you having a nightmare?” Rem asked, ignoring her body’s needs and heading back over to Subaru. He immediately clung onto her and she smiled, stroking his hair gently to calm him down. Even though he’d been sleeping peacefully before, his hair was now sleek with sweat.
“S-something like that… this time, though…” Subaru trailed off without finishing his thought. It sounded like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud.
Once he had seemingly calmed down, Rem released him and made her way towards the door. Before she could leave, however, Subaru called out to her.
“Rem! Before you go, I had something I needed to say,” Subaru looked at him with a serious expression, “I… I think the mansion’s going to get attacked today. Roswaal’s supposed to be gone until tomorrow, which means it’s a good opportunity for someone to attack. I honestly think it’d be best if you stayed inside today. You don’t have to tend the gardens, do you?”
“No, I took care of that yesterday,” Rem nodded, “Today, in addition to cooking, we’re cleaning the rooms. Nee-sama and I were going to split the duties up by floor.”
“Okay,” Subaru nodded, “If anything happens, I’ll let you know right away. Just... be on your guard. I have a bad feeling about today.”
Rem nodded. It seemed like an odd request, but she trusted Subaru’s intuition. He had a tendency to be right about these sorts of things more often than not. Besides, with Roswaal gone, they were more vulnerable. Subaru was right that it would be the perfect time to attack.
Rem nodded and exited Subaru’s bedroom, feeling her bladder nag her again about its fullness. She continued down the hallway towards the bathroom, but before she could reach it, she spotted her twin sister Ram disappear behind its door.
Rem stopped in place and shuffled a bit. She had taken up too much time, and now Ram was up. Ram had a tendency to hog the bathroom in the mornings, so Rem always made sure she was up before her sister so she could go first. Now that Ram was in the bathroom, she would likely take a while, so Rem weighed her options. Roswaal’s mansion had no shortage of restrooms for guests and occupants alike, so if Rem really wanted to, she could always just use one of the many other bathrooms in the mansion. However, she really didn’t have to go too bad right now and if Ram was already up, it definitely meant it was past time for her to start on the multitude of housework for the day. She could make breakfast and then head to the bathroom before starting her cleaning duties.
Ignoring her bladder’s protests, Rem headed to the staircase down to the first floor and descended, slipping past the main hall into the dining hall, then into the kitchen. She began work on breakfast. Subaru and Emilia had a tendency to prefer lighter breakfasts, while her and her sister’s demon bodies typically required more meat and heavier starches. Roswaal liked extravagant breakfasts with exotic ingredients, but he was not in the mansion today, so Rem could keep things simple.
She started by working on a pot of steamed rice. Subaru seemed to prefer it over bread or potatoes, especially for breakfast, so Rem was more than happy to oblige. She then retrieved various ingredients from the ice box, taking care to refill the lower ice drawer with a quick ice spell. She then headed over to the counter to begin chopping and slicing the various ingredients for the meal.
As Rem worked, she shuffled her legs as her full bladder once again reminded her she had yet to relieve herself that morning. With some discomfort, she rubbed her thighs together and pushed the feeling to the back of her mind. It wasn’t quite urgent yet, but she was definitely more full than she had been earlier. If only she had managed to get to the bathroom a few seconds earlier, then she could’ve gone before starting breakfast.
She was halfway done with the prepwork for the meal when Ram walked into the kitchen and gave her a small smile.
“Good morning, Rem,” Ram spoke in her usual, subdued tone, “Need my help?”
Rem nodded, “You can help me cut up the vegetables. I’ll work on peeling the potatoes.”
Rem shuffled over and Ram grabbed a cutting board and some cabbage, getting to work chopping. It was a little more uneven than how Rem would have done it, but once it was cooked it would be hard to tell either way.
Rem herself got to work peeling the potatoes with a knife, her deft, delicate hands working with finesse as she coaxed them out of their brown skin. She concentrated on her task until her bladder sent her a signal of uncomfortable fullness, causing her to lose concentration and prick her finger with the tip of the knife. She let out a small gasp and Ram looked over at her, looking on in concern.
“That’s not like you, Rem,” she spoke, her tone more gentle and worried than earlier, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine!” Rem nodded, trying to fight the slight tinge of pink that was creeping up on her cheeks. There was no way she could tell Ram she lost concentration because she had to pee, and there was absolutely no way she could say that it was because she chose to visit Subaru rather than the bathroom after she woke up.
Rem shuffled slightly, trying to make it look like she was just adjusting her weight, and grabbed some small cloth bandages they kept in the kitchen for this very reason. She wrapped her finger quickly and was back to peeling in no time.
Soon, the sounds of frying and simmering filled the kitchen as breakfast was being prepared, and as Rem watched over the cooking food, she allowed herself to rub her thighs together and shift her weight from foot to foot, playing it off as a dance as she hummed some tune or another.
Once the food was ready, Rem plated it up as Ram grabbed plates and cutlery and began setting the table. Soon, a full breakfast spread was scattered across one end of the dining table, and as if on cue, Subaru and Emilia both entered the dining hall.
“Good morning, Ram, Rem!” Emilia smiled, nodding to the both of them in turn.
Subaru nodded, “Mornin’ you two!”
Rem smiled. He definitely seemed a lot more cheery and less distraught than he did this morning. Still, his warning from before was still in the back of her mind, and she couldn’t help but feel on edge. Rem wondered if Subaru would bring it up at breakfast.
As they ate, it seemed like the topic wouldn’t come up, with Subaru merely talking idly, mostly with Emilia. However, as they got to the bottom of their plates, his face grew serious again, and eventually…
“Roswaal’s not here again today, so I wanted to ask, do you think it would be possible for the mansion to get attacked?”
“Huh?” Emilia looked at him in confusion, “Why would you think that?”
Subaru crossed his arms, as if he was caught off-guard and not sure what to say. Finally he settled on, “Well, I was just thinking. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we were attacked by a shaman the last time Roswaal went out. Also there’s that Royal Selection thing you guys keep talking about. Doesn’t that make Emilia a target? But, even beyond that, we did cause quite a scene in the woods and slayed a lot of mabeasts. I just thought it might have gotten the attention of someone who might have nefarious goals.”
“That’s a bit of a paranoid mindset…” Emilia replied awkwardly.
“I-I think it’s something we should be concerned about,” Rem spoke up.
“I agree with Rem,” Ram agreed, nodding, “If anything, it doesn’t hurt to be too careful, and we’re especially vulnerable right now since we were just attacked. I’m still recovering from mana depletion, and Barasu can’t do much on his own, meaning Rem’s probably the strongest one here.”
Emilia nodded, “I guess we are at a greater risk than normal, when you put it like that.”
“Well, I think the solution is obvious. Barasu. Switch roles with me.”
“Huh?” Subaru asked, pointing at himself with a blank look on his face.
“I’ll patrol around the mansion. My clairvoyance will allow me to better sense threats coming our way. I was supposed to help Rem clean the mansion today, so you’ll have to do that in my place,” Ram replied.
Subaru nodded, “Alright. Let us know if you spot anything.”
“If you need any help, don’t forget that I can fight too!” Emilia offered.
The four agreed and Emilia and Ram headed off, Emilia back to her room and Ram to prepare for her patrol. That left Subaru and Rem behind to clean up the dishes from their meal. The conversation had grown serious while they were talking, but the second Rem stood up to start, her bladder once again made itself known. A wave of pressure reminded her of its fullness, and she paused to rub her knees together.
“Rem, are you okay?” Subaru asked, noticing her reaction.
Rem blushed. She wasn’t about to tell Subaru that she had to pee.
“I-I’m fine,” Rem reassured him, “Let’s get this cleaned up.”
Rem hurried into the kitchen with half the dishes and cutlery as Subaru carried the other half. She made her way over to the sink and began washing, trying to maintain composure as the sound of running water only worsened her need. Trying to be subtle, she pressed her thighs together. The faster she cleaned the dishes, the sooner she could slip off to the bathroom.
As the two worked to wash the dishes, Rem’s urge only worsened. The water on her hands made her shuffle in place as she tried to avoid doing anything to tip Subaru off to her need to pee. Having not been able to go that morning, a full night’s worth of pee was sloshing around in her bladder, only made worse by the tea that she drank during breakfast. By the time they were done with the dishes, Rem was definitely desperate. It wasn’t the worst she ever had to endure, but she was ready to beeline it to the bathroom as soon as possible.
“Okay! We’re done! What’s next, Rem?” Subaru asked, cheering enthusiastically as they completed the first of many tasks.
“Well, me and Nee-sama were going to split up the mansion by floors. I was going to start here on the base floor and we would go from there. Would you be fine cleaning on your own?”
“Yes, but… uh…” Subaru scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I’m still not totally familiar with the layout of the mansion yet. I’ve been mostly shadowing you and Ram, so I don’t remember where the cleaning supplies are on the second floor…”
“T-that’s okay, I can show you where it is,” Rem nodded, “Follow me.”
I keep getting held up... I just want to pee...
Rem wasn’t mad at Subaru, but she was really hoping that they could split up and she could head to the bathroom before they started cleaning. As she climbed the stairs up to the second floor, her bladder sent a wave of desperation through her, and she struggled to maintain her composure while fighting back against her body. She hoped Subaru didn’t notice as her movements grew stiff and she rubbed her thighs together with each step. Once they were at the top of the staircase, Rem paused for a brief moment to recover. She only had a second, though, or else Subaru might get suspicious that something was wrong.
“The supply closet is just over here,” Rem pointed out, heading over to a door tucked away next to one of the second floor bathrooms. Rem cursed the situation. She was right there in front of relief, but even though she wanted nothing more than to slip in immediately and relieve herself, she had to save face in front of Subaru.
“Okay, thank you!” Subaru nodded, “Leave the second floor to me. Also, let me know if you see or hear anything suspicious.”
Rem nodded, “Will do.”
Rem turned to head back down the stairs as Subaru slipped into the supply closet. Now that she was alone, she allowed herself to squirm openly as she mustered up the control over her bladder she’d need to make it down the stairs. With some difficulty she managed, but each step felt like a jolt directly to her full bladder, and by the time Rem got to the bottom, she was considering dropping all pretenses and making a mad dash to the bathroom. Instead, the maid continued on normally, walking calmly towards the bathroom.
Before she could get there, however, a jolt and the sound of shattering glass startled her and she nearly let out a leak. Rem looked around, trying to see if anyone was there, but it seemed all that had happened was one of the decorative plants had fallen off its stand and the pot had shattered. Rem headed over to it immediately and inspected the damage. It was a decorative berry plant that was quite rare. The berries were filled with a dark blue juice that could be used medicinally. Unfortunately, it also stained very easily, and as some of the crushed berries began to leak juice into the expensive carpet beneath them, Rem frowned.
I have to clean this up fast before it stains. The bathroom will have to wait.
Once again being forced to put off a trip to the bathroom, Rem walked quickly towards the supply closet for the first floor and quickly grabbed a broom, a dustpan, and a bucket. She placed the bucket in the large sink and began filling it. The sound of rushing water hit her and she buckled, shoving her hands between her legs as she rubbed her knees together desperately. She was alone, so she danced desperately as she stood there waiting for the bucket to fill.
Once it was full enough, she grabbed a scrub brush and some soap and quickly headed back to the fallen plant. She cleaned up the bulk of it with the dustpan, taking care not to get any more of the juice on the carpet, before bending down to clean the rest. The act of bending over nearly made her lose it, and she couldn’t help but jam her heel into her crotch as she got to work. She plunged her hand into the warm water and let out a desperate gasp. The sensation alone temporarily overcame her control and she let out a brief leak into her panties. She wriggled in place and squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back against the desperation, before starting to scrub up the juice and remaining dirt stains on the carpet.
She tried to work quickly, but even with her fast response, the berry juice was stubborn. Rem was initially worried it had left a permanent stain, but with each pass of the brush, the dark spots on the carpet were fading. As she cleaned, however, her desperation only worsened. Each time she dipped the brush back into the bucket, the sloshing sound brought her full bladder to the forefront of her mind. The warm water on her hands did very little to help, and Rem soon found herself worried that she’d have to clean up more than berry stains if this kept up.
Eventually, Rem managed to get the stains out, leaving only a slightly darker spot where the carpet was still wet. It would dry in time and return to normal. Satisfied with her work, and eager to get to the bathroom, Rem stood up. The act of doing so nearly made her leak again, and she was forced to double over and grab herself out in the open just to fight back the flood. She rubbed her abdomen with her free hand, feeling her bladder bulging out slightly even through her maid outfit. The outfit’s tight waistband and the apron tied around it definitely didn’t help matters.
Once she regained control, she hurried back to the supply closet to throw away the remnants of the plant and wash out the brush before the remnants of the berry juice stained its bristles. She started by dumping out the water bucket, the sound of which sent another strong wave of desperation crashing through her. Rem bent over the sink and crossed her legs, fighting back another leak. She took a moment to regain her composure before rinsing off the brush. More running water, and the feeling of it running over her hands as she held the brush under the stream. Rem shuffled in place as she tried to think about dry thoughts to counteract her desperation, but all she could think about was how badly she needed to pee.
Finally, she was done, and Rem gave herself one last squeeze before heading out, eager to finally seek out a bathroom for much-needed relief.
I have to pee! I can’t put it off any longer!
Rem shuffled to the bathroom, thinking about how good it would feel to bunch up her skirt and petticoat, pull down her panties, and finally let loose into the toilet. She could see the door in sight, and as she eagerly reached out to grab the handle-
“Rem!”
The shout nearly made Rem lose control then and there, but she somehow managed to hold on as she turned towards the sound of the voice. Subaru was running towards her with the sleeve of his outfit torn and a couple of gashes on his arm, as well as a scratch on his face. It was clear he’d been attacked. Rem immediately dropped into a defensive stance, looking around to try to find what attacked him.
“Subaru, are you okay? Who did this to you?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Subaru nodded, “Also, I don’t know. There was some kind of magical trap set up in one of the rooms I was cleaning. As soon as I opened the door, it went off.”
“T-then that means the enemy’s already inside the mansion,” Rem realized.
“Yeah, we should go warn Emilia!”
Rem nodded and the two ran upstairs. As they climbed, Rem’s desperation, which she had temporarily forgotten, hit her again at full force and she let out another leak. She was forced to stop and grab herself to regain control, blushing uncontrollably as she worried about Subaru noticing. Luckily, he was in front of her and running up the stairs at full speed, so he didn’t notice. Rem recovered quickly and followed behind him, grateful he hadn’t seen her desperate display. Still, this was a bad situation. If they were truly under attack, Rem wouldn’t get an opportunity to pee, and worse still, she might be forced to fight on a full bladder. She tried to push the thought of completely wetting herself mid-combat in front of Subaru out of her mind.
They got up to Emilia’s room and found her reading a book of some kind. The second she saw Subaru, her eyes filled with worry and she jumped to her feet.
“Subaru, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Subaru shrugged off, though his cuts were bleeding and soaking into his torn sleeve, undermining his dismissal, “More importantly, we think someone’s infiltrated the mansion and set up traps in some of the rooms. That’s what happened to me. They might still be in the mansion, too.”
“So, we were attacked after all,” Emilia frowned, “What should we do?”
Subaru thought, placing a hand on his chin, “Well, I was thinking we could go ask Beako if she could do anything about the traps, or track down the infiltrator. Also, we should let Ram know that the attacker is somehow already in the mansion.”
“Okay,” Emilia nodded, “I’ll go get Beatrice and let her know about the traps. I won’t go into any other rooms, and I should be safe with Puck with me. You two go find Ram and let her know what’s happening. We can regroup in the main hall and figure out what to do from there.”
Subaru nodded and turned to Rem, “Let’s go!”
“R-right!”
While the two had talked, Rem was standing there, fighting back against her urge to grab herself even as her swollen bladder continued to fill and send waves of desperation through her. Under her skirt, she was shuffling and pressing her thighs together, trying not to let her outward composure betray how badly she needed to pee.
Emilia left the room and Subaru immediately started rushing out, “Alright, let’s go get Ram!”
Rem reached out and grabbed his good arm, “Before that, we need to bandage your arm up. Come with me.”
Rem led Subaru down the stairs to the first floor, hoping her awkward gait wasn’t too noticeable as she held back the ocean of pee inside of her. She brought Subaru to a room and opened the door hesitantly, ready to jump back in case any traps were triggered. Once she was sure it was safe, she led Subaru into the room. It was a small guest bedroom that was clearly set up as some kind of makeshift infirmary, with a bed with a large bedside table and multiple chairs for people to sit, as well as a wash basin and a cabinet with some medicine.
“I know I’m injured, but shouldn’t we prioritize warning Ram about the infiltrator?” Subaru asked.
“If the attacker’s setting up traps instead of fighting directly, they aren’t going to go after someone who’s just guarding the mansion, especially if they’ve already gotten in,” Rem answered, “Besides, you’re bleeding a lot. I’ll go grab the bandages. They’re in the closet next to this room. Please wait here.”
Rem’s explanation was true. She didn’t think that Ram would get attacked, and she was concerned about Subaru. However, she had an ulterior motive for bringing Subaru here.
I’ll run across the hall and use the bathroom before grabbing the bandages. I won’t be able to fight or protect Subaru if I’m this desperate, I need to go now!
Rem hurriedly reached out to the doorknob, but suddenly a magic circle appeared around it. Runes appeared around the whole room, spreading out from the doorknob to the wall on the opposite end. The surprise made Rem leak again, especially since she was already anticipating finally getting relief.
“H-huh?” Subaru looked around.
Rem feared the worse, but just to confirm, she reached out to the door again. A barrier appeared, preventing her from even touching the doorknob. She then summoned her spiked flail, immediately striking out against the wall, but with blue sparks it was stopped and rebounded by the barrier as well.
“W-we’ve been sealed in, it must be another trap,” Rem concluded.
Subaru jumped up, “Wait, this is bad, right? We’re basically cut off from the others!”
“Beatrice should be able to track us down,” Rem replied, “But that might take a while.”
As Rem spoke it, the reality of the situation sunk in. She was sealed in the room with Subaru, her full bladder desperately screaming at her for release. She could no longer slip off to the bathroom like this, and she didn’t know how long they’d be trapped here for.
This is bad! I really have to pee! I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it until we’re rescued… but that would mean… in front of Subaru…
Rem’s heart raced at the possibility of wetting herself in front of Subaru and blushed. Shoving that thought to the back of her mind, she rubbed her thighs together and turned back around to Subaru. She had also come here to bandage him up, so maybe tending to his wounds would help distract her from her desperation.
“I’m going to see if there are any spare bandages left in here, since I can’t grab the ones in the storage closet,” Rem replied.
Subaru nodded and Rem made her way over to the cabinet. She opened the large door and bent down to rummage through it. Bending down put a lot of pressure on her swollen bladder, but luckily the cabinet door opened outward towards Subaru. Using the limited privacy that provided, Rem shuffled around desperately and grabbed herself with one hand as she searched with the other. She also reached back and loosened the knot on her apron. It wasn’t much, but the small amount of pressure that relieved was heavenly given how desperate she was.
Luckily, there were some spare bandages in the supply cabinet, buried with herbs and medicine. Rem also grabbed a clean cloth and an ointment that would both sanitize the cuts and promote healing. Having everything she needed, she reluctantly removed her hand from between her legs and brought the supplies over to Subaru.
“I’m going to need you to remove your jacket,” Rem asked. Subaru nodded, slipping it off and exposing his bare arm. The cuts were large, but only one was deep. Rem focused on that one first, cleaning the cut with the cloth she had found. She then applied the ointment to the other side of the rag, “This might sting a little.”
As she applied the ointment over his cut, a wave of desperation washed over her and she bent forwards, pressing her thighs together and wincing as she fought back against another leak. Her panties were already damp from her leaks from earlier, and the wet fabric was constantly rubbing uncomfortably against her crotch. She regained composure and straightened herself up, worried Subaru had noticed her desperation, but he was grimacing with his eyes shut from the pain of the ointment cleansing his cut.
She cleaned and applied the ointment to his other cuts quickly before reaching down to grab the bandages. As she worked, her bladder screamed at her, and she couldn’t help but squirm and wriggle around as the pressure mounted. She hoped her breathing wasn’t too labored as she struggled against her urgent need. Before she knew it, the cuts on Subaru’s arm had been completely dressed. She then quickly cleaned the small cut on his cheek and placed a small bandage over it as well.
“T-there you go,” Rem nodded, stuttering as another strong wave of desperation hit her. Unable to do anything to fight back, she felt a warm spurt escape into her panties, soaking them further. She was sure they couldn’t absorb any more, so she couldn’t afford any more leaks. Despite that, she was still desperately struggling to keep her desperation a secret from Subaru.
“Thanks, Rem,” Subaru smiled, looking down at his bandaged arm.
Rem hurriedly shuffled over to the cabinet, under the pretense of putting away the supplies, and the second she was knelt down behind the cabinet door, both of her hands were jammed between her legs.
Th-this is bad! I have to pee so bad! At this rate, I won’t be able to hold it!
She reached out with one hand and slowly put away the supplies, savoring every second she could keep her hand jammed between her legs, fingers pressing the fabric of her skirt and her panties up against her aching pee hole. However, there was only so long she could remain behind the cabinet door without looking suspicious or awkward, so once the last of the supplies were away, she reluctantly pulled her hand away and squeezed her thighs together. She steeled herself as she stood up, closing the cabinet and taking a seat next to the bed by Subaru. Now that he was patched up, Subaru himself was furrowing his brow with a hand on his chin, deep in thought, likely about the attack.
“I wonder why they’re attacking from inside now?” Subaru spoke, though Rem got the impression he was more thinking out loud, “Was it because they saw Ram patrolling? Maybe we tipped them off that we were more on guard, so now they’re being more cautious…”
With Subaru deep in focused thought, Rem was able to get away with a bit more squirming and struggling than she might have otherwise. She rubbed her thighs together as her knees bounced up and down, leaning forwards stiffly in the chair. She thought sitting down would help with her desperation, but now all she could think about was sitting down on a toilet and finally letting all her pee rush out of her.
One seriously strong wave hit her and Rem doubled over in her seat. A longer spurt escaped from her overtaxed bladder, hot pee soaking through her panties and into her petticoat. Luckily she didn’t think it was enough to soak through and show on her skirt, but she was forced to jam both hands between her legs just to regain control. She scissored her legs back and forth and then squeezed her thighs shut, trying to clamp down and prevent any more pee from escaping. She managed to prevent any more leaks, but Rem’s desperation had reached its peak. She was very quickly approaching her limit.
Worse still, her desperate act had snapped Subaru out of his concentration, and he was now staring directly at her, a concerned look on his face. Rem met his eyes and her face turned three shades of red.
“R-Rem, are you okay? D-don’t tell me you need to…” Subaru trailed off, but it was clear he knew. Even if he hadn’t realized it, Rem couldn’t sit still. She was trembling and squirming in place as she pressed her legs together, both hands still firmly jammed against her crotch.
“I… I got caught up and I haven’t been able to go all morning,” Rem admitted sheepishly, somehow managing to blush even deeper.
“I-is there any way out of this room? Do you think we can break the barrier?” Subaru asked.
“It’s… it’s a trap designed to repel any a-attack from within. If we try to overpower it, it’ll just ricochet. We’re more l-likely to hurt ourselves than damage it,” Rem explained, stuttering as she was wracked by desperation.
“So we’re really stuck here until we’re found,” Subaru frowned, crossing his arms. He then looked around, and spotted the wash basin in the corner of the room, “Oh hey, you can use that, right?”
Rather than just her face, Rem’s entire body lit up like a christmas tree. As desperate as she was, she would be mortified of the idea of peeing into a wash basin instead of a toilet. Worse still, she would have no privacy with Subaru there in the room.
“hT-th-th-th-there’s no way I can do that...” Rem blushed even deeper. Even as she squirmed and shuffled in her seat, on the verge of wetting herself, there was no way she could bring herself to do that, “I-I’ll be fine, Subaru! The others will probably notice we’re gone and come looking for us soon. I just need to hold it until then.
Rem said that, but as she sat there, holding herself, her already insane desperation somehow grew worse. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, and every time Subaru looked over at her with a concerned gaze, Rem felt her heart skip a beat. Waves of desperation wracked her body, and no matter what position she sat in on the chair, she could feel her swollen bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen.
A particularly strong wave hit her, and before she could brace herself, she let out another spurt into her panties. She managed to keep it under control, but only a second later, another wave struck and she leaked yet again. She was at her limit.
“I… I can’t hold it anymore,” Rem admitted, bolting upright. She felt the blood rush to her face yet again as she turned to Subaru, “T-turn around… plug your ears… p-please, don’t peak!”
“R-right!” Subaru nodded, a slight blush creeping up on his face as well. He did as instructed, turning to face the wall and plugging both of his ears with his fingers.
Rem rushed over to the wash basin and squatted over it, hiking the fabric of both her skirt and her petticoat and bunching it up to pull it out of the way. She then reached up and slipped off her panties, squatting over the wash basin ready to let loose the flood she’d been holding back this whole time.
Before she could relax her taxed muscles, however, suddenly the runes and lines of the barrier trapping them appeared and turned red before shattering around them. Immediately after, the doorknob juggled and Rem shot upright, pulling her panties back up as she fixed her skirt. She let out another long spurt into her panties from the action, and she could now feel warm urine soaking through her panties and running down the inside of her thigh.
The door opened and Beatrice, along with Emilia and Ram, entered.
“There you guys were,” Emilia smiled, “We were waiting out in the main hall, and when Ram returned without you guys, we figured something must’ve happened.”
“It didn’t take long to find you, I suppose,” Beatrice replied, then sighed, “What a sloppy barrier.”
Before anyone could say anything else, Rem bolted past everyone, rushing out the door with both hands jammed between her legs. She was dribbling non-stop now, with small rivulettes of pee slowly running down her legs, but she didn’t care. The bathroom was right across the hall. Somehow, she had made it.
She rushed over to the door and grabbed the handle, but then Beatrice called out to her.
“Wait! That one’s trapped!”
Rem had only a moment to register before the trap went off. Sharp, jagged rocks shot out at her, and she jumped back to dodge. The rocks flew past her and Beatrice put up a magic barrier of her own which the rocks struck uselessly and disintegrated. Rem landed and the jolt to her bladder made her lose her footing, sending her tumbling to the ground.
“A-ah!”
Rem quickly tried to stand back up to bolt to the bathroom, but it was too little too late. Her dam finally burst, sending the hot pee she had been holding back this whole time gushing out of her. In her kneeling position, she could feel the spray hitting the back of her legs as it soaked into her skirt, petticoat, and socks. Pee pooled underneath her before soaking into the heavy carpet, leaving a dark stain that grew as her puddle spread out around her.
Her breaths were ragged as her whole body quivered in relief. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she realized what she had done, but the mortification took second-place to the sheer amount of relief she was feeling. Her overtaxed bladder ached in her abdomen as she emptied its contents onto the floor beneath her. She couldn’t help but let out a relieved gasp as the pressure slowly subsided. She could feel the bulge pressing out against her waistband slowly shrinking as she continued to pee, and by the time her stream slowed to a trickle, she was left basking in the blissful release.
Once she was done, however, that feeling soon turned to mortification as she looked up and realized that everyone had seen her wet herself. Emilia was looking down at her apologetically, Ram cast her a sympathetic gaze, and Beatrice remained expressionless as she looked at her. Rem hesitantly looked for Subaru, dreading the disgusted look she might find in his eyes, but she soon realized that he hadn’t yet left the room. He began to poke his head out, but realizing the situation, Ram rushed over and slammed the door in his face.
“There’s been an incident, Barasu,” Ram replied, “Stay in there until we’re done.”
She then headed over to Rem, patting her on the head and comforting her, “You were trapped in that room for a while, it’s understandable. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“N-N-Nee-sama,” Rem looked up, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Everyone else nodded, and as Ram helped up her sister, she pulled her into a hug and rubbed Rem’s back and shoulders.
“Sorry, it’s my fault too, isn’t it? I saw you heading to the bathroom when I got there this morning, but I went in selfishly instead of letting you go first.”
“No, it’s my fault too… I put it off for too long,” Rem admitted.
“You couldn’t help it, with the situation going on,” Ram replied, “Once we take care of the mess here, let’s find whoever dared infiltrate Roswaal-sama’s mansion and make them pay.”
Rem nodded, and even though she was still embarrassed by what had happened, she couldn’t help but feel comforted by the fact that Ram was there with her, and that Subaru hadn’t seen her wet herself.
The End |
Preface: Hello all, I making another attempt at writing a thing, all C&C welcome. Beware, if the story continues some messing may start cropping up, and other, stranger things.
Chapter 1
On the Morning of October the 28th, along the barren, cold cliffside of the De Laarg Barony, Yolanda walked her way to her new job, along a rugged track that very few people had the pleasure of traversing. Most of the Barony’s coast was reserved for De Laarg Manor, with very few permissions given for others to travel near, or even see the Barony’s northern coast. Waves lapped against the base of the cliff, many meters down, accompanying Yolanda’s footsteps on the hard stone path. Yolanda had been accepted to work as a servant in De Laarg’s manor. Each footstep she made along the path was with apprehension, as she had heard some very strange rumours about what happens within, but rumours just follow secrets wherever they go, compounded, no doubt by the fact that the De Laarg family was one of the most powerful, and influential families on the continent. Part of the reason Yolanda went for the job was she HAD to know just what went on in there.
Yolanda saw the manor come into view, the thing was massive, four or five floors with peaked roofs, battlements and banners all over the place, the manor, with its grounds and secondary buildings included was probably the size of your average fiefdom and probably employed as many people. Only the De Laargs could afford something as obscene, and so far away from any other settlement. Several hundred meters back along the cliffside from the manor was the manor’s security fence, guard towers dotted along it, and guards intermittently patrolling it with dogs, and other stranger creatures Yolanda had never seen before, they were like dogs, but with more legs, more snout, and more nostrils. Probably something that the family picked up on one of their expeditions to the new world.
Two guards stood by the entry gate, each one covered in the heraldry of the De Laarg family, an intricate white compass on red, on the top left and bottom right, and on alternate corners, the sigil of the Ulven Mystics. As Yolanda closed in on the gate, the two men standing guard crossed their halberds, preventing entry. “Do you have a reason to enter the Manor Grounds?” one said.
Getting right to the point, Yolanda thought, ruffling through her bag, for the appropriate letters. “here,” she said, handing them to the guard with the fancier plumage on his helmet, assuming he was the one in charge.
He forcibly grabbed the letters, tore them open, said, “sure,” and unlocked the rather foreboding gate, that Yolanda now noticed had the Mystics symbol wrought into it, and passed back the now damaged letters. As she walked through the well-kept garden of local plants and new world plants, separated by lovely, intricate stone-paved walkways interspersed with gazebos, fountains, and statues of famous family members, Yolanda thought that this place looked radiant, and couldn’t help but let out a small smile. She caught a whiff of a bunch of strange new smells, some, of course, were the plants, but she’d never come across a plant that smells like death before, even in all her time in the Trader’s Guild, so she wondered if it was those foul creatures some of the guards had on patrol.
The main doors of the manor had another two well equipped guards standing by them, and like the gate, each side of the mighty wooden double door had the Compass symbol from the family livery burned into it. Much like at the gate, a pair of halberds blocked her path, “Are we expecting you?”
“Well,” Yolanda stammered out, “I’m the new servant. So you could be” she handed the guards the damaged letters.
The one on the left took the damaged parchments, and chuckled, “I see Brontis is on the gate today.” He gave Yolanda back the letters and hit the door twice.
As the sound of a dozen different locks unlocking came from the door, Yolanda’s excitement rose, she was about to enter an exclusive group of people to see inside De Laarg Manor.
Standing in the way of the view indoor was a tall, old, strange man wearing a tatty, ratty version of an Explorer’s outfit, complete with morion helm, and amulets to Shahar around his neck, this man lacked a leg, and several fingers, but he made up for that lack in copious amounts of head hair, facial hair, and chest hair, and Yolanda assumed other types of hair as well. “Ah, Yolanda, welcome, Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ruis Raoul Trinidad Sao Marcos de Filipe. But you can call me Ruis, or Boss. I am the master of the help, and an old friend of the De Laarg family.” With a smile and a half bow, Ruis let her step through the doors. The main entryway was gigantic, with several mezzanine floors wrapping around the walls, the floors covered in complex rugs bought far away, and the walls were adorned with display cases filled with weapons and ornaments from this continent, the new world, and other far off strange places, from the truly ancient, like bronze tipped spears, to the horrifically modern, like arquebuses and rapiers, and some sort of multi-barrel pistol with moving parts. Gigantic renditions of the De Laarg heraldry and religious iconography hung freely from the ceiling were slightly caught by the wind from the doors opening. “Follow me.” he said and set off with a ‘tak, clomp, tak clomp,’ to compliment Yolanda’s normal footsteps. “Nothing special here, just famous implements from great members of the De Laarg family, and other such. I won’t give you the history, as you’ll have plenty of time cleaning the hall later to read all the plaques. First I’ll take you to your quarters to deposit your stuff, and collect your uniform.”
Tak, clump, tak clump, tak clump.
“That’s a good place to start, uniforms. There’s three.”
Yolanda took out her mental notebook and began to focus, hard.
“Two you choose between, so long as you maintain your status as a servant”
“Maintain my status?”
Tak clump, tak clump.
Continuing as if he hadn’t heard her, “First is the same pseudo-militaristic blue and grey tailcoat and leggings with spats and sash optional. Generally used for service at fancy dinners and the like but you can choose to wear it on normal duties, second is a black and white short dress with hosiery and high heels. That one was chosen by Lady Amaryllis.”
“Now,” Yolanda cut in, “what’s this about changing status?”
Tak clump, tak clump.
“Ah, yes. Amaryllis is big on rules and big on punishment. If, as a servant, you break a rule, your punishment is being downgraded to slave for an appropriate time, and the slave uniform is just cotton leggings and tunic. As a slave, you cannot move, breath, sleep or eat without the explicit permission of Amaryllis, or someone who acts in Amaryllis' stead. Normally we just find a stern servant to do the job, but you will be expected to continue your duties, of course breaking these rules as a slave extends your time as one, oh, and, your steadings will be in the stable, and all free time will be suspended until you get back to servant again.”
Yolanda’s noggin was joggin’ listening to this. She was beginning to worry about what sort of kooky world she was entering by taking this job. To the point where she was only half-listening to Ruis’ explanations of other basics about the job.
By this point, the two had climbed several staircases, gone down others, and looped and winded through several corridors, most of which were as well adorned as the great entry hall. Yolanda was worried she’d never find her way out again.
“Ah,” Ruis said, “I think we’re about to see an example of a slave, poor Strumpet, never stays a servant for long.”
The implications dripping from Ruis’ sentence, and the way he said it there made Yolanda’s anxiety act up. This may not be the relax-and-regroup job she thought it would be.
The two happened upon a woman in the black and white dress uniform of a servant leaning on a wall, disinterested in the situation, and a woman in the all grey slave uniform, working on cleaning a display case containing a gilded dagger some claim to be Elven in origin, scholars on the topic, however, remain divided, as Elves are presumed to be mere myth, this, however, does not stop archaeologists and explorers from finding strange inhuman artefacts.
Ruis smiled, “Perfect introduction to the system.” Ruis and Yolanda stopped to face the pair, “Hail, Strumpet, Ignacia.”
“Hello Bossman,” Ignatia said, “Is this our new servant?”
“This Yolanda of Everhill” Ruis began, She is the new general maid.”
Ignatia smiled. “This will be a perfect demonstration for her. Bartholomea here got three weeks as a slave for attempting to sneak into the sublevels. This is her last day.”
Ruis stated, “only carefully selected for, and vetted help are allowed down there, and only on a job, and with me, or a family member present.”
Yolanda nervously laughed, “sounds serious.” her curiosity and her anxiety both acted up.
At this point, Yolanda noticed an odd stiffness in the way Strumpet was standing. She wasn’t doing a particularly fantastic job cleaning the case either. She seemed preoccupied.
Ignacia sighed. “Bartholomea, you’re never going to get the case clean if you clean it like that.”
“Sorry ma’am, but I badly need to use a chamber pot,” Bartolomea responded.
“Remember what I said about that?” Ignatia said.
Strumpet, apparently really called Bartholomea, responded. “ that while I am your slave, my pants are my chamber pot, ma’am.” as her hand shot to her crotch, and she started wiggling and bouncing.
“You’re the only one who turns this into a drama Barthie, most slaves I have just accept it and pee themselves whenever they need to, you’re the only one who even attempts to hold it.” Ignacia said.
Yolanda shot a terrified glare to Ruis, he met it with a calm smile and said, “if you don’t want to be put in this situation, all you have to do is follow the rules.”
Yolanda didn’t know what to say, what to think, or how to think it anymore. She became very aware of her heart beating in her chest, she started shaking. An entire extended family of butterflies made a home in her stomach. She couldn’t imagine being forced to ruin her pants in front of someone else. (though, she has peed herself in front of people before, but that incident was her own stupid fault.) This was one of her worst fears, besides, of course, spectres, the undead, the standard stuff.
“Ignacia, as you can tell from her nun-like name is one of our more cruel servants when given a slave,” Ruis said.
“So this isn’t normal?” Yolanda asked, terrified.
Ignacia laughed. “The worse the punishment, the less likely we’ll get repeat offences. Not everyone embraces that idea. Humiliation is a great punishment.” Ignacia saw Yolanda’s terrified expression. “But don’t worry too much, if you don’t break the rules, I won't make you wet yourself.” She then hastily added, “and no, there aren’t many of us who go this far with our slaves.”
Bartholomea let out a whimper, “please ma’am, not in front of the new girl.” and stood bolt upright. The crotch of her grey leggings darkened as a hiss pierced the ears of all nearby. The wetness expanded across and down her legs, her hand still jammed in her crotch, squeezed her thighs hard, and an expression of effort was strewn across her face. Yolanda looked at Ignatia and Ruis’ faces, both seemed unsurprised, accepting, even happy with present events, and the surprisingly large, surprisingly yellow puddle forming around the slave’s feet.
Yolanda was impressed by how much that poor woman had been holding. She wanted to go and hug Bartholomea and tell her it was all ok, and that she had moments like that in the past, but she didn’t know if that was an acceptable interaction with a slave. |
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