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For the first time in months, the sun was still up when the end of the work day came. Emily stepped away from her computer, waiting the last few seconds to watch the screen fade to black before she turned and made her escape. Her new bag, a Christmas present, was slung over her shoulder. In her pocket was the iPhone she'd treated herself to for her birthday at the end of January. One thing that hadn't changed over the long, miserable winter, though, was Alice. Every day they'd pool together, and she remained upbeat through the dark, cold weeks.
It would have been impossible for anyone to spend that much time with Alice and not come to like her, but Emily had even found herself growing accustomed to her colleague's eccentric bathroom habits. It was practically a regular occurrence now. At least a couple of times a week, Emily would look over at the driver's seat and see a squirming, restless woman behind the wheel. It was now no more unusual than a red light or a spot of traffic.
Over time, shyness between them had all but evaporated. Alice's inhibitions were not particularly hard to push aside. Often, she'd loudly complain to Emily that she was busting, or that she regretted drinking so much at lunch. On a few occasions, there had been serious doubts about whether or not Alice would make it home. When that happened she would apologise in advance for the accident she thought she was about to have, and Emily would tell her not to worry about it. But all it ever came to was a story the next morning about how she barely got to the toilet in time, and over the winter Alice's driver's seat had just about managed to stay dry.
From the moment she saw Alice that day, though, Emily had to wonder if this time would be different. It was rare for Alice to be visibly desperate in the car, and she'd never seen the secretary look desperate before they'd even left the office. Today, though, she found Alice cross-legged and wriggling when she reached the office door. They exchanged their usual greetings and smiles on the way to the elevator, but being forced to stand still didn't suit Alice when she had to pee. She was squirming desperately like a little kid as the metal doors slid closed.
"You look absolutely bursting," Emily observed, seeing Alice's buck-legged figure writhing in a different mirror on each wall.
The girl bent over slightly. "I am!" she said, "my fault. I had way too much coke 'cause the vending machine gave me an extra bottle".
"Couldn't you have... you know... saved it for later?"
"Probably, yeah," Alice pressed the heel of her palm into the fleshy softness of her crotch, "but I'm not good at thinking ahead".
"Will you make it home?" Emily said, raising an eyebrow dubiously.
"I really don't know," admitted Alice. "I'm desperate, something has to give soon".
Soon turned out to be a few moments later. Alice jogged across the car park with Emily trailing behind, watching the way the woman's bum jiggled as she hurried to her Mini. She fumbled in her bag for the keys, bought them out and clicked to unlock. But as they climbed into the front seats, the dam broke.
Alice leant back in her seat, mouth open, eyes closed, resigned to her fate. She said nothing, but her relieved, ashamed sigh told Emily all she needed to know- her best efforts hadn't been enough. A barely-audible hissing noise filled the car.
Emily didn't know what to say in such a situation, so she kept quiet and let her friend finish in peace. Alice had her shoulders sagged, although whether this was in relief or disappointment at her failure to hold it, Emily couldn't say. She seemed to keep weeing for almost a minute. The flood filled the gap between her thighs, pooled there and finally sunk into the seat. It would need cleaning again soon.
"I'm so sorry about that," Alice said eventually, when she was done wetting herself at last.
Emily didn't really mind. "Do you at least feel better?"
Alice said that she did and offered a small smile when she turned the engine on. She liked to stay well-hydrated (one of the reasons why she always had to pee so badly on the way home), which meant Emily couldn't smell her colleague's little accident too strongly as they pulled out of the car park. The sky was starting to darken by then, streetlights flickering on. They passed dozens of people who had no way of knowing that the driver of the Mini beside them was sitting in soaked jeans. Alice laughed when Emily pointed that out to her.
A few minutes into the drive, Emily noticed something strange. At first, she didn't even realise what it was that felt off to her. Alice was fidgeting in her seat just like she usually did, squeezing her thighs together and brushing the fabrics of each leg against one another. She squirmed from one cheek to the other, taking each corner with an uneasy shift. That was how Alice always drove, and Emily would usually pay no attention to it. Then she figured it out- Alice had already emptied her bladder... so why the fidgeting? It didn't add up to her.
The first possible explanation was that Alice still needed to pee. Yes, that would make sense. She lost control and had a bit of an accident, but had forced herself to shut the tap as soon as she was able and decided to get home before she did the rest. When Emily thought about it, though, that theory didn't track. Alice had been weeing for an absurd amount of time, and the flow had died out into a trickle, not been clamped off suddenly... no, the driver had certainly emptied her bladder, or near enough that it made no difference.
They were almost halfway home when Emily smelt it. Those sensitive nostrils of hers barely paid attention to the pee smell, but they picked up instantly on the second scent that crept into the car. It was a smell she both recognised and didn't, because she'd smelt thousands of farts in her life, but never any from this specific person. It was beyond doubt, though, that Alice was the culprit. Emily would have noticed if she herself had farted. Which meant...
Suddenly Alice's fidgeting made a whole lot more sense. She was still at it, as bad as Emily had ever seen her, but this time there was none of the usual feeling that Alice wanted to hold herself between the legs. She had gone quiet and there was discomfort on her face.
That silence- an unusual one between two women who tended to find conversation easy- meant that Emily heard the first proof of her theory, muffled but certainly audible. It came out all at once, vibrating against the driver's seat. There was no mistaking the sound. Emily knew exactly what a fart on a soft chair sounded like; she'd done plenty of them herself in her own car.
Emily figured she might as well address the elephant in the room. After all, both woman surely knew by now that Emily had heard the fart. "Alice?"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
Alice blushed, but kept her eyes on the road. "I'm fine, thanks". It was interesting to Emily that a girl who was so comfortable with her bladder seemed to find shame in what came out of the other end.
Emily was not to be deterred. "Are you sure?"
"I'll be fine once I get home," Alice relented.
Emily had never considered that Alice's no-public-bathroom policy might mean the occasional brush with bowel-related issues, but when she thought about it, it made perfect sense. For her part, Emily knew she pooped at work at least once a week. If she suddenly couldn't do that, things could get messy.
"Need a number two?"
Alice averted her eyes. "Yeah," she said, "really badly. I overslept this morning and- I've kind of been holding it in all day".
"Does it hurt?" Emily found it hard not to feel sorry for the poor girl. Alice nodded so minutely it was barely noticeable. "Oh, that sucks. We're only ten minutes away, though!" she pointed out.
"Yeah," Alice said bravely, "ten minutes. I think I can do that".
"Have you ever..."
"Shit myself? A few times, yeah," Alice admitted, "mostly in the car. It's not fun".
Emily looked at her watch. They were on track to get home soon. "Let's hope for no red lights, yeah?"
Privately, she thought that if Alice was going to crap her pants, it was probably best to do it today, on a day when the seats were going to need cleaning anyway. But she didn't think that was a particularly helpful thing to say, so she kept it to herself.
The worst part was that they were so close to home when it happened. Just when it looked like Alice would make it, a minute or two from Emily's house, they were held up at a traffic light by a lollipop man. Alice swore under her breath at him and started to poop herself.
Emily could feel the exact moment when her colleague gave up hope. For a few seconds, Alice's whole body tensed, shoulders hunched, as if she was putting all of her effort into clenching her bum closed if she possibly could. Then came the release, and everything relaxed. Next was the crackling sound, slightly dampened by the wetness of her still-drying wee, and soon after a grimace as Alice lifted her butt a few inches off of her seat so that the mess could escape from her overflowing colon and into her knickers. Emily watched the whole thing unfold with morbid fascination, feeling bad for the girl and yet unable to look away. It all happened so fast that the question of privacy never crossed Emily's mind. One moment they were coming to a stop by the lights, and twenty seconds later the contents of Alice's bowels seemed to have relocated entirely into her panties.
A moan slipped from between Alice's lips that was hard to read- it lingered somewhere between pleasure and pain. She wore tight trousers, making the bulge that formed on the seat almost impossible to ignore. But before she had time to absorb what had happened, the lollipop man was waving the last of the pedestrians across the road and it was time to pull away again. Alice reluctantly settled back down onto the seat and changed into gear, wincing at the mushy sound that her mess made when she squashed it flat.
For the first time in the months they'd known each-other, Emily could think of nothing to say to Alice. She could tell that the woman was mortified. It was a chilly afternoon, but Alice wordlessly turned off the heating and rolled down the car windows in a desperate attempt to alleviate whatever she could of the smell. It didn't work particularly well.
When, shortly after, they got to Emily's house, she thanked Alice for the lift as always and got out of the car with her bag. Before she closed the door behind her, she turned back and leaned down into the car. "Don't worry about it, ok? I'll see you tomorrow".
Alice nodded and finally gave her a weak smile. "Thanks, Em. You're the best".
With that, she drove away, leaving Emily to climb the driveway to her house. Watching what had happened was making her need to go. |
This story was suggested by @VaporFrog. i hope you like it.
"So then...." Amy said while looking at the big scary robot she and sticks just got done trashing.
".........Why do you think this thing is here?" Amy asked. She and sticks were just in the forest enjoying a little picnic when suddenly the giant robot came out and attacked them while repeatedly saying "Must...Transform...".
"The robotic overlords have decided to strike us once again and are planning to transform us into mindless drones just like them?!" Sticks yelled.
"........Uh...That...Or Eggman could be attacking us again." Amy said while resting her hammer on her shoulders.
"What is that planning now..." Amy asked. C'mon! Let's warn our friends!"
Amy ran in the direction of the village. Sticks ran after her friend but slowed down after feeling a jolt in her body.
"Oh no....I can feel it. They're coming. The invasion is getting closer and closer..." Sticks said as she felt a slight disturbance in her body.
"...........Oh,wait." Sticks rubbed her belly and felt a slightly stronger pressure.
"Oh...it's just my bladder..." She said to herself. She briefly considered taking care of it now while she was still in the forest. I wouldn't have been the first time she did it outside.
"Sticks! Are you coming?"
...But amy was waiting for her,so she decided to hold it for now. She ran after amy and after a short run,they made it back to the village.
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"So the egghead is trying to sneak attack us?" Sonic asked.
"Must be so. These robots appeared out of nowhere and he wasn't anywhere to be found." Amy replied.
"So what do we do now?" Tails asked.
"We should just go over there and check what he's planning this time..." Sonic said.
"We could do that....or,we could sneak in to give him a taste of his own medicine." Tails suggested.
"Ehh...i don't know. Barging in and smashing his robots seem way more fun...." Sonic said.
"I'm gonna have to agree with Tails on this one,I kinda want to give him a taste of his own medicine" Amy said.
"Yeah,we're gonna sneak into his lab and get some answers. i will not allow him to sneakily convert my home into a mechanical paradise!" Sticks replied.
"Hmm...What do you think knuckles?" Sonic asked.
.......
.......
"Knuckles?"
Everyone turned to knuckles and saw him sleeping on the couch. Sonic grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.
"Huh? What?"
"We were discussing what we were gonna do about Eggman Attacking the island." Tails said.
"....We could...uhh...punch the robots?" Knuckles said with a nervous smile.
"3 against 2...Looks like we'll be sneaking into his base then! Amy said.
Sonic sighed and got up from the seat. The group made their way out of the house and sticks was about to follow them out of there until she felt another twinge in her body. She turned around and looked at the bathroom door. She wanted to take care of things now but...
*Boom*
Sticks heard a loud explosion coming from outside.
"It must be more of those robots! The apocalypse really is upon us!" Sticks said to herself. She ran outside and skidded to a halt as she saw her friends fighting another one of those robots.
Sticks grabbed her boomerangs and threw them at the robots legs. This knocked the robot down and allowed Sonic to strike it with a spin dash. With the robot down,Amy smashed the robot with her hammer and destroyed it.
"He made quite the sneaky robots this time..." Tails said.
"C'mon! Let's head to the base immediately!" Amy said.
"Wait! May a few of us should stay behind. In case more of those robots try to sneak up on us..." Tails said.
Right on cue,another robot appeared and fired a laser at the group.
"Sonic,Knuckles! You two stay behind and defend the island. Tails,help us get to the base!" Amy yelled.
Tails nodded and the girls followed him to the tornado while Sonic and Knuckles stayed behind to fight the robots.
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Tails was now behind the pilots wheel,while sticks and Amy were sitting together in the co-pilot's cockpit.
"We should be at the base shortly!" Tails said.
"We know tails. We've flown there many times before." Amy raised. While they were flying there however,Sticks was shaking one of her legs in an attempt to ease the slight pressure that was slowly getting stronger.
"Hey Sticks,Are you okay? You look a bit nervous." Amy asked.
"You mean more than usual?" Tails asked.
"Hey! You gotta stay on your toes. Even out here...They could be watching us!" Sticks said. Amy shook her head and went back at staring at the ocean. Sticks let out a loud exhale and waited for the tornado to land.
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After a few more minutes of flying,the tornado landed near Eggman's base. Tails hid the plane behind a boulder and looked around.
"Looks like the base is clear. You two go on ahead,i'll stay here to check up on Sonic and Knuckles.
Amy and sticks jumped out of the tornado and started sneaking their way towards the base. Sticks about to strike the door,but amy quickly stopped her.
"We're trying to sneak in,remember?!" Amy asked. She then looked around and then came up with an idea.
"I've got it! How about we use the sewage system? He'll never see us coming then!" Amy said.
"I dunno. They could be watching us from down there too." Sticks said. That's when she noticed that amy was gone. Sticks groaned and looked for her until she saw the open drain. Sticks took a deep breath and entered the sewers.
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Amy and Sticks carefully made their way through the sewers of the lab.
"Ugh...Can we hurry it up?" Sticks asked.
"Relax,Sticks. We don't want to set off any traps do we?" Amy said. Sticks groaned and crossed her arms while tapping her foot. She had lost track of how many minutes had passed since they entered the sewers. Not only was the smell horrible,but she also had another problem. The pressure in her body was getting stronger and stronger by the minute and it was starting to get a little difficult to ignore. And the running water in the sewers was unable to keep her distracted. If anything,it felt like the pressure got slightly stronger whenever she looked at it. She never quite understood how that worked.
"Hold on. I think i see a drain up there,let me check!" Amy said. She jumped up and opened the drain. Sticks slowly approached the vent,but quickly backed off when she heard some lasers. Amy quickly jumped back into the sewers and pulled out her hammer.
"Oh no! I think he figured out we're here! Those turrets started firing at me the moment i exited the drain." Amy said. Suddenly,a few bee bots then entered the sewers and started shooting at the duo. Amy and Sticks quickly made a run for it. But sticks stopped and threw her boomerang at the Bee bots. Two of them were knocked down but the remaining ones followed the two. And to make matters worse,more of them were entering the vent. Amy and sticks kept running from the Bee bots until they eventually found a tunnel to hide in. They hid inside the tunnel and waited for the Bee Bots to leave. It took a while for them to leave as some of them stuck around for a few minutes to look for the duo,but they left and the two were completely undetected.
"That was too close." Amy said.
"We got lucky this time. Maybe we should start digging tunnels back home for when the invasion happens..." Sticks said.
"R-right..Anyways,C'mon! Let's go back!" Amy said.
"Uhh...Which way was the drain again?" Sticks asked. Amy looked around,but she didn't remember which side the two came from.
"Oh no....."
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*Clang*
Amy jumped out of another drain and posed. Sticks slowly stepped out of the sewers and sniffed her arms.
"Bleeeugh...I'm gonna be spending a lot of time bathing after this." She said.
"I told you it wouldn't take long to find a drain!" Amy said.
"How long have we been down there?" Sticks asked. Amy opened her mouth as if to answer,but then she shrugged.
"But that's not important. if Eggman sent more robots during that time,Sonic and Knuckles are able to defeat them." Amy said. Sticks raised her shoulders and started walking down an empty hallway with amy. However,she occasionally slowed down and rubbed her legs together. She really wanted to pee now as the pressure in her bladder was starting to bug her.
"Sticks? Why are you all the way back there?" Amy asked. Sticks looked up and quickly ran up to amy.
"Are you okay?" Amy asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah,i just gotta take a leak..." Sticks said. Amy was caught off-guard by the bluntness of that statement.
"I uhh...i see. Well,don't worry! We should be done soon! All we've gotta is storm the lab and attack sneak attack eggman!" Amy said. Amy opened another door,but she quickly closed it when she saw some motobugs approaching
"Ooooookay,looks like it might take us a bit longer than i expected." Amy said with a nervous smile.
"Ugh...i told you they could be watching us from down the sewers! They're always watching!" Sticks said. The two quickly ran away from the door. The door opened and the Motobugs ran after the duo. Amy pulled out her hammer and started spinning around with it,knocking away multiple motobugs. Sticks threw her boomerang and ricocheted it against 6 Motobugs. However,more of then showed up and charged towards out heroines. Amy swung her hammer and knocked out the Motobugs one by one. While Sticks used her boomerang to trick shot those that got near her. But each time she moved,she could feel a twinge in her body. Despite this,she managed to keep focus on the Motobugs. However,More of them kept coming with each wave they took out.
"Man,Looks like he's stepping his game up!" Amy said as she kept swinging at the incoming Motobugs. Sticks just kept throwing her boomerangs and ignoring the pressure in her bladder,hoping it would all be over soon.
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"Okay...Okay,i think that's all of them..." Amy said she went through the door. Sticks wandered behind her with her body completely slouched. But another sharp twinge made her stand upright.
"Oh! I gotta take a leak..." Sticks said out loud. Amy turned around and looked at her wide eyed.
"Sticks! Use your indoor voice when you're talking about stuff like that!" Amy said.
Sticks raised an eyebrow. She noticed that whenever someone needed to use the bathroom,they would use confusing metaphors. She never understood why some people would look at you weirdly whenever you simply announced you needed to pee.
"Just hold it for a bit longer,we should be reaching Eggman's room soon!" Amy said. Unfortunately,it seems their progress was gonna be delayed even more. As Sticks spotted more sentries.
"Argh! THESE CONTRAPTIONS ARE EVERYWHERE!!!!" Sticks said. The sentry fired some missiles at the duo,but they quickly jumped out of the way. Sticks landed and quickly crossed her legs. She found it very difficult to ignore her bladder now. Amy spun her hammer around and knocked away the missiles being fired at her.
"Sticks! Trick Shot!" Sticks looked at the sentries and quickly threw her boomerangs at them. The Boomerang flew in a curve and knocked down the sentries. Sticks caught the boomerang and prepared to throw it again. But She didn't see any sentries another sentries.
"Amy,okay. Let's move forward!" Amy said. Sticks took a few steps forward,but stopped to cross her legs again. If she didn't take care of thing now,her bladder was gonna make it impossible for her to focus.
"Sticks,C'mon!" Amy said. Sticks followed her and quickly caught up to her.
"Amy,i really need to pee now." Sticks said.
"Relax,we're almost at Eggman's room" Amy said.
"You said the exact same thing a while ago.." Sticks replied.
"I know...But we got slowed down because of those enemies. Just hold it for a bit longer." Amy said.
"Ugh..." Sticks said.
"Just try not to think about your bladder. Try thinking of something else to distract you from your need to pee." Amy said.
"Yeah...Yeah,i can do that. Hmm..." Sticks stopped and thought. Amy grinned and gave her a few examples.
"How about you think of some stuff from back home?"
"Yeah! Like the beautiful trees." Sticks said.
"Or the wonderful houses."
"Or the beautiful glowing caves,free from the eyes of the government..."
"Or the running rivers that make you want to go for a swim..." Amy said with a grin.
"Huh?"
"Or the waterfalls that make the shhhhhh sounds." Amy continued. Sticks groaned and placed her hands between her legs.
"Or all the fishes that splish and splash in said rivers." Amy said with a wide grin.
"Okay,Stop that..." Sticks said while rubbing her legs together.
"Okay okay...i'll stop. just keep thinking about the forest until we reach eggman. Okay?" Amy said.
"Okay." Sticks replied while the two kept walking down the hallway.
"After all. Once we defeat him. We'll be....Number one." Amy said while laughing.
"I SAID STOP THAT!"
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"Oh...i gotta take a leak so badly." Sticks said.
"I know sticks. You've been talking about it for forever now." Amy said. The two arrived at the HQ room,But Eggman was nowhere to be found. Not even orbot or cubot were there.
"Man,he's hiding from us two now. He really is bringing his A-Game..." Amy said. Sticks ignored what amy said and looked around the room. She really needed to go now and all that talk about water that amy gave her didn't help at all. If it were up to her,she would've gone right there and then. But she knew she would get an earful from Amy.
The two returned to the hallways and kept looking around for the good doctor. All while Sticks tried to ignore the urine that was begging to be released from her bladder.
"Hmmm....Hey sticks! Look!" Amy said. Sticks looked at where she was pointing and her eyes got as wide as dinner plates. In front of her was a big door with two blue figures on it. One representing a human male and one representing a human female.
"C'mon! You can relieve yourself here!" Amy said.
"Uh-uh! Forget about it! I am not doing my business there! What if there are cameras in there! or what if there are robots hiding in the toilets! Those robots have many ways of sneaking up on you!" Sticks said as she looked around.
"C'mon sticks. Bathrooms are supposed to be a safe place. I doubt Eggman would put traps on the same place he goes to relieve himself." Amy said as she pushed sticks into the restroom. Sticks The door closed behind her and she was now alone with a toilet right in front of her.
"You better not try anything funny!" Sticks wait. She was about to take off her skirt,but then she heard a loud clang. She looked up and saw multiple bee bots peeking out of the vent.
"I KNEW IT! NOT EVEN THE LAVATORIES ARE SAVE NOW!" Sticks said as she desperately tried to open the door.
"Sticks? Are you okay?" Amy asked. She got an answer in the form of sticks bolting out of the restroom with multiple bee bots chasing after her. Amy leaped towards the bee bots and smashed them with her hammer in one swing. Sticks stopped running and hunched over while holding her crotch tighter.
"So...Are you gonna go?" Amy asked.
"No way! I'm not going back there!" Sticks said as she started speed walking away from the toilet. Amy just shrugged and followed her friend.
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"Did we get them?!" Eggman asked as he looked at his monitor.
"I don't think so. They've been wrecking every single wave of robots we sent to them." Orbot said.
"Why are they here again?" Cubot asked. Eggman shrugged,but then he heard the door behind him open.
"There he is!" Amy said. She leaped towards the doctor and swung her hammer. Eggman quickly jumped out of the way and barely dodged Amy's swing. While he was trying to get back up,Amy pointed her hammer at him.
"Start talking eggman!" Amy said.
"Uhh....If you all wanted to talk,you didn't have to sneak in and wreck hundreds of my robots" Eggman snidely said. Amy poked his nose with her hammer.
"What were you planning to do?!"
"Huh?!"
"Why did you send those robots after us?!" Amy asked.
"Because you two broke into my house! Why else?" Eggman yelled.
"No,i mean the robots in the forest!"
"What?" Eggman asked in confusion.
"The giant scary looking robots that kept talking about how they must transform us! Why did you sent them to our island?! Did the government tell you to do so?!" Sticks asked while shaking her body and trying to hold back her pee.
"Wait...i didn't send those robots after you!"
"Huh?" Amy and Sticks both said in confusion.
"Those were robots i made several months ago. I intended to use them to enslave the island. They seemed to work perfectly...until they started seeing me as a target!"
Amy and Sticks still looked at eggman with a shocked look on their faces.
"They nearly destroyed the entire lab. We were able to shut them down,but i ran out of room in the storage,so i ended up dumping them in the ocean. They must've drifted onto your island." Eggman explained.
"I'm guessing the robots must've been waterproof in order to survive being tossed into water." Amy said.
"EEP!"
Amy turned around and saw Sticks doing a potty dance.
"Uhh...Why is she...." Eggman asked.
"I can't take it anymore!" Sticks said as she ran out of the room.
"H-Hey! Where are you going?!" Eggman asked as he tried to get up. Amy however,held her hammer overhead.
"Stay down! You still made those robots! So don't think i'm letting you off the hook!" Amy said.
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Sticks made it out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"I gotta wee,i gotta wee,i gotta wee!" Sticks repeated. She ran a short distance away from the door until she felt like she was far away enough. She reached for below her skirt and raised it completely,revealing a complete lack of underwear. She quickly popped a squat and looked around to make sure she was safe.
Once she was sure,she released all control over her bladder and let out a stream that splattered against the floor below her,slowly creating a puddle that got bigger and bigger. Sticks closed her eyes and let out a giggle followed by a long sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and a smile appeared on her face as she finally let go of all the urine she had been holding.
She opened her eyes and looked at the walls of the hallway. She was really wishing she would've done this while she was still in the forest. The forest made her feel relaxed and in her element. Whereas in these hallways,she felt like someone could be watching her despite all of the walls. Her stream seemed to go on for quite a while,but eventually it go weaker until it completely stopped. Sticks stood upright again and straightened her skirt. She looked at the puddle below her and smiled. This was probably the biggest puddle she had created in her life.
"Sticks! Sticks where are you?!" Amy asked. She then spotted the badger and ran up to her.
"There you are. You had me worried for a second. Did you make it to the...." Amy's words trailed off as her eyes slowly focused on the big puddle in front of her. Amy looked at sticks with wide eyes.
"Hey! I couldn't hold it anymore! Besides,There could still be bee bots in that toilet even as we speak." Sticks said.
"Fair point....Ugh...let's just get out of here and tell Sonic about all of this." Amy said. She then looked at the puddle and gritted her teeth.
"Except for this...i don't think they want to hear this part." Amy said. She and Sticks made their way to the base's exit.
Eggman walked down the hallway while having a hand on his head.
"Ugh....i'm really gonna need a nap after this..." Eggman said.
"Umm...perhaps we might need a cleanup crew too.." Orbot said.
Eggman looked at the robot with a confused look. But then he looked at where he was pointing and his face turned red with anger.
"DID THAT BLASTED BADGER-" |
Hey! Welcome to the start of a (kind of) new story for me on this site.
Some of you might remember a story I started last year called The Golden Ratio: Six Girls, One Bathroom. I left that story behind after just a few chapters because I wasn't happy with some of the decisions I made or the writing style, but promised to restart it because I liked the characters and lots of posters seemed to like it. This is that reboot. Some of the first chapters will be similar in plot to the original, but after that it will branch out and spend more time with all of the characters.
Just as with most of my stories, I want to write the most detailed, honest and realistic story about student life in the UK as I can. The focus on this story is our six characters, specifically the parts of their lives that revolve around using, needing or not making it to the bathroom. But I'll also touch upon other themes, including some male content and other topics including nudity, sex, masturbation, drug and alcohol use and bedwetting/incontinence as well as probably more- but nothing violent, scatological or otherwise contradicting the page of site rules. Where there are topics other than standard female pee/wetting content, that chapter will begin with a content warning (in spoiler tags) so that you can make an informed decision on whether you want to read it or not.
Hope you enjoy and please give me your feedback! I'm also open to suggestions about the kind of plot elements you want to see so feel free to comment those too! And thanks to all the people who expressed enthusiasm about the original, hopefully this version will work just as well for you.
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Part One
"She walks along the edge
of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's
walking on a wire
in a circus"
- Counting Crows
"Time may change me,
but I can't trace time"
- David Bowie
Chapter One
Chloe
"Crosstown traffic, all you do is slow me down
And I'm trying to get on the other side of town"
- Jimi Hendrix
August had come and gone in the turn of a key, and nothing of summer still clung on but the September sun that beat down relentless on the city, sparkling yet devoid of its old comforting warmth. The streets had been gridlocked all morning; each road was a frozen river of stagnant shells, blue and black and white and silver, all of them crawling like beetles toward the next set of lights. Progress had long since slowed to a painful rate, and the numberplate in front was rarely more than a few metres away.
Some trailing driver honked impatiently, and Chloe was of half a mind to do the same. She squirmed in her seat, thighs rubbing restlessly together again, denim scratching on denim. The numberplate in front of her had been etched into her memory for the better part of an hour. In that time her battered old Ford had moved scarcely a mile.
She should have seen this coming, for a certainty. Her mother had warned her that traffic would be terrible today- not just a Saturday but the first of the month, the day that half the student population were bound to be moving into their new flats and houses. Chloe always listened to her mother’s advice, but she’d never gotten the hang of following it.
By noon she was no more than a five minute walk from her destination, but the roads were so clogged up that it would surely take thrice that time to navigate by car. Her feet were not spending much time on the pedals, and in the idle moments her left heel tapped anxiously on the floor below.
Chloe was moving into a cheap six-bedroom house in the most populous student neighbourhood in the city, which was just fine by her. It was affordable, it was sociable and it was within walking distance of everywhere she was likely to want to be, and that was all a girl looked for in accommodation. Her five new housemates were all girls too, although that was near enough the only thing she knew about them save their names. The summer had been busy; she was loathe to spend any more of it on Facebook than she had to.
Her phone sat in the passenger seat, dictating what came onto the car radio through Bluetooth. Almost everything else had been stuffed unceremoniously onto the back seats or in a cramped boot. There were only two other possessions within her reach. The first, a little blue travel bag, was filled with everything she thought she might need for the drive- a few energy bars, a pack of tissues, a couple of tampons, her purse and a bottle of water that had long since been drained.
In the drink-holder sat an equally dry Starbucks paper cup. She’d polished off her usual order (white, with sugar and a sprinkle of cinnamon) just outside of the city, in an attempt to power through a slightly hungover lethargy, and now her bladder was paying the price for that rash decision.
Chloe was no stranger to this feeling, the one of sitting captive behind the hot black wheel of her car and longing to be on the cool white seat of her toilet instead. She had been a driver for three years and spent a good many of those journeys thinking more about the nearest bathroom than the safest practices. Her bladder was not small so much as her mind was careless: given the choice, Chloe would always rather spend the minutes before a long car ride checking social media than checking to see if she needed the loo.
That recklessness had birthed experience in the art of holding while driving. In turn, that experience meant she had restricted herself to just the occasional close call and even rarer accident- for more than a thousand days she’d owned this Ka, and the drivers’ seat had been wet only once, though the faint scent lingered still. Nobody else knew anything of it. The trick was simple: the key to holding was distraction, and the key to distraction, for Chloe, was music.
Should I stay or should I go now?
The Clash were blaring out over those old speakers, as loudly as she dared, which was still far louder than most. Chloe smirked. She wished she could go now, but the traffic was complicating things. Besides, she thought, somehow I doubt that’s the kind of go Mick Jones meant. He was singing about something entirely different, of course, but it was scary how appropriate the unrelated could sometimes be.
If I go, there will be trouble
There would be trouble, for sure, especially in the laundry department. Chloe crept a few more feet down the road, stopped, put the handbrake on. Her hand wanted badly to go between her legs and this time she relented, taking comfort in a reassuring squeeze of her crotch. It wasn’t much. Soon she’d be off of the main roads, away from the congestion, and she’d need all ten of her fingers to drive. But it was something- a sweet, brief moment of relief before she had to release the brake again and set off across the next couple of yards.
By now the urgency was throbbing loudly inside her. She knew how to hold her pee, but not often this much of it, nor for this long. When she straightened her back it was hard to tell if her posture made it easier or harder to keep it in. Needing to go so badly would be a pain at the best of times, but she found that it was even tougher with her feet on the pedals because her thighs could never be truly closed. Her willpower and her sphincter were the only two weapons she could use. And her left hand, every now and then.
This indecision's bugging me (Esta indecisión me molesta)
Distracting herself with the song was even starting to get difficult. The only positive was that she wouldn’t need to try for much longer, with her turning off of the clogged streets coming after the next set of traffic signals. Chloe pulled up to the red lights feeling thankful; time was running out, and she was facing the very real possibility that the first time she met her new housemates would be in jeans several shades darker than the ones she’d pulled on that morning.
Her hand snaked towards her pussy again and this time it lingered for longer. Letting go was harder than before, leaving her worried she might leak once that wonderful pressure was taken away, but- for now- her muscles held strong. She fanned her thighs open and closed, wriggling uncomfortably in her seat. Her knees knocked together with each inward swing.
Chloe began to wonder what would happen if she lost control and wet herself. It wasn’t hard to imagine, not when memories of the last time were still fresh. She could practically see her denim jeans turning navy, glistening as they grew saturated. She could picture the pool of pee that would quickly flood that little triangle between her thighs, until it was so swollen it overflowed like a burst dam and dampened the floor. Suddenly the smell of old urine on her car seat felt very fresh and very real.
When the lights finally turned orange, she barely noticed until the car in front began to move. She kicked her engine back into life and tore around the corner, onto the final stretch of the journey. There was no traffic here. The question was whether she could reach the new house before her body gave up. After that she would need to hope she could get from front door to toilet in time. God, I hope nobody’s in the shower. Chloe drove with something approaching abandon, sensing in her bladder that she was close to losing it, no matter how much she squirmed and writhed about. Without being able to hold herself, she was too desperate to stay dry for much longer.
The good news was that there wasn’t far to go. The little black Ka finally emerged out of the gridlock that had swallowed up half the city (and half of her day) and broke away onto one of the intersecting streets, at last heading east instead of north. Her phone helpfully announced that she would need to turn left in half a mile. She approached another set of lights, praying that they would stay green. In her mirror, Chloe saw the car behind her stop at the lights. If she had been a few seconds earlier, she would surely have ended up wetting herself at that stop.
The left turning came and Chloe took it far too fast, bouncing up and down in her seat as she drove. One sharp right took her onto the street, the one she would be living on for the next ten months. All that was left was to find the right house. Reluctantly, she stepped on the brake, groaning when the seatbelt dug uncomfortably into her bladder. The only way to read the little numbers on each front door was to crawl along at what felt like a painfully slow rate, and with both hands occupied she had to squirm like a lunatic to keep from squirting into her pants. She was looking for 49 Morecambe Road- she saw 27 on one side, 28 on the other. A few moments later she squeezed between 39 and 40. The street was cramped, with narrow pavements and cars lining each side to make the road only wide enough for one vehicle to drive through at a time. The moment she saw that #49, in grimy bronze lettering on a navy blue door, Chloe swung into the nearest gap and parked up.
By the time the engine sputtered into silence she was already clambering out of the car, pausing only to snatch up her phone. The rest of her shit could wait, she decided, until a time when she was able to think about anything other than the bowling-ball weight in her abdomen. Standing up proved to be far harder than she’d expected; a sharp pain constricted her bladder and she bent over at the knees, legs pressed fiercely together. Chloe was intensely aware of a warm, wet sensation that dribbled out of her and dampened the fabric of her underwear. Instinctively a hand shot down to her crotch and she grabbed blindly at it, hoping to squeeze herself closed for just a little longer. After a few seconds the worst of the pain subsided and, remembering where she was, she forced herself to let go of her pussy. There was no time to check if the leak was visible- she’d managed to stop it for now, and that was all that she cared about.
Her three rapid knocks on the door were perhaps a little harsher than she’d usually go with, but Chloe was desperate for whoever was home to open up as a matter of urgency. She’d barely stemmed the first leak and a second was coming. The fifteen seconds she stood there, frantically shifting her weight from one foot to the other, seemed to go on for minutes. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans, unable to ignore the wetness on her lips. Relief was so close- whether it was close enough, though, was going to be a tight call.
When the door opened, Chloe was greeted by a young woman in a bubblegum pink sweatshirt and a tight hijab printed with a flowery pattern. They’d never met, but the girl’s eyes widened as if she was being reunited with a long-lost best friend. She pulled Chloe into a delicate hug, grinning. Chloe was so taken aback that she almost forgot about her situation. Reciprocating the embrace, she couldn’t help but notice one of the loveliest scents she’d ever smelt on another human being. It was like hugging a coconut stuffed with lavender.
“You’re Chloe, right?” the girl said. It was framed as a question, but she clearly knew the answer.
“Yep, and you must be Amira”. Chloe smiled back- she couldn’t help it, it was infectious- and allowed herself to be pleased that she’d remembered her new housemate’s names, at least. But once they both straightened back up, that aching discomfort was back in her bladder.
“It’s so good to meet you!” Amira gushed. Chloe had never had anyone seem nearly so happy to see her before. But she was fidgeting again, unable to stand still lest she drench the doormat, and needed to speed up the formalities. Proper introductions would have to wait.
“And you!” she said, “but, listen, can we talk in a minute? I’m absolutely busting for a wee”.
Amira laughed sweetly. “I can see that. The only bathroom is down the hall and to the right, next to the kitchen. See you in a bit”.
Chloe could have kissed her, but there was no time. So instead she hurriedly thanked her new housemate and took off down the narrow corridor. To her left was the staircase heading up to the first floor and to her right sat a door to what looked like a living room, but she had eyes only for what was around the corner. She bolted into the bathroom, pulled the cord to turn on the light and shut the door. After a few seconds fumbling with the lock, she managed to slide the bolt across the door and turn around.
Mercifully, her jeans came down without any fuss and it was only a few strides across the room to reach the toilet. Chloe span and planted her bare bum on the plastic seat with what felt like seconds to spare before she completely lost control. Her stream gushed into the water below with an intense force, releasing the pressure that had been building up for so long. The feeling of letting go was more pleasurable than any sex Chloe had had in a long time; she couldn’t help letting a little moan of relief pass out from between her lips. Her cheeks reddened as she wondered if Amira could hear any of it.
Once the initial feeling had subsided, Chloe got her first real look around the bathroom. For the most part it was pretty standard- a bath, separate shower cubicle (a nice touch), a sink with a medicine cabinet and a rug on the floor, all cramped into a relatively small space. But there was one feature she’d never seen in any restroom before. Directly opposite the toilet she was currently christening stood the only mirror in the bathroom. It was huge, almost floor-to-ceiling and at least three feet across, and when sitting on the loo she got a perfect, unobstructed view of her slumped figure furiously emptying her bladder into the bowl. Quite why the designers had decided that that was an angle the tenants would want was beyond her, but she supposed it would help if she ever needed to do her make-up in a rush.
When she was finally finished peeing, Chloe leaned over and felt the gusset of her knickers with her thumb and the tip of her first finger. They were certainly damp a little to the left of the centre-line, but luckily the damage was limited and her jeans had escaped unscathed. She let out a sigh of relief when she realised just how close she had come to spending her first few minutes in this new bathroom cleaning up an accident. Two sheets of paper later she was bone-dry, pants aside, and she flushed the evidence away before setting out to go and meet Amira. |
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Emily should have been more suspicious, should have stopped and read the fine print before jumping on an easy fix. But she didn’t. She wasn’t a big girl, but enough time following models on Instagram and trying to make it as an actress had her constantly comparing her body to other people’s, and had her eager for any solution. Maybe if she could just drop down a little more, she’d be successful and get to quit her boring receptionist job.
The morning she was due to start her new course of pills, Emily woke up late. She didn’t even have time to shower, opting instead for a quick wipe down and a heavy spray of deodorant. If she missed her bus, her manager Leanne would be so pissed, and she needed this job until her acting career took off. At least she didn’t need to think about clothes, when Leanne had made the dress code so strict. Black skirt, white shirt, and a pair of pantyhose with black shoes. Formulaic, boring, but mercifully easy to throw on in a hurry. Once dressed, she downed her regular morning coffee as quickly as she could, only this time, she took the little blue pill with it. It was easy to swallow and tasted like nothing, adding only a few seconds to her routine. If this worked, it would be the best weight loss product in the world. But she didn’t have time to think about that much. If she didn’t want to miss her bus, she had to get going.
It was only once she was on the bus that she realised she had skipped her morning pee. It was fine, though. She only had to wait just over half an hour, and then she could go at work. The slight need was present, but it was easy enough to forget about it as she scrolled through Instagram on her phone.
Ten minutes later though, it was a different story.
The coffee had gone straight through her, and Emily could no longer forget that she needed to pee. She pressed her thighs together and tried to put the thought out of her mind, but it was impossible. Social media wasn’t distracting enough to make her forget that she had to go. Why hadn’t she peed that morning?
It was as if her bladder had been put into fast forward, or perhaps time had been slowed down. Less than five minutes in, she found herself shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs with an air of impatience that she hoped other passengers wouldn’t notice. She had even abandoned scrolling, giving up entirely on attempts to distract herself. She wouldn’t hold herself, though. She was a grown woman, not a child, and she didn’t have to pee that badly... even if she would have already gone had a toilet been available, even if she really wanted to grab her pussy.
Her stop was around ten more minutes away. Then she had a five minute walk, and then she could pee. That was easy, right? She could hold it for fifteen minutes.
Nine minutes to her bus stop, and Emily was thinking dry thoughts. Hot climates. Desert sands. Sand turning dark with water spreading out across it, a lake forming- no! She bent forward slightly, every muscle in her body tensing. Could everyone tell she had to pee?
Eight minutes to go. She was breathing a little heavier now, biting her lip and focusing all her attention on keeping her pee inside her. Her bladder kept getting more and more insistent, as if it was being filled up by a tap, and there was no way to turn it off. She squirmed in her seat, wishing her skirt waistband was just a little looser.
Seven minutes. The bus hit a pothole in the road and Emily gasped, grabbing her crotch out of instinct. People could definitely tell she had to go, but so long as she held it all in, that didn’t matter anymore. Better to be the girl on the bus who had to pee than the girl who peed herself on the bus.
Six minutes. She was holding herself still, her bag on her lap in an attempt at subtlety. She had gone past a constant awareness of her need into a state where all she could think about was pissing.
Five. Hands on her pussy, she wiggled and bounced to an internal monologue of ‘gotta pee, gotta pee, fuck fuck FUCK I have to pee, I just want to sit on a toilet and pee pee pee pee PEE’. Her bladder was so heavy and so full inside her, and it screamed for relief.
Four. Another pothole, and this time, her hands couldn’t stop a single droplet of piss from forcing its way out from between her pussy lips. She groaned, ducking her head so her blonde hair fell over her face, hiding her blush but not her need from any onlookers.
Three. The tiny leak had made it all so much worse. What would she do if she pissed herself on the bus? How could she possibly show up to work in pissy pantyhose, the back of her skirt all wet? No, she had to make it. She had to, no matter how much it hurt or how much she needed to go. She could squirm in her seat and try to plug her pee hole with her hands if she had to, just as long as she didn’t pee her panties.
Two. Another leak. She didn’t dare look, but she knew it had made her panties damp. She was so close, so very close, just a little more holding.
One. She stood up in anticipation of her stop, and the sudden addition of gravity made her nearly double over. She crossed her legs, but that didn’t stop a dribble of piss from moistening her panties further.
The bus stopped and Emily had to let go of her crotch momentarily to grab the pole and keep herself upright. In that moment, her bladder contracted and she felt her biggest leak yet, enough to run down her leg in a single, tiny stream. It was only for a second, but it was enough that she almost wept. Was she even going to make it to work?
She shuffled off the bus and the moment her shoe hit the concrete, she let out another leak. Oh fuck. It was about to happen. She had a minute, two tops, before she fully soaked herself. She looked around frantically. Corporate office after corporate fucking office, nowhere in sight with a public bathroom. And there she was in the middle of it all, a twenty four year old woman potty dancing like a child to try and hold back the inevitable.
Outside one of the offices, there was a grass verge with an enormous bush in the centre. It was risky, but it wasn’t as if she had much of a choice. Another spurt into her panties and down her leg made up her mind for her, and with all the grace of an injured baby giraffe, Emily rushed for it.
It was as if her bladder knew that relief was coming, and it couldn’t come soon enough. A stream of pee burst out of her as she fumbled with her pantyhose and skirt, pulling the latter up above her waist just in time to stop it from getting wet as her burning hot piss came spraying out of her. In one motion, she pulled her pantyhose and her panties down and squatted behind the bush, the gushing piss now hitting the grass directly. The sound was almost deafening as it thundered out of her with an almighty hissing, her poor, aching bladder screaming and her pussy tingling. The puddle started to grow around her, too much for the ground to absorb, showing no sign of stopping or slowing for what felt like hours. How had this much liquid physically fit inside her?
Finally, breathless and shaking, Emily felt her bladder fully deflate and her gushing slow to a trickle. With one feeble push, a little more came out, until at last she was finished and reality started to set in again.
She’d just squatted down, her pussy entirely on show, and pissed behind a bush. Her pantyhose and her panties were soaked from her half-accident, and she was still catching her breath from it all. What the hell was wrong with her? But it felt so good to no longer be so desperate, and if she walked quickly, she wouldn’t even be late for work. Her skirt was still miraculously mostly dry although both her panties and her pantyhose were still dripping. She hesitated, then slipped her pantyhose off entirely. She considered taking off her wet panties too, but the idea of going commando was almost as embarrassing as peeing herself. No, she’d just deal with having to wear her peed in panties and hope that as long as no one looked at her legs too closely or picked up on a strange smell, no one at work would know about her totally losing control of her bladder.
She got to her feet and fixed her outfit, then set off walking, leaving behind her miniature lake and her ruined pantyhose, determined to forget about this whole situation. One thing was for sure though - she wouldn’t be forgetting to take a morning piss again. |
Hello again everyone, I am back again. I got a proposition for you people. I have decided that this week, I will be writing a series. This series will be 7 stories long, and will be written throughout this week, with the themes portraying to the current day of the week. So, if you have any suggestions or comments, just leave them down below. One thing to know though, is that I’ll be posting each story on a different topic, so make sure to check every day for the stories if you want to keep up. Alright, here we go.
Monday:
A presentation, a 6 hour long meeting, one long Monday. Elena knew that over her short lifetime of 21 years, this week right here would be her longest week ever, and she should prepare to buckle down. She looked in the mirror. Her figurine was pretty well established, especially with her dress shirt and skirt.
Elena was about to set out but suddenly her bladder cried out in agony, and she realized that she had forgotten to provide her bladder with the relief it needed. She headed back to her bathroom. She went up to her toilet and went to sit down on the toilet, but realized her panties were still on. She tried pulling them down, they wouldn’t budge. She tried pulling them to the side, nothing. She was running out of options. Out of nowhere, however, her bladder started willingly emptying its contents onto the floor. Elena immediately panicked and planted herself on the toilet, but for some reason, she couldn’t hear the patter of pee against the surface of the water. Instead she only heard the gushing sound of the pee hitting her panties. Then, she felt a cold tingly feeling spreading from her butt to her lower back. What was happening? Then, a ringing sound, getting louder and louder until.
Elena opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom. She started to stretch but immediately froze in place. She was peeing. She wanted to get out of bed but knew she wouldn’t control the flow and didn’t want to get her carpet wet. She just decided to sit there and let it happen. When she finished she examined her sheets. It was bad, a stain had expanded and taken up around half of her bed. Elena sighed. I haven’t wet the bed in since I was 16! I guess I did have a few drinks before I went to bed but, I can’t think about this, I have to get ready.
She had only about 15 minutes to get ready and knew she couldn’t waste time. After hopping in the shower and brushing her teeth Elena only had about 3 minutes for makeup. She decided to take everything with her to her car, not realizing at that time that her bladder was already quickly filling up once again.
“I welcome you to our annual board meeting ladies and gentlemen. Today we will be going over the overview of our new project: expansion.” Elena took her place next to her friend Susie. Susie and Elena were childhood besties and always did everything together. Susie always had that spice to her, which Elena always envied. Her bubbly personality is what made her a magnet for men, especially at flavorfull, their company. Often Elena could see men try to engage conversations with her and snap looks at her. They each smiled at each other as Elena set her materials up in her spot. As Elena herself sat down she felt a bulge in her bladder and grimaced, they might break in 2 hours, but it would be tough. This was going to be a long meeting.
…
*Ding ding ding* The man running the meeting looked up in mid sentence. “All right folks, we’re on a 5 minute break, so you can chill out, go to the restroom, get a drink, whatever.” Elena sighed in relief, she wouldn’t have to struggle anymore. She made her way to the bathroom to overhear a commotion. A ton of women were huddled up next to the women’s restroom. She approached to hear what felt like poison to her ears, “the bathrooms closed! What’re we going to do!”
Susie approached from behind her, “hey, what’s going on?” She looked concerned, not just for herself but when she saw her friends face.
Elena sighed, “the bathroom is broken apparently.” She quivered at the very thought of at least 4 more hours in there without a bathroom, and she was sure she wasn’t the only one. Her and Susie made their way back to the boardroom. Elena also came to another realization, her presentation of their new product was next. What was she going to do?
…
”Now, we will hear about our new energy product from miss Elena Rose.” The sudden shift in motion caused Elena’s bladder to pulsate. She made her way up to the stand.
”Our new product is called Gen A energy, it’s a energy drink that provides the necessary electrolytes to replenish and refuel both athletes and workers. It will be premiering tomorrow at 9pm in our new expansion ad.”
The director motioned over towards a bottle of the product. “Why don’t you try it for us Elena and tell us how it tastes.”
Elena reluctantly picked up the bottle. She took a sip, it was delicious. She nodded in satisfaction, her department had done a good job in producing this. This presentation was her big chance to get the recognition she needed. It was too bad this was ruined by the increasing chance of her wetting herself in the boardroom.
Elena received a round of applause as she made her way to her seat. She looked at the clock. Just three hours to go. She couldn’t do this. She knew she couldn’t last even one, but she had to try.
…
About an hour later that hope to survive the last three hours of the meeting was turning into a pipe dream. Elena was at her limit. She knew she had to distract herself, so she finally decided to listen to a presentation.
It was Susie presenting the statistics behind their product, and Elena could see the visible shaking of Susies legs behind the stand. She listened, “as of the makeup, 80% is liquid obtained from freshwater sources, 20% is made up of our specially customized liquid.”
What Elena saw next made her mouth go wide. Some droplets starting flowing down her friends legs, and then the sound of water running. Susie was peeing herself, on the stand! Thankfully no one was up there, so Elena was really the only person who noticed it at that moment. Then she had an idea, if no one could hear Susie, why hold on her pee? She released her bladder.
Unlike Susie, who eased into her pee, Elena’s pee came out like a gunshot, saturating her panties and staining the ground below her. The director took notice to it, and noticed the puddle below Susie’s feet when he walked up to the stand. “What’s going on here! What is happening, and what’s with these noises. This meeting will officially end here. Susie, I want to see you in my office.”
Elena had just finished her pee when Susie and her boss went into his office. She decided to go up to the door. While doing so some people gave her some weird looks as she passed by them. She went up and tried to make out what they were saying.
”Susie Till, for both distracting our fellow workers and disgracing the workplace with your foul behavior, I hereby release you of your duties.” Elena expected to hear a retort, but heard none, and decided to jump in there herself.
She opened up the door and looked her boss dead in the eye. “That’s not fair, she’s done so much for you! The damn bathroom was broken, what’d you expect her to do? Look” she showed him her skirt, “I pissed myself too, and I’m sure we aren’t the only two, you just targeted her because she was presenting!”
He looked at her and shunned her off, “if you want to support your friend, you can go too. You’re fired.”
Those two words were like two separate bullets, one to the skull and one to the chest. Tears started to flow from her eyes.
Susie grabbed her arm, “let’s just go.”
Susie led Elena out to the parking lot and to her car. Elena was still crying. Susie slapped her on the cheek.
”Bitch, stop feeling bad for yourself, it was a shitty job anyway. That guy was always a dickhead and we were getting fired eventually.” Susie put her arm around her friends shoulder.
Elena was able to get control of herself, “thanks Susie, I needed that, but I have another issue.”
Susie looked at her with a puzzled look.
Elena chuckled, “I need to pee again.”
The two burst out laughing as they sat there and looked towards their new dilemma: unemployment. |
This is loosely based on a request. I started writing it, and realized I got a little off the path. But I plan to veer back into what was originally asked for. Diapers are mentioned in this story, but per the request this is not a story about using a diaper.
Belle's Longest School Day
Part 1: The Long Walk
Desperation, Humiliation
Belle looked yawned as she looked through her dresser drawers for socks to wear to school. She hated her school’s red plaid skirt uniform, and as a senior she felt ridiculous being forced to dress like some old man’s fetish. But at least it meant she didn’t have to think as much about her wardrobe. She looked over her different socks, and realized she didn’t have any white socks left. All of her remaining socks were colorful affairs, like rainbows or purple kittens. She couldn’t wear those to school without getting ripped to shreds if a member of the faculty noticed. Some seniors got away with a more lax dress code, but previous incidents at school meant she was always in the spotlight.
She could hear her father running around downstairs, probably making himself coffee. She could ask if he had any extra socks, but she would look like a clown wearing socks several sizes too large. She reached for her phone on top of the dresser and sent a text to her friend, Tiffany.
Hey, no socks for school. What do I do?
She sent the message and backed up to sit on her bed.
“Hey,” Her dad called up from downstairs, “You almost ready for school? Want me to make some breakfast?”
She didn’t feel like having a morning chat before school, so she just replied, “No dad, thanks!”
“Okay!”
Her phone chimed, and she looked at Tiffany’s message. Dang girl, do your laundry or somethin.
Belle scoffed, and replied. Late for that, ya think?
Tiffany was already replying, Belle could just tell. Her friend was an asshole when she knew she could get away with it.
Another chime, another message. Ooo, do the tights!
A few months ago when they were shopping, Tiffany made Belle buy some white tights. She tried them on, and they looked fantastic on her, they were super snug as well. But since then Belle never actually wore them to school, even though technically tights were allowed. So now Tiffany took every chance to try to get to her to wear them. If she didn’t know better, she would have guessed Tiffany snuck in and got rid of all her white socks just to make this happen.
There was a knock at the door, and Belle sat up.
“You decent?” Her dad asked, “can I come in?”
She still had her pajamas on. “Yeah, come on in.”
The door opened and her dad peeked in, looking back and forth as if he was going to find something to run from. He was scruffy, barely taller than her, but not the kind of dad she saw her classmates complaining about. He genuinely tried.
“Your package is here,” he said, pulling out a brown unmarked box from behind the door and putting it up on her dresser.
The box didn’t have any distinguishing marks, but she knew exactly what it was. The top was already cut open, and there was a plastic pocket on the side with their shipping information and a discreet invoice.
Belle blushed, got up, and walked over to the dresser to check as he opened the top.
“I counted them and checked the label,” her dad said, “they didn’t make any goofy mistakes this time. Should be the right size, and not so crinkly.”
They were diapers. He was avoiding the word, but that was exactly what they were. Incontinence diapers, the sort she had worn for about four years. She was known for her weak bladder all throughout school, but after some incidents early on in high school it only got worse. It was embarrassing, but it was either this or risk pissing herself in the hall like sophomore year, the last time she thought she was growing out of it. No one but a teacher saw her then, but Belle knew, and she wouldn’t forget.
“You gonna be okay, Tinker Bell?” Dad asked, “You want me to help?”
She turned red, “Ew dad, no! I can put it on just fine.”
He put his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it isn’t like your old man hasn’t been changing diapers since the start.”
Belle sighed, “I know. Thanks for asking, but I’ve got it. Now, I really gotta get ready or I’mma be late.”
He put a hand on her head and tussled her hair around, smiled, and then left.
Belle heard another chime on her phone and pulled it up.
Tiffany sent another message. You gonna do it?
The tights, she almost forgot. She needed to try those on, see if they still fit. She would try them without the diaper first, then undress and put everything together. She closed the door and stripped down.
She stood in front of her body length mirror, nude. Belle was at the right point where she felt great about how she looked. Her hair was manageable when she got the time to comb it out, she noticed people watching her curves at school, and her new uniform fit great. She made a few playful poses in the mirror, hands on hips, sizzling finger to her bottom, and then laughed at herself before pulling out the tights. She bunched them up and then slid them on. They were snug, but not in a bad way. Once they got to her hips, they had just enough elasticity that she was sure everything was going to go together just fine. The white was weird to her when she first thought of getting them, but maybe it would look good with the red of the uniform.
After she had them pulled all the way up, she appreciated herself again, then frowned. All of this was going to be ruined by her… additional safety precautions. The diaper was going to make everything bulge a bit, she just knew it. Without that though, the whole outfit probably looked amazing!
To confirm just that, Belle tossed on a bra and then her uniform top. It looked good, but that didn’t have the deep red yet, so she put on the skirt as well. It looked great, the red plaid going right to the pale white of the tights had to be some kind of aesthetic trick because it brought a smile to her face. She put on the tie that was part of the top, and it all came together.
Her phone chimed, and Belle snatched it off the bed. Another message from Tiffany. Well?
Belle turned around and snapped a picture of herself in the mirror and then sent it to Tiffany.
The turn around was quick. Tiffany sent back a heart. That looks amazing. Aren’t you usually walking by now?
Belle looked at the time. Tiffany was right, she usually was already out the door by this point. If she didn’t leave she was going to be late. She ran and tossed on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and then took one last look at herself in the mirror. She really did look amazing, hopefully an outfit this good would lead to a good day at school.
She ran out the door and down the steps, not realizing that the diaper she was supposed to put on for the day was still sitting on the dresser.
On the way out the front door she found a small paper bag with a note on it. It was from dad.
‘Tinker Bell, hope you have a great day. I packed you a sandwich and something to drink, since you seemed real busy upstairs. Don’t be late. - Love, Your Old Man.’
Belle shook her head and took the bag, and then dashed out the door.
She always enjoyed the walk to school. It wasn’t long and it passed by a long park in the middle of town. The road alongside the park was narrow, so not many people took in the morning for fear of a possible traffic jam if everyone took it at once. It meant she was usually clear to just enjoy the breeze on her bare legs, blowing her skirt around while the sun beamed down on her hair.
After a previous accident where she wore her diaper on the walk to school and was met with a very blustery day, she started to walk to school without it on and then she would put it on once she made it to school. It meant there was no chance some peeping tom or creeper would catch an eye-full of more than he bargained for. It had the side benefit of just feeling good. She could feel the wind blowing over her skin, even right against her most secret places. It was delightful, ticklish sometimes, and always relaxing.
Despite her bladder problems, she never had an issue getting all the way to school before she had to go. Her bladder usually didn’t wake up until between 1st and 2nd period. Though Belle realized she didn’t take a morning trip to the bathroom today. She wasn’t concerned, it just meant that she would have to jump in the bathroom before she got changed. There weren’t really any good toilets on the walk to school, unless she wanted to be late and run deep into the park to use a port-o-john. There was no way she would ever make that mistake again. Those plastic hellholes were the equivalent of standing in someone else’s septic tank in order to do your business. She would just hold it.
She rubbed just below her stomach, but her smile didn’t diminish. The sun was still shining, and the wind was still blowing, this was still good. She imagined how many minutes she had left to school, and it was probably somewhere around 15. Not terrible, she could just countdown. So she started to count in her head, sing-songy seconds that matched the pace of her steps. The school was straight ahead, all she had to do was walk this road, cross a street, walk a bit further, and then she would be outside the gates.
But as she continued to count, it felt like the trip was taking forever. She could feel her muscles tensing between her legs, and that was never a good sign. For anyone else that might have been the start of the battle, but for Belle she just couldn’t hold it for long. If it became a desperate situation, she was going to ruin her beautiful white tights before anyone got a chance to see them.
Her breathing was getting heavier. She wanted to stay in good spirits, but now she felt foolish about taking so long to get ready that she didn’t even use the bathroom on the way out the door.
A pinch of tension went through her body, and Belle realized that to avoid all risks she was going to have to find somewhere to stop.
That was easier said. This far along the road the only businesses were small shops that weren’t even open yet, and beyond that more suburbs. Unless she thought someone was going to just open their door to a stranger to let them come in and take a piss, she was screwed on that front. She didn’t want to squat around back of one of the small businesses, she knew what those alleyways looked like. They were connected to a side street that people used all the time to get around going to the main road. There wasn’t a lot of cover, and there were more than a few security cameras. She could save herself some time and record herself peeing and upload it to youtube, because that is where she would end up if she took a whizz back there.
Instead she kept walking. There were other possibilities further along. There was always the chance the urge would subside. She didn’t drink a whole lot, she was a big girl, an adult by all means! The idea that she couldn’t hold it for a short walk to school was humiliating. All she had to do was take it one step at a time, and ignore the weight in her bladder, the desperate tension in her pelvic floor muscles, that growing dread crawling up her back. She was fine. This was a walk she had completed a few hundred times before. She knew how long it took, and she knew if she could make it.
A chill went through her, and her thighs squeezed against each other. She couldn’t make it.
Belle looked one way and then the other. She couldn’t see any other classmates yet. Once she got closer they would be all over the place, but for now she could see two girls far enough ahead of her that they were just two vague shapes.
To her right were more businesses, mostly closed or small offices. To her left she could see the wide open greenery of the park. The grass was dancing with the wind, the glare from the sun rippling along the green blades. It was beautiful, but mostly open. There were trees, and sometimes there were bushes, but it was all sparse. Chances were the city was tired of people sneaking around the park at night, so they made it easy to spot someone wandering around when they weren’t supposed to be. But it also meant there was absolutely nowhere to drop her tights and just go pee.
Actually, when Belle thought about it, that was probably also by design.
But she couldn’t think about urban planning. She needed to find a place to wee. She was still walking as she scanned the park from left to right. Her steps were getting smaller, and she could feel herself starting to sweat out of panic. This was turning into a nightmare, and during her favorite time of day!
Her muscles were getting tired. She didn’t know how much longer she could last, but it wasn’t long enough to make it to school.
Then she spotted it. There was a larger bush, with another bush right next to it. They made a sort of acute angle, and there was a trash can shoved in there. It was definitely meant as a safe spot to leave out a chained down trash can, but it also created a little alcove of brush that was hopefully going to be her toilet.
Belle felt a knot in her stomach as she questioned veering off the sidewalk to go to the bushes. What if someone saw her? Would she even make it all the way to the bush? She had to try, she had to squeeze her muscles and do her best. If she pissed in her white tights before she even made it to school, her life was over. She couldn’t even just toss the tights, she didn’t have socks to wear and would just get in trouble eventually.
Belle shook her head, shoved a hand tight against herself, and dashed off the sidewalk and into the park. It wasn’t far to the bushes. They weren’t right along the sidewalk, but it was far enough away that she didn’t think anyone would be able to see her from the sidewalk if someone passed by. She tried to take hurried steps, but her body was protesting. Each step jostled her whole body, sent pangs of alarm from her bladder, and everything threatened to come pouring out at once. But she could see her destination. It was actually kind of clean, a wrapper on the ground was the worst of it. The closest other person was a couple of old men a fair bit away walking a dog.
She could make it, she could make it! Her bladder was screaming for release, and her thighs were feeling sweaty enough that she wasn’t 100% sure she hadn’t leaked a little already.
When she was close enough to touch the trash can she took one last look around, no one was at an angle where they could see her. She started to rip down her tights before she was even safely behind the brush. She squeezed behind the large metal can, into a space clearly built specifically to be too small for anyone to squeeze in there. But touching a few leaves weren’t going to stop her from staying dry!
Her legs were trembling by the time she could actually squat, and the first dribbles hit the dirt while she was still getting into position. When she got into a squat the faucet turned on and let loose a warm and soothing shot against the ground. Belle’s cheeks flushed as the hiss of her urine drowned out everything else around her. She made it, but just barely. Even seconds more and her tights were toast.
“Damned bladder,” Belle whispered while looking down at her own lower lips and the stream jetting forth, “why can’t you just be normal? Why can’t you just let me go on long walks, or go on field trips, or join sports teams! Damn it.”
She heard padding steps, and she cut off her flow. But her muscles were so weak, so tired, that she immediately began to leak small dribbles again before she even attempted to pull up her tights.
“No, shoot, come on,” Belle whispered to no one as she tried to push herself further behind the trash while squirming around in a squat position.
A small lab puppy came bounding around the bushes, tongue out and excited to see her. It sniffed at the air, and strained against its extending collar to try to move closer.
“No, shoo doggy! Go!” She said, making a slapping motion in the dog’s direction to get it to go.
But the puppy didn’t listen, and as Belle feared an old man’s head peeked around the corner.
“What you see there, Duke?” The old man said, then his eyes went wide when he spotted Belle. “Oh my!”
Belle squeaked as the old grandpa pulled back out of sight and pulled at Duke’s leash.
“Come on, leave her alone you silly dog,” He said in a whispered tone.
Duke took a last sniff at the ground where her pee trail ended, and then went back with his owner.
Belle let out a sad sob, and put her head in her hands. She still had to go to school after this. But at least she was dry. She didn’t know this old man, her reputation wouldn’t suffer for this.
She shook herself dry as best she could, and then pulled up her tights and ran from the bushes back toward the sidewalk. |
Got caught under the heat dome. No way I was writing anything while it was 30 degrees too hot every day. Anyway, here goes chapter 2!
Belle's Longest School Day
Part 2: Long Equation Problem
Desperation, Humiliation, Accident
Up ahead she could see more students loitering around the front of the school. The outer wall was old and made of brown stone, and before the first warning bell rang it was common for people to sit right outside and chit chat. Belle didn’t have that luxury today. She usually arrived a little early so she could be prepared for the day, and now her detour meant she was going to get there just in time for the warning bell.
The sidewalk came to a corner right across from the school, and a brunette girl with her hair tied back in two large French braids came around the corner.
Belle smiled and waved, “Tiffany!”
Tiffany noticed her right away, and motioned for her to come catch up. As Belle got closer, Tiffany tilted her head back and looked Belle up and down with a smug expression. She let out a cat-call whistle, and Belle rolled her eyes.
“Dang girl,” Tiffany said, “I knew those tights would look good with the uniform, you can thank me anytime.”
Belle shook her head, “Okay, thanks. But really, I almost ruined them on the way over here.”
They crossed the street when it was clear. Tiffany looked at Belle with a raised eyebrow, a small touch of worry behind her confusion.
“What happened?” Tiffany asked.
There were a pair of girls right in front of the school’s sign, a bronze plaque for ‘Tina L. Comet High School’, and as Belle and Tiffany walked past they gave the girls a long stare. It wasn’t anything that Belle wasn’t used to. Her reputation at the school was mixed. Her grades were excellent, she was a top student, but everyone knew there was something a little off about her, and rumors were everywhere. One month she was a lesbian, and the next rumor was she had some debilitating disease. None of it ever made sense, or got close to her real secret.
“One second,” Belle said, shooting a glance at the girls they were passing by. Tiffany rolled her eyes, but kept quiet as they walked into the courtyard and got some distance from anyone that might overhear.
Belle leaned in, and whispered to Tiffany, “I had to stop and go in a bush on the way here. I forgot to go before I left home.”
Tiffany’s eyes went wide, “Oh, gross!”
Belle blushed, and Tiffany reconsidered her reaction.
“I mean, I’m sorry for you girl. But sounds like you made it okay.”
Belle sighed, “Yeah. But now I just want to run to the bathroom and get ready for the day.”
Tiffany nodded, “I’ll come with you. One at the end of the hall?”
There was a small bathroom that Belle liked to change in. It was really just one stall, so it had an internal lock. It was far out of the way of anything, so she could really only make it there in the mornings before classes. Still, it was a peaceful place where she could get changed into her diaper after her usually peaceful morning walks. Today she really needed that little bit of security, in case she was caught out.
Belle nodded. She lead the way into the school, and they walked past many different students heading here and there. When they got to a long hallway, they turned against the traffic that was mostly heading toward the center of the school, and headed down to a dead end. There, behind a vending machine, was a blue door labeled ‘restroom’.
They both went through, and were greeted with a tiny tiled bathroom with one sink on the left and one stall on the right. There was a small awning window so high up that Belle couldn’t close it if she wanted to. But the bathroom was usually muggy this time of year, so she wasn’t even thinking about that.
Tiffany turned and locked the door when they got in. “Be quick.”
Belle blushed at the realization of how normal this was for Tiffany as her friend. Somehow she roped Tiffany into hearing about her silly problem, and Tiffany was the only student who knew what she wore under her skirt. She didn’t trust anyone else with that information, and it wasn’t like Tiffany was her only friend at school.
Belle went into the stall and put her bag down on top of the toilet. She unzipped it, and dug around inside. Her fingers ran over her books, some notebooks, a pencil box, some personal items, but she couldn’t find what she was looking for. She paused, and then dug around a little more. A deep dread flowed down her chest and settled in her stomach. Belle pulled the bag open with both hands and peered inside, then started to toss her books back and forth to look. Then she pulled them out one by one and stacked them on the floor.
“AAAAGH!” Belle shouted.
“You okay in there?” Tiffany asked after a pause.
“No,” Belle sobbed, “I… I think I left it at home.”
“You did what,” Tiffany whispered aggressively.
Belle opened the stall door and walked out, “It isn’t in my bag. I forgot to put one in from my new case.”
“Okay,” Tiffany said, turning from the bathroom door to face Belle, “we’ll figure something out. Maybe we can go ask your dad to-”
The warning bell rang. They didn’t have long to get to their first class now. Actually, from this out of the way bathroom, Belle was going to be late if she didn’t leave right away.
“I’ll be okay for one class,” Belle said as she grabbed her bag, “don’t worry about me. I’ll try to call my dad between classes.”
Tiffany didn’t seem as sure, but with the bell ringing out in the hall they have a choice to sit around and argue about it. Both girls grabbed their bags and went out into the hall.
“See you at lunch then,” Tiffany said, throwing up a peace sign as she split from Belle and headed upstairs.
Belle waved goodbye to her, smiling as Tiffany vanished from sight. As soon as Tiffany was out of sight, Belle’s smile faded into a frown. She could only fake confidence for so long. She was going to have to go a full day without any protection, and that thought was already nagging at the back of her head. After her incident on the way to school, it was hard to imagine the day going well.
Her first class of the day was Mrs. Greenblatt, Calculus. Belle barely understood Calculus, and she understood Mrs. Greenblatt even less. Usually the class was uneventful though, with Belle just taking the best notes she could and hoping to get an okay grade on tests. Today didn’t have to be any different. She didn’t do any excessive drinking, and usually she would use the bathroom between Calculus and English. If her body would behave, for once, everything would be fine.
Belle took a deep breath and headed for class. The classroom was typical, the board already had the teacher’s laptop projected to the board where there was a mess of equations already written up there to work on. They were supposed to come in, take out their notes, and then solve some simple questions before class even started.
Belle looked for a seat near the back of class. She usually sat close to the front, but today she didn’t want to be called on, and she didn’t want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to wait out the clock and she could figure out a solution to her undergarment problems between classes.
A desk was open near the back corner, and Belle walked a straight path there. She sat down and tried to get comfortable before the belle started class officially. Mrs. Greenblatt, a tall brown haired woman with thick glasses, was writing notes in a notebook in front of her laptop at the front. If it was like any other day of class, Mrs. Greenblatt wasn’t even going to look at any of them until the bell rang.
A young looking guy with black hair came and sat down in the desk next to Belle. She sat up slightly as he did. She didn’t expect someone to choose to come sit next to her. The boy, and she didn’t know his name, didn’t seem to even notice that he did it. He slumped into his seat, and let out a huff of exhaustion before realizing he had to answer some questions before class started. Like Belle, he got out a piece of paper and started to fill out the easy pre-class work.
Having someone sitting that close to Belle was an unfortunate reminder that she wasn’t actually wearing any panties. It didn’t really matter, since she was wearing tights. Still, in her mind, she felt strange. Despite her walks to school with no undies on, she didn’t see herself as an exhibitionist. She didn’t get any kind of sexual thrill off of not anything on the walk to school. It was just… refreshing, especially since she spent most of her days taped into a diaper. It was the only time of day she could walk around without fear of the crinkling and shifting protection she had to wear.
Now she had to spend a whole day in that exposed state. Belle looked over at the boy, and she saw him glance back out of the corner of his eye. She looked away, and focused on her own work. She finished just in time, though she wasn’t sure how much of it was right.
Mrs. Greenblatt began her lesson, “Okay everyone, I hope you have everything up here down, because after I review the answers, I’m going to jump right into the next section, and that is the hard part.”
As the teacher went over the answers, Belle realized that she did not, in fact, have it down. She got all of the practice questions wrong. She let out a groan of frustration, but she was so far back in the class that Mrs. Greenblatt either didn’t care or didn’t hear her, and moved on. They were thrown right into a new set of equations, and Belle pulled out her notebook to take more notes, while occasionally glancing at her practice questions to figure out where she went wrong.
She felt tense, and a little stupid. She was bouncing between looking at her desk, Mrs. Greenblatt, and the board, all the while tapping her foot to keep herself focused on her work. Something was making her feel extra stressed, extra pent up.
Belle gasped as she realized, she had to pee. It wasn’t some sudden urgency, but it was unexpected. On any typical day, she didn’t even think of going to the bathroom yet, but today everything was all wrong. Her bladder was up and overactive.
She squeezed her thighs as a sort of self-check. There was a dull ache below her stomach. She definitely had to go, her bladder was slowly filling even as she sat there trying to look at stupid math problems that looked like someone spilled a bunch of extra ink on the page. But she had already been taking notes for some time, there was always the possibility class was almost over. Maybe her bladder was just set ahead a little, and she would be fine.
Belle looked at the clock, she had 10 minutes of class left.
A bead of sweat slid down Belle’s back. Ten minutes wasn’t bad, it wasn’t the worst, but thinking about it right then it sounded like an eternity. Belle pressed herself down in her seat, but she couldn’t get comfortable in the hard plastic. There was no way to really press herself against the hard and clammy material.
That was part of what she hated about school, the chairs. It didn’t matter what classroom, all of the seats were uncomfortable. Whenever she did feel an urge to go to the bathroom, she was stuck sitting in uncomfortable seats that seemed designed as a torture device to keep prisoners awake. Maybe that was just her, but it held true in Mrs. Greenblatt’s classroom. Since she couldn’t get comfortable, all she could do is occasionally shift her rear in her seat to try to find a better position.
For a moment she worried about her tights. They weren’t some thick material meant to take a beating. If she kept dancing around too much, it was possible she could run a hole in them! That worry was just one more thing to pile on her plate. It was one more thought to keep her away from thinking about the real problem. If she didn’t keep up her defenses, she was going to leak right there in class!
She looked at the clock again, and only a minute had passed.
Belle tried to look at it all logically. She just used the bathroom out in the park. When she got to school she had no urge to go at all. She didn’t have anything to drink in the morning so it wasn’t like she was filled to the brim with water. She didn’t have to pee, there was no way she really had to go. This was a false positive, a problem that she had all the time. If she went to the bathroom she would be welcomed by a few drips, maybe a short stream, and then she would wonder what all the worry was for.
Belle slid from her right cheek to her left, her knees rubbing against each other. She had to wonder what happened if she was wrong. It wasn’t like she could just sit in her chair and relax all of her muscles. She had to keep everything tense, because even a little leak would be humiliating. She started tapping her pencil on her desk, and her eyes continuously snapped between Mrs. Greenblatt and the clock.
“Hey,” The boy next to Belle whispered.
A small snap of alarm went through her body, and she squeezed her thighs together as she turned away from the teacher to look at him.
“You okay?” He asked, an eyebrow raised just enough that it destroyed the illusion of complete apathy that he had before.
Belle bit her lip as she felt a small tinge of pressure rise up. “Oh yeah, I’m fine just… surprise how hard some of this stuff is, you know. I should have taken better notes.”
Her face was warm. She tried to sit still while he still looked at her, but a sudden tremble through her muscles made her shift her hips in her seat. She played it off by moving to leaning on her elbow as if to pay more attention to him.
The boy nodded, and then went back to paying attention to his own desk, and Belle almost let out a loud sigh of relief.
“Please pay attention back there you two,” Mrs. Greenblatt said from the front.
Belle turned forward again, her heart thumping in her chest as she saw the teacher looking between them. Belle didn’t want to get in trouble, not today. She was a good student, and she was struggling with this class enough that she didn’t need to lose Mrs. Greenblatt’s faith as well.
“Of course, sorry!” Belle said with a smile. Mrs. Greenblatt went back to work explaining the concepts from the practice lessons and the chapter ahead.
Belle felt a sudden urge hit her, and for a moment she really worried that she would leak a little. Her thighs tensed up and she leaned forward in her seat just a little. If she let out even a drop, it was going to stain her nice white tights. If she let out anything more than a drop, then she was going to leave a little puddle for anyone to see once she got up to leave class. She had to hold in everything, she couldn’t let her stupid overactive bladder ruin her life!
She fought off that wave, but she realized she was truly desperate now. There was an option she didn’t want to use, but now it was possibly her only choice. She could ask Mrs. Greenblatt for a chance to use the bathroom. Mrs. Greenblatt was usually pretty lenient, and Belle knew exactly how every teacher felt about bathroom visits. But today was an important class day, so that was a chance that she might be denied.
Another wave of desperation came along, and Belle sat up straight as she snuck her right hand under her desk to press between her legs. She pressed her skirt and the tights into herself, that soft white fabric squeezing on her womanly hole in a last ditch effort to keep everything contained. Her eyes were watering, she was on the edge of tears.
“Psst,” hissed the boy next to her, “Hey.”
Belle snapped out of her concentration and pulled her supportive hand out from between her thighs. When she looked over he was holding a small stack of papers out for her, while looking away. She didn’t know what they were, so she grabbed them and put them on her desk to take a look. They were math notes, his math notes. It seemed that he took rather extensive notes, and thought Belle could use a little help.
She peeked in his direction, and he shot her a glance out the corner of his eyes. She gave him a nervous smile and a thumbs up, then turned back to the lesson. He must have believed her little lie that she was nervous about class. She didn’t expect him to be that helpful, especially since they never talked before. Looking at the notes, they really would help her.
Unfortunately, the only way she could pretend that his notes were the solution to her problems would be if she waited out the last five minutes of class without so much fidgeting. Which she would have loved to do, if she wasn’t on the edge of filling her seat and more.
Belle bit her lip as she tried to go back to concentrating on class. The teacher was spilling out concepts nonstop, writing new ideas and elaborations on old ideas. Belle wanted to concentrate on taking notes, but every moment was filled with small pinpricks of pressure below the waist. She felt like her bladder was a sheet of ice holding back a flood, and everything was slowly coming to room temperature.
She squeezed her thighs against each other and leaned forward, then thought about the boy and tried to sit back up again. She could last, if only to make sure his gift wasn’t in vain. She only had a few more minutes, she was sure.
Belle looked up at the clock again, and saw that only a minute had passed. There was no way she would make it, she was going to leak!
Belle’s hand shot up into the air and held there. When Mrs. Greenblatt didn’t immediately notice, she waggled it back and forth in a desperate attempt to get the teacher to notice her.
“Yes, Belle?” Mrs. Greenblatt said in a slow and even tone.
“Ma’am, I know class is almost over, but can I please run to the restroom?” Belle blurted out too fast and too loud. Her face immediately went crimson as she realized everyone in the class was turning back to look at her. A round of giggles came from several classmates, but she was beyond the point where she wanted to negotiate. She could already imagine the process of trying to be vague, and Greenblatt denying her.
Mrs. Greenblatt started to look at the clock on the wall, but Belle waved her hand in the air again and added, “Please, it is an emergency.”
The teacher looked at her with focused eyes for a moment, swallowed, but then her expression swallowed. Belle liked to imagine that Mrs. Greenblatt had some past experiences of her own, and that was why she was so lenient. She was also the teacher most likely to ‘step out of the classroom’ during tests and reading, and Belle imagined Mrs. Greenblatt used those as a chance for potty breaks.
“Go ahead,” Mrs. Greenblatt said, “no running though.”
Belle let out a sigh of relief and pulled herself out of her seat. She tightened up every muscle against the small torrent she wanted to unleash, and then walked up the rows of seats. She couldn’t hold herself while walking through class, she would never live it down. This was already bad enough! Everyone was watching her, judging her, and she could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Mrs. Greenblatt had a pass held out for her when she got to the front, and Belle grabbed it and stepped out of the classroom.
Nearest bathroom was down the hall to her left, along the right side, not far. She took enough steps to get out of sight of her class, and changed her assessment. She really was on the edge of letting everything loose. She took a few more steps and a jolt through her bladder made it spasm. She gasped and a hand shot between her legs to hold herself. Everything between her legs felt far too warm, and a little damp. This was her worst day all over again, except if she lost it now then waves of students were going to come spilling out into the hall any minute.
“Come on,” Belle whispered to herself, “you’ve got this Belle, you’ve got this.”
Someone was coming down the hall from the opposite end of her. She could hear their footsteps approaching. She pulled her hand free and stood up. It seemed like the guy didn’t really notice her until she stood, and while she gave them a nervous smile and a chuckle, the guy just raised an eyebrow at her and kept walking. He kept watching her even as he walked past. Belle didn’t dare take a step without a hand pressed into her crotch to support her, so she just stood there, all of her muscles tight.
The boy turned and walked normally, and Belle let out a sigh of relief.
Then she felt a small warm squirt release.
“Oh shit, no,” She hissed as her hand shot back between her legs. She bent forward and held on tight, and it seemed like she had it contained for a moment. She couldn’t feel anything different on her hand, so hopefully her tights absorbed it just fine. But she didn’t want that to happen either! Her new white tights, she didn’t want to ruin them. She had to hurry to the bathroom.
She kept going forward, bent forward, hand squeezed in the vice grip of her thighs. She could see the bathroom on the right, just past a vending machine. She was right there, so close. She crossed from the left side of the hall to the right, taking small rapid steps.
As her hand reached for the door a new wave of pressure squeezed at her bladder, and Belle let out a small squeak of panic. She held on tight, but even then she felt another small burst escape her, she even felt it on her hand as a spreading warmth. She was really leaking now, this was her limit, and only one class after she already peed in the park!
“No, no, no, not now, not in the tights please,” Belle sobbed as she pushed through the door.
This close to the bell, the bathroom was empty. All she had to do was make it to the closest stall. She hobbled over there, squeezing with all her might to keep everything contained. She pushed the stall door open and could see her destination, a mostly pristine toilet.
Her body had to know that relief was here, because her muscles began to falter. No sooner than she felt relief at the sight of the can, a shiver went up her spine and her muscles began to release. She locked in place, trying to keep everything contained so she could make the last few steps, but no matter how many times her left leg was twisted over the right, her sphincters were through, and a long hiss echoed in the small bathroom’s tiled acoustics.
“Ah!” Belle gasped as she felt the sudden heat and heard the first trickles on the tile floor.
A real tear rolled down her face as she wobbled in place right in front of the toilet, trying to get enough strength to at least release her legs and turn around. She grimaced as another jet released, this one not absorbed by her tights at all, just a splatter along the tile.
Belle whipped down the soggy tights now, and turned toward the toilet. Her body responded with a spray that kind of made it into the toilet before she got over the water and released into the bowl. She collapsed onto the seat and let out a sigh as the last of her bladder spilled out. Her body trembled, it was an insane relief to let the last of it go after trying to hold it so hard.
Then she heard the bell ring, and realized that she was in the bathroom with the stall door open and a clear splatter of urine on the tile right in front of her. She kicked the stall door closed, and then lowered her head in shame.
She didn’t even have much more pee to let out. There wasn’t much in her, just like she thought. It just refused to be contained. Why her bladder was being so temperamental today, Belle didn’t know. But it was going to be the death of her. |
"Aaaaaaaaaaand,Min-Min has been K.O.'D!" Biff said. Half of the crowd started cheering the other half either stayed silent of booed.
"The winner is....TWINTELLE!" Biff yelled. Twintelle slowly walked around the arena,shaking her hips in a seductive manner. She smiled and blew a kiss at her fans. While she was waving however,she was swaying her hips a little and rubbing her knees together. She got out of the arena and entered the hallway. She sighed.
"It feels nice to have a big audience. But it can be so nerve wracking to have so many eyes on you... It's a good thing i was able to hold it for so long..." Twintelle said while placing her hands between her legs.
Ever since the tournament started,she had been holding her pee in for 5 matches. And she had drank a few cups of tea that quickly made its way to her bladder during all those matches. Combined with all the punches she received during the matches,it was a miracle that she was able to hold it in without any leaks. But the matches were finally over and she had some business to take care of. However,that turned out to be a little difficult.Because the second she exited the hallway,there was a crowd waiting for her at the end. The crowd very quickly swarmed her and started bombarding her with comments.
"TWINTELLE,I'M SUCH HUGE FAN!"
"CAN YOU SIGN MY HAIR?"
"WHAT PRODUCTS TO YOU USE?"
"HOW CAN YOU USE YOUR HAIR AS ARMS?"
Twintelle smiled and tried to get through the crowd,while trying to answer as many questions. However,a few of the people in the crowd tried touching her hair.
"H-HEY! Please don't do that!" She said as she quickly covered her hair.
The fan apologized and quickly retracted their hand. After a while,Twintelle was able to escape the crowd and she made it to the door of the locker room. She ran her hands through her hair and groaned. It wasn't the first time someone tried to get a hold of some of her hair. Some people wanted to keep it as a memento. but other people, Mostly ARMS-Scientists, tried to get some to figure out how her hair works. So far twintelle refused to tell them her secret. But thoughts were quickly replaced by a more urgent matter;taking care of her full bladder. Twintelle crossed her legs and hunched over. once she was prepared,she opened the locker room and closed the door.
"Good match there,Twintelle!" Ribbon Girl said as she coiled up her ARMS to make them look like...well..regular arms.
"M-Merci..." Twintelle said nervously as she tried making her way to the toilet. Suddenly,Lola pop landed in front of her and smiled.
"That was quite a good show,you really know to make a spectacle!"
Twintelle smiled and tried to get walk past the clown.
"But uhh,serious question. Are you ever gonna tell us how your hair-"
"Pardon,i gotta take care of something!" Twintelle said as she ran to the toilet door and slammed it shut. Lola glanced at Ribbon Girl,who simply gave her a shrug.
Twintelle turned around and stood still for a few seconds.
"Don't leak,don't leak,don't leak..." She thought to herself. Once she was certain she had her bladder under control,she looked at the toilet and smiled. At last,she was waiting too long for this. She approached the toilet and reached for the toilet paper. She placed a few blocks on the toilet seat and then tried to pull down her pants. She did have a little bit of trouble at first,but she was able to get them down without losing control of her bladder.
"I swear,my butt isn't that big..." She said as she reached for her panties. She had seen those fans. Those who only ever seemed to talk about how "thicc" she was. She couldn't tell if she liked that attention or not. She then pulled down her cream-colored panties. She sad down and relaxed. A powerful spray of urine escaped and splattered against the toilet bowl.
"Ahhhhh.....mon dieu...." Twintelle whispered to herself as she leaned her body back and closed her eyes. She felt like she was in heaven. She let out a quiet moan,but quickly covered her mouth and looked at the door. She didn't want the girls outside to hear all the indecent noises coming out of her. She didn't hear any comments,so she relaxed again and placed her hands on her thighs as she waited for her bladder to be completely empty. The Silver Screen queen looked at her panties and was happy to see that she hadn't leaked. Those panties were made from high quality fabric and she didn't want to ruin them even slightly. with the feeling of relief now gone,she closed her eyes and waited until her stream started getting weaker. Eventually,it completely stopped,with only a few drops coming out. She grabbed some more toilet paper,this time she used it to wipe herself clean. Once that was done,she got up and pulled her pants and panties back up. After struggling a little,she turned around and picked up all the toilet paper to drop it all into the toilet bowl. She flushed the toilet and then walked towards the sink with a smile,free from all the stress she felt. However,another thought weighed in on her mind.
"I really shouldn't make a habit out of this..." Twintelle said. It wasn't first time she had to hold it until she was at her limit. And if she kept drinking cups of tea before the match like she did today,it sure wasn't gonna be the last. |
I made a huge mistake. Alcohol before bed had been a big no-no since I was 16 and struggling with bedwetting. My mom said it was because I hit a growth spurt and went from 5'6" to 5'9" between 15 and 16 years old. A very painful year, let me tell you. My bladder just hadn't caught up yet, but I would grow into it, she said. And I did for the most part, but there were still a lingering weakness in my bladder even now. Sometimes I would leak a little when surprised or with sneezes and coughs even if there wasn't much in the tank, but a lot of women experience that. The big thing for me was alcohol. I had my first daytime wetting accident when I was 16 and drunk for the very first time. There was a big party being held at an old barn out in bumfuck nowhere. Most of our high school was there, some kids were playing music and the whole space was lite up by flood lights in the back of someone's truck. A few chairs had been set out around a fire and a beer pong table had been set up. I was standing around sipping my fourth or fifth drink of the night and watching a game of beer pong my friend was participating in when I felt something wet on the inside of my thigh. Somehow, I was leaking without even feeling it. I was wearing a dress so no one else could tell. I frantically looked around for somewhere to pee, but knew there wasn't going to be anything. Most of the guys were peeing behind the barn and some of the braver girls too, but I wasn't one of them and it was too late. Piss was already running down my legs into my sandals. It wasn't torrential, just a slow unstoppable trickle. If it was for the feeling of sticky wetness, I don't think I would have noticed. There was no feeling of it leaving my urethra or even pressure in my bladder telling me I had to pee. The alcohol completely numbed me to those feelings. Urine quietly soaked into the ground around my feet and no one was any wiser. It happened twice that night and the next morning I woke up with wet sheets. Ever since, I've avoided drinking and my friends have a reliable designated driver.
Now at 27, I finally gave in to peer pressure. I had successfully defended my dissertation and been awarded my PhD in chemical engineering. My friends and roommates wanted to throw a little party for me. I told myself it had been over a decade since that party and I had a much better control over my body. There were no more wet mornings and little daytime leaks were rare. So I had a celebratory shot. And another because apparently we couldn't just do one. And then a beer for sipping and a second and third magically replaced the first when my friend, Suzy, noticed it getting low. After that, things got a little fuzzy. There was definitely more drinking, and at some point people left and my roommate, Ally, put me to bed. And now it was the next morning and my bladder felt like a boulder weighing me down. A slight dampness on my panties told me a leak had been what woke me up. Not a full wetting. It hadn't even gotten to my butt.
God, did I feel full. My memory of getting to bed was hazy, but I must have skipped my regular bathroom visit before I fell asleep. I threw my blanket off to see what the damage was. The first thing I saw was my bloated abdomen. A bugle like a late second trimester pregnancy obscured the view of my crotch. Upon closer inspection I saw I was wearing a thin white cotton t-shirt and grey cotton granny panties. The panties had a half dollar sized wet spot. An intense cramp hit hard causing me to curl forward involuntarily. The motion compacted my bladder and a little spurt of urine hit my panties. A dribble ran down to my butt and likely dampening my sheet. I needed to solve this quick! But it felt like any move I could take to get out of bed would end in a soaking. I had a king sized bed pressed into the corner of my room and I was laying close to the wall. It would take at least 2 barrel rolls to get to the edge and stand up and that's not even counting the trek from my bed to the bathroom. There was absolutely no way I would make. At best I would far enough to soak the carpet in the hallway.
I looked around. Desperate for some kind of receptacle for my pee. There was a trash can under my desk, but I hadn't put a new bag in it since I last emptied it and I was sure there was a crack on the bottom. Did I have a water bottle laying around somewhere? A quick scan told me no. Another wave hit me followed by a second long leak. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes from the intense pain of the whole ordeal. There was a definite wet spot under me at this point. My eyes landed on the body pillow that I press along the wall to keep me from hitting my head when I roll in my sleep. It might be able to absorb enough pee to alleviate the pain and allow me to make it to the bathroom. The worst cramp yet rolled over me, making my decision for me. A powerful spurt shot though my panties onto the sheet. I grabbed the pillow as the spurt started to turn into a genuine stream and shoved it between my legs. The dam broke. It was like a fire hose. I could feel through the pillow just how powerfully my piss was pouring out of me. Gravity then started to assert itself and I could feel some of the pee dripping down to my bed. I rolled up to a kneeling position, keeping the pillow between my legs, my stream still going strong. The part of the pillow I was kneeling over was nearly saturated. I had to cut off my stream soon or else my bed was going to get wet despite my efforts. I tried clenching, but nothing happened. Closing my legs did nothing what with the pillow trapped between my legs. I edged my way down the pillow so I was at least soaking a somewhat dryer spot and gave up trying to stop the flow, just relaxing into it. I could feel it soaking into the bedding around my knees and the pillow was hot and heavy, completely full with my pee. Soon, the stream started to die down and then came to a complete stop. I just sat there for a minute after I finished shocked and surprisingly aroused by what I had done. The feeling of the warm wet pillow between my legs sent a pleasant shiver down my spine and a new sort of wetness was accumulating between my thighs. I gave my hips a bit of a rock and grind motion. The move squeezed a bit of urine out onto my thighs and bed. I had to stop before I made an even bigger mess of my bed. Getting out of bed, trailing drops of pee with every move, I tracked down a towel to give myself a quick wipe down. My clothes went into my laundry basket and I found some sweats and a tshirt. Once a little cleaned up, I reexamined my mess. There was a small (maybe not so small) part of me that was absurdly proud of how much pee I had been holding. The pillow was soaked, end to end and there was a wet patch on my bed about two feet in diameter. This was going to be a bitch to clean up, but even so, I couldn't help smiling. |
How the Scholarship Works:
Chapter1:
A four foot eight darker tan girl with a round plushy child-like face sat in the passenger seat, her black bangs just long enough to cover her amber eyes from view, and her other black locks falling wildly to each side of her face in a rat’s nest of tangles. She smelled because she hadn’t bathed in almost three days, and her short blue jean shorts that didn’t quite cover the tops of her panties had a tear in the right legging that exposed her panty bottoms along the back of her thigh. Her yellow shirt that barely had sleeves was stained and dingy. She was a typical teenager from the poorest area of coban, a modest sized city in Guatemala.
Sitting next to her, in the driver’s seat, was a man with yellow balding hair near the top of his head and blue sparkling eyes. He was nearly six foot three. Quite the contrast to the short teen, the man was wearing a crisp white clean button down short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jean trousers that more than modestly covered him. He smelled more of soap and his hair of the shampoo that he had used not more than a couple of hours earlier.
The girl was not really ashamed of what she was wearing, how she smelled, or that her panties were practically visible because this was what she had to wear most of her life since she could remember. All of her clothes were stained, even when she first got them since they were all hand-me-downs that people donated to her poor family. None of her clothes ever fit her properly, always having holes in the most intimate places, so that she was used to people seeing parts of her panties and she always wore an undershirt because otherwise, they would see her bra, not that even at the age of nineteen, she had a bosom that even required one.
She did try to clean up a bit in the nearby lake that morning because she was going somewhere important with a man that claimed to have her future in his hands, but the lake could only get you so clean. In her own home, the water wasn’t working properly again, and so there was no way they could fill the tub with nice warm water for a proper bath. There was no working shower since she could even remember.
“Your clothes are not appropriate for our school,” the man had told the young girl back at her aunt and uncle’s house. “They are too… inappropriate for the college I represent.”
She could understand what he meant when she saw how nice he looked, even when they were just going to be on the road for the next few days. She nodded and left all of her clothes at home, not even bringing one change of clothes with her.
“We’ll, that is the school, will get you some decent clothes,” the man had told the young girl. “It’s all a part of the scholarship that you’ve won.”
Breanna was ashamed that she had to rely on the school’s money to get her something decent to wear, but she was also a bit excited to actually get to get some hand-me-downs that might actually look nice for once. She assumed it would be hand-me-downs. No one ever gave poor people new stuff after all. Who could afford to?
As they drove through the rough country, driving up and down rolling hills that was in the mountains with trees and bushes lining the sides of the one lane a-side-road, sprinkled dots of water started to pepper the windshield of the red and black four door hatchback. It had the effect that that Breanna could imagine some Central American god was spitting at her, and she understood perfectly why, if that were the case.
Breanna didn’t deserve any of this. Ever since she was around ten or eleven years old, she had been told how undeserving of a good home she really was, and that she was just lucky her aunt and uncle knew she was family.
You see, she came to live with her aunt and uncle when she was almost eleven years of age, and at that time, she was still growing out of some shameful childish habits like wetting the bed, and even in her pants at times. She didn’t really mean to wet her pants or the bed, but for some reason, she just couldn’t control herself long enough, especially when at school during classes, so she wet herself not only in fifth grade, but also in sixth grade, seventh grade, and sometimes, even in the eighth grade before her daytime wetting had mostly stopped enough that she had no more accidents at school.
She could still hear her aunt scolding her for that last time in eighth grade when she came to pick her up from school.
“Breanna! How old are you?” she had asked her the way she always started a scold when Breanna had wet her pants. “It’s no wonder your father abandoned you after your mother died of drug overdosing. You wet your pants like a baby, you eye drugs like it was candy, and you never do anything right, not even your homework!”
She felt her eyes tear up as she sat there in the car, knowing her aunt was right. She wondered why the school chose her. She surely didn’t write that good of an essay, and it likely had so many mistakes in it, that they probably wondered if someone in junior high or younger was trying to play a joke on them, trying to get into their school….
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Oswald glanced away from the road momentarily so he could see her sitting there, her head staring down at her lap, tears welling in her eyes, her body shaking with a vibration that had nothing to do with the ill-repaired roads that they were driving on.
Breanna sniffled and pulled her head up, sniffled to try to will her snot and tears to go back into her body to hide away. She looked over at the man and shook her head.
“No… nothing,” she whispered, through the raspy mostly air filled response gave away a different story.
“Honey, you can tell me. It’s okay. It’s just the two of us and no one in this car is going to judge you whatever reason you feel like crying, honey.”
She looked up at him. “I promise, I’m okay,” she was still having a hard time keeping mostly air out of her responses which made her voice sound strange, somewhere between a whisper and a voiced sound.
He smiled and turned back on the road.
“A lot of young people get homesick rather quickly when they realize they are on their way to school that would last four years,” he told her. “It’s alright to miss your family and to cry because you are scared.”
She shivered. “I’m not crying cause I’m scared,” she whimpered.
“Alright,” he said though his voice was sympathetic, and she wasn’t completely sure he believed her.
“I… I don’t deserve to win the scholarship,” she told him under her breath. “I think you guys mixed up the papers or something for the essay.”
He turned and looked over at her.
“What would make you say something like that?” he asked her.
“I just… I know I didn’t write better than anyone else that would be applying. I don’t even know why I tried to write an essay at all. I’m such a loser and never do anything right.”
Tears once again came pouring towards the fronts of her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks.
“Who told you that?” he asked her.
“It’s true,” she said. “Just ask me to spell anything you want. Ask me to write something. Tell me to do a math problem, or even….” She turned her head away too embarrassed to say anymore.
“Breanna, we pulled the right paper. There is nothing wrong with your writing,” he told her. “You have a lot of typical mistakes that a lot of young people make who have not yet gone to college, but there is nothing to indicate that you write any worse than anyone else.”
She just looked down at her lap, hearing the words that she had heard all her life since she was ten years old….
“You are such a loser! You are lucky your aunt and uncle put up with such a troublesome girl as you. You can’t do anything right! Do you still wet the bed? I bet you do. You are such a loser!”
The girl shook in her seat. She had not wet the bed in a couple of years, and her pants wetting in the day was mostly behind her, though if she did have to wait too long without being able to find somewhere private, she did leak into her panties once in a while.
The man turned to glance at her again.
“Sweetheart, you are the winner of our scholarship, and you did it because of your essay and because when I visited your home yesterday to interview you, you impressed me. You did this on your own, and you are NOT a loser.”
Breanna kept her head looking down at her lap.
“Didn’t my aunt tell you why I’m a loser?” she asked him knowing that her aunt had insisted on talking to him privately even without her hearing.
“Your aunt didn’t use that kind of word about you, baby.”
“But she told you why I shouldn’t qualify, didn’t she?”
He chuckled. “You mean like you just now tried to tell me why you didn’t think you qualified? Yeah. I told her that according to our interview, your essay, and what I picked up of samples of your high school work, you did qualify, and she shouldn’t worry about you failing school.”
Breanna shivered and keep her head down.
Outside the car, she could hear not only the rain that was picking up speed with the rate it fell from the sky, but she heard some mocking squawking laughing as though from one of those birds that sounding like loud laughing. The gods were mocking her.
“Can you pull over for a minute?” she asked the man once he had seemed to fall quiet from trying to convince her that she was not a waste of student space at his school.
“Honey, I’m afraid there is nowhere to really stop for a little distance. Why do you want to stop?”
“I gotta pee,” she whispered and blushed as she looked over at him.
“I can’t pull over here,” he told her. “I promised both your aunt and the school I’d look out for you until you get to the school, and that means watching for your safety.”
“But… there’s no one around. I’ll just go behind a bush at the side of the road. Please. I gotta go.”
“No,” he said as he continued to drive. “Just try to hold on a little longer, and when I see a decent place that is safer, I’ll stop then.”
Breanna put her hand on her stomach and nodded. She knew there was no point in continuing the conversation. He was in control of the car, and trying to take control from him would only make matters worse.
A half an hour later, she felt the first leak slip through her inner body, and spray from her folds into her panties. She wet her panties some, just like she always did if she didn’t get somewhere private in time. She hoped that that was going to be the extent of it, and he would find a place soon, but she also knew that there just weren’t that many rest areas on these roads.
She closed her eyes and put her hands between her bouncing legs, and rubbed her knees together, hoping she could get to a toilet before anymore came out.
The poor nineteen year old didn’t really know how much time had passed, when she started to stare at the floor, tried to shut off her muscle, and tried to keep from anymore coming out, but quite sometime later, she felt her muscle weaken, and a short stream took advantage, and peed a bit into her panties which then quickly went under her bottom and wet her bottom and she couldn’t help but feel her hand down under her shorts to make sure, but the car seat was barely damp.
“Please, Mr. Oswald. I’m going to wet my pants,” she said hoping he didn’t smell her or realize she had already leaked twice now.
He reached over and patted her arm. “If you wet, sweetie, you wet. There’s not much we can do about it until we find a safe place for you to go.”
Blushing, she nodded and felt herself pee some more into her panties, now knowing the seat was getting wet under her. Her legs picked up in speed as her leg bounced up and down as though a jackhammer was trying to break a hole in the car floor.
“Tell me the truth, honey. Are you already wet? Did you already go some in your panties, baby?”
She looked over at him. She was scared that he had caught her, scared he would yell at her, but even more scared not to tell him the truth now that he probably caught her.
“You always secretly pee your pants and go around dirty!” she heard a voice in the back of her mind. “No wonder everyone in town thinks you are a dirty girl! They must think we are the worst guardians ever, and you need to be spanked to learn not to do that!”
That was the voice of her uncle, who would then take her thirteen and even fourteen year old self back to the back room, pulled her pants and panties down, and then whip her butt until it was red and raw.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered up at him. “I can’t hold it.”
“I know,” he put another caring hand on her shoulder. “I’m not mad. I just want to know whether to stop or not.”
“What do you mean?”
“If your shorts are wet, and showing that you are wet, you’re going to be a lot more embarrassed to have everyone see you in wet shorts, that we can’t do anything about until we get where we can buy you some clean clothes than you are if you just wet all the way in front me, honey.”
She looked up at him. Was he inviting her to just finish in her pants?
“Open your legs, let’s see if your shorts are wet, baby.”
She was so scared and nervous that her leg continued trying to jackhammer a hole into the floor, but she, shaking, parted her knees and as she did, more pee started to escape into the seat, and made a small puddle in it.
“Yeah, you’re pretty wet, little girl. Just finish in your pants, honey. It’ll be less embarrassing for you than getting out and running to the toilet with those soaked things on, and everyone staring at you as go.”
Breanna bit her lower lip. Her uncle had certainly never told her to just wet herself. Even if he did see a damp spot under her, he would warn her it better not get any bigger unless she wanted to be spanked twice as much when they stopped.
“It’s okay, I promise,” the man next to her told her with a smile. “It’s not your fault, and I don’t want you to walk shamefully in front of a bunch of people showing them you wet yourself like a little girl until you have to, honey. And we both know it’s not your fault.”
“It’s not?” she asked confused. How was it not her fault? It was her body that peed and was still leaking under her despite him telling her she can just wet.
“No baby. You told me at least twice you had to go, but I’m not pulling over where I’m not sure it’s safe, and a little girl can only hold it for so long.”
“But I’m an adult,” she whimpered.
“So? Do you think an adult can hold it forever? If I have to go, I’ll stop on the side of the road, but I don’t have to try to go behind the bushes because I’m a man. All I have to do, is turn my back to you and the road, and no one can see me pee, but you’d have had to pull your pants down and everyone would see you naked unless you chanced going beyond the road-bush line, where it could be a sudden cliff, and you falling to your death.”
She frowned. What he said made sense. Boys sure had it easy. She continued to feel her panties getting more and more warm and wet every few minutes because it was just too hard now, to hold it. Eventually, the flood broke, she saw a lake rise up around her front even wetting the top of her shorts, some of it rolling over her left leg and back around to her bottom from over top before she could stop peeing. The lake between her legs seemed to take a few moments before it went back down under her wetting all over her butt and then pouring down into the floor.
“I wet,” she whispered up at him.
“You did,” he agreed whispering back to her. “And it’s okay.”
They continued driving, and now that she was already wet, when he saw a rest area, he just drove past it not thinking she’d want to stop like this, she supposed.
“How come you not yelling at me or threatening to turn the car around or spank me or something?” the girl looked up at Mr. Oswald, her face serious and her eyes narrowed at him as though she couldn’t understand his actions.
“Well, for one, you told me you had to use the bathroom, sweetheart. You told me not once, but at least three times before you finally just started really going. For two, it is not my place to spank you for wetting your pants whether you are nineteen years old or a child, and for three, I would never punish someone for causing themselves shame. You obviously didn’t do it on purpose, and whether you pee your pants or not has nothing to do with you getting the scholarship, honey.”
She felt her jaw drop at his explanations. Even at nineteen years old, she was sure that if her uncle or aunt caught her wetting her pants, they would most certainly be punishing her, and likely even spanking her like the little kid she just behaved like.
“Honey,” he looked over at her. “It’s not a punishment, but until your shorts dry out enough, I’m not going to stop anywhere for you to go in for anything. If I stop to get food, I’ll ask you what you want and bring it to you. If I get gas, I might use the bathroom, but if your shorts are still wet, and you gotta go, just go in your shorts, honey.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but then closed it, and then tried to open it to ask him why he wanted that, but then closed it again. She understood that he thought he was protecting her, but to wet her pants on purpose because her shorts were wet from her accident? Was that really reasonable? But then, she was sure people would stare at an adult that just wet her pants, wouldn’t they?
“I know,” he seemed to read her mind. “It’s not going to be easy to just sit there and wet your pants if we are near a toilet, but before we decide anything, we’ll check how wet your shorts are. If they could pass off as dry, I’ll let you go, but if they are wet, I don’t want you embarrassing yourself any more than you are by wetting in front of me, okay?”
She nodded with tears in her eyes.
“It’s not a punishment, but just to make sure you don’t have to deal with more than you already have to, sweetheart. I know you must be mortified at having wet yourself like a little girl.”
Breanna nodded.
He patted her arm a third time and even rubbed his hand up and down it.
“It’s honestly okay that you didn’t make it, sweetheart. We were going to have to buy you some other clothes before we crossed the border to the United States anyway. Our school would have really frowned on both of us if I brought you there with your panties showing out of both the tops of your shorts, and through the left ripped leg. And that shirt is so stained, that the school would wonder if I was taking care of the people I brought to the school at all if we arrived with you wearing that.”
Breanna blushed.
“It’s not your fault. I know what your Aunt and Uncle’s situation is, so of course you didn’t have anything decent in your drawers, which is why we left all your other clothes at home. You and I will get you some stuff to wear when we get to Guatemala.”
Of course, Guatemala was the capitol of the country named for the country.
They drove along for quite some time, and when she did have to pee again, he demanded she move over on her hip, and let him see under her, the back of her shorts and the seat, and then he let her sit again.
“Just wet your pants,” he told her. “You’re too wet to stop somewhere without anyone seeing, so you’re not getting out of the car until we get to Guatemala City.”
She frowned. “For real?”
“For real, sweetheart. Feel your hand on your shorts if you don’t believe me that you are too wet to get out.”
She knew she was wet. She could feel it on her bottom without having to check with her hand.
“But if I just wet on purpose, like… like a baby….”
“Not a baby,” he whispered over at her. “Like an eleven year old that has already had one accident, and doesn’t have anywhere to go again. Think of it like what a child would do, if she was trapped and already wet, honey. Because honestly, you are not going to want to go into a store in an adult mindset the way you are anyway, are you?”
Breanna looked at him knitting her eyebrows and her mouth forming a small pouty smile.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you are going to end up going into the clothing store with me in those wet clothes, and even if they dry even a little, people are going to notice that you’ve peed, right?”
Tears threatened her eyes again. She nodded.
“You are short enough with an innocent looking enough of a face, you could pull off looking a lot younger. Wetting as a child is pretty embarrassing, but which would embarrass you more, people thinking a dirty adult woman peed her pants while we are getting your clothes, or a little kid that couldn’t hold it long enough while traveling, had had an accident in the car?”
She looked down at her wet shorts. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was less embarrassing if people thought she was a little kid that wet herself. But how old did he think she could pull off looking. If he was thinking fifteen years old, that’s really not that much less of an adult than a nineteen year old.
“Just pretend to be my little eleven year old daughter. I’ll explain that we were on the road from Coban, and that you just couldn’t hold it all the way here, and you were scared to pee in public with people passing on the road, so you tried to hold it, but couldn’t.”
The girl frowned and looked up at him. “But you were the one that was scared of me going….”
“Alright, I’ll them everyone I didn’t want you running off of the road to go, and so I wouldn’t pull over for you because you couldn’t promise to pee in front of your daddy. Most eleven year olds wouldn’t want to pee in front of their daddies, especially with other cars passing by, too, right?”
She nodded with a sigh. “So, when we are shopping, you’ll pretend I’m eleven, and I had an accident in my pants because the rest areas were too far apart?”
“That’s the plan, honey.”
She nodded. “So, you spank me when we get to the store, and after I change my pants?”
“No. I’m not spanking you, another or real child, or even my own for an accident in your pants, honey. An accident means you didn’t mean to do it, so there is no reason to punish you for something you just couldn’t control. You did what you could. You asked me to pull over, and I didn’t want you to just pull your pants down in the car on purpose… so you were a good girl.”
She looked up at him again, really trying to understand why he kept saying she was a good girl and that wetting her pants was really okay. They got just into the capitol city when her bladder gave out, because she really couldn’t get comfortable with going on purpose even if he did tell her to, and she wet herself literally, moments before they pulled into the parking lot for a huge department store.
“Here we are,” he told her. “Now, did you do as I told you and wet your pants completely yet?”
She looked up at him with a frown.
“Honey, I don’t want you peeing on the floor in the store on purpose, and we can’t take you to the bathroom to change you until we get you some clean clothes, so I want you to be finished wetting before we go in.”
She signed and looked down at her lap.
“I think I finished….”
“Well, make sure. Push and see if anything comes out, honey.”
She did, and when she pushed, she surprised herself as she started wetting, and the water literally flooded the seat again and all over her pants. Come to think of it, she really had not experienced the real flood the second time. She just thought she had just peed so slowly that it just didn’t come out as a flood this time, but there it was, when made to push to see if she could wet, the flood came, and it kept coming and coming and coming.
She really had to pee, and before she was done, her seat was a soggy mess and the floor around her was soggy. She was surprised it didn’t make a lake on the floor.
“Finished?” he asked her when it looked like the waters had stopped.
She tried to push again to make sure. He wanted her to wet, and she didn’t want to make him mad at her, more mad, than he should be that she even already wet herself, twice, in his car. There was nothing left. She had completely wet, so she nodded.
“Good girl,” he leaned over and hugged her a moment with one arm, and then he got out, and she sat there, waiting for him to come to her side of the car, hesitating to get out in the sopping wet shorts she was wearing.
“Come on, baby,” he opened her door and helped her out getting her to her feet. “Embarrassed?”
She looked down at her feet, her shorts just sopping wet. She nodded.
“I know, honey.”
Before she could object, and surprised at his strength, he lifted her up and started to carry her, just as if she really was a child.
“Um…,” she wanted to object, but drawing too much attention, and people would surely look at her wet butt and know that she was probably in trouble for wetting, and if he was right, that she looked like a child, they would probably assume she was just being a brat because he was trying to get her into the store to get her some clean clothes, so she stopped herself from making a scene.
“Trust me, baby. You’ll thank me for carrying you like a child and taking care of you. No one needs to know you are any older than eleven years old.”
She nodded and sighed. Maybe he was right.
When they got into the store, he put her down next to the shopping carts, and had her get one to start pushing.
“Having a shopping cart in front of you will stop people seeing your wet shorts from the front, and ‘daddy’ will walk behind you also with my hands on it, so not so many people will get to see your wet butt, either, okay?”
She nodded. Tears slid down her face as she let him push the cart with her, feeling no older than seven years old like this, maybe even younger.
They pushed the cart, not towards the adult women’s section, but towards the preteen girls’ section.
Breanna looked up at the towering man and coughed lightly.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“We… we’re going to the children’s area,” she thought she was alerting him.
“I know, honey. You’ve wet your pants, and we need to get you some clothes, and if anyone sees you wet, they’ll definitely know we are getting a child some clothes by coming this way.”
She blushed. “So… um… I have to wear children’s clothes?”
“Do you want to go to the adult section and admit to everyone that a nineteen year old adult peed herself not once, but even did it a second time because she was asked to?”
Her face got really hot with embarrassment and she shook her head.
“Of course you don’t. So, it’s either kids’ clothes and I explain a little girl couldn’t hold it from Coban or it’s women’s clothes and everyone will assume a young adult just peed herself in the car for little to no reason.”
She sniffled and but went along with what he was doing, and he took her to the little preteen panty area. Preteen panties, well, that should just be plain or pastel panties that were more or less, mature looking? But no… he took her to the colorful panty area with some pictures of cartoon characters on the butts and on the fronts, even.
“Choose come cute panties, honey, like a child. Please.”
She was scared to argue with him. At least he wasn’t really scolding her or telling the whole store she had peed her pants. He really was acting like a daddy that was walking behind his wet little girl, trying to keep her accident as little noticed as possible.
Sighing, she eventually stood in front of the underwear rack looking at princess panties. She looked up at him.
“Are these kind of okay?” she asked as she pointed at the panties that were colored yellow, purple, light blue, pink, and so on with Disney princesses on the butts on some and on the fronts of others.
“Yes, honey. Now, what size can you comfortably get in. don’t tell me you don’t know, because with your height, I’m betting you’ve had to buy preteen panties before for one reason or another.”
She blushed. He was right. Her aunt had even threatened to buy her preteen panties, was it last year, when she had accidentally wet herself partway, when they had been at church, and she couldn’t get away in time, that her panties had gotten wet. She didn’t remember how or why her aunt had found out she was wet under her skirt, but they had gone right to a store, and her aunt had drug her to the preteen panties, just like this, actually, and made her point out a pair of the most childish panties she could fit into. Luckily, her aunt had gotten her all the way to the cashier, before as red faced as Breanna could be, the aunt said that they must have picked up the childish panties by accident, and let her off.
But he was not letting her off. It was either fully act like a child right now, or everyone in the store would know what a dirty woman she was. She couldn’t bare anyone knowing she was nineteen, wearing wet peed in shorts, and walking right next to him as if her daddy was trying to help her get clean clothes.
He had her pick out three different pairs of panties, one pair of purple with Jasmine on them, one lightblue with Ariel, and one pink with Elsa, the Snow Queen on it. Then, he walked her towards the jeans and skirts area for preteens.
She looked up at him for direction.
“Get a couple of plain pairs that just look normal,” he told her. “Even preteen girls sometimes wear just plain jeans. And then get a pair of cute shorts, one pair of cute jeans and one cute skirt.”
She did so. But if she was getting five clean bottoms, why only three pair of panties? She wasn’t really sure what he was thinking, but she figured better not think too much about it.
Once she had bottoms that he was satisfied with, he took her to get some nice tops. Again, he allowed her two plain looking tops and then three tops had to be cute.
After that, some undershirts, and then two pair of pajamas, some nicer shoes than she had on, and then they were back in a panty area, only, these panties looked even more juvenile than preteen panties.
“Um….”
“Honey, you need some panties for bed and our long car trip. These are the best kind if you are trying not to wet yourself, but leak in your panties.”
“But….”
He patted her back and whispered in her ear.
“You are a good little girl,” he told her. “I know you aren’t wetting on purpose. But I don’t expect it to get any easier to find toilets on the road until we get past the US border, and honey, that’s still four days away.”
She nodded.
“And your aunt told me that you do wet the bed at night.”
Her face went bright red when he said that.
“I do not!” she rasped in a whisper. “My aunt was just trying….”
“Your aunt showed me your bed mattress with all the stains from you wetting it.”
She looked down. No wonder he thought she could wet herself so easily. Her aunt had betrayed the family secret, though she had not actually wet the bed in at least a year and a half, she wasn’t really sure how to convince him that it was just old stains that he saw. How was a nineteen year old young woman to convince someone that she just wet until she was around seventeen? What other seventeen year old wets the bed?
“If you thought I wet the bed,” she finally gathered some strength to confront it while she looked over the more juvenile panties that definitely had a thicker feel as though they were made for little accidents. “How come you decided to still pick me for the scholarship?”
“I already answered that question earlier, baby. Your scholarship has nothing to do with whether you can keep your pants dry at night or daytime, or anything like that. It is about your eagerness to better your position in life, and your essay was inspirational.”
“But my essay was really bad, wasn’t it? I am bad at writing, always making the wrong word and spelling wrong, and it doesn’t make sense and stuff….”
“Honey, your essay was really good,” he put a hand on her shoulder and sent a strong feeling through her when he did that he was telling her what he really believed. “You need to believe in yourself a little more, sweetheart.”
She nodded. Of course, her aunt and uncle, and most of the people she had grown up for the last ten years or so would have been telling her the opposite. Her aunt knew just how immature and how much a loser she really was.
He helped her pick out five pairs of basically potty training panties, though they were not quite so small and not quite so babyish as that.
Once he had her clothes for her all ready to go, he made sure she was in position again, the cart blocking the front of her shorts and him standing behind her to block the view from behind, and they walked towards the checkout lines.
Well, it wasn’t completely hidden, and when they were in line, a girl, maybe around the age she was supposed to be, maybe a little younger, tugged at her mom and then pointed at Breanna.
“Mommy, look. That poor girl wet her pants.”
Her mother smiled at Breanna and waved, and then she hugged her own child and whispered to her.
“It’s not nice to point out other’s little booboos. Her daddy will take care of her, honey.”
The child nodded and said “Sorry.”
Oswald heard everything and he decided it was time to play up what he had told Breanna he would do.
“Well, what can an eleven year old do? We were driving all day, from Coban, and well, she’s eleven. You don’t expect her to go out on the side of the road where everyone can see, right?”
The woman smiled.
“And of course, I wouldn’t let her run off into the bushes because some of those places are just freefalls on the otherside of the bushline, so I told her to either squat on the road or get back in the car, and she got back in the car. I can’t blame her.”
The woman nodded approvingly. “You’re a good dad to not be mad at her for that. My husband would have killed our daughter if she didn’t just pee on the road like you told her to do, but I think it was wrong.”
“Didn’t you tell him that he shouldn’t force her to pee in front of people like that?”
“Um…. I…. Well, my kids need to know that you don’t fight about discipline in front of them, so I told my daughter to listen to her dad even though I didn’t like it.”
Oswald nodded. “Well, if anyone tells me I’m wrong for understanding my little girl’s need to be modest, they can just go… well, go somewhere they don’t like and live there. If my little girl wets her pants, that’s really just between me and my own little child, right?”
The woman nodded.
Then, she was at the counter and taking care of her things.
Breanna had blushed when they first started talking, but as they got into it, and the man was calling her modest, which was a good thing, and that whether she wet or not was really no one’s business but her daddy’s and if he wanted to let her be modest, and anyone that didn’t like that, could just die…. She started to feel better about the idea that he had said she was only eleven years old, and the lady bought it.
They eventually got to the front to pay for their stuff, and then he started to walk her over where the bathrooms were, but he stopped in front of the men’s room.
“I’m going there,” she pointed at the women’s.
“Honey, I don’t want you doing in there by yourself….”
As they were deciding, that same woman came by, and noticed their stand off.
“Your little girl feeling too old to go in the men’s with her daddy, huh?” she asked him.
“Yeah. But her mommy isn’t with us anymore, and I really feel nervous letting her go in there alone.”
“Maybe I could go in with her?”
“I appreciate it, but no. You’re still a stranger to me.”
Breanna crossed her arms. “Then what am I going to do?” she asked him.
“You don’t need to pee, do you?”
“No. I already did that in the car, remember?”
“Yes, baby. I know. Tell you what, let’s go unload what we have, and then come back into the store for a few more things….”
“How’s that going to let me change my pants?”
“You’ll see. Just trust daddy, okay?” he winked at her.
“Fine, but I’m not going in a men’s bathroom.”
“You don’t have to, sweetheart.”
“And I’m not showing my butt to anyone outside.”
“No, sweetheart. That’s why we need some more stuff in the store. I promise, you’ll have privacy to change, and won’t have to use the public toilets to change your pants.”
She blushed but went with him to drop off their shopping, and then walked with him back into the store, the same as before, the cart and Oswald trying to block anyone from seeing her wet shorts again.
Back in the store, Oswald picked up some cushions, a couple of soft matts, some short curtains and rods that seemed rather flexible, and eventually, they got back to the car, where he put a curtain in the back behind the backseat, one on each side window, and then, somehow, he got an adjustable rod to hold a curtain between the front seat and the backseat, so that even he couldn’t see her when she changed.
“Alright now, we’ll put a changing mat on the backseat,” he told her. “Stand up in the back until you can get your shorts and panties down, so you don’t get your matt wet, and then when you put on clean clothes, they won’t get wet,” he told her.
She looked up at him and nodded. Then she got in the car and he closed the back door, and even though the curtain divided the front from the back, he stayed outside the car while Breanna stripped off her wet things.
She looked over the childish panties he had gotten her, but decided they were better than wet things, and put the Ariel panties on. Then she put on some plain jeans, and taking off her dingy shirt, she exchanged it for a pink shirt with a rainbow on it and a Unicorn head coming from under the rainbow.
Have a Sparkling Day the shirt read under the picture.
Once she was changed, she opened the car door to let him know she was done.
He had her twirl for him and then smiled.
“The front seat is all wet, where you were sitting, so you should sit in the back until it dries,” he told her. “Anyway, we are going to get something to eat for dinner and then stay the night here.”
She nodded. She definitely didn’t want to sit in a pee soaked seat while wearing clean new jeans even if the panties under them were very juvenile.
After reading over some of the other stories, and the rules say no underage characters, but I don't think this story breaks that rule... so I hope it is approved and you all like it.
I used to write a while ago, but I've been out of practice for a few years, and this is sort of out of my usual because you just don't normally write about wetting pants for normal readers, you know? so I hope it comes across okay. |
Chapter Two:
Once the little nineteen year old turned eleven was clean and comfortable, and Mr. Oswald was in the front seat again, her in a clean pair of jeans and a very childish pink cartoony shirt comfortably dry in the back seat, he started to look for a nice little restaurant for them to eat at.
As they started to drive around, to find a good place to eat, Mr. Oswald talked to her.
“What do you like to eat?”
“Um… whatever is fine.” She had come from a poor family, her aunt and uncle not having much more than a roof over their heads, so she really could not afford to be a picky eater. Maybe before she had turned twelve, she might have fussed about what was given her, she couldn’t remember, but after living with her impoverished aunt and uncle for over seven years, she learned to be grateful for whatever food she was given.
“Let’s stop there, if that’s okay with you then,” he pointed out a quaint little restaurant that wasn’t so high class you couldn’t take kids in, but was not a fast food place either.
She nodded when she looked up through the front windshield, scooting the edge of the back seat so she could see.
“That looks good… Mr. Os….”
“Honey, call me daddy for now.”
She blushed. “But, I’m not even wet,” she started to complain.
“Look at your clothes honey. Do you want everyone to think a nineteen year old picked out such a childish shirt?”
She shook her head no.
“Call me daddy, sweetheart. I promise, I’m doing this for you. If you have more wetting problems while we are on the road, it will be a lot easier to explain accidents done by an eleven year old child than an adult.”
She nodded. She hoped she wasn’t going to wet her pants the whole trip, but he had a point about there not being that many toilets available on the road, and he had already made it clear he wasn’t just going to pull over on the side of the road for her.
“Okay, daddy. It’s just… I’m not used to having a daddy that cares. My daddy abandoned me when I was about eleven because I think I was doing drugs then, and because I wet myself all the time.”
Mr. Oswald looked up at her through the rearview mirror.
“So, if he just abandoned you, how did you end up with your aunt and uncle?” he asked her.
“I’m not sure how they found me,” she looked down at her new shoes which were really, kind of childish, too. “I just know that shortly after my daddy disappeared, some people took me to Mexico, and then somehow found my aunt and uncle.”
“You were in Mexico for a while?”
“Not really. They took me to Mexico, but I’m not sure how long I was there before my aunt and uncle were found, and then I was taken on to Guatemala to stay with them.”
“Are you sure your daddy abandoned you?” he asked her.
“I… well, he disappeared, and some people that picked me up told me that he left me. They had picked me up from school, I think because my daddy didn’t come to get me that day.”
He frowned.
“Well, I’m really sorry that happened to you, baby. But if you trust me to be your daddy while we are on this trip, I will not abandon you whether you are pretending to be eleven or even if you are nineteen years old.”
“Okay.”
Mr. Oswald got out of the car once he parked it, and he went to her door, opened it, and helped her out. He then bent down, hugging her, he also felt the back of her pants.
“What are you doing, sir?”
“Just checking my little girl to make sure you weren’t too embarrassed to tell me you accidentally pottied your pants again.”
Breanna’s face burned a little bit. Her aunt must have convinced him that she still wets all the time, and doesn’t tell anyone that she’s wet. Well, she does do little accidents in her panties that she doesn’t think even her aunt knows about, but still, she figured her aunt told him it was worse because she was afraid that Breanna would disappoint them, and get sent back for wetting her pants at school.
Mr. Oswald helped her tuck her shirt into her jeans, just as if she was a child.
“It’s not proper to have half your shirt tucked in and the other half sticking out,” he told her showing her where she had not tucked in her shirt in places. “Just hold still for a minute, okay?”
He unzipped her jeans, moved his hand all the way around her shirt to force it down into her pants, and then he zipped her back up and buttoned her pants for her.
“There we are. All nice and dressed.”
He had had her twirl for him when they first left the last place though, so she thought she had tucked her shirt all the way in. She didn’t know how or why her shirt had come out in places, but since all he did was help her get it back in place, she decided to just drop it. He was just acting like a daddy, probably.
He then took her by the hand and walked with her up to the building where he let her hand go, and opened the door for her.
Before she knew it, she was sitting with her ‘daddy’ at a table, and he smiled at her.
“You know what’s missing?” he asked her.
“What?” she asked.
“I haven’t seen you pull out a phone or ipad even once to play around with it.”
“I’m nineteen years old,” the girl reminded him.
“Nineteen, eleven, whatever, it’s not natural for a young person to not be on her phone when her daddy or important person isn’t talking to her. Where is your phone, baby?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Well, we’re going to have to fix that. Even a nineteen year old who is on her own going to college needs a mobile phone for her safety. We’ll get you one as soon as I can.”
“But… you never said the school would provide something like that,” she said almost scared of taking such an expensive gift from this guy.
“The school assumes that all young people have a phone,” he told her. “It’ll be our little secret if I get you one.”
“But…, I can’t pay to keep it working,” she told him. “I’m only going to college because you said the scholarship will pay for everything I need.”
“And it will,” he reached a hand across the table to take her hands in his. “And you need a phone, so the school, even if I have to see to it personally, will pay to make sure you have a working phone. We will have to wait until we get to America to get it, but we will be getting you a phone.”
She blushed. She was sure that this had nothing to do with what the school would provide for her. She wondered what made this guy really care about whether she had one or not, and why he kept wanting her to call him daddy.
“Trust me, you need a phone for your safety, honey. Things can happen in the states to young women that are not prepared for danger.”
“I know,” she said looking down. “Things happen in Guatemala, too.”
He smiled. “Well, as long as I’m looking after you, I will make it as difficult as possible for anything bad to happen to you, sweetheart.”
“You keep calling me baby and sweetheart,” she looked up at him. “You’re not… you know, interested in me, are you?”
He shook his head and frowned. “Not like that, no, honey. I’m just treating you like a child so that it’s easier to protect you. I don’t mean anything by the little expressions of care that I’m using. If it’s really uncomfortable, I can try to stop doing it.”
“But you’re saying it to remind me to be eleven years old right now, and to treat me like a kid?” she asked.
“To protect you, honey. It’s more than keeping you from being embarrassed as an adult if you have an accident. It’s also that people are much less to try something if they think you are a child, whose father is right at hand watching you like a hawk.”
She nodded. That did make sense.
“I guess you can call me childish stuff if you want. It doesn’t really hurt me. I was just wondering is all.”
She looked up to see a waiter coming with the food that they had ordered.
“Daddy? Can I go potty?” Breanna asked him.
“Sure honey. It’s right over there, so you have two minutes, and then I’m going to come looking for you. Don’t make me come in there looking for you unless you’re in trouble, okay?”
She nodded and got up and went to the bathroom. She still didn’t need to pee, to tell the truth because she had just done it not long ago, but she wanted to go look in the mirror. Her hair was still a little bit wild, and the look clashed horribly with the nice new things she had on, so she tried to train her hair down with some water. After some time, she got her hair to flatten down, but when she was done, she had gotten her face and shirt a bit wet. Then, just in case, she did sit on the toilet, but as she suspected, nothing wanted to come out.
She got up and went to wash her hands, and then on her way out, just as Oswald had promised he would, he had started towards the bathroom door to check on her.
“There you are, sweetie! You spend all that time on your hair, honey?”
She smiled up at him. “It’s better, right?”
He smiled back down at her. “You could have told me that you wanted to fix your hair, baby.”
She shrugged.
“Did you at least sit on the potty and try?”
She nodded. “I tried.”
“Good girl,” and he put a hand on her back and directed her back to the table to eat.
“Next time, warn me you are wanting to look after your hair or something, baby. It takes girls a little bit to do things like that. I was getting a little worried about you.”
“I’m sorry. I will, daddy.”
They started eating.
He whispered to her. “Don’t be afraid to get a little on your shirt or of making a mess. Eleven year olds are not as messy as babies, but they do spill sometimes, okay?”
Breanna frowned. Was he hinting that she should dirty her shirt with food somehow? He seemed to be taking her acting eleven a bit more seriously than she imagined needed to protect her. Still, he had been in charge of picking up kids for this college, probably for a long time, so he likely knew better than she did, what needed to be done to get her safely to the college.
She decided the easiest way to get food on herself, was to have an accident, so she accidentally, on purpose, dropped her fork saying oops as the food on it splattered her shirt and her jeans. She hoped that was good enough, as she picked up her fork again, but he stopped her using it, and called for a waiter.
“I’m sorry, but my daughter had a little accident. Can she please get a clean fork?”
The waiter smiled and nodded.
Oswald smiled at Breanna. “You must be really tired from all the driving, baby.”
She nodded. She wasn’t sure if he thought it really was an accident, or if he knew she had done it on purpose to get food on her like he told her to do, but it didn’t matter. She had accomplished what he wanted.
“We’ll look for a place to rest for the rest of the evening after we are done eating, and then you can take a bath, okay, baby?”
She nodded. He really seemed to say honey and baby an awful lot, much more than needed to make people believe he was her daddy. She started to wonder if he really wanted to be her daddy, and wanted her to be a little kid. She sort of wouldn’t mind being a little kid and letting him be her full time daddy, somewhere in the back of her mind, but in her more alert half, she knew that that would make everything harder for what she had to do. He was a nice person as a daddy, never actually criticizing her for little accidents and always being concerned for her.
They finished eating, and then he went to her side of the table, and picked her up.
“You were spilling food all over yourself,” he whispered to her. “You must be really tired, so daddy is going to carry his little one out to the car and help you get tucked in, okay?”
She only responded by rolling so that she could hug him and hide her face in his shoulder. She didn’t want people to see her face as she was carried out like a baby, but she didn’t tell him no either. Truth was, she was tired, and if she was actually eleven years old, she imagined that this would have been a really nice feeling. Even now, it didn’t feel entirely terrible, but it was embarrassing.
He helped her into the back seat, laid her down, and then unbuttoned her pants.
She looked up at him, but before she could ask why, he was already answering her.
“It’s more comfortable to sleep with your pants not so tight and you’re in the car now, safe from anyone seeing you, so it’s not going to hurt to unbutton or unzip your pants so you can be comfortable as you fall asleep.”
She nodded and let him undo her pants for her, and then he smiled at her one last time before closing the door for her and then getting in the front to drive, looking for a motel.
Breanna laid back in the seat, just the way Mr. Oswald had put her, and she closed her eyes. Despite being stuck in the car for most of the day, and really not having much of anything exciting around her, she was giddy and her energy was on high throughout the trip. Maybe it was because she was riding with a stranger, going to a strange land. Maybe it was because she was accepted into college despite all her uncle’s and aunt’s words haunting her day in and day out that she was a waste of space and would never be able to get out on her own. Maybe it was because she was confused by Mr. Oswald’s expectations. He certainly had different thoughts about how to protect a young lady than her aunt and uncle did, especially when it came to treating her like an eleven year old.
She sighed.
She didn’t know when, but somehow, she had fallen asleep despite the fact that they couldn’t have been looking for a motel for very long. They were in the capitol city, after all.
The first moment she realized she had been asleep, and then prodded and lifted out of the seat, was when she was finally in his arms, and he was adjusting her to carry her into the motel room.
“You were, sleepy, weren’t you baby?” he asked her as he shuffled her into a comfortable position to carry her into the room.
She smiled up at him and nodded her still droopy eye face.
“Well, before you sleep, we need to get you into your night panties and your pajamas, okay?”
“I honestly don’t wet the bed anymore,” she tried to tell him.
“Well, whether you do or not, can you please do what I ask, at least this once? If you wake up dry in the morning, I won’t insist on you sleeping in them anymore, but they are still a good idea for you to wear in the car, okay?”
She nodded.
He took her right to the bathroom, and he set her down next to the toilet.
“I can leave the bathroom so you can try to pee,” he said to her. But her eyes were not only drooping, but her arms barely had any energy, and she just tried to lift her head up to look at him. She was exhausted.
“Do you want me to leave the bathroom?” he asked her.
“No need. I just wet myself not that long ago, and I don’t think I can go right now, sir.”
“Daddy,” he reminded her. “You can call me sir after we get you to the school, okay?”
She looked down. “Daddy. I already wet so I don’t need to for a while.”
“Alright, then, you need to take off your jeans and your panties so we can put your night panties on. Do you want to do that yourself?”
She nodded, but when he gave her the night panties, she just sat on the toilet, the lid down, and rested there, holding her night panties in her hands loosely.
He had left for a bit, and when he came back to see her almost tipping over, her eyes closed, and her jeans still up, he lightly shook her.
“Baby? You’re not dressed for bed yet,” he told her. “If you’re too tired to dress for bed, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want you to wet all over the bed, baby.”
“I…,” she sighed. She had already told him she doesn’t wet the bed, but it seemed her aunt was more convincing. She looked up at him.
“You can do it,” she gave him permission. If he was telling the truth about treating her like his eleven year old daughter, then he really wouldn’t do anything but change her, right? And she was too tired to do it herself.
Her eyes closed.
Breanna didn’t stir after that until she felt her shoulder being prodded. She eventually started to feel the air around her, hear the insistent Mr. Oswald calling her, and to move her legs a bit in the bed… the… the bed? It… what the?
She sat up suddenly as her head felt funny. She couldn’t put her finger on what her brain was trying to tell her, but she had sort of a déjà vu feeling, as though something awful had happened, and she looked at the man crouched down by the head of the bed.
“There we are,” he said to her. “Princess Breanna has finally joined the land of the living.”
She had no time for his childish nickname playing. Something was amiss, and she had to figure out what it was. She squirmed her legs, and something was definitely not right in the bed.
Shivering with anticipated shame, the girl reached her hands down the blankets and towards her pajama bottoms. She felt the top of her stomach, and then lower and lower until she found her pelvis. Lower, and then her face blushed red, a heat rising from her ears, and water ran from somewhere inside her head towards her eye sockets.
Her hand frantically felt around the bed next to her, willing for this to be just her imagination, but now, a cool dampness in the sheets had confirmed that despite having on the toddler-like panty, she had wet enough to get the bed soaked. She started to sniffle, expecting him to pull back the blankets and then start scolding her at the very least.
“What is it,” Mr. Oswald asked her still leaving her blankets covering her as though giving her the option of doing it on her own.
She turned her red burning face away from him and muttered. “I peed my pants….”
“What was that?” she had obviously said it too low for him to make out.
“I wet the bed,” she tried to say though her whiny voice that was constricting the words of shame so that she sounded raspy.
“Baby, it’s okay if you had a nightmare,” he had not heard her properly. “I’m here, and you’re fine now, sweetie.”
She shivered and knowing she still couldn’t get her voice to work right, she just pulled down the blanket and showed him.
He saw her body shaking, and her face burning, and her hands tried to cover her wet pants front, but there was no way they could be big enough to keep him seeing the massive lake around her.
“Don’t tell me you are shaking and scared just because you’ve wet yourself,” he whispered to her.
She nodded, her finger coming up from her leg and moving towards her mouth, but he stopped her hand when he saw it going towards her face. He caught her hand, and he helped her sit up and turned her so her legs were dangling over the edge of the bed.
“Your aunt told me that this happens, sweetheart. And I told you, it’s okay….”
“You think I lied….”
“No, baby, I think you were too embarrassed and hoped you wouldn’t wet because what nineteen year old wants someone to think they still wet the bed, but it’s okay, baby. Wetting in your sleep isn’t the end of all.”
“How come you’re not yelling at me and trying to spank me?”
“For doing something I was already warned you’d likely do?” he asked her. “Why would I spank you or yell at you when I knew this was going to happen? It’s not your fault. You didn’t want to do this, right?”
She shivered deeply.
“Of course you didn’t,” he answered for her. Then he picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom.
“Until we get to the college, you are going to be treated just like an eleven year old,” he whispered to her. “That has been the plan all along, whether you pee your pants or not. You tell everyone who asks you, that you are eleven, sweetie, and there will be no problems.”
She nodded.
She thought he’d start yelling and that being eleven, enforced on her would be her punishment for wetting, but he didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t tell her that she was stupid, and he didn’t tell her that she acted like a baby. Instead, he just carried her to the bathroom, and put her down next to the toilet.
“Sit on the toilet, honey.”
“But, you’re in here….”
“You don’t have to pull down your pants,” he told her. “You’re already wet, sweetie. I’m just going to run you a bath while you try to pee the rest into the toilet.”
“Through my pajamas?”
“Your pajamas are already wet, aren’t they?”
She nodded.
“Just try to pee for daddy. No one is going to punish you or scold you just because you have a night time problem, sweetheart.”
She sighed. She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t wet in two years, but she knew that at the moment, there was no way to make him believe that. She had just peed herself in her sleep, and her aunt had convinced him to expect it. She sat on the toilet like he told her, with her pants still up, and she looked up at him.
“Just… just pee?” she mumbled at him, her face red and still hot.
“Please, sweetie. I want to get you a bath, and get you changed for the day so we can go get some breakfast.”
She nodded.
After a couple of little pushes, she felt her waters spray into her panties before soaking into the already wet pajamas and then she heard a very faint tinkle into the toilet water. It wasn’t much because she had already done the main event in her sleep.
When he was done getting the tub full enough, she had already peed, and she looked up at him as he came over to her.
“Did you pee?”
“A little bit. I’m sorry. I already did most of it in the bed.”
She more mumbled than anything, but he caught the jest.
“I know, baby. I just didn’t want a leak before we even started the day. I want you to be comfortable and dry when we start out, even if you are going to end up wet later.”
She nodded.
“How come you’re not telling me I’m a bad girl?” she asked him as he picked her up from the toilet and set her next to the tub.
“Because, you’re not a bad girl,” he told her. “You’ve been very obedient so far and done everything daddy has told you to do.”
She looked down.
“But…, I wet like a baby.”
“No. You wet like a little girl that has trouble staying dry at night, and that’s okay. For one, it makes our story about you being eleven more believable, and for two, if your body had troubles that you can’t control, that doesn’t have anything to do with you trying to behave, sweetheart.”
She looked up at him.
“Now, eleven or nineteen, I don’t think you really want me to undress you again for a bath, do you?”
“Again?” she asked looking up at him.
“Don’t you remember last night? You were really tired, and I tried to get you to do it yourself, but you couldn’t, so you gave me permission to change you. Remember?”
“Oh,” she blushed. It was true. She remembered that when he left her alone, she almost fell asleep on the toilet, and now, she was wearing the babyish made for accident undies, though by the mess she made in the bed, if was obvious they were not made to keep in a full accident. She also had her pajamas on, and not the shirt or jeans from the night before.
She nodded. “I don’t need you to do it,” she said not wanting to talk about the fact she had let him treat her like a child the night before.
When she was alone enough to take off her clothes, she did notice that he had not taken off her undershirt nor her bra. He had not taken off anything that he had not asked her about, and she knew he wanted her to wear the thicker panties. He probably thought she’d just wet a little bit, and then would wake up and run to the potty. That’s what should have happened, to tell the truth. She didn’t understand why she had completely wet herself. This isn’t supposed to happen anymore.
The little girl put her wet things together, and then got into the tub and relaxed a moment before starting to wash herself. She looked back over at the wet pajamas as she started to soap up a washcloth, her head returning to when she was around sixteen years old.
“What in the world, Breana? Are you a young girl or a dog?” she could hear her uncle saying. “Are you three years old?” he aunt would ask. “At least wear a diaper to bed if you’re going to act like a little baby!”
Then she remembered being in eighth grade again.
“Damn it, girl! Are you just trying to buy sympathy or something? There is no excuse for you to miss doing your homework, and no, wetting your pants is not going to distract me from the idea that your teacher called me! I don’t care right now about how dirty you want to be! You are going to sit there, in your peed in chair, and finish this homework! You must be really stupid if you think you can use your little peeing habits to get me to let you up from that table! You are a stupid, bad, little brat!”
“Please, aunty, I’ll be right back,” she thought she had said, but then again, back talking was dangerous, and it is just as likely she had just imagined asking her aunt rather than coming out so boldly, but there she sat, trying to work, and then little by little, peeing in her clothes and making a puddle in her seat.
“Breanna!” her uncle would scold her. “Did you just sit there and pee your pants again?”
“Yes, sir,” she would have to answer meekly or risk even worse trouble.
“Are you trying to get a spanking today or something?”
Tears would well in her eyes.
She sighed and got out of the bath. Being alone with her thoughts, after having wet the bed, gave her no peace at all. Her aunt and uncle were just trying to raise her right and prepare her for the world ahead when she would leave, but sometimes, it felt so unfair, the way she was spanked and corrected, when she tried so hard to do what they wanted. It was like she could never really win.
The girl dried herself off, and then wrapped a towel around her carefully covering her chest and her privates.
“Why are you walking through the house or motel naked?” she could imagine her uncle saying. “You’re lucky I’m your uncle! Some other men might take that as an invitation….”
Breanna looked at the bathroom door that led out, where her clothes were, and she looked down at the pile of her wet soiled things. Was she supposed to put them back on so she could go out there and get some clothes? Surely, he would scold her or even do something her uncle had warned her against could happening if she went out there in just a towel….
There was a sudden knock at the door making her jump.
“Breanna? Are you okay?” a voice came through the door.
“Yes sir, but I didn’t bring any clean clothes in with me. What do I do?”
“Wait there, honey. I’ll bring them to you.”
She nodded. Though he couldn’t see through the door, or at least she didn’t think he could, he went off to get her stuff, she supposed and came back and knocked again.
“I’m opening the door to hand you the stuff. I’m not looking, so you’ll have to take it from my fumbling hands because I don’t want to invade your privacy.”
She was glad he was so nice about it, and she gladly took the things from him, that he held out as he kept his head turned to the main room where the television was.
Once back in the bathroom, she looked over the things he had given her.
Moana’s face on the seat of the ‘toddler’ panties he had given her so that she could pee a little bit, and still be able to go to the toilet without anyone seeing any wetness on her butt, as long as it wasn’t a full on accident. An undershirt that was teal color, a purple shirt with elmo on the front, and a yellow skirt with folds of cloth in it, so that it looked fancy and cute.
She smiled at the outfit. She would definitely look like a little kid with this stuff on, but that’s what he wanted her to be. It was perfect for what he kept telling her was the best way to for her to behave so that he could protect her.
She got herself dressed, and then came out to the main room, and looked down at the floor.
“Sir?”
“Daddy?” he corrected her.
“Yeah, um, daddy? Can you fix my hair?”
He smiled and got up and took her to the bathroom where he wet a comb and then started to work her hair into a manageable medium where he then twisted braids behind each of her ears. She didn’t know where or when he had picked up the ribbons, but at the bottom of each of the braids, he had tied little blue bows in her hair. It was adorable, and really completed the look of a child.
“So, why don’t you sit on the toilet,” he asked her. “ Just in case, and see if anything comes out, and then we’ll go find someplace to go for breakfast?”
She smiled and nodded. |
Chapter Three:
Breanna stood there, her head looking down at the floor, and her smile sort of faded as she waited…. While Mr. Oswald was kind to her so far for everything wrong she had done, she knew it was bad to wet her pants and her bed. She knew she should be yelled at, and the longer it took for him to pick her up, and put her on the toilet, the more nervous she got. That’s what she really expected… for him to pick her up and put her on the toilet.
“How old did you say you were?” she could hear her aunt’s voice.
“Just tell her to sit on the toilet, maybe keep those wet pants on her for while she sits so she can feel the discomfort and the same,” her uncle called from somewhere. Even though her uncle was not shy about putting her on the toilet when she was fourteen or even fifteen years old, he would often tell her aunt to do it because it should be as improper and disgraceful for her to let him look at her panties as it was for her to wet herself.
She fidgeted and shivered, her eyes closed, waiting for the strong hands to either pull her skirt and panties down to put her on the toilet, or to just put her on it, expecting her to eventually wet through her dry clothes. But the hands were taking a very long time in coming to grab her.
“Jorge,” she could hear in her mind. “You know she’s getting too big for me to lift her up by myself,” her Aunt Carmen would say. “Can I just tell her to sit?”
“No,” she would hear an extremely loud exhale of a disappointing sigh. “I’ll be there to put her on the toilet myself. She needs to learn that acting like a baby will get her treated like one, and if she is getting too heavy for you to put her on the toilet, then I’ll have to do it.”
The man would then appear at the door, and look down at her sagging wet panties and tisk at her waving a finger.
“Wet the bed, again, didn’t you, Breanna?”
She just stared at the floor.
“You are fourteen years old, aren’t you?”
She shivered.
“Well?”
She nodded, tears rolling down her face.
“And you peed your pants… like a… like…?”
“A baby?” she pleaded for sympathy.
“…Like a baby,” her uncle echoed at her. “Up you get.”
And she would feel his iron grasp around her underarms, and then her bottom, still wearing wet panties, sitting on the toilet seat.
“Don’t get up from there until I came back and get you up,” he would say.
Breanna opened her eyes, because Mr. Oswald still had not lifted her up onto the toilet with her skirt and panties still on, nor had he started to take her clothes off. Indeed, she didn’t realize it, but he had left the bathroom while she had her eyes closed.
She shivered. Did this mean she had to get on the toilet by herself? Was she supposed to pull down her panties and skirt?
The girl peeked out the bathroom door, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed he had slept in.
“What is it, honey?” he asked when he saw her head.
“I… um… you told me to sit on the toilet, but….”
“But what, sweetheart? Did you pee yet?”
She shook her head.
“Well, do you want to pee?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, looking at the floor, hoping it wasn’t a mistake if he wasn’t going to have her sit on the toilet after all.
He got up and walked over to her, and she opened the bathroom door.
“If you don’t need to pee, then go pack your clean clothes up and get them ready, okay? I’m going to use the toilet, and then we’ll go get some breakfast.”
He wasn’t mad at her at all. He didn’t have a drawn out sigh that expressed frustration. He didn’t pull her over towards him swatting her butt as he did so, and his voice was nice and soothing.
She nodded and quickly strolled to her clean clothes bag to get them neatly back in like he said before he snapped. She was really bad. She wet the bed, she didn’t sit on the toilet, and she didn’t try to pee yet, but he didn’t make her.
When he came out, he was carrying her soiled wet clothing. He smiled at her as he passed, and she saw him take out a bag from his stuff, he pulled some other clothes from out of it, and then he stuffed her wet things in it.
She then saw him wrap the bag up, and he put it back in his suitcase. Then he folded the clothes he took out of the bag, and he hung them over his case.
“Well, are you ready?” he asked her.
She nodded.
He led her back to the car, and had her wait while he opened the backseat.
The girl looked down knowing that they had had a talk the night before about her being treated like an eleven year old, so she expected he was going to put her in the backseat….
He put the suitcase in the far back, and then her bag, and then he crawled in and got something out. It was cushions he had purchased the day before.
She let him get out of the way before starting to grab the door, but he squatted down by her and he frowned.
“You don’t want to sit in the front anymore?” he asked her.
“I thought you wanted me in the back,” she whispered.
“Why did you think that?”
“I’m apposed to be eleven, right?”
“Yes, sweetie, I mean, yes, I’m treating you like an eleven year old child, but I don’t think isolating a child on a trip is the right thing to do.”
She looked up at him.
“I just need to check the front seat, and set this cushion up for you so you don’t get your new skirt all wet with stale pee if the front isn’t dry yet.”
She nodded and looked down, her face getting really hot with embarrassment.
“Don’t cry,” he tilted her head up at him. “I’m glad you peed your pants yesterday, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because you didn’t fight me to let you out where it was dangerous. I don’t care if you are nineteen years old or eleven years old or even seven years old, I’d rather you peed your pants than be in danger.”
She frowned. “But I’m an adult. I can tell if something is dangerous by myself….”
He shook his head at her.
“Honey, do you know how many people have gotten hurt because they thought they knew what was dangerous?”
She frowned and looked up into his serious eyes.
“How many college girls do you think it happened to, asked to get hurt by some males that were being bad?” he asked her.
“None?”
“So, if they were so able to read a dangerous situation, then how did they get in that situation if they didn’t choose it?”
“They didn’t know?”
He nodded.
“You are not going to get in a dangerous situation while I’m watching you, or at least not by your own doing. If I make a mistake, I’d rather make a mistake about misreading some place as too dangerous, than safe enough.”
She sighed.
“Please. Baby, there are more than college men that are irresponsible and just looking for a good time out here. There are men that are out her to actually hurt you. These routes are paths that coyotes use to kidnap young girls and take advantage. You do know what a coyote is, don’t you?”
“You mean the human kind? Yeah, I know.”
“Well, do you want a coyote to get you and force you into a different life than you are hoping to get with some college?”
She shook her head no.
“Please trust me, baby. I’ve gotten lots of students safely to America, and they got there safely because they do what I say.”
She nodded. “So I have to wet my pants today, too?”
He smiled. “If you need to go on the highway between towns, and I don’t think you should try to hold it, then yes.”
“What do you mean, YOU don’t think I should hold it?” she asked him.
“Well, most little women like you would hold it until their little bodies hurt, and they might even experience constipation because of not wanting to humiliate themselves, and I am trying to keep them safe. After a while, I realized that I had to order the girls to just wet their pants, and while they would fight me at first, as you are likely to do at some point, they learned that it was better to do what I said than to try to wait forever.”
“So, you are used to making girls wet their pants?”
“Guilty,” he sighed. “I’ve made boys do so, too, if the situation warranted it, but yeah, mostly it’s girls because if you go to the side of the road, where people are going to see you pulling your pants down, are you going to pull your pants down?”
She blushed. “If I have to… but there are trees….”
“And as I said yesterday, there are unsteady areas where one wrong foot, and you’d fall to your death. It’s not safe to go into the trees, honey. I’d make you pull them down on the road, where I can actually watch you for your safety.”
She blushed. “Then… I… I don’t think I’d want to do that.”
“No, baby. You don’t. You are a decent little woman, and you want people to respect you as a good-mannered person.”
She nodded.
“So, wetting your pants as an eleven year old is far more decent, and far easier than holding it for two hours only to end up wet, or getting out and showing everyone passing by on the road, your little girl parts.”
She nodded.
“You ask me when you gotta go, though, honey. I promise, if I know a safe place is coming up, I’ll ask you to hold it. If not, then I’ll tell you to wet your pants.”
She sighed. “Okay.”
He got her situated in the car, putting a blanket down and then a cushion to protect her nice skirt. He pulled a seatbelt over her lap, and then he closed her door.
Once they were pulling out of the motel parking, Mr. Oswald smiled over and down at her. She wiggled her legs, partly in boredom and partly in excitement at leaving Guatemala on this day.
“What shall we do for breakfast?” he asked her.
Breanna shrugged.
“Honey, why do you do that?”
She looked up at him. “What?”
“Last night, I asked you where you wanted to eat, and you just went along with whatever I wanted. This morning, I ask you what we shall do, and you just shrug leaving it up to me again.”
“Well, it’s not like I have money. You are running the show, so I’m happy with whatever.”
“That’s not very immature,” he told her as though it was wrong to be mature. “Eleven year olds don’t really understand where money comes from, and especially if they are in a car with their daddy, if their daddy asks, they plead for their favorite places.”
“Oh, right. I’m apposed to be eleven years old,” she muttered more to herself than him. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to acting like that.”
He patted her leg.
“Well, get used to it, baby. It’s going to take a while, so you need to get used to treating me like you are eleven, and you are on a road trip with your daddy.”
She nodded.
“So, where shall we eat?”
She looked down. “I never ate out that often,” she told him. “I don’t have a favorite place.”
“Not even a fast food? Not McDonalds? Not Taco Bell?”
She shook her head. “Aunt Carmen says fast food is bad for your health, and candy treats are cheaper and also allow us to eat healthy at home.”
He nodded. “Your Auntie isn’t wrong,” he said. “Still, I don’t know anyone who died because of McDonalds, and if you eat out sensibly, then it really won’t ruin your health. The people that get fat and have problems, are the people that eat fast food and bad snacks all the time, baby.”
She nodded.
“So, do you want to try a McDonalds?”
Breanna nodded. In truth, she had been wanting to try one since she started high school, and her peers talked about it all the time.
It didn’t take Mr. Oswald much time to find a McDonalds, and after he parked the car, he turned to her, and he got a very serious face.
She looked at him giving him her full attention because when her uncle did the same, it meant to stop daydreaming and to listen.
Once, when her aunt and uncle had taken her to Guatemala City, they had been about to go into the restaurant, and Breanna had not realized he was glaring at her from the front seat as she was continuing to play in the backseat, she had learned what not paying attention to that look could get you.
“Breanna,” her uncle yelled at her cutting through her attention on her dolls. She was about twelve or thirteen at the time. “Did you hear me at all?”
She looked down and muttered.
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered a little louder, but still quietly and meekly.
“You’re sorry. Little girl, this is serious! I don’t know, maybe I should just spank you right now so you know how serious this is!”
At that, he got out of the car, her aunt just sitting there nodding at what was about to happen, and he yanked her out of the car.
“Not only are not listening to me, when I’m being serious, but I come to find out you’ve already peed your pants?” he yelled at her.
“I…,” she yelped thinking that was the main reason he had wanted to yell at her in the first place, at the time.
“Bad girl!” he said. Then he pulled her pants down, right there in the parking lot, and he spanked her over her soaking wet panties. His hand swatted and swatted as though he was trying to drive a nail into a board. The heavy whacks echoed in her ears as her bottom, but more so, her mid back and legs started to first, feel a dull sensation, then a hurt, and finally, stinging. “You. Do. Not. Piss. Your. Pants. In. The. Car. And. You. Listen. When. You. Are. Talked. To. By. An. Adult.”
When he was done telling her what she had done wrong, his spanking also stopped.
“Jorge,” Her aunt inquired as he pulled up her wet pants and tucked her shirt back in. “I brought her some spare clothes in the back.”
“No,” her uncle said. “Where is she going to change at? In the restaurant? I think she can just wear her wet pants to show her how it feels to be wet and embarrassed for a while. She didn’t seem to care how embarrassed we’d be to take her in there wet, in the first place, did she?”
Her aunt let it drop.
So, of course, she was quick to hear Mr. Oswald, especially because he told her that she was an eleven year old and to be treated as such.
“Are you okay?” Mr. Oswald caught something off about her.
“Yeah. Sorry. I… I’m listening daddy.”
He sighed. “Okay, well, what I want to know, is how do you act like an eleven year old while we are in there?”
“I… I have to listen to you,” she said.
“Good….”
“I… I better not pee my pants.”
He frowned. Since when was that a rule any parents would make for an eleven year old?
“I don’t talk unless you ask me a question, and I sit still and don’t say dirty stuff.”
“Say dirty stuff?” he questioned her wondering when a parent would ever hear an eleven year old say anything he’d consider dirty.
“You know. I can’t tell everyone in the restaurant that I have to pee or something like that.”
Mr. Oswald shook his head. “It looks like you don’t know what I expect, he told her. “First of all, I don’t know any eleven year old that keeps her mouth shut when she’s not being addressed. If you were too quiet, people would either think you are not really a kid, or they’d think you were being abused, and maybe even both.”
She frowned.
“You can chatter all you want, but I do want you to listen if I ask you to do something, because mostly, if I want you to do something, it’s for your safety, sweetie.”
She nodded.
“Second, you are most certainly allowed to tell me you gotta pee or use the potty. I don’t want to hear words like shit or crap out of your mouth, but you can tell you gotta go without being vulgar about it, right?”
She nodded.
“And I have no such rule as you better not pee your pants, baby. If you have an accident, that is what it is! I don’t know any eleven year old or anyone over seven, for that matter, that would just pee themselves for the fun of it.”
She nodded.
“If you wet, just tell me you had an accident, and if you are feeling ashamed or scared about it, just try to tell me secretly, baby. You won’t be punished for an accident, okay?”
She nodded.
“My rules are, you listen if I say something important to you. You don’t leave my side unless I know where you are going and I give you permission. That is it.”
“Really? That’s it?”
“That’s it, baby. If you follow those two rules, you will be safe. I don’t have stupid rules about you going potty or how to do it, or if you go in your pants, and I don’t care if you cry a little bit if you don’t get your way as long as you don’t make a huge scene, okay?”
She nodded.
“Alright, let’s get you some breakfast, honey.”
He got out and went around to get her out, and then holding her hand, he walked with her to the building where he let her hand go, and opened the door for her.
Once they were in the restaurant, she could smell lots of breakfast foods being made, but somehow, the smells were a little different from at home.
“Let’s see,” Mr. Oswald looked up at the menu. “You can read everything up there, can’t you?” he asked her.
Breanna nodded. Of course she could. It was all in Spanish after all, but then, he was treating her like a kid. Maybe he didn’t think an eleven year old could read that well. To be honest, she wasn’t sure how well an eleven year old read either.
“Get something as a main dish,” he told her. “Get some juice, and if you want, besides that, you can have a sweet.”
He whispered in her ear. “Of course you want a sweet, you’re a little girl.”
She nodded and looked up at him. “Can I have the pancake thing?”
“Do you mean the whole meal?” he asked her.
Breanna nodded.
“Of course, sweetie.”
“Okay, pancake thingy meal, orange juice, and ice cream?”
Mr. Oswald smiled and nodded. “And I’ll also have a pancake meal and some coffee.”
“It’ll take a bit, maybe five minutes for your order,” Breanna heard the cashier. “Do you want to take your daughter and sit down? We’ll bring it out as soon as it’s ready.”
He nodded.
When they got to an empty table, Breanna could see the boys’ and girls’ toilets across the room, but she still didn’t feel like she had to go yet.
“Why don’t you try to go potty before the food comes?” her pretend daddy asked her. “I promise, I’ll make sure you get your food if it comes early.”
She shook her head. “But I don’t gotta.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Alright, but tell daddy if you gotta go, even if it’s really bad and it starts coming out, okay?”
She nodded.
The food came, and they started eating.
“You know what’s missing?” Mr. Oswald asked her.
“What?” she asked as she took a bite of pancake soaked in syrup.
“You don’t have anything to play with. Little kids always play in the car when they are on a long trip, and you don’t have an ipad, no dolls, nothing.”
She blushed. “But where would I get that stuff?” she asked. “We always get stuff from second hand and from gifts from other people, so of course no one throws away working ipads or phones, you know? Besides, you also gotta pay to keep them working, right?”
“True…,” he frowned. “But I still don’t know anyone over the age of eleven that doesn’t have one. But even if not that, you don’t even have a dolly.”
Breanna blushed. Nineteen year old women didn’t need dolls, but he was talking about her being eleven, right? Did she still play with dolls at eleven years old? Somehow, her eleven year old self seemed so distant, that she couldn’t really remember life back then. She wasn’t sure why, but a therapist she was brought to a couple of times said that something tragic had happened around that time, and that’s the only clue she had.
“Well, we’re going to get you a doll, I think, after breakfast. You can’t go all the way to America without any toys to play with on the way. That’s just unnatural.”
Breanna nodded knowing that being eleven as his plan, was what he claimed would keep her from getting hurt, and he had done this countless other times. He had to know what he was talking about.
“Don’t be scared or worried if you get syrup on your clothes, sweetheart. Eleven year olds are not that messy, but they do have little accidents when they eat.”
She nodded.
Once she had been filled up with the best restaurant food she thought she had ever tasted, she was asked again if she wanted to use the toilet, and then when she said she didn’t, they were out and in the car again.
Breanna looked up at him when they were pulling away from the restaurant, and she looked like she had a question on her lips.
“What is it?” Ralph, the man’s first was Ralph, asked.
“Daddy? How come you got me those strange panties for little little kids who sometimes wet?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I told you that you’d be wetting your pants, didn’t I? I mean, when I can’t find a safe place for you.”
“Yeah, but last night, when I had an accident, those panties didn’t even hold anything. I don’t understand why you got those if you are thinking I’m going to wet my pants.”
He nodded. “You are eleven years old,” he reminded her. “Did you use to wet your pants at eleven years old?”
She shrugged. “I don’t really remember being eleven.”
“Well, how about when you were twelve? Did you wet your pants when you were twelve?”
She shook her head no. “Well, sometimes at school, I had accidents, but not if I could go potty, I didn’t.”
“Did you wear diapers when you were twelve, maybe to school or to bed?”
She shook her head no. “Uncle Jorge said I’m not a baby, and I shouldn’t have to wear diapers like a baby to stay dry, so I just got in trouble when I wet.”
He nodded. “And anyway, I doubt you would have let him diaper you, sweetheart.”
She nodded.
“Those are panties,” he told her. “The idea, is if I can find a safe place soon, but you started leaking, no one will know you had an accident but you and me.”
She nodded.
“But if you just wet all the way, it won’t hurt to have little kid panties on, in case somehow, maybe your skirt gets pulled up or something, and everyone will be reminded of a little kid that just had an accident, and not an adult.”
She nodded.
“I want you to feel like a little kid when you wet your pants,” he told her. “When that happens, if you feel like a little kid, you are more likely to behave like one, and with no hint at your real age, no one will guess, and you don’t have to be ashamed of being wet as an adult.”
She opened her mouth, but then realized he made sense. “Okay.”
“So, that’s why I need toys, so I can just be a child, and when I wet myself, I’ll just keep playing and acting like a child?” she asked him.
“Exactly, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t ideal. What nineteen year old wants to wet herself to begin with, but now, to act even more like a child, and to wear child clothing and to play with child toys… it was a little off putting, but still, something was… not entirely terrible about this.
Mr. Oswald pulled into the parking, and then he turned to her for another serious talk.
She waited knowing what was coming.
“What are the rules for going in a public store?” he asked her.
“Stay where you can see me, and don’t go anywhere unless you say so.”
“Good.”
“Don’t ignore you when you say something to me.”
“Good.”
“Um….”
“That’s all, baby,” he smiled. “There are no such rules as controlling your going potty or not being able to ask. There are no such rules as you can’t chatter and be excited and point at stuff. You are a child. Be. A. Child, sweetheart.”
Breanna nodded and waited for him to get her out of the car and then take her towards the store.
It was one of the biggest toy stores in Guatemala.
“Okay, I think we first need some dolls for our little girl,” he told her. “I want you to pick out three dolls.”
Breanna blushed. Dolls…. If her friends knew that to get to college, she would have to first go back to playing with dolls. What would they think of that? What would her uncle think, if he knew she was getting NEW dolls? Actually, maybe she shouldn’t let him do this.
“How am I getting dolls?” she looked up at Mr. Oswald, er, Ralph, er, daddy.
“What do you mean, how? I’m getting them for you.”
“Because you want me to have them?” she asked. “Or is it part of the college thing?”
“No, it’s me,” he told her. “The college doesn’t tell me how to get people to the school safely. It leaves how I do it up to me for each person. So the college is not paying for the dolls, I am.”
“Well, maybe I shouldn’t….”
“Yes, baby, you should. It is up to me to decide the safest way. Do you want people to see a nineteen year old wetting her pants all the time?”
She shivered. “No?”
“No, you don’t sweetie. You want them to see an eleven year old going potty in her pants, so they will be more sympathetic and less judgmental. Trust me.”
She nodded.
“Now, baby, I decided you were going to be treated like my eleven year old daughter. What daddy doesn’t make sure his child is content on a long trip?”
She looked down. “I don’t know.”
“A jerk,” he told her. “No good daddy would force an eleven year old to sit there in the car with nothing to play with.”
She sighed.
“Now, will you please get the dolls I asked you to get? You pick them out, sweetheart. Try to get some you can at least pretend to get into playing with.”
She nodded.
She went right to one doll that was supposed to feel like a real baby. It was supposed to move its head and arms when you picked it up, and if you flipped a button on its back, it was supposed to crawl. Besides that, it came with cloth diapers, some mix of sorts, and some bottles to bottle feed it. She remembered wanting one of those dolls when she was about twelve or thirteen years old, now she thought about it, but all she got was a normal doll that she never played with.
As she looked at the doll, longing for it and for permission to really be an eleven year old with it, Mr. Oswald picked it up and put it in the cart.
“I… I didn’t say I wanted that,” Breanna told him.
“You didn’t have to say it,” he patted her shoulder. “You were looking at it.”
She looked down. “It’s probably really expensive.”
“Stop that,” he said suddenly short at her, his hand almost to her seat, but not quite swatting her. “You are an eleven year old. Don’t talk about the cost of toys. That’s not what grateful children do when they get a toy.”
She nodded. She flinched. She shivered. He almost spanked her for real, but he didn’t. He just showed her that he could. She realized that he meant it, that she was eleven and she was to act like a child.
She nodded and looked around the dolls without questioning the prices again.
After she chose three more dolls rather quietly, by just pointing at them, and then they started to move on to stuffed animals, Mr. Oswald reached down and picked her up, moving the cart with his hips more than his hands as he held her. He whispered to her.
“I’m sorry I scared you with that almost swat to your butt,” he said. “But you are giving yourself away, and people were watching. I am not sure, but a man in particular was looking at you, and I wanted them to think I was correcting your something really bad, and giving away your real age is really bad, because it puts you in danger, baby.”
She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “So you weren’t going to really spank?”
“Actually, I was, if you continued to argue. This was serious, and you need to understand, until we get to America, you are an eleven year old, and if you do something I deem dangerous, you will be spanked, baby.”
She nodded her head.
“Now, I don’t care when, but before we leave this store, your panties under your skirt needs to get peed in.”
“What? Aren’t we in a safe place?”
“No, baby. Didn’t you hear me? A man is watching you, rather carefully because you sounded a little too adult like. He needs to see you behave like a child so he’ll stop trying to get you alone.”
“Can… can you point him out?”
“Not without giving away we are on to him, and that you are not really a little girl, no. If he is a coyote, then he will suspect I’m also a coyote, and he’ll do anything he can to get you away from me so he can profit off of you, unless he thinks I’m your father, and I’m keeping you closer to me now.”
She nodded. “So… I have to wet my pants before we leave this store? Why not later, outside, or…?”
“We want to stop him following us to our car or finding a place to try to run us off the road and then take you.”
She nodded. “I’ll try to go as soon as I can.”
She then let him carry her, now, along the toys, and she helped push the cart so he wouldn’t need to put her down. What was scary, was that when they were choosing stuffed animals, she did see a guy, watching her. And it looked like he had appeared again when they were in the coloring books area, and once again, when lo and behold, she was given a DS system with three games, that even a nineteen year old could enjoy though the games were easily made to attract little girls, too.
“I’m wetting,” she eventually told Mr. Oswald as he held her. She had felt a little bit finally get out as she kept trying to push at herself to wet, but he just kept holding her.
“You better put me down, daddy, or I’ll get your shirt wet.”
“I don’t care,” Ralph told her. “I’m not putting you down until we get to the car. I don’t know what is going to happen. Just pee your pants, baby.”
She nodded and kept trying to push.
They then walked around the store a bit more, pretending to shop, but she knew it was more to give her time to get enough pee on herself that the man watching them would think she really was a little girl.
“I’m going to pretend to yell at you when you wet yourself,” Ralph warned her. “That’s so he will think you are being corrected and he will likely at that point, understand you are a child, and I’m your daddy.”
She nodded as she continued to try to wet herself.
It felt like it took two or three hours to get it going, but really, it must have been much shorter, but once she got three squirts out, she started to really pee full force, and the being held with his hands around her bottom and her front pushed against his body, she wet her skirt and his shirt, and the pee ran along her panties butt and drizzled out the back of her panties.
Once she was completely, wet, Mr. Oswald picked her up by under her arms, and looked into her eyes and he mumbled, so she didn’t even hear what he was meaning to say.
After a bit, he put her back in his arms, and he rolled the cart to the front of the store where some other people noticed the wet girl in her ‘daddy’s’ arms.
“Kids,” he sighed at someone in line.
The man just smiled and nodded. “Mine did that to me too, just a few days ago. I thought my ten year old was the only one to do that in public like that.”
“Well, I guess not. My kid is eleven.”
“Oh, she’s in trouble, isn’t she?”
“Yep. I’ve told her that I’m putting her DS up until tomorrow because this behavior. She could have at least told me she had to go, right?”
The man nodded.
They got out of the store, and looking around for the man that had followed them in the store, it looked like Ralph’s plan had indeed worked. No one was following them, that Breanna could see, and she even saw the man that had been following them before. He had gone off in another direction.
Mr. Oswald got the little girl in the back seat.
“Change your pants, sweetheart, and we’ll start towards the border. You did a good job going along with even the apparent scolding I gave you in there.”
She smiled and got in the back and put all the curtains up. Then while Ralph put her new dolls in the front seat and some of the toys in the far back, and eventually kept the DS in his hands until she came back out in a pair of jeans and a pair of training pants under them that was clean, she was given her new toy.
“Get in the front and sit quietly,” he told her with a smile while he went back and took down the curtains.
Once he was back in the car, he smiled at her.
“Good girl wetting your pants when I told you to. You would have definitely been kidnapped, and me, likely dead, had you fought me on that, honey.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I recognized that man once we were out in the sunlight. He is a notorious coyote that likes to kidnap college kids that are on their way to America for an education.”
She shivered. |
Chapter 4:
Breanna shivered when he confirmed that the person that he was worried about was definitely a notorious coyote. She started to work on the package for the DS game wanting to play with that first, but after a few minutes, and getting it opened, she found out she had to charge the game first.
She sighed and showed Ralph.
“Look in the glove box,” Mr. Oswald told her. “You should see a black thing that looks like it has a plug and a USB connector to it, and a long thing on the back with metal plates on either side.”
“What’s a USB connector?” she asked.
“It looks like a slot,” he scratched his head a moment. “Well, you do know what an electric outlet is?”
She nodded.
“It’s got one of those kinds of holes in the front above the little slot thing that is a USB connector.”
She nodded and opening the glovebox, pulled out the only thing that even came close to what he was talking about.
“This?”
“That’s it,” he smiled at the little nineteen year old. “Take the heating plug from the car outlet,” he pointed at what used to be called a car-cigarette lighter.
She pulled it out, and he nodded.
“Put that piece in the glovebox, and then plug the long stem part into where that cigarette lighter came from.”
She did.
“Now, plug your DS game into the plug holes. See?”
She nodded.
Once her DS was sitting on the dash charging, she picked up the special doll that ‘daddy’ had gotten her, and she started to undo that packaging.
Ralph kept driving, but he glanced at the little girl from time to time to see her unwrapping the special doll.
When she had it unwrapped, she pushed the button on it to cuddle, and held it under the arms to see what it did. The advertisement wasn’t that far off. The doll really looked cute and she thought it did look like it was trying to paw for a hug.
She put the doll up next to her neck and hugged it, and the doll calmed down, though its little hands were still pushing against her as if it really was a little baby.
“This little…,” she looked up at Ralph unsure of what to call it. Of course, as a nineteen year old, she wanted to call it what it was, a doll, but she was supposed to be eleven, and the word for what this was, was lost to her.
“The little baby doll, or dollie maybe? Or this baby?” Mr. Oswald tried to help her come up with the word she was missing.
“The… baby dollie,” she decided. “It’s really something, daddy. Thank you for getting her for me.”
He nodded and patted her lap. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m just glad you like it.”
She put the doll in her lap, and then she got out a coloring book and the crayons that Ralph got her, and she put a pink crayon in the doll’s lap, as if she were to help her color.
As she colored, she started to drift back into her headspace a bit.
“Bye Shawna,” an eleven year old girl said to a caramel-light brown hair girl with green eyes.
“Bye!” she heard the reply of her friend, and then she scanned the parking lot for her daddy’s black pickup.
The pickup was late, and it was getting later. This was not like daddy. He was always waiting for her when she came out of the school. Where was he?
She nervously shifted on her feet, scanning the entrance to the parking for her daddy’s truck.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept looking at the entrance, and as seconds turned into minutes—her daddy’s truck still absent. “Where is he?”
She was so pre-occupied with watching the entrance, that she didn’t know how it happened or what, exactly, happened. She was just suddenly lying in the backseat of a car, and two people in the front were talking.
“Did Carl take care of the guy?” a woman asked the driver.
“I believe so,” a man said back.
“So, where are we taking the girl?”
“We are supposed to take her Yuma, and from there, Hector is supposed to take her over the border.”
“And we are supposed to get paid then?”
“That’s the way I understand it.”
The little girl rubbed her eyes and sat up quietly trying to take in where she was and what was going on. As she did so, she felt the seat under her all wet. Her pants were soaked. Did she pee herself? She hadn’t done that since… well, she could remember, but what was more important, was that these strangers had her in their car.
“Where… where’s my dad?” she finally asked.
“The girl is awake,” the man told the woman. “Deal with her.”
The woman turned to the backseat, her hair was black and her eyes brown. Her voice was somewhat musical.
“Little one, your daddy doesn’t want you anymore.”
“What? No. That’s can’t be!”
“I’m afraid it is,” she told her. “Your name is Breanna, isn’t it?”
“Yes?”
“You’re a fifth grade student?”
She nodded.
“Well, you are making life too hard on your dad, so he’s paid us to take you away. He says your mom has family in Mexico, so if we take you there, you will have someone to take care of you.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t believe you. Where’s my daddy?”
“I’m sorry, little one. Look at your pants.”
She looked down.
“It’s no wonder he doesn’t want you anymore. What fifth grader pees her pants like that?”
She shook her head. “I… I don’t usually….”
“Don’t lie, little girl. That’s only the tip of the problem. You are a bad little girl, and now, he doesn’t want you anymore.”
“You’re lying,” she said starting to cry.
“I didn’t tell you to make her cry,” the man whispered to the woman.
“Well, she has to be told at some point. Sooner is better than later.”
“You’re both lying,” Breanna sobbed, sniffled, and wiped her nose on her shirtsleeve. “You’re lying.”
She felt her heart breaking. She reached over at the door even though the car was traveling along at its normal speed, and she tried the handle, but it was locked from the outside. She couldn’t open it.
“Just be a good girl,” the woman told her from the front. “Stop trying to get out. You cannot get out of the car.”
“But my daddy!”
“Your daddy doesn’t want you anymore, little girl. He didn’t pick you up from school, did he?”
“Something happened,” she said still sobbing. “He would never leave me! He wouldn’t.”
The lady sighed. “Whatever. Just lie down and rest, little kid. You’re going to need it.”
She didn’t lie down though. This woman was not her boss! She was trying to kidnap her, and while the little girl was definitely on the highway, no doubt being driven as far as a car can travel in a day, she was going to get away from these people as soon as she had a chance….
Tears came to the nineteen year old little girl’s eyes who was coloring with her new dolly.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Mr. Oswald asked her.
“Nothing,” Breanna said. “Well, I mean, it’s silly.”
“Nothing is silly when it makes you cry, baby. Come on, share, honey.”
“I just, I’m just thinking. I don’t even know for sure it’s real. It’s just being on the road, going back to America,” she sniffled.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Well, I’ve started to wonder about my dad.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I think he might have sold me, but something else, deeper down, a feeling….”
“You don’t really think he did?” Ralph asked her.
She shook her head, her eyes watering.
“You want to find him and ask him, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Well, I can’t make any promises, but maybe we can get in contact with him.”
She nodded.
Breanna went back to coloring.
“Did you hear what I said?” the woman in the front asked her?”
She was back in her head again.
The little fifth grader looked up at the woman.
“I said to lie down, or we’ll stop the car and make sure you lie down.”
Defiantly, she thought, “Good, stop the car. Open the door. See what happens when you do!”
“Pull over,” the woman told the driver.
He sighed and pointed out a rest area sign.
“I gotta go potty,” the girl had a plan forming.
“You already went,” the woman said looking right at her pants and the seat.
“Well, I gotta go again,” she said frowning at the woman.
“I don’t really care,” she said. “You’re already wet, so it won’t matter if you do it again, will it?”
She frowned. These people obviously didn’t care about her.
They pulled into the rest area, and the man got out while the woman stayed in the front blocking her from getting into the front.
The girl backed as far away from the closer door to the man as she could, right against the other door.
She was not going to let him touch her, if she could help it.
While she was backed against the other door, she hadn’t noticed, but the lady had gotten out, and then opened the door she was against, trying to stay away from the man, and because of pressing against it, she fell right down, hitting her shoulder on the frame of the car as she fell to the ground.
The lady reached down and placed a cloth over her face, and she started to panic, and then everything went black.
As she came out of her head scene, she felt a warm wet feeling down under her, and she reached her hand under her butt, but the seat was still dry. She blushed and looked up at Ralph.
“Daddy? I better….” But she stopped talking as she thought about what had happened at the toy store. What if there were more coyotes? Did she really want to go into the bathroom by herself? Her legs started to wiggle. She could now feel the pressure in her stomach and trying to press down at her muscles for release.
He looked over at her. “Do you need to stop?” he asked the little one.
She shrugged, as her body struggled to hold it.
“What is it?” he asked her. “It looks like you need to pee, sweetie. Why aren’t you asking me to take you somewhere?”
She shook as she looked up at him. “I… I’m sorry,” she had her hands between her legs.
“It’s okay, baby. Don’t you want to stop anywhere?”
She shook her head, nervously, scared that she might be in the bathroom alone, and there would be a coyote in there.
“Do you want to pee your pants?” he asked her.
She shook her head no at that, too. She was too old to just do that, even if she was being treated as an eleven year old, she was too old to wet her pants on purpose. Not only was she too old for that, it felt disgusting and it felt wrong.
Ralph sighed.
“How about I stop as soon as I can find a safe place…?”
She shook her head as he talked.
“Hear me out, baby. I’m here to protect you. I’ll stop, and if you aren’t wet, yet, I’ll take you to the bathroom.”
“But…. I… I don’t want to go in there by myself,” she whimpered.
“No, honey. You won’t have to. Daddy will take you in.”
“But… but… a boys’ toilet?”
He shook his head. “No, honey. I’ll take you to the girls’, okay?”
She nodded and doubled down on trying to hold it.
He found a rest area, and he lifted her up to make sure her jeans were still dry, and then he helped her out of the car and walked her over to the bathrooms.
She felt a little bit more press against her until a little bit sprayed her baby panties again.
Finally, however, he got her into the bathroom, and took her to a stall, where he directed her in, and then he bent down like he would to a child.
“I’ll be right here,” he told her. “I’ll have my hand on the top of the stall door, so you can see it, and you can look under the stall door and see my feet. I’ll be right here, and you can go, sweetie.”
She nodded. She backed up to the toilet, and started to pull her jeans down and then her damp panties.
Ralph narrowed his eyes at her damp panties just before he closed her stall door.
She sat down and she started to go.
As she sat, something else made itself clear. It had been bugging her for a while, but she had chosen to ignore it until now, and now she was on the toilet, it started to come out, too.
Breanna sighed as she started to feel the ooze from her bottom pushing into the toilet along with the pee from the front. She was happy that she was on the toilet, and that she could still see Ralph’s hand on the top of the stall door.
Done with making her messes in the potty, she started to pull toilet paper from the roll to wipe herself. Her face blushed a bit as she realized that Ralph had to have heard her going potty, and he probably smelled her mess, too. She tried to hurry with wiping, wanting to get rid of the mess and to get out of the bathroom.
When Ralph heard the flush, he opened her stall and looked in, but she had flushed it before she stood up, and now Ralph saw her privates with her panties down in front of her, the insides of them wet, but her jeans dry.
“Oh, honey,” he walked in and smiled at her.
“Take those pants off,” he told her.
“But they’re not wet,” she said.
“I know, honey, but you can’t get your wet panties off with them on.”
He helped her sit back on the toilet, and started to help her get her pants off.
“We’ll just take your pants off for a minute so we can get your wet panties off of you, baby. Then we’ll put your jeans back on, and you can wear them like that until we get to the car, where I can let you put on some clean panties.”
She looked down. “I’m sorry I almost wet in the car on purpose,” she said.
He hugged her and shook his head. “You did nothing wrong. You were just scared, baby. But don’t worry. If you get scared to go potty in public, daddy can take you into the bathroom and be here to even help you change your pants if you don’t make it.”
She nodded.
He got her jeans off of her, got her panties off of her, and then handed her pants back to her to put back on.
She got her pants on, and then she reached a hand up and took Ralph’s free hand to walk over to the sinks. She washed her hands, and daddy Ralph washed out her wet panties.
When they got back to the car, she started to reach for the backseat again, but he stopped her.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“Um… I’m gonna put on clean panties?” she reminded him.
“Yes, but you can do that in the front, honey.”
She looked down her face a little red.
“Too embarrassing?”
She nodded.
“Alright, sweetheart, go ahead.” And he let her get in the back and put up the curtain so she could comfortably take off her jeans, put some clean, the last pair of baby panties on, and then pull her jeans back on.
Once she was changed again, she opened the door, and Mr. Oswald pulled back down or open the curtains while she got in the front seat and settled again.
“I’m glad you took me in,” she whispered once they were driving again. “I didn’t realize how bad I had to go. I might have pooped my pants if you didn’t stop.”
He nodded.
Breanna didn’t question why he would stop at that rest area, but had a feeling there would be some he wouldn’t. He was used to taking kids up north. He probably knew there would be no coyote in there, but she didn’t. She started to feel like it was safest if he was nearby at all times.
Once or twice, he had pulled the car over slightly, and like he had told her, he didn’t walk off of the road, but just went to the edge of the road turning his back to traffic and to her, and then he came back a few minutes later. The back of his pants never sagged below his shirt line even once. So, she definitely knew he was telling the truth that he could easily go on the side of the road, and she would definitely need a lot more cover than that.
Ralph sighed as they drove a long, a bit later, and then he turned to Breanna.
“We are coming up to an area where coyotes are common,” he told her. “You will not be pulling over anywhere for a while unless we are spending a night in a motel. Do you…?” he frowned and waited a moment.
“I… I’ll listen to you and pee my pants every time you tell me to,” she nodded at him.
“No. I know that,” he said. “What I was thinking, because I know those night panties don’t hold very much….”
“What?” she gulped thinking she knew what he was trying to ask.
“Can I… can I buy you some pull ups, at least?”
“Pull ups?” she asked.
“It’s kind of like a diaper, but you put them on like panties.”
She frowned. “Will they keep my pants dry for sure?”
He shook his head. “The only way to be sure your pants are dry, is to put you in a diaper and put booster pads in it.”
She frowned. “I… I… What is the point of a pull up?”
“You won’t leak as much, and your pants won’t get as wet.”
“If they get wet, it’s all the same to me,” she whimpered.
“Well, I guess I can just let you deal with wet pants, then,” he nodded.
She shook. “Um… what if you did just get me diapers?” she asked him. “How would I get changed? Would I have to wear them all day until we get to the motel, even when it’s wet?”
“If you wet a diaper,” he smiled over at her. “We’ll put curtains up in the car like before, and I’ll help you change in the back when we stop for meals, snacks, or whatever where we have some space, and hopefully where we can park where we will not be watched too closely.”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to get you diapers?” he asked her.
Blushing, she looked down, thinking. One on hand, she had one pair of shorts and one pair of cute jeans left that would be wet in for sure before their next stop, likely. On the other hand, she would have to wear a diaper, and feel like a little kid, but then her pants would stay dry, and she could go in anywhere without anyone knowing she peed her pants, even if she was nineteen years old.
“Um… I guess a diaper is better,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I don’t like people to see I peed my pants—even if I’m supposed to be an eleven year old.”
He nodded. “But I still need you to act eleven.”
“I know. So you can protect me from coyotes and other bad people.”
He nodded.
“Then, it’s settled,” Ralph smiled and patted her leg. “I’ll get you some diapers when we get to the next town.”
The little girl sat in the front seat, and she sighed. She picked up her coloring and put it away, and then checked on her DS. Yay! It was charged!
A while later, they pulled over for lunch at a nice little restaurant in a small town, and after a small meal of beans, corn, and tortillas, they drove to a drugstore, where the man found the diapers made for little kids that still wet the bed.
All they had were pull ups there.
“I think we need to find something else,” he told her.
He asked an employee where they might find the section where they sell diapers for incontinent people.
“This way,” the employee led them to the adult diaper area.
“Are we getting diapers for a grandmother?” he asked.
“No. For my little daughter here. She’s having trouble lately, and we’ve finally decided that diapers were going to be better than just pull ups for her.”
“She wets that badly?”
He nodded with a tight frown, and Breanna just looked at the floor.
“It’s okay,” the man employee said. “A lot of young girls have trouble. We have something that might work over here.”
He showed them a diaper that claimed to hold wettings for four times.
“Don’t believe that label,” the employee told them. “It doesn’t hold any more than two full wettings, and even then, it can leak, but a booster pad, here….”
He pointed out some booster pads that also claimed to hold four leakings, and he pulled out the package with the longest and widest pad.
“This one is best if you are going to be changing positions all the time, standing one minute and sitting the next….”
“What if she is mostly sitting? We are going to be in the car for a few days, as we are driving around Mexico on tour, and we’ll only really be getting out to walk when we make stops.”
“Well, this one is still best for that,” he told them. “But we also have this one….”
The one he pulled out at that moment was a bit shorter.
“This one gives off a smell of flowers when you pee into it, so it kind of covers up your smell. But it only works if you pee. It won’t cover up any smell if you… have other issues.”
Breanna blushed.
“We’ll take both types of pads, two packages of each, and those diapers, two packages of those,” Ralph told the clerk.
Breanna just stood there, her face red and heated.
They walked out to the car, and after parking around in back, Ralph turned to talk to Breanna.
“Okay, honey, decision time. The next time we stop for a potty break, it will be dinner time, and time to stop for the night, so you’ll be wetting your pants from now until them. Do you want to do it in a diaper or your panties?”
She shivered. She looked down. She put her thumb in her mouth.
“Want me to decide?” he asked her.
She nodded.
“Promise to do whatever I tell you to do? If I tell you to wear a diaper, promise not to fight it?”
She nodded.
“Then get in the back and lie down so I can put a diaper on you, baby. If you want, you can pull off your jeans and your panties by yourself.”
She nodded, and when she got in the back, she pulled down her jeans and her panties, and then she laid down and looked up at him.
“Can I wear panties over the diaper?” she asked.
“Why, honey?”
“So in case someone sees the top or something, they will see panties and not a diaper?”
He smiled. “If it helps you not be as embarrassed, then I think that’s probably a good idea.”
He crawled in, closed the door, and put up the curtains for her, and then he put the diaper under her, and then, he started to stuff a booster bad between her legs, closer to her privates.
It made her shutter.
“Honey, I’m not trying to touch you,” he said in a soothing voice that tried to calm her down. “I just have to put the pad on you right, or it won’t help at all.”
She nodded and let him get it on her, and then he pulled up the diaper sides and taped them for her until they were in place. Once he was sure the diaper was secure, and would be less likely to leak pee, he took her hands and helped her into a sitting position. He helped her get her panties pulled up over her diaper, and then he pulled her jeans up.
“Is that too tight?” he asked her.
She shook her head. It was snug, but not really too tight.
Once they were done changing her, they got back in the front seat, and he started to drive.
“There is no point in asking to use the bathroom until we stop for the night,” he told her. “If we are making a stop, I’ll check your diaper before we continue to see if you need changed.”
She nodded. |
Chapter 5:
Breanna nodded about him telling her that there was no need to tell him if she had to pee because she wasn’t allowed to go for a while unless they were stopping for the night, so with a heavy sigh, she started playing with her DS game again.
“Cat Scratches” was becoming her favorite game. First, you had to create a cat character with some points to put into strength, dexterity, and constitution, and then you decided on how you wanted the fur to look, then you adventured in the yard, running into all kinds of adventures as a cat. You might find a mouse to hunt, a bird to chase a way, a dog to outsmart, or the name “Cat Scratches” came from the need to fight other cats to claim and expand your turf.
Misley Me a ow was now patrolling a turf made up of five conjoining yards which had a dog in two of them. Misley could sometimes get the dogs to chase other cats out of her turf, so she didn’t have to do all the work.
While Breanna played on, she eventually felt the need to go pee, but she also knew it was going to be useless to ask because he had already set down the rule, not that she’d go against it anyway on her own. The threat of coyotes was still too fresh on her mind to allow her to disobey her ‘daddy’, so eventually, she started to wet herself as she played her game.
Wetting on purpose wasn’t the same as having a leaking accident or even those times in the eighth grade when she accidentally wet at her desk. It would start, and spray in her panties for a moment, but then would just stop without warning, and even though she really wished it’d just hurry up and finish, she couldn’t get herself to wet her pants like that.
As a result, she spent probably two hours, glad to have her game to help her distract herself from what she was purposefully doing, trying to get all the waste waters out of her body and into her diaper.
Once her diaper was sagging and warm, she finally smiled and continued to play her game.
Mr. Oswald had turned the radio in the car to a station he wanted to listen to, and they drove on.
When the girl got tired of playing “Cat Scratches,” she turned her attention to her dolls and started to open the other dolls. If she was supposed to be eleven years old, after all….
“You are Guadeloupe,” she told her favorite doll, the one that was so special and able to cuddle and crawl. “And you,” she looked at a doll that had dark hair and brown eyes, “you are Marianna.” Guadeloupe and Marianna were her favorite cousins, whose parents were Uncle Jose and Aunt Catalina. The two of them understood her situation with her Uncle Jorge and her Aunt Carmen, and so they never made fun of her for things she wasn’t in control of.
She opened the other three dolls, and she sighed. She wondered what it was like to live in their houses. Cousin Anna, Cousin Adrianna, and Cousin Flora were not as understanding as Guadeloupe and Mariana, but they were still her cousins, and while they thought her problems were funny at times, they still stopped other people from making fun of her.
Breanna knew that she was the only thirteen year old, among all of them, that was still wetting her pants at school at that age, and she was pretty sure, she was the only one wetting the bed. The girls often had slumber parties, and Breanna was not allowed to wear diapers because Uncle Jorge said she was not a baby, and he usually spanked her for wetting the bed, but when she stayed with her other Aunts and Uncles for a slumber party with the other kids, they never yelled at her, and they never told Uncle Jorge, either.
“We dealt with her wetting,” they would tell Uncle Jorge. “So, there’s no reason to worry about it this time. She’s already been dealt with, and often, that was good enough for him. He never spanked her when they covered for her.
Breanna remembered, it was Marianna’s birthday, and everyone was at her house. There must have been fifteen cousins and eight uncles and aunts over at the time, she remembered how Aunt Catalina had been when she had made a mistake at that time.
“Breanna,” she remembered Uncle Jorge first noticing something off with her. “Come here.”
Breanna put her thumb in her mouth because she was certain she was in trouble. She looked at the floor, and walked cautiously up to Uncle Jorge.
“Yes sir?” she said around her thumb, the thumb most likely making it hard for anyone to understand what she said through it.
“Did you just sit there and piss your pants?” he asked her. She had been at the kitchen table talking to Guadeloupe and Mariana as they were eating cake.”
“No?” she pleaded hoping he wasn’t going to feel inside her panties. She wasn’t exactly wet, not really. But she had leaked a little bit. To her, though, it never counted unless it could be seen on the outside of her pants, or unless her uncle caught her in the act.
“No?” he mimicked her. “I saw you wiggling in your seat over there. Why don’t you go ask your Uncle Jose or your Aunt Catalina if you can use their bathroom before you pee all over yourself?”
She nodded.
She looked up at Uncle Jose because he was standing right there talking to Uncle Jorge.
“Excuse me, uncle, but can I go …?”
“May I?” Uncle Jorge corrected her.
“Sorry. May I go use your bathroom before I pee my….”
“Don’t say what you are going to do! That’s dirty!” Uncle Jorge criticized again.
“Sorry. May I go into your bathroom and do something there?” she asked.
Uncle Jose rested a hand on her head and nodded. “Yes, you may, Sweetie.”
But before she could go to the bathroom, Uncle Jorge grabbed her arm.
“You didn’t ask Aunt Catalina yet.”
Breanna sighed, and she walked over where the aunts were talking.
Mariana saw everything that was going on, so she ran ahead of Breanna, and she tugged at her mom’s arm until she was noticed.
“What, Mariana?”
“Sorry. Uncle Jorge is making Breanna asked you, and Breanna has to go really bad….”
Aunt Catalina knelt down just as Breanna came up to her.
“Can I go to your bathroom?” she asked.
“May I?” Mariana reminded her. Breanna knew she was just doing it in case Jorge was listening because Mariana always tried to help Breanna stay out of trouble when she could.
“May…?” but before Breanna got the words out, Aunt Catalina smiled and took her hand.
“It’s this way,” she said then walking past Uncle Jorge, gave him an evil eye as she led the thirteen year old to the bathroom.
Aunt Catalina went right in the bathroom with her, and closed the door so that no one would bother them, but at that moment, it was too late, and the poor thirteen year old started to soak her pants.
Aunt Catalina was quick to realize what she was doing and quickly coaxed her to the toilet and had her sit before she made a huge mess, getting most of the pee to flow into the toilet after it went through her panties, around her bottom, through her jeans, and poured into the toilet. Breanna started to sob.
“It’s alright,” Aunt Catalina told her. “It’s okay. It’s just an accident, sweetie.”
Breanna just sat there, peeing her pants like a four year old on the toilet while her aunt tried to calm her….
Breanna sighed back in the car.
She looked over at Ralph, and she wondered if she was a baby or not. Why was he alright with her wearing diapers and wetting her pants? Even if he said she was eleven years old, that was still too old to be doing this, and to be wearing diapers, wasn’t it?
With another sigh, she looked at the dolls, and then decided to just play with them.
As she started to get the dolls ready, something evil within her wanted some revenge on the three girls that sometimes teased her and even told Uncle Jorge when they thought she might go home and hide that she had had an accident at school before she turned seventeen. What if the three girls started wetting THEIR pants?
She was no student of dark magic, but she somewhat imagined it could be fun to know something about it right then, and if these three dolls were voodoo dolls, then she could really get even. It might have been fun to even think of a doll of Uncle Jorge and a doll for Aunt Carmen, but then she felt a shiver like that would be going too far.
She sighed.
Breanna looked over at Ralph driving, and she wondered what he’d think of her trying to get Adrianna’s pants wet, the doll…. He would probably notice if she tried to use some of the soda or something that he was allowed to drink.
While she played and thought about that a bit, she started to feel the boredom of being in the car, and not really getting into the play so that her world was starting to darken again, and her breathing started to get heavy.
“Are you wet, again?” Adrianna asked Breanna as she sat at the kitchen table working on homework. Her Aunt Carmen and Uncle Jorge were out, somewhere, and they had asked Adrianna to babysit even though the two girls were both thirteen years old, and they were in the same grade.
Breanna looked up from writing in her notebook about some reading she had done, her face with a pouty frown on it, and she shook her head no.
“I don’t believe you,” Adrianna told her. “Stand up. Go on.”
Breanna felt her body shake and she seethed at the other girl wanting her to go away. It wouldn’t matter if she was wet right now or not, because eventually, it was going to happen. It always did when Adrianna watched her.
Breanna stood up and turned around twice to show Adrianna that she was not wet, and the other girl nodded finally, and let her sit back down to do her homework.
“You don’t want me to tell Uncle Jorge that you were a bad girl, today, do you?” Adrianna asked.
“No?” Breanna whispered as she worked on her homework, her body shaking with seething anger because she knew that Adrianna was about to blackmail her into keeping out of trouble with her uncle.
“I want you to sit there and finish that homework,” the girl said. “No potty until all your homework is done.”
“But I usually am allowed to go to the bathroom if I gotta go,” Breanna looked up at her cousin.
“Well, if you really want to go, you can. But Uncle Jorge will know you were not listening to me. He will know you were a bad girl, and I’ll tell him you peed your pants anyway.”
Breanna frowned. “And if I stay in my seat and not go, even if it makes me wet my pants?”
“If you finish your homework, then I’ll help you clean up, and then Uncle Jorge doesn’t have to know anything different than the wet things were from you peeing your pants at school,” she shrugged.
Breanna sighed. “I don’t gotta pee right now, so I’ll just sit here and do my homework like you said.”
“Good girl,” Adrianna said. But then, she went and got Breanna a large glass of apple juice.
“Oh, and I want you to have this drank before you finish your homework.”
Breanna sighed. It was obvious that Adrianna was trying everything she could to make Breanna have to pee before she finished her homework, and then would watch her to see her struggling and maybe even wetting herself.
She drank from the cup as she did her homework because she didn’t want Adrianna to tell Uncle Jorge that she wasn’t being obedient. Even if Uncle Jorge found out she wet her pants, she would get in less trouble for that, than she would if Adrianna told him she was a brat.
A while later, Breanna started to stir in her sleep, and as she entered the half asleep state, she felt a familiar flooding into her panties that made her wake up, but still unable to control her peeing. It was then, that she remembered she had a diaper on, and the pee was getting all over her privates and her butt, but it wasn’t leaking through her pants.
She looked nervously over at Ralph.
“You okay?” Ralph asked her.
“I… I wet in my sleep again,” she said. “Well, I mean, I’m still….”
She felt more pee escape and press into the flood between her legs in her diaper.
“That’s okay. That’s what we talked about you doing, honey.”
Breanna nodded.
“It’s getting dark, sweetheart. We’ll pull over soon, so you won’t have to wear that wet diaper for that long. You only wet it once?”
Breanna shook her head. “I think I wet earlier, before I fell asleep.”
He smiled.
“That’s okay, baby.”
They saw a restaurant, and so he pulled into the parking, but before he decided to get out, he had her roll up on her hip to make sure the diaper had not leaked. It hadn’t.
“Let’s get something to eat first,” he told her. “Then we’ll find you a motel where you can get a shower, okay?”
Breanna nodded.
When she got out of the car, she felt the diaper sag into her jeans, and it the jeans had not been secured, she was sure it would have tried to pull them down with the weight of the water in the diaper.
They walked into a relatively quiet restaurant, and then were taken back to their table where she sat down with a squish.
As they waited there, she started to feel a little funny, and put her hand down at her privates. Her pants felt damp.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“What is it, sweetie?”
“I think it’s leaking.”
“The diaper?” he whispered back to her.
Breanna nodded.
“Just pretend not to notice it,” he told her. “We should eat first, and when you stand up, you can make any kind of scene you want because you are eleven years old, and you’ll be discovered at that time, to have peed your pants, okay?”
She nodded.
Breanna couldn’t help squeezing her legs together, scared of someone seeing her private area because it was wet there, but when she did that, some of the water leaked down between the leg holes and through her pants some more, causing her to relax her legs to try to stop the leaking, but then her pants would be more wet, making her more nervous so she squeezed her legs together again, much like a catch 22.
By the time she had eaten and finally had been gotten out of her seat by Ralph, the back of her pants were soaked as well as the insides of her thighs and her jeans were damp just under the button at the bottom of the zipper.
“You’re wet,” Ralph whispered to her as he carried her.
She hid her face in his chest, ashamed that anyone in the room could see that the nineteen year old, well, even if they thought eleven year old, still, she was ashamed. She was too old to wet her pants like that.
He carried her out to the car and put her down just next to the front seat. He felt under her cushion he had made for her, and then just too the cushion and towel out of the car and put her in the seat with her wet pants on.
“We’ll be at the motel soon,” Ralph told her.
She nodded.
It was probably another twenty minutes before they found a motel, but Ralph looked over at the little red faced baby girl, and he smiled.
“It’s okay, Breanna. You’re a good girl.”
She nodded.
He went into the office, paid for the key, and then came back and got his little girl out of the car, and together, they got the bags from the car and walked into the motel.
“We’ll be at the border by noon tomorrow,” Ralph told her.
“To America?” Breanna was surprised.
“No,” Ralph chucked. “I meant the border of Guatemala and Mexico. Anyway, you are to tell them you are eleven years old. They need to think you are my little daughter.”
Breanna nodded.
“It won’t hurt if you are wet when we get there, either. But if you aren’t, that’s okay, too.”
She nodded.
“Okay, let’s get you a bath so you can get some decent sleep.”
He took her into the bathroom, then he started to undo her pants.
“I need to take your diaper off,” he told her. “Then you can sit on the toilet to try to pee if you want while I run you some bath water, okay?”
Breanna nodded.
She didn’t have to pee, because, well, she just went before dinner, but she sat on the toilet like he told her to while he got her bath ready.
When her bath was ready, Ralph told her to wait, and he went out to the main room and brought in her pajama top and an undershirt.
“What about bottoms?” she asked him.
“I have to diaper you before you put on pajama bottoms,” Ralph smiled. “So after you dress your top half, come out to the room, and lay on your bed. If I’m not in the room, I’ll be right back. I just need to wash your clothes, honey. You are practically out of clean things to wear.”
Breanna blushed. She knew he was right.
When he diapered her, he put the longer wider pad on her under the diaper, and then he put the scented shorter pad over her crotch area inside the longer pad.
“That should keep the bed dry,” he said once he taped up her diaper. “Now, you can do whatever you want until you fall asleep,” he told her. “There’s television, your toys, and your game.”
Breanna nodded.
“I’ll be right back. I need to check on your laundry again.”
She sighed. She wondered if any of her panties were dingy and showed a stain, that while he was folding her clothes, someone might notice a little wetting girl’s problem.
She played with the DS game for a while before she fell asleep. |
Chapter 6:
It was sort of weird to come out into the main room with her pajama top on, but her butt naked from the waist down, through this wasn’t the first time this had happened to her. Breanna kept her head down as she walked over to her bed, and she laid on the top, waiting for Ralph to come back wherever he had taken her clothes to wash them.
The girl turned on the television to watch it some while she waited, and eventually, Ralph came in, saw her, and walked right over to the bag to get a diaper and a bigger broader pad along with the shorter nice floral smelling one.
He squatted down and showed her the diapers.
“I’m going to put these on you, okay, sweetie?”
She nodded knowing that it was coming.
He rolled her over to one side and slipped the diaper on under her, the larger pad already inside the diaper, and then he rolled her back and fixed the diaper so it pulled up between her legs, then he showed her the smaller one that he stuffed between her legs and got it just over her front pee crack area.
“You comfortable?” he asked her.
She nodded.
Then he pulled the sides over and taped each side, almost expertly. Sure, he had practiced with her, once or twice, but he was too well practiced, even for just that. It was like he knew exactly what he was doing, and was used to doing this. Maybe he diapered girls all the time.
Before she could really dwell on it, though, he had given her some hot chocolate, and before she was completely done drinking it, she felt her eyes drooping to a close.
“Finish your juice,” her amber eyed gold-caramel haired cousin told her as she sat at the table, her homework having just been completed. Her apple juice still had maybe a quarter of the way to go before she was done.
While Breanna drank her juice, her cousin looked over her math to make sure she had done it right. Adrianna was much better at math than Breanna was, but then, as she and her aunt had tried to explain to Mr. Oswald before, everyone was better than her at both math and writing.
“You got these six wrong,” Adrianna told Breanna when she had finally finished her juice. “I want you to fix them.”
Breanna nodded and looked over the problems again, but as she started to rework the first of the seven she got wrong, Adrianna, who was staring over her shoulder, shook her head and took Breanna’s pencil out of her hand.
She erased what Breanna had started to write, and she sighed.
“Breanna, wait a minute,” she said.
Breanna got tears in her eyes. She never did this stuff right. She was lucky it was only seven wrong and not fifteen out of twenty wrong.
Adrianna pulled out some paper and she set up the problem for Breanna, and then she started to go through it, writing out the first step for her first….
Breanna copied what her cousin wrote.
“Now, what do we do next?” Adrianna asked frowning down at her cousin who was really the same age, but was treated as though she was much younger.
“Um…,” Breanna looked carefully at what was done, but she shook her head not really understanding.
Adrianna sighed. “You’re going to fail the math test tomorrow.”
“Math tests?” Breanna panicked. She didn’t remember her math teacher saying she was going to have a test!
“Yes, Breanna,” Adrianna sighed. “Don’t you ever pay attention at school?”
Adrianna worked with her to solve five of the seven problems before Breanna realized she had to poop.
“Um… Adri?”
“What, Bre-an?”
“I gotta go potty.”
“What did I say about that?”
“I can’t go until my homework is done?”
“Good, you were paying attention. Now we just have two more problems….”
“But I don’t think I can hold it.”
“I told you, didn’t I? If you wet, we’ll hide it so it looks like you wet at school,” she told her. “Uncle Jorge is used to you wetting at school, right?”
Breanna frowned. She didn’t even want to pretend it was from school, but this was more serious than a little pee about to wet her bottom.
“Adri!”
“What?”
“It’s not pee! Please let me go?”
“You can go if you want. I’ll just tell Uncle Jorge that you were disobedient!”
Breanna thought about which would be better.
“I’ll tell him you were a brat all evening, and that you peed your pants on purpose, too.”
She sighed. “I’m gonna poop my pants, though.”
Adrianna sighed. “Well, I don’t think Uncle Jorge will believe you did that at school. The school would have called if you did that there. So, I guess you’ll either have to get in trouble for a pooping accident, or get in trouble for being disobedient and peeing your pants on purpose. It’s up to you.”
Breanna started to cry. “But I’m asking permission. I’m not trying to be a brat.”
“Let’s try to finish the last two problems, baby. If you can get the last two problems finished before you start really pooping, then we can probably make it look like you just didn’t wipe very well if it starts leaking on you….”
Breanna felt the tears stinging her eyes….
Her face was red and burned with shame. Her legs shook, and her butt wouldn’t stop scooting back and forth in her chair. She knew it was only a matter of time before she started to go, and she really doubted she could even finish one problem let alone both before she started to go in her pants.
“Look, if you’d just sit still enough to pay attention,” Adrianna told her. “You’d have already gotten the right answers and would already be on the potty. Can you please, stop squirming for just a minute so we can get through these?”
Breanna shook her head, her voice starting to moan in sobs as she felt a little pee spray on her panties. She was going to lose, and she wasn’t even done with the first of the two last problems because she couldn’t concentrate.
“I’m gonna poop my panties,” she tried to tell Adrianna, though it was really hard to tell what she was saying because her sobbing was more powerful than her voice at the moment, not that Adrianna shouldn’t already know what she was crying about.
“Well, you’re not done with your homework, are you baby?”
Breanna shook her head.
“If you do poop your panties, don’t let Uncle Jorge also find out you were a brat and disobedient, too. Let’s just get this done. If you really can’t hold it, then poop your pants, but let’s get this done.”
Breanna continued to cry as she tried to keep herself from pooping though she could already feel spraying from time to time wetting her panties, which then dampened and then soaked her jeans, and then made a puddle in her chair just as she got the right answer to the first of the two problems.
Pee started to pour over the chair while she worked on the second problem, and then her bowels pushed at her, making her butt hurt for a moment before it finally poke through the tightly compressed hole, and after only a moment of a bit peeking out the hole, she started to feel a run of little bumps that pushed on the hole in quick succession as poop started to fill the space under her.
Her face turned purple, and her hands when towards the back of her pants, willing to push at the poop to get back inside her body, but even as she did so, more poop made a run for inside her panties, not starting fill both down the insides of her legs and running up her back a bit. She scooted back and forth nervously, but that only squished and made the poop move more towards the front of her, leaving more room for another run and another.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bumpy pushing pouring slime-coated mush stopped making a run into her panties, and she sat there, a complete mess.
“Are you quite finished pooping?” Adrianna asked her with a scowl on her face.
Breanna was still shaking, and her legs were still nervously squeezing together from time to time, more from the habit of trying to pretend she still had to pee even after she was done, at school, making the other kids think she was still holding it until the end of a class period. Breanna nodded with a shivering chill running down her back.
“Then let’s get this last problem done….”
Darkness settled in for a moment as her mind started to slowly become aware of where she was again. She shook in her bed, the soft mattress on her back and shoulders told her that she was not standing in front of Adrianna or her uncle, but under her, she did feel wet around her bottom and her privates. She reached her hands under the blankets, and she pushed at the front of herself, and the squishy thing under her pajama bottoms released a little bit of water that went down and around her bottom collecting in the back seat of her butt. But she wasn’t exactly in a puddle, nor was her pajamas or legs wet at all.
Then she remembered, she wasn’t even at home. She sat up, and though the room was pretty dark, and it was hard to see much, she could make out large silhouettes of the television, another bed, and some bags on the floor.
She was in the motel room, and she must have just peed herself before waking up, but everything was so dark, she knew it must be the middle of the night. With a sigh, she laid back down, and closed her eyes again, glad that pooping her pants in front of her cousin was just a nightmare. She had never done that, as far as she could remember. She had pooped her pants a couple of times when she couldn’t get to the toilet in time in the past, but as far as she remembered, it was when she was in the car, and there was literally no toilet around, and her uncle told her to be a good girl and to hold it.
The next morning, Ralph got her up just like he had the morning before, only this time, he just pulled her blanket down and started to pull her pajama bottoms down.
“What?” Breanna closed her legs tightly to make him stop.
“Honey, I have to change your diaper before we set out. I don’t want you wearing a wet diaper first thing on the road,” he told her.
She blushed.
“You know I have to do this, don’t you?”
Breanna nodded remembering the talk the day before. Coyotes were out there, and he was doing this to protect her.
She relaxed her legs and even lifted them or her bottom for him when he needed to help him get the change over with.
He held up the soggy diaper for a minute, and then smiled.
“Looks like it was good we put both boosters in,” he told her. “You peed almost as much as you did when you wet twice before we got you to the motel last night.”
She felt her face heat up.
“It’s alright, sweetie. You’re just an eleven year old girl that hasn’t stopped wetting the bed, aren’t you?”
She nodded remembering his story for the Guatemala border.
“Why I gotta tell them I’m eleven at the border though?” Breanna finally asked after he got her in a clean diaper with both types of booster pads.
“Honey, you’ll probably have wet your pants by then. What are you going to tell them about wearing a diaper, particularly a wet diaper when they start searching you.”
“Searching me?”
“The border patrol picks random cars to pull over who are crossing, and they make everyone get out. They search the car to make sure stuff isn’t being illegally taken across, and they also pat down everyone in the car, and they will feel your diaper, and they might even make you take off your pants so they can make sure you are wearing a diaper and not just using that idea to hide something. They might even make you take off your wet diaper and check it to make sure it’s really pee and not something hidden inside it.”
“They… they do?”
“Yes, honey. I’ve had quite a few girls embarrassed by their searching, and a couple of them told them she was nineteen, which led to them asking her more questions, and then they embarrassed her by basically getting her to the point that she had to tell them that she wets her pants all the time, which is why she is in diapers before they finally let her go.”
Breanna frowned.
“If you stick to the story that you are eleven years old, they are not allowed to pick on you like that, and they’ll direct all the embarrassing questions at me instead, so I can protect you and make it seem natural without letting them make you say you pee your pants all the time. I’ll tell them we are on a long car trip, and I diaper you when we go on long trips because an eleven year old child can only hold it so long before she wets her pants.”
Breanna sighed and nodded. She guessed that made sense.
After breakfast, Ralph ordered her some strawberry milk as a treat.
“Pretend you are happy with it,” he whispered to her. “What kid wouldn’t be happy about getting a treat in the morning?”
She nodded and gladly drank the treat before they set off on the trip for the day.
Between her DS, her dolls, and her coloring book, Breanna kept herself mostly occupied with a little chatter here and there with Ralph, as though Ralph was really her daddy. He asked her silly stuff, like what she was playing with her dolls, or if she liked the music that was playing when he caught her moving to it, and a couple of times, he asked if she was wet yet, but she wasn’t.
Traffic suddenly started to slow down to a crawl, so that Breanna looked up from her DS, “Cat Scratches,” and she realized that they must be at the border. She put the DS game down, and put her thumb in her mouth. It was at this time, that her body suddenly told her that she had to pee for the first time that day.
“Oh, not now,” she mentally told her bladder. “Why couldn’t you have just done this earlier?”
She started to wiggle her legs in nervousness.
Ralph smiled over at her.
“Don’t be so nervous, honey. If you look too nervous, they won’t believe you are a child. You won’t get in trouble for crossing the border if you are eleven years old.”
“It’s not that,” Breanna said looking down at her privates pointedly.
“Then just wet your pants, honey. It’s going to take a while before we get to the front, and while you might be embarrassed, they shouldn’t see a nervous little child. Pee. Them. Please.”
The way he slowly said the last three words, she looked down and tears filled her eyes. If her uncle said three words like that, his words would have been “Don’t. You. Dare.”
She kept bouncing her legs and scooting her butt in her seat, but eventually, with Ralph staring at her as though he was getting a little nervous that she was going to keep doing this all the way to the front, Breanna started to feel her bladder releasing nearly on its own, until her diaper was soggy for a moment around her, and then after a few seconds, the pee started to get absorbed by the padding inside the diaper, and then she felt mostly dry.
She still kept closing her legs every now and then because she was about to pass through the gates where the guards checked, and she saw that Ralph was right about them choosing some cars to pull over because she saw several, and she saw the officers patting people down.
Breanna felt her heart melt as she saw one little girl, maybe about the age she was supposed to be, looking up shamefully at the border guard, her skirt soaked in her pee, probably from sitting at the border line for too long.
Luckily, their car had not been targeted for a stop, and after Ralph answered a couple of questions, and he looked over at the toys surrounding Breanna, and saw her legs moving funny, he mentioned that the little girl looks like she’s about to wet her pants, and then waved them on.
Breanna’s face got really red, but she was glad they were motioned to move on.
“Honey, I told you to just pee long before now,” Ralph told her once they were away from the gate.
“I did, daddy. I just… I always get nervous and try to squeeze my legs together after I wet because…. I just do.”
He smiled. “Okay, honey. You’re wet then?”
She nodded.
“I’ll get you somewhere to get you a clean diaper on, sweetheart. Just be patient for a little bit, okay?”
Breanna nodded and picked up her DS again, wiping her wet thumb from sucking it at the gate off on her shirt before continuing to play.
While they were driving along, Ralph supposedly looking for a safe place to both get her some lunch, and to change her diaper, he suddenly asked her a funny question:
“What do you remember about your real dad?” he asked.
“Um… only that he doesn’t want me,” Breanna started to parrot what she had heard ever since coming down south, but then, she shook her head. “Actually, I don’t know if he wants me. Everyone kept telling me he doesn’t want me, and that’s why I was sent away, and why he never came looking for me, but somewhere, deep down, I’m not sure that’s even the case.”
“Your aunt and your uncle told you that, probably so many times, that as a child, you were believing them for a while, right?”
Breanna nodded.
“What if I told you that your daddy has been looking for you since the day you disappeared from school?”
Breanna gave him a sideways look.
“But I’m nineteen years old now,” she told Ralph. “Why would he care if I was found now?”
“Because, honey. No parent stops loving their children no matter how old they get, and no parent wants to give up hope of finding a missing child alive.”
“Are you my daddy?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I am only your daddy for this trip,” he told her. “I need you to act like I’m your daddy until we get to America.”
“Then why are you bringing my daddy up? Are you really from that school you say you are from?”
Ralph smiled. “You’re a smart little cookie, aren’t you? No, I’m not from any school.”
“So, why’d you come to take me away from my uncle and aunt?”
“First of all, they are not your real uncle or aunt,” Ralph explained to her. “I was afraid to tell you that before we got across the border because if you panicked, you might have tried to go back to those people. They had gotten you through the coyote network.”
“But why? Why would they use Coyotes to try to steal a child from America?”
“Their plan was to use you, a natural born American who has lost both of her parents, tragically, and as your guardians, they would get the country to let them bring you back across, and essence, slip into America that way.”
“Why didn’t they then?”
“Their plan didn’t go as they had wished. They coyote that had kidnapped you had only done a half ass job, and he didn’t get the papers he needed to prove you are an American.”
“Do you have papers to show I’m an American?” she asked Ralph.
“Right here,” he pulled out the papers from the glove box, the same papers he had shown the Guatemala border patrol.
Breanna looked over the papers.
“These papers are wrong, though,” she said.
“How so?” Ralph asked her.
“The birthdate is wrong.”
“Yes, well, I had some parts of the papers changed because otherwise, questions would be asked, and you might not have gotten out of Guatemala.”
“But according to these papers, I’m eleven years old.”
“Exactly. Which is why you need to pretend to be eleven until we get got America, and our desitination.”
“If our destination is not the school, then where are you taking me?” Breanna suddenly pushed the all the toys to the floor.
“I’m taking you to see your dad,” he said.
“Really? My dad? But….”
“Your dad sold his house and his car, and he’s put every dime he has in the bank into looking for you. He had learned maybe a year or so after your kidnapping that a Mexican Coyote was kidnapping children and then Mexicans were using such kids to get to America. He wasted nearly two years having Mexicans investigated privately who got into America, but accidentally discovered that the coyote that actually got a hold of the girl at your school, you, had been caught with false papers trying to get children down to Guatemala.”
“So, my dad? He HAS been looking for me?”
“Yes, baby. I told him that it would be hard to prove to the border patrols that a nineteen year old girl that was still in Guatemala was really an American, so your dad told me to do whatever it took to bring you back.”
“I told him I might have to make you look younger, and make you act like a child.”
Breanna smiled. She didn’t care what her dad agreed to. He actually wanted her back.
“I called him when I found you and told him that I had a plan, but it would mean you’d have to pretend to be eleven years old. He agreed to it right away before he even knew all the details.”
Breanna nodded. “I agree, too.”
“If you agree, then you won’t fight me anymore about peeing your pants all the time, will you?”
Breanna shook her head no. “I’m going to see my daddy. How much longer?”
“If all goes to plan, you should be meeting him in three days. But we need to convince everyone that you come in contact with that you are an eleven year old child, and that you have potty issues. It’s all part of the cover story. Since most eleven year olds don’t have those issues, it would be too specific for anyone to think we made it up.”
“Why do I need to have potty issues?”
“If for some reason, the Mexican police hold us for a day or two, if you continue to wet your pants like you need to, and they do all the checking they are supposed to, they will eventually come to the conclusion I am your daddy and your medical file will talk about you having seen doctors again and again when you were seven, nine, ten, and even this year about it, but you just keep peeing your pants all the time.”
Breanna nodded. “Okay. I guess it’s a small thing compared to seeing my daddy again. I’ll just pee my pants if you really think that’s best.”
“I do, baby. That’s why I’ve been trying to get you used to it and showing you that you won’t be punished for it.”
“Then, are the coyotes you said about yesterday real?”
“Unfortunately, they are. That’s a second reason why I wanted you to pee your pants. If you get used to wetting, then we won’t have to worry about you being in the girls’ room along a dangerous area, where it might be hard for me to go in with you. There are women coyotes, too.”
Breanna nodded. “I know.”
“You know?”
“Yeah. I think one of the people that kidnapped me was a woman.”
Ralph nodded.
“So, my cousins aren’t really my cousins?” she asked Ralph. “I mean, most of the other aunts and uncles were kind of nice to me, almost like a real family. Only Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen seemed to be constantly disappointed in me.”
“Honey, I doubt the others even knew what Jorge and Carmen were really up to. Jorge and Carmen’s disappointment in you had nothing to do with your schooling, your wetting, or anything except that the coyote had messed up, and they were unable to use you to get to America. Forget about Jorge and Carmen, baby. They were not your real family. From what I gathered about them, they never treated you like a real member of the family, but something barely better than a dog.”
Breanna nodded.
“Now pick up your toys and keep playing, sweetie. Even though you know the truth, now, it is more important than ever that you continue to act in the right character. Now more asking to go potty. All wetting goes in your pants until we get across the American border. Agreed?”
Breanna nodded. “I agree.” |
Chapter 7:
Breanna sat there, now feeling full of high spirits as she picked up her DS, not caring that her bottom was feeling a little damp, but not completely wet due to the cushion of the pad in her diaper that Ralph had put on her insistently that morning.
“I can’t believe he was really looking for me all that time,” she said to her cat character, Misley Me a ow. “I’m actually going to see my dad again!”
She happily had Misley scratch up a rather rugged Tom cat that looked a bit bigger than Misley, and that was marked as a level 5 while she was still level 3. Poor Misley had to run away from that fight in the end, but even the defeat of her little Misley, escaping into her house for some rest and food to improve her health for the next fight, Breanna couldn’t be put into a bad mood.
“There’s a place,” she suddenly heard Ralph as he pulled off of the main road towards another small diner. They parked in the back, and Breanna knew that meant he intended on changing her diaper, probably in the car again.
After a quick diaper change, Ralph made sure she had her favorite dolly in her hands, and he took her into the restaurant in her cute skirt and a very adorable light blue tee shirt with white lace around the collar and the ends of the sleeves as well as the hem.
“And how is the little one, today?” the waiter came to their table to take an order. “Are you enjoying your trip? Are you from Guatemala?”
Breanna looked over at Ralph.
“Sorry about that, she’s kind of shy. We were down in Guatemala visiting her mother’s relatives for a few days, but now we are headed back to the states because school starts in a couple of days, and we need to get her registered again.”
“That’s so nice. A lot of families seem to forget their relatives south of the border once they make it north. So, where is her mom?”
“Well, she’s actually not with us anymore, which is one reason I thought the little one should see Guatemala at least once, so she knows where her mom came from.”
“Wow! That is so inspirational.”
“The little lady will have your teen special, and I’ll have your rice and fajita meal.”
“Very good, sir. We’ll bring those right out as soon as they are ready. Are you just drinking…?”
“A glass of coke for the little lady and a cup of coffee for me.”
“Very well. Coffee refills are on the house.”
“Thanks.”
After he had gone, Breanna looked up at Ralph.
“Well, your dad did say that your mom was from Guatemala, so that seemed the best cover story for why were down there.”
She nodded.
“Are you excited about getting back to America, sweetheart?”
Breanna nodded and smiled up at him.
“Once we get you back to America, we’ll get you your own phone. It’s about time you had one, and besides, having a phone is as much about safety as it is about you just having something that you’d want.”
She looked down. What did he have to say about her getting a phone, really? And did her daddy actually give him money for these toys, or did he really buy these toys for her, himself. He had told her that he had to convince her daddy to treat her like a kid….
“After lunch, we should stop and get you some more clothes,” Ralph told her.
“Why?”
“Because a kid only having a few things like you have isn’t natural. You should have more stuff to wear, and besides, we don’t want you to run out of clothes if you happen to wet enough to leak into your clothes even if you are wearing diapers.”
She looked in to his eyes.
“But the diaper lets me wet at least twice before it’s going to leak,” she mumbled wondering why she would have to wear a wet diaper longer than that.
“Yes, honey, it’s supposed to do that, but if something causes you to need to go more than that before I can get you to a safe place to change, then it’s best to be ready.”
“Yeah, but I have enough clothes, and you just washed them last night….”
He smiled at her. “Honey, I’m the daddy on this trip. If I say you need more clothes, you need to just accept that and do what I say. Remember, you agreed to be the little one until we get you re-united with your daddy, so that I can protect you.”
She looked down. “Yes sir. I know. I’ll be good and do whatever you say.”
“Good girl.”
After they were done eating, Ralph stood up and he beckoned Breanna to follow him.
Looking down, she followed him, and he took her right into the men’s.
“I thought I wasn’t going to have to go in here,” she whispered, but still followed him like a good girl.
“You don’t have to use the potty here,” he told her. “I don’t want you to use it in here, to tell you the truth because it isn’t decent for you to do so, and because it could be dangerous, but I do need to keep an eye on you for your safety, so you need to come with me.”
He directed her back to the larger stall, the one made for people who need more space for reasons like being in a wheelchair or whatnot, and he stood her at the far end of the stall, and turned her to face the wall away from the toilet.
“Daddy will be done in a minute,” he told her. “Just stand there and face the wall like a good little girl. You surely don’t want to watch me go, do you?”
She shook her head no. She had no interest in watching him, or even a boy her age to go, really.
As she stood there, she heard sounds that told her that he was using the toilet.
Once he was done, and decent again, he came up and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her. He turned her around and pulled down her pants to check her diaper, but it was still dry since he had just recently changed her before coming into the restaurant.
“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have another accident, sweetheart.”
She nodded.
He pulled her pants back up and fixed her shirt and clothes so she was decent, and then he lifted her up and carried her over to the sinks. At the sinks, he helped her up so she could wash her hands. Maybe he wanted people to think he let her use the toilet, and people thinking a little kid used the toilet was a little less embarrassing than people thinking she watched her daddy go.
She washed her hands as well as he did, and then he picked her up again, and carried her back to the table, where he left the cost of the meal for the waiter, and then taking her by the hand again, he walked her out to the car.
When they got in the car, Breanna looked over at him, her favorite doll clutched in her hands.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“If you going to take me in so you can use the toilet, how come you don’t just take me in and make me use the men’s toilet to go potty?”
“Because I need you to be wetting your pants. It’s not just about preventing them from having a chance to kidnap you, it’s also to turn them off from grabbing you because most people that traffic young girls, they want a girl that is old enough to know better than to pee her pants.”
“So, I… I’m in a diaper,” she looked up at him.
“Yes, you are, honey. And if they get you away from me, they’ll see you in not only a diaper, but hopefully a very wet soggy one which will make them change their minds about wanting you.”
She nodded.
“Believe me, I may not work for a school, but I do know how the coyotes work along this route.”
“How do you know so much about the coyotes?” she asked him.
“I call myself El Lobo, or wolf,” he told her. “I not only retrieve girls and sometimes children from Los Coyotes, but I also often take people away from them when I can, and then I get those people back where they belong.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I do often make the girls I take back from the Coyotes to start going potty in their pants until I get them back where they are going, because I know the coyotes are following us, and when Los Coyotes discover the girl is now wetting and sometimes, even pooping her pants, they lose interest in her and go on to find someone else to target.”
“So….,” she looked down at her lap. “You’ve been trying to get me to pee my pants all this time because you really do know it works in stopping Los Coyotes from being interested, even if they find out I’m not really eleven years old?”
“Exactly, honey. The eleven year old story is just so we can get you back across borders with less problems with the border guards, and so when you wet your pants at restaurant, and sometimes diapers do leak, the people around you are less likely to stare, which will make you less nervous.”
She nodded.
“You are a good girl, so far, but you really need to keep up on the no toilet policy until we get you to your daddy, sweetheart. I don’t want Los Coyotes to become interested in you.”
She nodded. “I will. I promise.”
He patted her lap. “You are a good little girl.”
She smiled up at him.
“Play with your toys. We are going to go shopping as soon as we get to a big enough city to be able to find a decent place to shop for clothes for you.”
Breanna smiled and she started to play with her dollies again.
Somehow, even though she really wanted revenge on Adrianna and the others that sometimes picked on her, when she started to think about Adrianna peeing her pants again, she shook her head thinking it just wasn’t naturally her character.
Instead, she looked more at her Marianna dolly and her Guadeloupe dolls, thinking more about their characters. Of course, they could never just pee their pants like she was doing, and she could never imagine Aunt Catalina or Uncle Jose being so mean to them, that they could be made to wet themselves. There was no way Uncle Jose would leave them with Uncle Jorge or Aunt Carmen, so that wouldn’t cause it either, but then thinking about Adrianna…, she got an idea.
As she played, Adrianna telling Marianna that if she didn’t do what she said for a whole week, then Adrianna was going to tell Aunt Catalina that Guadeloupe had something bad, and because she had taken a picture of it with her phone, Marianna knew that she had to obey if she didn’t want her big sister to get in trouble.
As they drove, and Breanna played, she suddenly felt a little catch in her bladder, and she knew it was time to wet again. She put her dolls down, somehow, embarrassed to pee her pants in front of them, and she looked over at Ralph, and she already knew his answer. He wanted her to wet her diapers from now on, so telling him she had to pee was not going to make it any easier.
Ralph looked over at her after she had put her dolls down, and seemed to sit there without playing.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked her.
“I’m just about to wet my pants,” Breanna said her face getting a bit warm at admitting it.
“That’s a good girl. Go ahead and go, sweetie. I’ll try not to look at you or do anything to make you nervous.”
She nodded.
They hit a bump, which weakened her muscles that were still not really accustomed to letting her pee freely, and that allowed her to leak a little bit, which in turn, led to more spraying once her diaper was damp, and then more and more until she was finally going full force into her diaper and couldn’t stop it if she wanted to.
After several seconds, she looked over at Ralph, her face on fire.
“You did it?” he asked her.
She nodded biting her lower lip.
“Good girl,” he reached over and patted her lap. “You are going to be glad you are wetting your pants like this, if a coyote ever gets you alone,” he told her.
She nodded.
They got to a larger city maybe an hour or so after she had wet her diaper, and was now playing with her dolls again, her diaper still wet since he had not yet found a safe place to pull over to change her.
Ralph parked the car in the large parking lot, got out and went around to her side of the car, and got her out and started to pick her up.
“What about my wet diaper?” Breanna whispered to him.
“It doesn’t show, sweetheart. Let’s just get you some more nice clothes, get you a treat, and then after that, we’ll find a better place to park, so we can change you privately, okay?”
She frowned at having to wear her wet diaper into the store, but he was in charge, and she was just an eleven year old who had to obey her daddy. He usually changed her right away, so maybe he knew something that she didn’t about this area of Mexico. It was safer to do whatever he told her.
He let her down when they got to the carts, and he placed her hands on the cart bar to push it, and then he walked behind her, pushing the cart with his hands outside hers. She imagined, she really did look like a little kid like this, and wondered if this scene didn’t actually make her look like a bigger eight or nine year old rather than an eleven year old. Still, there was no way to argue that it would be a lot more difficult to get her away from him while they were in this position.
He took her over where there were some overalls for little girls, and he started to look through them. She was right at his side, as he seemed to consider the colors.
“I like that one,” Breanna pointed at the purple corduroy ones. It was almost a pastel color of purple, and she thought it was the cutest of the ones that were displayed.
Ralph smiled and pulled it off of the rack to check the size.
But Ralph didn’t want to just get her one of those. He got her three pairs, one jean blue, the purple one, and a pink one that was made more like cotton than jean, but not corduroy either.
Breanna sighed at getting all these.
Ralph then took her to skirts that were made the same way, with overall straps over the shoulders, and he got a pink and purple one, a green one, and a black and pink one.
Breanna looked up at him wonder what this theme had to do with getting through Mexico safely.
Ralph then took her to where they had swimsuits that were the one piece style. She looked up at him wondering why she needed something like this, but she also noticed he was getting her two sizes too big.
“Daddy? These are too big for me,” she told him.
“Honey, these are not meant for swimming.”
“Oh. What are we getting these for then?”
“Coyotes that try to undress you will not only find you in a diaper,” he told her. “But you will be wearing this, too. That will make them think there is something wrong with your development, like your intelligence, and that will make them think you can’t be easily reasoned with.”
Breanna looked down.
“If anyone tries to take you away, you need to start screaming and crying and fighting, and wetting your pants if you can, and even biting and scratching at them. When they finally get you calm enough, and they notice you’ve peed enough to leak, they’ll try to take off your clothes. Fight them, because they are up to no good, anyway, but when they see what looks like a baby onsie on you, and they see the sagging diaper under the swimsuit, they will see they have made a big mistake, because there is no way they can expect to reason with you to do what they want. The best they can do, is pawn you off as a little girl at that point, and then you won’t be put into sex trafficking or anything like that, okay?”
Breanna had a fowl taste in her mouth throughout most of his explanation, that is, until he ended with the idea she could be sex trafficked, if people realized she was a cognitive nineteen year old, and that the getup would definitely make them change their mind about that. She agreed, it was better to look like a little girl that needed this kind of stuff than it was to be sold into a life like that.
“If all goes well, you will not even see another coyote, but it is much better to be dressed and treated as a baby, and not need it, than it is to not be ready, and then have something happen,” he finished his reasoning with her.
She nodded. He was right. They must be really in a dangerous coyote area, because he had let her go all the way through Guatemala without this extremity in convincing power. She really hoped she didn’t see a coyote, and the nervousness caused her bladder to suddenly release a spray without her even realizing she had to go until she sprayed some in her diaper. Once she did though, she decided to just try to spray her diaper as inconspicuously as she could, because she definitely didn’t want anyone to think she was an adult right now.
After that, he got her some shirts, undershirts, panties that would fit over her diaper/onsie thing, and some cute socks and one more pair of shoes. Of course, he restocked on diapers and pads for her, and then they were at a food court.
“What do you think?” Ralph asked the little girl. “Do you want ice cream, donuts, or cake?”
She smiled up at him and pointed at the ice cream.
Her diaper was sagging by this point, and she felt it heavily pulling at her hips trying to fall down through her skirt.
When they were seated, eating ice cream, she whispered up to Ralph.
“Daddy, my diaper is really wet. It’s trying to fall down.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he smiled at her. “When we get you to the car, I guess we’ll just have to put the curtains up and change you then.”
She nodded frowning. “But what if it falls down on the way to the car?” she asked.
Ralph sighed.
“Well, there’s not much we can do about it until we get to the car and are able to change you, baby. And I do have to carry the stuff I just bought, so you’re just going to have to try to keep that from happening on your own, okay?”
Breanna nodded.
“This is precisely one of the reasons I’m getting you show swimsuits to act as onsies, though. If we get a swim suit on you over your diaper, then it won’t sag under a skirt you’re wearing.”
Breanna’s mouth went wide and then down to an “oh,” as though she was saying wow, but not voicing it. Ralph really was thinking about everything, then. She started to wonder why he didn’t do this in the first place, but then, Breanna realized she probably would have questioned it if he mentioned doing it this way to start with. He was letting her see the natural consequences, obviously, of being stuck in a wet diaper for too long.
Breanna put her hands on the sides of her skirt, and felt through the skirt into the sides of the tops of her diaper, and then she held the diaper up through her skirt, hoping that no one would really notice too much as she walked alongside her ‘daddy’ back to the car.
Once they were there, ‘daddy’ put the bags of clothes in the back first, and then he nodded at Breanna to get in, and he got in right behind her closing the door.
“Are you just wet?” Ralph asked her.
Breanna looked down her body at him, because she was lying now, where he was sitting almost where her knees were, and she didn’t look happy about his question.
“What do you mean, just wet?” she asked.
“You didn’t do something else,” he asked.
“No…. I just wet my pants, but twice. I mean, I’m not going to poop my diaper unless I really have to, and believe me, whether you want me to or not, I’m pretty sure I’m going to let you know it’s going to happen if you don’t let to potty. You aren’t going to make me do that, are you?”
Ralph shrugged.
“Breanna, I don’t want you to poop your pants if it can be helped, but if it comes to going at a dangerous place, or going in your pants, going in your pants is better than taking a chance of getting in trouble with some Coyote, and we certainly can’t have you mentioning it at the border guards to America.”
She nodded. She understood being careful of the coyotes, though she was a little confused about why it would be bad if the border patrol knew she had to go potty.
After the curtains were up around the backseat again, Ralph pulled the little one’s skirt down, and he sighed.
“Well, it looks like even twice can cause a leak,” he told Breanna as she held up her skirt showing her a wet patch on the back where her butt would be, so big that she wondered if anyone had seen it when they were coming back to the car. It obviously must have leaked when she was sitting and eating ice cream, but she didn’t feel it leak.
Ralph folded the wet skirt away, and put it in a plastic bag, then he pulled down and off her panties that were mean to hide her diaper, and it was soaked around the middle and the back and part of the way up the front.
When he had her panties off, he sighed and shook his head.
“No wonder,” he pulled her hand over so she could feel how the diaper had shifted and apparently when she peed the second time, she must have peed half of it into the diaper, and half of it had found the half of the diaper that had come un-taped and went directly into her panties.
She looked down, and found that not quite half of her privates were showing from the un-taped diaper, but certainly enough of it, that the pee could easily pour out of that part of her diaper and all over her panties and then probably all over the floor. She blushed thinking that someone was going to see a puddle somewhere in the store, where she had started peeing herself earlier.
“You didn’t feel it leaking down your legs or all over your bottom?” Ralph asked her.
She started to cry knowing that if she had done this, and it was Uncle Jorge, she’d be in really big trouble. She should have known something was wrong with the diaper! She started to shake, even as she thought about how mad Ralph should really be, but then Ralph pulled her up into a sitting position, her bottom half still naked, and pulled her into his lap and rocked her.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered to you. “I told you that it’s okay to wet your pants. I don’t want you using the public bathroom anywhere, or even the toilet at the motels, until we meet your daddy from now.”
“Not even the toilet at the motel?” Breanna sniffled.
“No, baby. So, the wetting and leaking in your pants is not your fault, sweetheart. I was only asking if you didn’t even feel it leaking down your legs, but not to say that you were in trouble for it.”
She shook her head. “I honestly didn’t feel it, daddy.”
“Then it’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy is going to try to fix it with those swim suites, so that next time it come un-taped like that, the swimsuit will still hold the diaper in place so it doesn’t get all over you. This would have been a lot worse, had you pooped your pants like that.”
Breanna frowned. He said he didn’t want her to poop herself, but now, he was mentioning a second time, that it could happen. She blushed thinking he was probably trying to prepare her for the inevitable. She wasn’t sure how many girls he had helped before, but if they were not allowed to use the toilet in public at all, and only at the motels if they convinced him they were going to poop, then probably a lot of them had pooped in their panties at least once.
“I’m… I’m going to poop my diaper later, aren’t I?” she whispered with her head in ‘daddy’s chest.
“Well, I know you don’t want to, so I really hope it doesn’t happen, but I can’t guarantee it won’t,” Ralph said rubbing her back. “In every fifteen girls, ten of them end up pooping their pants once, and six or seven end up pooping their pants more than once.”
Breanna sighed and held the sides of his shirt with her hands balled into fists like a real little girl that was getting some scary news.
“But Breanna?” he rubbed her head back and whispered with a kiss to her forehead. “I promise, if you do poop your pants, once or more than once, I will not be mad or punish you for something that’s not your fault. You are not choosing to poop your pants, baby. I’m telling you to do it because of safety, okay?”
She nodded, her head trying to push into his chest for comfort and somehow, she felt safer.
As she sat there in his lap, like that, he started to get a diaper under her. He was so practiced with diapering little girls, well, girls he trained to be little to get the safely where they were going, that he had the diaper under her and even the shorter pad in her diaper and it taped up before she realized what he was doing.
“Can you scoot off my lap for a minute?” he whispered to her. “We need to get your swim suit on you so it holds up the diaper better this time, and then we’ll put some panties on over the swim suit so no one knows you are wearing a diaper or a swimsuit like this.”
“Daddy?” she shivered as she backed off of his legs. “How you going to put the swimsuit on me? I still have my shirts on.”
He nodded. “I know. I was wondering when you were going to figure that out. Let’s just get the bottom part of your swimsuit on first, then we’ll take off your shirts just long enough to fix the top of your swimsuit, okay?”
She nodded understanding that he was just trying to help keep her diaper from undoing itself and embarrassing her again later.
She let him get her swimsuit in place, and then let him start to lift her shirt off of her.
“I’m eleven years old, right, daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You’re eleven years old.”
“Well, eleven year olds can put on a swimsuit by themselves, usually.”
“Yes, baby, but this is not really a swimsuit, or at least, it’s not being used as one, is it?”
She looked into his eyes.
“Honey, this is a make shift onsie, so your diapers don’t sag down on you. It is serving a different purpose than swimming. If you were just swimming, it wouldn’t matter how you put it on because it would cover you the way it was intended, but to serve the purpose we need it to, I need to make sure it is on your right, so it holds your diaper in place.”
She nodded.
“That is something an eleven year old doesn’t usually deal with, right? Not many eleven year olds have experience with wetting a diaper, and then having it sag on them, do they, baby?”
Breanna nodded. He had to be right about that, though she did have experience with wetting her pants at that age. She would never have been in a diaper though or a onsie kind of thing because her uncle would not have allowed it.
She let him get her shirts off, and he turned her around, and examined her back for a minute, something he had noticed on her front made him want to see her back.
“You… you have black and blue marks on your back,” Ralph said to her as though surprised, as if he had never had a chance to see it before. Maybe he didn’t really look, properly when she thought he had removed her shirts, or was this the first time for him to actually see her without a shirt on?
“When did you get these bruises?” he asked her.
Breanna shrugged.
“Your Uncle Jorge did this to you?” he asked her.
“No. Not exactly,” she said looking at the floor when he turned her to look back at him.
“What do you mean, not exactly?” he asked her.
“Uncle Jorge didn’t hit me like that,” she said. “But, he let my cousin babysit me, even up to last week, and my cousin was allowed to punish me if I did something wrong.”
“Your cousin did this to you?”
“Well, actually, she didn’t mean to hurt me like this,” Breanna said. “I fell down the stairs of the front porch. You know, the cement ones?”
Ralph frowned.
“She tried to swat me, and I tried to dodge her, and I slipped and fell. My cousin was really sorry that she caused me to fall, and she helped me into the house, and then we called my Uncle. She even told my uncle I was being disciplined for something completely unrelated, and she told him I only wet my pants that time because I fell on the ground so hard. Uncle believed her and hugged me.”
Ralph frowned.
“So what did she try to swat a nineteen year old girl for?”
“Well, because, she found out I leaked pee in my pants when we were at a basketball game together. She said I embarrassed her, and she had a right to spank me because Uncle Jorge said so, if I do anything wrong in front of her.”
Ralph sighed. He turned her again to check on the black and blue places where she fell, and then at the redness that was still on her side and that went around to her front, the trail that caused him to turn her around and check.
He sighed.
He pulled down the bottom part of her swimmers again, and then pulled down her diaper and checked her more carefully.
“I should have done this before,” he told her. “If the authorities in the USA side see anything that looks like abuse, they might try to arrest me, and they will keep you, and if they find out you are nineteen and not eleven, they will try to send you back to Guatemala.”
Breanna frowned.
“Your legs look like they have light whipping marks on them,” Ralph observed. “And so does the small of your back.”
“That’s from when I get hit by the strap. Uncle Jorge, Aunt Carmen, and Cousin Adrianna used to use it to spank me when I messed up.”
“Even if you did mess up,” Ralph sighed. “What I see doesn’t even look like a real spanking. It looks like a whipping.”
Breanna shrugged. She never doubted it was a whipping more than a spanking, but then, how do you spank a fifteen year old whose body is no longer affected by regular spanks, let alone a nineteen year old?
“This is abuse, baby.”
He hugged.
“We are going to have to change our cover story a bit so you don’t get discovered as a nineteen year old trying to sneak over the border, and so I don’t go to jail for abuse I didn’t even do.”
Breanna nodded.
He pulled her diaper back up on her, and refastened the tabs, though now, they were a little weaker because of having to be re-taped. Luckily, he had the swimsuit-onsie thing he was pulling on over her diaper that would keep it up and in place. Then he helped her slip her arms into the suit and over that, he pull up some pink panties on her and then put on her undershirt for her.
“Are you okay?” Ralph asked her.
Breanna nodded.
“Comfortable enough?”
“It feels kind of weird to wear it like this, but it’s not tight or anything.”
“Good,” he said and then he pulled on her kittens shirt that was black with two white kittens pawing at each other. Last, he pulled up a new skirt he had just gotten her, a pink cotton overalls style one. “There we are, all dressed again, baby.”
She nodded.
“We need to talk to your daddy before we proceed,” Ralph told her. “I want to have him talk to the state about getting his little girl back. He will have to say he sent someone to go looking for his girl when some people kidnapped you, and he heard you were taken to Mexico. We are still going to use the idea that a child was taken, and I’ll tell him about the abuse marks on you, so when the border patrol see us, they will understand that you are not only an American, but an at risk child that had to be rescued.”
Breanna nodded.
“It is very important that you act scared and that you flinch anytime one of the guards comes your way, and if possible, you go in your pants or diaper as soon as they try to reach for you. Cry and try to reach for me calling me Uncle Ralph from now on… not daddy.”
“Uncle Ralph?”
“That’s right. The border are going to be told your daddy is waiting for you in America. You need to have a reason to know me and trust me, so I’m your uncle.”
He sighed.
“Actually, baby, you are going to have to be nine years old, I think.”
“Nine?”
“Do you want to be sent back to people that hit you?”
“But I was bad. All parents spank kids that are bad,” she said looking up at him.
“Have I spanked you once for wetting your pants?” Ralph asked her.
“No?”
“No,” he said. “Those people were not just spanking you for being bad. They made up the rules as they went and hit you for things that were not even your fault, and this welt on your lower back and those marks on your legs are not a spanking, baby girl. They are whippings, something you do when you try to get animals to behave against their natural instincts. Even against animals, for the most part, that is called abuse, and people get arrested even for that!”
“Really?”
“Really baby. If you are nine years old, and the border sees that you are black and blue, and you have whipping marks on you, you will definitely be placed in the system as an at risk kid, which will make you getting back into America a lot easier, even if they find what I did was illegal and try to arrest me, you will be protected. So, you are nine and you are a scared little girl, and you pee or poop your pants the minute any of those people try to touch you. You do that, honey, and I promise, you will get back with your dad, no matter what happens to me.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
“Good girl. We need to go ahead and find a motel for the night so I can call your dad about all this.”
Breanna nodded. It was nowhere near night time, but she knew that plans had to be altered, and things had to be prepared of them arriving, and so, she realized that might mean another day or two with Uncle Ralph. What was two more days though? She was going to see her daddy soon, and so what if Uncle Ralph told her that she was nine years old now? He was protecting her, and if he could make her look like a nine year old, then she wasn’t against anything that would get her back into America and back to her daddy. |
Chapter 7 part2:
They pulled into a motel early in the afternoon, and the owner of the motel smiled and waved at Ralph like they were old friends.
“Are you rescuing another one?” His old friend had come right up to the car to talk.
“Yep. This one is a nine year old. She’s calling me Uncle Ralph.”
The other man, with a sombrero covering his black top head, smiled at the little girl in the front seat.
“She’s kind of a cutie,” the man said.
“No, no ideas, Manny. I’ve already been in touch with her daddy, and he’s expecting her sooner rather than later.”
“Oh, ma—an,” the man winked though and chuckled as if it was a joke, and Ralph just gave him a questionable eye that Breanna wouldn’t really make out the meaning of. “Well, I have your usual room all ready for you, and we’ll be having fajitas tonight.”
“Sounds good,” Ralph said.
The man gave Ralph a key to the room, and then walked back up to the office of the motel, and Ralph pulled the car around the back of the motel.
“You know this guy, then?” Breanna asked once they were out of sight.
“Yeah, he’s an old friend. He’s always keeping an eye out for questionable things, and he passes information on to me when I’m not on a run, already.”
“Do Coyotes stay here, then?”
“Quite frequently, I’m afraid. But they know not to cause a stir because Manuel knows who most of the coyotes are, and he also is buddies with the sheriff, and the coyotes know, that if they cause trouble, all he has to do, is not check in one afternoon, and the police will be all over this motel.”
“The coyotes could just find another motel?” Breanna said rather innocent-like.
“Yeah, if they dared,” Ralph chuckled like she had said something cute. “This is one of the last motels before getting into Guatemala where questions are limited for the privacy of guests. Los Coyotes know that if this place gets shut down, they will have a lot of trouble slipping people from Guatemala up this way.”
“So, this is an important link in the road for trafficking?”
“It’s pretty important, yes, sweetheart. So, I want you to stay in the room at all times unless I specifically take you somewhere, like to eat dinner, alright?”
“Yes, um….”
“Uncle Ralph, sweetheart. Get used to it.”
She nodded.
He led her into the room, which was beautiful. It had a nice open common area that had a nice television and sofa seating arrangement as well as the door to the bathroom, and then it had two doorways that led to rooms with beds in them.
“I get my own room?” Breanna asked him.
“Sure do,” Ralph told her. “Manny has always set me up well, knowing that my work is very important.”
“So, how are you paid?” Breanna asked.
“The clients that are looking for their kidnapped family will pay quite a price to retrieve a family member,” Ralph told her. “Your own father has sold everything he has trying to find you.”
“And you took his money, just like that? Not caring that he might have to struggle now?”
“Your daddy didn’t find my services until late in the game, and he had already sold a lot of his stuff,” Ralph shook his head. “Truth be told, I’m doing your daddy a favor because he couldn’t come close to paying me my usual fees after all the other ‘experts’ had taken advantage of him.”
She frowned. “So, how much is he paying you then?”
Ralph smiled.
“He actually just paid me a hundred dollars.”
“A hundred? That’s not even enough to make the trip all the way to America, is it?”
“No. But I got paid for my last three services in full, and so I can afford to do some charitable work when one or two grateful families pays me my regular service fees and if they’re rich, they even add some.”
“So… you’re not a coyote….”
“No. I told you, I’m El Lobo, a wolf. I hunt coyotes, and I take their game from them, and sometimes I am paid to do it, and sometimes, I simply take it away from them knowing that when I find out where the young person really belongs, I usually get paid something anyway.”
Breanna nodded. She wasn’t really sure what he did was legal, nor did she know if he was dangerous, but she had no reason to doubt he was telling her the truth, and so even though he wasn’t safe, he was a good guy. It reminded Breanna of one of her childhood favorite stories, “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.”
Aslan was considered dangerous, but also considered good. Ralph was something like an Aslan for lost people being trafficked against their will. That made her smile.
“What?” Ralph smiled at her in a way that she knew he caught her smiling about something secret.
“Nothing,” she quietly added “Aslan” to the end of the response once Ralph had turned back to find the phone so that he could make a call.
Breanna came over and sat down near Ralph, sitting on the floor, actually in front of the chair he had picked to sit in.
“Steve?” Ralph eventually got someone on the phone he was trying to get.
“Yes, I have your little girl with me, now, but something has put a wrench in the plan….”
“No, she’s still coming, but we need to doctor up the story. I told you that sometimes, the story has to change and we need to be versatile when I last talked to you, remember?”
Ralph was tapping his hand on the armchair.
“No, she’s fine. She’s still scheduled to come up north, but it’s going to take a couple of extra days, and I need you to do something from your side.”
Breanna listened carefully, trying to hear her dad’s voice without bothering Uncle Ralph.
“Your daughter has to be nine years old,” Ralph said.
“I know. I understand that you didn’t really even like the idea of me treating her like a child at all. This is important though. We want the authorities to take her case seriously.”
“Look, her supposed aunt and uncle that she was sold to has badly mistreated your little one. She has whipping marks on her legs that are not even a few days old.”
“Of course, I took off her clothes! I told you I was putting her in diapers. What did you expect.”
“Steve. Steve. Steve, calm down. Now, do you really expect an eleven year old to be able to put a diaper on herself correctly? You do? Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve been diapering her.”
“Look, we can argue about how I took care of her when you see her. You are lucky I’m even doing this for you. Remember, this is practically charity. You couldn’t even afford to pay my way down to get her, let alone all the expenses to bring her back. So, like it or not, you are either stuck with me getting her home, or I can take her back to Guatemala.”
“Yes, I knew that would change your tune. Now, the little girl is nine years old, and I am looking after her, just the way I think a nine year old needs to be looked after. You may not like my parenting style, but you don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, so what I need you to do, is you need to contact law enforcement. Let them know that you have sent her uncle down to get her up to the border, and you need to send the border new papers that show that she is nine years old.”
“How do you think you do that? Those papers I told you to hold on to? Look through them, and you’ll find some papers where you just have to put in her birthday, and make the year so that she is nine years old. Take those papers to the authorities, and tell them that your daughter was kidnapped, and that her uncle found out some coyotes had gotten a hold of her.”
“They’ll believe you. I know which coyotes it was, and if you look through those papers, you will find that the coyotes’ names are right there. You present those papers to the authorities, and you will lead them to arresting the ring that is stationed in America. You do that, and you will be rewarded by the government. Trust me.”
“Why didn’t I just do that? I have my reasons, but one of them is that when I rescue a kid from a bad situation, I don’t want her going to a family in financial ruin. The money you will be rewarded with will not be anything near where you started before she was taken, but it will help you get a nicer place to live than you are in now.”
“I have your little girl right here. I bet she’d like to talk to her daddy.”
“No, she has to behave like a little girl. She’s going to talk to you like she’s a nine year old, or I’ll have to scold her because it’s important that she practices and keeps in character until she is back in your hands.”
“Alright, here is your little princess.”
Breanna stood up and reached her hand towards the phone impatiently even as she heard them winding down, and long before he finally handed the receiver to her.
“Daddy?” she asked through the phone hoping she’d recognize his voice.
“Daddy!” she squealed when he responded.
“So, you’ve been down in Guatemala all this time?” he asked her.
“Almost,” Breanna nodded forgetting that he couldn’t see her gestures. “I’m so sorry I believed those bad men,” she told her dad.
“Believed the bad men?” her daddy asked.
“Well, you didn’t get to the school when you usually do, and I don’t remember when I started to accept what they said as being true, but they told me you were tired of me.”
“Oh, baby!” her dad was sniffling so she could tell he was nearly crying.
“They said you complained that I did drugs and I wet my pants all the time, and that I was just a bad girl, and I took after my bad mother.”
“You listen to me, Breanna Adrianna Cortes Green. You never did anything that made me mad, and your mother was not a bad mother. She died, sweetheart.”
“I know. The bad men said she took drugs….”
“Honey, they told you lies so that it would be easy to take you. Your mom has not had any drugs that I know of since she left Mexico. I don’t know if she did drugs before coming to America, but in America, she was clean. You were clean. You didn’t do drugs either, honey.”
“I wet my pants, though….”
“Honey, I don’t remember when you stopped wetting your pants before you were taken, but no, you didn’t pee your pants for quite some time before they took you.”
“I didn’t?”
“No, sweetheart.”
“Not even in the bed?”
“I… I don’t think so. I don’t remember you wetting the bed when you were in fifth grade, sweetheart.”
“Breanna,” Ralph interrupted her. “You need to be nine right now. Stop talking about the past, like it was so distant. Someone might be listening in on the call.”
Breanna looked up at Uncle Ralph.
“Daddy? Uncle Ralph says to stop talking about when I was five years old. He says that coyotes might be listening.”
“Oh, okay. Honey, is Ralph treating you okay?”
“Yeah. He takes me everywhere, and he won’t let me go on my own anywhere because he’s protecting me. He feeds me really good though, and he bought me a DS game and some toys for a nine year old. He said my old toys were too… inappropriate for my age.”
“Oh, okay, sweetheart. You mind Uncle Ralph as long as what he is doing is good to you. I want my little girl back soon.”
“I know. I’m so excited to see my daddy again!”
Breanna didn’t realize it when it was happening, but she was so excited to be on the phone with her real dad, that she was peeing her pants without the act even registering in her mind. It might have been the diapers she was wearing, it might have been the brainwashing and the usual little leaks that always happened that disguised how badly she was really wetting, or maybe it was just the over all flooding of emotions that her mind just didn’t pick up something that Ralph seemed to think was so trivial.
When she handed the phone back to Ralph, a little sadly, Ralph explained a few more things to her dad, whose name was Steven Green? And it wasn’t until Ralph hung up, that she realized there was wetness against her privates and bottom.
“Uncle Ralph?” she looked up at him after he had put the phone on the hook.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I peed my pants.”
He smiled. “Good girl. You need to keep doing that, honey. Even at the motel. Now, do you want Uncle Ralph to get you out of that wet diaper?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go to your room, sweetheart.”
Uncle Ralph walked her into the room that was decorated for a teenage girl.
“Did you like talking to daddy?” Ralph asked like he would a little girl, knowing full well that she would.
Breanna, however, seemed to miss the talking down at her, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Daddy says to mind you.”
“I know, baby. He knows that I know what I’m doing, and we’ll get you back to America quite safely.”
He had her sit on the bed while he started to gather some things together to change her.
“Breanna, you need to learn to purposefully wet yourself, so try to push again, just to make sure you finished wetting. Remember, no potties until we get across the border.”
Breanna nodded and started to try to squeeze her stomach, both from inside and with her hands from the outside, to try to do what Uncle Ralph said.
To her surprise, she was wetting again. He really did seem to know what he was doing!
She kept pushing her stomach from within, and she got every last bit into her diaper, the pool setting under her bottom before it slowly seeped into the padding of the diaper leaving it just a little damp.
She finally looked up at Uncle Ralph, who had been standing over her, watching her pee herself on purpose like he told her to do.
“You finish, sweetie?”
She nodded.
“Good girl. Lay down, honey.”
She laid down.
Despite all the extra layers caused by the panties and the swimming suit, Ralph had her changed and redressed in less than a minute as though he had really just changed a baby.
“There we are. Now, it’s a while before dinner time, so why don’t you play with your toys, or you can watch cartoons if you want,” Ralph told her. “I’m going to look at my maps a bit, and rethink the course we are on.”
“Okay,” Breanna said not sure why he had to rethink the course they were on, but not really bothered by the route they took anyway. She had no idea where she was going anyway, except that she was going to get to America in a few days, and she was going to see daddy again. |
Chapter 8
The three hours in the room had gone by rather quickly, actually. Maybe spending all that time in the car had actually worn the little girl out, or maybe it was just the nice change of pace, to get to actually watch television and relax, but Breanna didn’t notice as the time slipped away while she watched television, played on her DS, and even played with her dollies.
‘Uncle Ralph’ as he was now called, took the little nineteen year old, now nine year old, down to the small quaint dining room of this small motel, and there were four other people in the room, all eating the same thing. It was a different kind of motel, one that didn’t let you order food like at a restaurant, but still, the private owner served a nice meal.
Ralph went to the drinks table, and seemed to spend a few minutes there, before returning to their table, a cup of coffee for himself and a glass of chocolate milk for his little charge.
“You’ve got a cute little one with you, don’t you?” one of the guys called from another table.
Ralph frowned over at them. “Cute? She’s nine years old,” he chastised them. “What interest would you have in a nine year old child?”
“None,” the man said looking down. “I just meant, she was cute, in the way that children are cute is all.”
Ralph raised an eyebrow at the guy, and Breanna felt a little nervous as they exchanged glances. Was that guy a coyote? Did Ralph know it?
After a moment or two, the men at that table started talking, and Ralph relaxed and started to eat dinner.
“Is he a coyote?” Breanna whispered to Uncle Ralph.
Ralph nodded, very slightly. “Don’t ask such obvious questions, baby. We don’t need you drawing their attention.”
“Yes sir. Sorry.”
She swung her legs under the table, and she started to eat her food, too.
While Breanna was eating, she became aware that she had to pee again, and her face heated up a little bit. She was in the middle of a room with maybe nine or ten people eating, and she knew that Ralph had wanted her to give no sign, but just wet herself, but now that she was in that situation, she found it very embarrassing.
She looked around to see if anyone was noticing her, but the only person paying her any mind at all, was Ralph, and even he was divided in his attention because he was also talking to his friend that owned this motel. Breanna ate another bite, as her leg started to shake from not wanting to give in and do that.
She was used to leaking a little bit in her panties, sure. But to just flood a diaper, right there, at the table? She didn’t know if she could do that.
“You little brat!” she heard in the back of her mind. Her Uncle Jorge’s face appearing and she, herself, feeling about fifteen at the time. “You sat there, and pissed your pants, right in front of everyone!”
Tears came to Breanna’s eyes. Was she really supposed to wet her pants?
Okay, she did wet her pants earlier when they were shopping, even on purpose, but even then, she didn’t really notice anyone like she did now. Even then, she felt like it was just her, and the person that kept telling her it was okay, and that he wanted her to do it. But now, she was sitting, feeling like she was in front of everyone, and that people were going to notice her doing it if she started.
A tear stared down the left side of her cheek. Her legs started to jackhammer under the table. She started to scoot in her chair. She took another bite to try to hide her dilemma. Her knees started to move towards each other, in anticipation of needing to hide a wet spot, that if she didn’t have a diaper on, would certainly appear shortly.
She felt a little spray of shame before her body shut it off. Her diaper has now been primed, and her leg picked up speed with its jackhammering. Her knees were bouncing off of each other, staying in closer contact. Her chewing slowed. Her face was hot, and sweat was starting to send little dots of water along her hairline at the top of her head.
Breanna caught sight of Ralph who shook his head slightly side to side, as in warning her not to do something. If it were Uncle Jorge, it would be to not piss her pants and draw shame to the table she sat at, but for Uncle Ralph? Uncle Ralph didn’t want her to let on what she was doing. He wanted her to pee her pants. He said so.
She nodded slightly at him, but still, her body was being stubborn, and her legs were still sending waves of jackhammering and knee bouncing jiggling her body as her muscle refused to let go.
Breanna swallowed and took another bite.
She felt like her bladder was some kind of garden hose or something, and that for now, the end nozzle was closed, but the spigot was turned full blast on, and somehow, was pushing water through the hose, trying to overwhelm the end nozzle. It was sort of the feeling you might get when you watch a Mickey Mouse Cartoon, with Chip and Dale bending the hose on Mickey or Donald, and watching the hose swell up with a lump of water.
When those rascals released that lump, Breanna knew that it was going to flood her diaper, and she knew that if she were with Uncle Jorge….
“Did you just piss your pants?” He would stand up and force her to stand up so that the whole room would see. “Look at what you did. Are you trying to be put back in diapers or something?”
Breanna would shake her head, and shiver, but now, ironically, she wasn’t even wet, like her uncle would accuse her of, but she was already in a diaper, and Ralph would insist that she pee in.
She sighed and put her fork down. What did Ralph expect of her? He wouldn’t be mad at her if she wasn’t wet until they got to the room, would he?
Ralph saw her drop her fork and he motioned for her to come over to him.
She got up and walked over to him, her head down, afraid he was going to scold her. A deeper part felt like she deserved to be scolded for the leak that had already sprayed into her diaper, but she also expected him to just scold her for not being obedient and peeing like he told her to, kind of like Adrianna would sometimes do to her.
He brought her closer to him and hugged her.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked.
She looked down and whispered. “I’m about to wet my diaper.”
“That’s okay,” he told her. He picked her up and put her in his lap. “You’re a good little girl.”
Breanna noticed that the coyotes were watching them, and she saw one of them eye the interaction rather closely. Was he jealous that Ralph had her willingly sitting in his lap while he calmed her down?
As Ralph calmed her, she didn’t realize it, but the chipmunks were slowly loosening their grip on the cartoony hose in her imagination, and she felt a small spray go into her diaper. Then another spray. Then a third, and then she started to feel like the ocean was sending a tidal wave from the middle of the sea right up onto the beach, and her diaper was soon soaking wet, and she was still spraying a bit here and there until she finally finished.
Ralph, in the meantime, and pulled her plate over towards them, and he started to feed her.
“Come on, sweetheart. A little more. You need your strength for our trip tomorrow.”
Breanna wasn’t really refusing to eat. She was just really embarrassed that she now had a soaking wet diaper on, and that her Uncle Ralphy was trying to feed her like a baby.
“I can do it,” she whispered to Ralph.
“Well, if you can do it, then please eat,” he handed her the fork.
Breanna sighed and started to eat, while she sat in Uncle Ralph’s lap, her bottom soaking wet, well, the soaking was starting to dry up to a bit damp because the material in the padding and the diaper was pulling her pee pee away from her.
“I wet my pants,” Breanna finally admitted to him in a whisper, her voice cracking like she was about to cry.
“That’s alright, sweetie,” Ralph wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. “Uncle Ralph understands how scared you are, but it’s okay that you can’t control your bladder sometimes, sweetheart.”
She nodded and looked down at her dry lap. Whatever reservation she had about the swimsuit pushing against her diaper and making it leak, she could see that it wasn’t even doing that, but rather, as Ralph had said, she felt like her sagging diaper was being held up in place.
Manny leaned in to them, and he whispered.
“Honey, I have a niece about your age who sometimes wets, too. It’s not the end of the world that you wet your pants, sweetie.”
Ralph smiled turned Breanna so he could see her.
“See? It’s okay,” he told her.
“What did you put her in a diaper?” Manuel could clearly see that she wasn’t leaking.
“Yeah. It’s safer for her to wear diapers on long trips because she wets when she gets tired or she gets really nervous.”
Manuel nodded. “My sister diapers her ten year old for the same reason, though it’s really just her nine year old daughter that usually wets.”
Ralph nodded.
Breanna just looked down and was glad that she didn’t have to explain that a nineteen year old has just wet, and is in diapers because Ralph said that was safer for her.
“We could keep her food and yours warm if you wanted to go change her,” Manuel told Ralph.
“She’ll be okay until after dinner. It’s not the first time for her to pee her pants and have to wear a wet diaper for a little while. I’ll change her when we go back to the room.”
Breanna nodded at what Ralph said.
“Alright, if you both are sure,” he said. “My sister always changes her nine year old right away, when she can.”
“That’s fine for your sister, but Breanna is going to be in the car for a few more days until we get to America, so she’s going to have to get used to wearing wet pants anyway until we get there. Sometimes, there just isn’t a good place to change a big child like her, you know?”
Manuel nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
One of the men from another table came over and stood up over Ralph and Breanna.
“I know who you are, Ralph Oswald.”
“Yes, I suppose you do,” he looked up into the man’s eyes. “Of course, if you do know who I am, then you’ll know not to mess with me unless you want to lose your precious cargo.”
“Who says I have any cargo at the moment?” the man asked Ralph with a smile.
“Oh, you definitely have cargo,” Ralph told him seemingly sure. “You wouldn’t be at this particular motel unless you were hiding someone in your room.”
“If you know I have someone in my room, then why aren’t you trying to take it?”
“As you can see, I already have someone I’m taking care of at the moment, so if you leave us alone, I won’t try to take your cargo. If you mess with my little girl, though, then you’ll lose out on both getting my little girl, and your own cargo.”
The man sighed. “I think you are just a lucky jerk that thinks you can do whatever you want.”
“No, sir. I think I can do what is right. If you push me, I will do what is right for your cargo as well as for mine.”
The man shook his head and decided to go back to his table.
“That is El Lobo,” one of the men told the man that was just sitting down again. “Are you crazy? Don’t draw him on us. He might look like one man, but he has resources!”
“Do you buy his story that he’s that girl’s uncle?” the first man asked.
“No. But don’t push him. Besides, you heard the little girl admit it. She’s a pants wetting nine year old. “We really don’t need that kind of trouble with us with the policia already looking for our cargo.”
“I guess,” the first man said a little disappointment in his voice.
Ralph rubbed Breanna’s back, after they changed the topic to other things.
“You see?” Ralph told her. “They don’t believe I’m really your uncle, but they don’t want anything to do with a little girl that’s peeing her pants,” he whispered to her.
Manuel heard them though, and he leaned in and whispered.
“Did you just tell her to say she pees her pants, then?” he asked.
“No. She really does wet herself. But she was uncertain about doing it on purpose sometimes, and especially wearing a diaper.”
Manuel nodded. “What nine year old wouldn’t be? So, what, she wets the bed?”
Ralph nodded. “…And her pants, when she’s too far from the toilet for too long.”
“So, did you not let her use the bathroom before dinner on purpose?”
“No. I didn’t know she had to go when we came down for dinner, but I did tell her that she needs to ask permission to get her diaper off, and that it’s best not to worry too much about it.”
Breanna was trying to read what Ralph was telling Manuel. Was it so important to keep the secret from Manuel, too? She climbed off of Ralph’s lap.
“I’m wet, Uncle Ralph. Can we please go change my diaper?” she asked.
“In a minute, sweetie. Uncle Ralph isn’t done eating, and his friend is talking. I’ll take you in a few minutes, baby.”
Breanna nodded and stood there waiting for Ralph to finish with Manuel.
It took longer than Breanna wanted, but eventually, Ralph and Manuel stopped stalking, and Ralph finished his dinner, so he took Breanna by the hand and led her out towards the parking lot to go to their room.
“Uncle Ralph, how come you….”
Ralph picked her up and then placed a finger on her lips.
“Not here, sweetheart,” he warned her before she got her question out. “You can ask me things once we get to the room after I’ve checked things out.”
Breanna nodded and let Ralph carry her the rest of the way to the room. Her privates felt a little damp from rubbing against the wet pads of the diaper, but more importantly than that, she was a little bit scared that Ralph was acting a bit funny. She hoped she didn’t do something that drew too much attention to them.
When they got in the room, he put her on the bed and held a finger up at her opening mouth, that she took to mean to wait another moment. Then, he started to look around the room. He lifted the phone and even pulled the caps off of the phone handle. He checked under the beds and around the room looking for stuff that she couldn’t really understand.
Once he was done anxiously looking around, he sat on the bed next to her, pulled her into his lap again, and he whispered to her.
“I’ve checked all the usual places, baby, but I’m still not sure if they found any new hiding places to put bugs, so speak quietly so they can’t hear your question, okay?”
Breanna nodded. “Nevermind.” She figured if he was looking for some methods of spying, then her question as to why he didn’t just tell Manuel the truth about her was already answered. He didn’t trust the man for some reason even though he claimed to be friends.
“Honey, you can ask me if you really need to know something,” Ralph told her. “I just don’t want the wrong people overhearing you ask in case it is sensitive to getting you back to your daddy safely.”
She nodded. “It’s okay. I think I already understand,” she told him softly. “I was going to ask why you didn’t just tell Manuel the truth about what was going on, but then when we got back in the room, you started looking for spy stuff before you let me talk, so I get it. You don’t really trust him, either.”
Ralph patted her leg.
“Manuel is a good guy, but he can be pressured by Coyotes. He runs a very dangerous game, dancing the fence of running a legit motel, and knowing and allowing coyotes to rent rooms because they pay him extra not ask questions about their “cargo,” and if they lean on him, he could slip information to others that you are not ready to tell anyone, if you want to get back to your daddy.”
Breanna nodded.
“Can you change me, now? Please?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
He put her back on the bed, and had her lie down….
As she lie there, and waited for him to get stuff ready to change her, she drifted off into thinking again.
“Do you want Uncle Jorge to know you peed your pants?” she heard Adrianna asking her.
“No?”
“Then, you better do what I say, because I can change you and hide it from him, if you are a good girl and obey me. If you become a brat though, he’ll believe me, even if I tell him you pooped your panties.”
“You… you don’t have any proof that I did anything like that!” thirteen year old Breanna sniffled.
“Do you think Uncle Jorge will even ask me for proof?” Adrianna asked her.
Breanna teared up shaking her head no. Adrianna was right. Uncle Jorge would believe anything Adrianna told him, when it came to her being a good girl or a bad girl. He wouldn’t need proof, only the word that Adrianna found her like that.
“Now, I’m going to change your wet pants,” Adrianna told her, “And you are going to suck your thumb like the baby you are while I do so.”
Back in the motel room, as her skirt was taken off of her, and then her shirt, she started to put her thumb towards her mouth. Ralph didn’t stop her.
He pulled her panties and her undershirt off of her so he could get down to her swimsuit.
She had her thumb in her mouth. Her eyes had tears in them.
Ralph pulled her swimsuit off her top, and then slide it down her legs off of her.
The little nineteen year old, who was now nine years old, by their story, shivered, though it had little to do with what Ralph was doing. She was still back in her thirteen year old world.
“You are such a baby,” Adrianna cooed at the girl as she slid off her wet panties. “Look at what you did, little girl.”
She nodded at the mess that Uncle Jorge would definitely whip her for.
“Adrianna is going to wash these out for you,” her cousin told her. “I’m going to tell Uncle Jorge, if you keep being a good girl, that you sat on a wet part of the ground and got your panties muddy, so I washed them out for you because you’re too much of a baby to do it yourself. A big girl would have known better than sit in a muddy place, and what’s worse, is you didn’t even sit properly. You sat directly on your panties, and lifted your skirt out of the way for some reason, though I’m sure you didn’t even see the muddy place before you sat.”
Breanna nodded to her cousin.
“You be a good little baby and keep your thumb in your mouth, honey.”
She did.
Adrianna got a wash cloth wet, and she wiped Breanna off with it. Then she went through her panties looking for the most babyish style she could find before putting them on her.
“And since you were supposedly sitting in a mud puddle,” Adrianna told her. “I’m going to run water all over your skirt, too, so as to make it look like I had to wash it off, too.”
Breanna nodded.
“So, we need to put some clean pants on you.”
In the room, Ralph had gotten her completely naked, and he washed her off with a wet cloth so she didn’t have any lingering pee on her butt or privates, and then he started to dress her again, starting with a clean diaper with the two kinds of pads.
The nineteen year old was staring off into space with her thumb still in her mouth.
“Good girl,” Adrianna said as she got her panties back on her and then she found some purple overalls for her to wear. Breanna hated those overalls because sometimes the clasp got stuck, and it made it hard for her to get to the bathroom in time, if she had to take it off on her own. She hoped her cousin would at least let her change out of the overalls before Uncle Jorge came home, but she didn’t say anything. She knew better.
“You are such a good girl,” Adrianna said. “Now, keep your thumb in your mouth, sweetheart.”
Breanna blinked and the image of her cousin changing her wet pants when she was thirteen faded and she became aware that Ralph was putting on her swimsuit again.
She let him just work her arms and legs as he needed until he had her all dressed again.
Once she was dressed, Ralph put the little girl back in his lap, she was still holding her thumb in her mouth.
Ralph pulled her thumb out of her mouth and wiped it off for her, and then he hugged her.
“It’s okay, if you really want to suck your thumb, sweetheart. But I’m not sure you want people to see you doing that, do you?”
She shook her head no.
“No, of course not. No little nine year old wants people to catch her with her thumb in her mouth.”
Breanna didn’t tell Ralph that she was remembering stuff again.
Eventually, they were watching television, Breanna still in Ralph’s lap, just like a natural nine year old who had just not decided to move yet after being babied and held before watching television.
There was a knock at the door.
Breanna slipped off of Ralph’s lap in a hurry, feeling anxious of anyone finding out she liked to sit there.
Ralph looked around the room quickly, and then he walked over and opened the door. There were two police officers.
“We are looking for coyotes,” they informed him. “We have a search warrant to search all the rooms.”
Ralph nodded and stood aside while the police came in, and they saw little Breanna, who nervously put her thumb in her mouth.
“Who is this girl?” they asked Ralph.
“She’s my little niece. I’m bringing her back to America.”
“Do you have documents to prove who you are, and who she is?”
Ralph nodded.
“They’re in the car,” he told the officers. “I didn’t want to lose them if we got in a hurry packing in the motel. My little niece wets the bed and sometimes goes on herself, so I have to change her all the time. Since she needs to be changed in the mornings, it is easy to forget something.”
The officer frowned when he first said the papers were in the car, but his expression relaxed as Ralph gave a compelling reason for it.
“That’s why there are diapers over there?” the officer asked Ralph.
He then went and sat on the bed next to Breanna.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
She nodded.
“Do you know that man?” the officer pointed at Ralph.
“He… he came to get me. He’s my Uncle Ralph.”
“Came to get you?”
“I was kidnapped and taken to Guatemala. Some people were really mean to me, and tried to make me say I was their kid.”
“Do you know why they kidnapped you?”
“They wanted to go to America. They thought they use me to go there.”
Breanna hoped she was talking enough like a scared little kid.
An officer led Ralph to his car while the one officer was still talking to Breanna.
“Are those diapers yours?”
She nodded. “I have accidents.”
He smiled. “That’s okay. So how old are you, honey?”
“Nine.”
“You are sure that that guy is your uncle?”
“Uh-huh. He let me talk to daddy earlier.”
“He has your daddy’s phone number then?”
Breanna nodded.
“Whose dolls are those?” the officer asked her.
“Mine! Uncle Ralph bought them for me. The mean people in Guatemala took all my toys away, so Uncle Ralph said that’s mean, and he bought me some toys.”
The officer smiled.
“Can I just check your back?” he asked.
“Nu-uh. Uncle Ralph says no one allowed to undress me if I feel scared, and I feel scared.”
The police officer nodded.
“If I let Uncle Ralph watch, can I see your back?”
Breanna shook her head.
“How come you might not be a policeman, and you can be pretended coyote to try to look me naked.”
The officer smiled and nodded.
“I have a badge. Do you want to hold it?”
Breanna frowned. “You can take it from someone.”
“What makes you think someone can just take a policeman’s stuff?” the officer asked her.
“Because, when I was kidnapped….”
As she said this, there was truth in what she said. The people that picked her up were in a police car, now that she thought about it. They had badges and they were supposed to be taking her to some place for children who were not wanted anymore. She passed out sometime on the way in the patrol car, and when she woke up, she was in a different car, she was headed out of town.
“Police people, who looked like police, they took me from my school.”
Breanna had not remembered this little detail until just now. How could she remember that just now? But she did, and she really didn’t trust any police, and now, she knew why.
“Honey, we’ll let your uncle call our supervisor….”
“So, you can make me show you,” she trembled her lower lip as if she was trying to make them think she was going to cry.
“Are you scared of what we’ll find? Did someone hit you? Did you take drugs and you are afraid we’ll see?”
Breanna looked down.
“My fake cousin accidentally pushed me down, and my… um… fake family hits me because I pee my pants,” she told them. “Uncle Ralph said they wrong though, and I don’t shouldn’t get hit just because I pee my pants.”
The officer nodded. “It sounds like your Uncle Ralph is right, and he’s actually taking care of you, but I still have to see the marks, sweetheart.”
She shivered.
“You have to ask Uncle Ralph. If Uncle Ralph says it, then I’ll do what Uncle Ralph tells me to do.”
The officer nodded. “That’s fair enough, young lady.”
When Ralph came in and was caught up on what was happening, Ralph asked them to call a supervisor, and to have the supervisor explain things to both the little girl and to himself before he would consent, which made Breanna feel a lot better.
In the end, the officers got their permission, and they noticed that Ralph had put a swimsuit on under her clothes.
“She was having trouble with her diapers sagging and leaking,” Ralph told them. “I wanted to make it less embarrassing for her, especially when she had accidents, so I came up with this idea to try to prevent the diapers sagging on her.”
They took off her top part so they could see her back, and then noticing the red welt on her back, they had him remove her swimsuit completely, and they inspected even inside her diaper, but only on her back.
“These are pretty old,” the officers said. “Okay, you’re clear.”
The officers left Breanna nearly naked expect for her diapers, but for some reason, they didn’t say anything about it when they must have seen her chest. Was she really so flat chested, that she actually looked nine years old to them?
Breanna put her thumb in her mouth as the officers closed the door behind them, and Ralph went and sat down next to her.
“They made you pretty scared, didn’t they, baby?” Ralph asked her.
Breanna nodded.
“I showed the officer that came to the car, the papers that claim you are thirteen, instead of nine,” he told her. “I was afraid they’d need to see the marks on your body, so I told them I was calling you nine so that you’d be less embarrassed about wetting your pants, and to try to distract any human traffickers.”
Breanna sighed thinking that her breasts were at least the size she had imagined they were. If they really thought she was nine, after seeing her breasts, well, Breanna started to wonder what was wrong with her. She knew that she was small, but that small?
Uncle Ralph started to fix her clothes as he held her in his lap letting her keep her thumb in her mouth as he worked around it as much as he could, only removing it when he needed to, so he could fix her clothing.
She looked up at him when he first pulled her thumb out to fix her swimsuit, but he smiled at her and explained:
“I just need to get your arm in the armhole, baby.” And then he even guided her thumb back to her mouth when he had her swim suit on, and went to get her shirt for her.
Once she was dressed again, he put her thumb back in her mouth, as if to give her permission, and then he held her.
“You were a very good girl while the police were here trying to make sure you were safe.”
Breanna smiled. “I was?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“How come the police check our room, anyway?”
“I’m not sure. I bet the coyote that talked to us earlier had something to do with it, though. He was probably trying to check out our story.”
“If he knows I’m not nine, do you think he’s going to try something?”
Ralph shook his head.
“If he does anything obvious, his partners are going to turn on him. They don’t want to lose their cargo, and they know who I am, so they know I can do far worse to them than what they tried to do to me.”
Breanna nodded.
“I was so scared, Uncle Ralph. If I had to pee when they made us separate, I probably would have peed all over my pants, even if you didn’t want me to, and no matter what clothes I had on.”
Ralph hugged her and rocked her.
“I know, baby. That’s why you are still my little nine year old niece, and the officers agreed with me that saying you are nine is a lot safer for you around here, than claiming the age they now think they know you are.”
Breanna nodded with a frown.
“I’m glad you are taking me back to my daddy,” she told him. “I don’t know what would have happened if it were someone else trying to take me back—someone who doesn’t understand how the coyote and police work here.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Ralph patted her leg. “Your daddy asked for my help, and I told him that there were cheaper people, but he said that he wouldn’t risk someone else trying. He said that he was only asking me because his friend said I was the best at this, and because he knew that I was not the same kind of coyote that people normally feared. He would have rather you stay in Guatemala than risk some other coyote getting their hands on you and doing worse to you. He had hoped you at least found a nice family that cared about you.”
Breanna looked down. “I could have had worse. I know.”
“Your daddy really wanted you back, but more than that, he wanted you to be safe, baby. That’s why he’d been willing to leave you in Guatemala if any other option would have put you at risk of harming you.”
“So, he really thinks you can protect me, then?”
“Yes, baby. And I can…. You just have to obey me. Without your cooperation, then it’s hard to guarantee your safety, but as long as you act like an obedient little nine year old, then it will be a piece of cake to protect you.”
Breanna nodded.
Sometime before bed, Breanna yawned and stood up and walked towards the bathroom not really thinking about what she was doing.
“Where are you going?” Ralph was over at the bathroom door in an instant.
“To… to the bathroom?” she looked up at him.
“I thought you have agreed to just wet your pants, honey.”
“Oh, I did,” she nodded smiling up at him. “I’m going in there to do something else.”
“What?” he asked her.
Her face heated, and a frown on her face, she mumbled. “I have to poop.”
“Is your diaper wet?” he asked her.
“N… no?”
“Honey, you need to pee your diaper, no matter what. You first wet your diaper, then I’ll help you take it off so you can do anything else you need to do in the potty.”
“Um… it doesn’t work that way,” she looked up at him. “I usually start peeing around the middle of it, or at the very end.”
“Honey, I need you to start peeing before you poop, so we can get your diaper wet first. Do you know what a coyote will do if he thinks you don’t really pee your pants by accident?”
Breanna looked down.
“But I do, sometimes, leak pee by accident. Please, Uncle Ralph, I’m sure I can’t pee first without starting to poop my pants.”
Ralph sighed.
“Can you try to not pee until you are done pooping and we get your diaper back on you?”
Breanna looked down. “I never tried that before. I’m not sure I can control it.”
Ralph sighed.
“I guess there’s no way it can be helped then, is there?”
Breanna had tears in her eyes. “I’m trying to be a good girl and obey you. I promise.”
“I know you are, sweetheart,” Ralph took her hand. “How about I help you get this stuff off so you can poop, then? I’ll just have to let you pee in the potty this time.”
She nodded her head and let him lead her back to her room first, so he could get her stuff off of her. She was supposed to be a nine year old that seemed to need a lot of help, anyway, so she figured he just wanted to help her to make her seem more dependent than other children.
“Uncle Ralph?” Breanna suddenly got a feeling of inspiration from their conversation just moments before, as he started to take her shirt off.
When he got her shirt off, he rubbed her shoulder and asked. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Did you actually want me to poop my pants?” she asked him.
“Honey, no. I don’t want to cause you any more stress than you are already under. Wetting is hard enough for you, right?”
He continued to work on getting her skirt down.
“But, if I didn’t mind it, do you want me to poop my pants?”
“Honey, you do mind, don’t you?”
Breanna stopped his hands trying to pull her skirt off her.
“What if I don’t mind, or what if I’m not sure, and I just want to please you, and I’m willing to try it, just this once?”
Ralph took her hands in his a moment and then moved them so he could get her skirt off.
“Baby, you might already have to do that later, if you are in a troublesome situation. I don’t want to cause you to get grossed out or scared to do it when it becomes necessary. It’s better I let you go right now.”
Breanna’s face heated up as she moved her hands to keep her skirt on once more.
“What if I’m already doing it?”
Ralph picked her up and when he did, her skirt fell, so she knew it was basically off, and all she was doing, by holding on to where she had it, was just keeping it from falling all the way, so she let go exposing her swimsuit completely.
“Are you pooping your pants?” Ralph asked her. He didn’t sound upset or scary like Uncle Jorge would have been. He sounded, more, as if he was scared she was hurt than anything else.
“Um… not yet. But I’m really close. I don’t think you can get my diaper all the way off before it comes out.”
Ralph sighed. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“If that’s true, you’d better poop your pants, then honey.”
“Why?”
“Because we’ll just make a bigger mess if we try to get your diaper off in the middle of you going. It’s better to have it all come out either before I get the diaper off you or after. Not during, sweetie.”
“You promise you won’t be mad?” she asked shivering.
He pulled her into a deeper hug and rubbed her back.
“No one is going to be mad or hit my little niece for having an accident, baby. It is an accident this time, because I was trying to encourage you to make it. You’re not doing this for me, honey, if you’re pooping your pants. So, don’t do it on purpose, okay?”
She shivered.
“If I do it on purpose, then you’ll whip me?”
“No, baby. I’m not going to hit you even if you do it on purpose, but if you are doing it on purpose, then you and I need to have a little talk, sweetheart. I didn’t tell you to poop your panties, and there is no reason to do that right now.”
She felt her face get really hot.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Ralph.
“Honey, it’s okay to have an accident.”
She felt her stomach push, and she started to wet.
“I’m… it’s…. I can’t control it now….”
She felt her butt get some bubbles around the backdoor.
“Yes sweetie?” Uncle Ralph asked as he rubbed her back holding her in his arms.
“I… started to try to go on purpose, while you were trying to get my shirt off. I thought you wanted me to….”
She felt it starting to move.
“Oh, baby,” he sat down putting her in his lap in just her swimsuit and her diaper on. “You thought I wanted you to because I tried to insist on you peeing before I helped you go potty for poop?”
She nodded feeling her butt opening, and a rather thick solid mass started to push out.
“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that, I guess. I want you to wet, yes, but I had no intention of making you poop your pants when you are right next to a safe toilet, where I can even come in and watch you if you are scared.”
She looked down.
Her face was red and on fire. If you were Ralph, it might be hard to tell at first that it was because she was concentrating on pooping. It could have easily been because she was mortified to admit to Ralph that she was pooping on purpose after learning he had not really wanted her to do that.
Ralph just rubbed her back and kept hugging her, even while she started to grunt and she started to feel it sliding into the seat of her diaper. As it did so, pee pour out of her, and then more poop queued up, trying to push that that was in front, out so it could come.
As Ralph felt her bottom getting warm through her swimsuit because of the heavy hot mass pushing into her diaper and because the swimsuit was tight up against the diaper, caused the mass to push into little crevices around her legs letting her privates messy and some of it started to push up the small of her back.
Ralph just kept rocking her as he patted her lightly humming to her about what a good little baby girl she was.
For a minute, the poop stopped pushing, and Breanna pulled back from Ralph hugging her. Her face was red, she had tears running down her face, and her head was sweaty.
“I did it,” she mumbled up at him moving her thumb towards her mouth.
But just as Ralph stood up with her to take her to the bathroom in her swimsuit, she suddenly farted and then she felt a more liquid like mess starting to pour from her bottom. She instinctively tried to close her legs, which were pushed apart by her thick diaper and by being around Ralph.
He rubbed her back as he carried her.
“Are you going again?” he asked her.
She nodded, tears starting to stream down her face again.
“It’s okay, baby. Try to finish though. Grunt and try to get the rest all out, baby. We want as much of the mess in your diaper as we can so we don’t make a mess in the bathroom when I’m taking your stuff off you, baby.”
She nodded and tried to push, and just like earlier, when he told her to push, and pee came out, he was right this time, too, and more soft stuff oozed out as well as more pee flooded her diaper.
He stood her in the bathtub, and he smiled as he sat on the edge of it.
“Finished baby?”
She nodded.
He then started to undo her arms first, and to get her ready to start cleaning her up. |
Chapter 9:
After breakfast that morning, they were in the car again, and Breanna had Guadeloupe, her doll, in her lap. She mumbled a bit to herself, as though she was talking to Guadeloupe about everything on the trip.
“He didn’t even get mad at me last night, when I kind of started to poop my pants on purpose because I misunderstood what he wanted,” she told her doll. “He just help me clean up, as though I was really a little kid.”
Breanna smiled over at Uncle Ralph.
“I’m not sure, honestly, if he’s just asking me to wet my pants because of the coyotes, or if he has other reasons for wanting it to happen, but he wasn’t wrong about the coyotes not wanting a little girl that wets her pants.”
She shifted her doll in her lap.
“Last night, one of the coyotes called me cute and I don’t know, but he was acting a little bit funny. But after I told Uncle Ralph that I peed my pants, and that could I get changed, that guy stopped looking at me.”
Breanna looked over at Uncle Ralph driving, and felt something warm and fuzzy in her heart.
“Even if it is a good way to keep the coyotes from wanting to take me, and even though I’m going to do it the rest of the trip because now I know it does work, I still feel like Uncle Ralph likes it when I pee my pants and I need him to help me.”
She looked out at the changing scenery. They were no longer so much in the mountains, but long past, has it been that his story was he wouldn’t let her out because of fear of sheer drops off the side of the road. The main reason she needed to not go off the side of the road now, was that he needed his little girl to be someone that can’t help wetting herself so no one would want to kidnap her.
“Even when I did, poop my pants, and even though it started on purpose,” she continued talking to Guadeloupe in mumbles. “He wasn’t not only not mad at me, but he took care of me, and he was gentle and very nice about it, and he still called it an accident. He told me if I get confused or scared, then pooping my pants is an accident. It’s all very new to me, to not be yelled at for even finding my panties accidentally leaked into….”
Breanna remembered the few times that the real person, Guadeloupe had caught her really peeing her pants in the last year, and when she did, she took Breanna to her house because she knew that her own parents, Uncle Jose and Aunt Catalina would not be mean to her about it, and then she gave her some panties and a skirt or some jeans to borrow, of course old ones that were ripped up so that Uncle Jorge, who didn’t really pay attention to what she wore, would think she was still wearing what she put on earlier that day.
One time, she remember, they were at a basketball game.
Breanna sat, shaking slightly, and looking around self-consciously.
“What’s wrong?” Guadeloupe at her side asked her.
“I… I think my jeans is wet,” Breanna told her cousin the truth.
Their high school team was up by five points at this time, and they were seated pretty high up in the stadium near the back.
“Breanna, I’m not Aunt Carmen. Just tell me if you peed or not, okay?”
Breanna nodded. “No, what I mean is, yes, I did pee, but I’m afraid my jeans show it. I still gotta pee really bad, but I’m scared to go because everyone is going to see the back of my pants.”
Carmen hugged her.
“The game is almost over,” she told her. “Why don’t we just leave now, if we get out of here before the crowds start moving towards the exit, no one will even remember you wet because they’ll be too focused on the game.”
“What about the bathroom?” Breanna asked her.
“Of course, if you want to go in there, I’ll come with you so you can go, but, Breanna…?”
Breanna looked at her still shivering. “Yeah?”
“If you’re as wet as you think you are, going into the bathroom might just draw people’s attention to your wet pants.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, and if you are already that wet, you need to get changed one way or another before Uncle Jorge sees you.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“You’re going to come to my house and borrow a pair of my pants and get an old pair of my panties to put on so he doesn’t know you changed. You know I still have lots of pants that have holes in them that I don’t wear anymore.”
Breanna nodded.
“Why do you think I have those around?”
Breanna shrugged.
“They’re for you. I know you’re still leaking in your panties sometimes because I’ve heard Aunt Carmen complaining to my mom about it. She says you are almost ready to graduate high school….”
Guadeloupe trailed off.
“What?” Breanna asked her.
“What?” Guadeloupe seemed to mimic her though her face was looking just as confused as Breanna felt.
“You… you stopped talking about what Aunt Carmen says to your mom, but you didn’t seem to be finished.”
“Oh, um… you know Aunt Carmen,” Guadeloupe said. “She just said some unkind things about you that I figured you can already guess and didn’t really need to hear.”
Breanna got the whole picture. Yes, her dear Aunt Carmen would say something like she’s still acting like a toddler or something, and she doubted Breanna would ever be properly potty trained even as an adult, and she likely said something about believing that Breanna actually wets completely in her pants all the time and then tries to hide it.
Guadeloupe hugged her.
“So, do we want to go into the bathroom, or just skip it and get your pants changed at my house?”
Breanna was back with her doll, Guadeloupe.
“I peed my pants that day, walking back to your house, and you were so kind to me about it. You let me come right to your room, and you handed me some dry stuff, and then left the room for a minute so I could change myself.”
She looked over at Ralph who happened to look at her.
“Are you talking to yourself?” Ralph asked her.
Breanna nodded. “I… you said to be nine years old. I was just playing with my doll.”
“Good girl,” Ralph rubbed her leg. “Is my little niece wet?”
Breanna shook her head no.
“It’s almost lunch time, sweetheart. I’m going to find a place to eat and to look at the map again. I don’t know for sure what that coyote is up to that we saw last night, but if he is being paid to deliver his cargo to America as soon as possible, and he’s likely got another job already lined up after that, he will likely take the most direct path to the border. If we spend a couple of days driving out of our way to get off of the coyote trail, he and all the other coyotes will probably lose track of us.”
Breanna looked at Uncle Ralph for a minute, thinking about what that could mean. She had a nagging feeling that even if they were no longer on the coyote trail, Ralph really didn’t want her to stop wetting her pants. She shivered as she thought about whether to ask him or not.
“If he says I have to keep wetting,” she whimpered to herself to her doll. “I’m not sure how I’ll feel about him. But if he says I don’t have to….”
She picked her doll up to look in its little adorable face.
“Do you think I should ask, or should I just keep wetting my pants and let Uncle Ralph decide to tell me if it’s not important to do it anymore?”
She held her doll to her ear, as though expecting her to whisper some advice to her.
“Breanna,” she heard Guadeloupe’s real voice in her mind. “You know that Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen don’t really care if you wet your pants or not, don’t you? They will just punish you for something else if you don’t wet the bed tonight.”
She remembered, they were camping, and she was about sixteen years old at the time.
“What I’m saying is, if you are scared to go out there and find a place to pee because it’s dark, and anything can be out there, then I won’t care if you wet yourself even on purpose. You’re going to be punished no matter what, and at least if it looks like an accident, like you wet the bed, then I know my parents will stop them being mean to you.”
Breanna looked at the doll for a minute. “Is that really the best thing to do?” she asked.
Guadeloupe’s head in her little side dream nodded. “Just wet your pants, Breanna. Uncle Ralph hasn’t punished you for it at all, and if he likes you acting like a baby, then that’s a lot easier on you than getting hit for no reason, right?”
Breanna nodded.
Ralph happened to look over at Breanna nodding at her doll, and he chuckled to himself.
This startled Breanna out of her little daydream, and she looked over at him, but he had a smile on his face, and his eyes lit up as he saw her holding her doll. It looked like he really liked to see her holding a doll in her arms.
“Did what’s her name give you some kind of advice or something?” Ralph asked as if he knew what she was thinking.
Breanna felt her face get a little warm and she started to put the doll back down in her lap.
“Her name is Guadeloupe,” Breanna reminded him. She thought she had told him her doll’s name before. “Guadeloupe always gave me advice when I was living with Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen.”
“She’s the cousin your aunt said you always hung out with, right?”
Breanna nodded.
“Sweetie, I know how scary things are right now, but remember, if you trust Uncle Ralph, I will get you to America safely. No one will be mean to my little pretend nine year old niece, okay?”
She nodded.
He nodded at the restaurant, the parking of which he had just turned into.
“Let’s have some lunch, okay? If you have any questions about what we can expect from coyotes on our new trail, you can ask me after lunch, and we are safely back in the car.”
Breanna nodded.
When they got out of the car, Uncle Ralph handed her the Guadeloupe doll.
“You need to take your little friend with you,” he told her. “She will help you if you get anxious, especially if you have an accident or something, okay?”
Breanna nodded and hugged Guadeloupe to her shoulder.
“What do you mean, you want to take a doll into the restaurant?” her Uncle Jorge had told her when she was twelve years old one time. “Are you a little baby or something? Do you want people to make fun of you?”
Breanna looked up at Uncle Ralph, and he looked at her as he handed her the doll with kind eyes and his manner was natural, as he put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew that he thought it was quite alright for her to bring the doll in with her.
Breanna thought a moment about what she was doing. Was she really okay, doing this, as in being her own nineteen year old self? Was she okay with the whole little kid treatment? But then she remembered how Uncle Ralph protected her when she embarrassed herself.
“What can you do?” she remembered the first time Uncle Ralph took her into the store and she had wet her pants and someone had noticed. “You can’t expect an eleven year old to pee in front of her daddy, and I didn’t like the idea of her disappearing off of the road because it’s too dangerous.”
Ralph put her in diapers. “These will help you when you wet in public, so it’s much less noticeable,” and he was right. It didn’t seem to draw anyone’s attention when she wet her diaper, unless she leaked or they talked about it.
And then, Ralph told her to start wetting her pants on purpose because of coyotes.
“She’s kind of a cute,” a coyote told Ralph.
“She’s nine years old,” he told the coyote last night.
“I wet my pants,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph. “Can we please go change my diaper?”
And that coyote stopped looking at her after that.
Ralph really was protecting her and taking care of her as if she was a child, and now, he was handing her the doll as though it was natural for her to hold it.
She decided that whether or not she felt good about taking the doll into the restaurant, everything else Ralph had done had been for her good, so she trusted that having the doll and playing with it in public was a good thing.
Breanna had just taken the first bite of her lunch, when she suddenly started to worry about something else, and she looked up at Ralph for a long time until he focused on her.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“What if my daddy doesn’t want me when we get there?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Ralph asked her. “He’s been looking for you for a long time, honey.”
“Because… now, I wet my pants all the time, and before I was taken, I never used to do that.”
Ralph smiled. “Daddies don’t stop loving their kids because they have little problems or even developmental issues caused by stress or trauma,” he told her. “Daddies love their little kids too much to place that much importance on whether you accidentally leak a little bit in your panties from time to time or not. He wouldn’t likely even cared if you completely wet your pants all the time, or you even had other problems….”
“Honest?”
“Honest, baby. And if your daddy turned out to be so disappointed in you that he wouldn’t take you back after all he did to get you, then I would not leave you stranded, sweetheart. I know you don’t know me that well, but I feel like I really am your uncle, and I’d take you in in a heartbeat if something happened between your dad and you.”
She smiled up at him.
“Now, is my little baby niece wet?” he asked her.
She shook her head no.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll tell you, honest, Uncle Ralph. You don’t scare me from telling you like Aunt Carmen and especially Uncle Jorge did. I don’t mind telling you if I even leak a little bit. I promise.”
He smiled at her. “Then eat your lunch so we can get on the road, sweetheart. I want to get off of the coyote trail as soon as we can.”
She nodded.
Breanna sat there, eating, and while she was eating, she suddenly felt an urge which was quickly followed by a little spray of pee going into her diaper before her body suddenly turned the water faucet off.
She looked down at her doll, and picked it up checking under it to make sure it had not gotten wet, but all she did, was spray a little bit like she sometimes did before she got to the bathroom. It was a bit of a surprise though, because normally, she didn’t spray unless she had been holding it a few minutes, but for some reason, she sprayed a little bit before she even started holding it.
She whimpered.
“Are you okay?” Uncle Ralph asked her.
“I… I’m starting to wet,” she whispered.
“That’s okay,” Uncle Ralph smiled at her. “This isn’t the safest place to use the toilet for you anyway, honey. Just go ahead and wet your pants for now, and we’ll change you in the car, okay?”
Breanna nodded.
But now that her body was aware of her needing to pee, it didn’t want to let anymore out as long as she was sitting with her clothes on, and so eventually, while she was eating her leg started to bounce up and down while her knees vibrated, and lightly tapped each other under the table.
“Are you scared to finish wetting your pants?” Uncle Ralph asked her.
Breanna felt her face get a little warm.
“It’s okay,” Ralph told her. “Just try to finish eating, and if you aren’t done with your little peeing, we can just get in the car and drive for a while until you wet your pants, and after that, I’ll find a place we can stop so I can change you, okay?”
Breanna nodded.
“You’re a good little girl,” Ralph told her.
He finished eating a little faster than she did this time, and he stood up and walked over to her, prodded her up, and then sat down and put her in his lap and hugged her while she continued to eat.
“It’s okay if your body doesn’t want to just pee,” he whispered to her. “Not many little nine year old girls would just pee on purpose, baby. You are not being disobedient just because you aren’t used to wetting your pants. And you are not disobedient if you accidentally pee even if I tell you that you can use the toilet because it is safe. You will never be in trouble for being natural, sweetheart.”
As he said these things, he lightly rocked her, trying not to interfere too much with her eating, but it seemed like he wanted her to know that he believed she was trying to be a good little girl.
She nodded and felt herself spray a little bit more, but then it stopped. Her body really hated peeing when she wasn’t on the toilet, and every time the liquid started to collect into a bit of a dampness, she couldn’t help herself from stopping.
“You are Ralph’s good little niece,” he told her.
Ralph was still trying to say little encouragements in her ear, things that let her know that he thought she was a good girl, that it was okay to accidentally wet herself because the toilet at this place couldn’t be trusted, and that even if she was in a safe place, he’d never ever spank her for wetting her pants, no matter how wet she got herself.
Eventually, little Breanna finished eating.
Ralph pulled out money to pay for the meal and Breanna’s face heated up, as she not only sprayed again, but it turned into a longer squirt that nearly made a puddle between her legs in her diaper before her body stopped it again, and her legs started to really squirm as did her butt starting to bounce a bit in her seat.
“My little niece wetting her pants?” Uncle Ralph asked her as he picked her up to carry her.
Breanna nodded as another longer squirt, and then another one slipped out. Then, she suddenly felt a wave of water pour through her little tired muscles and she could almost even hear the faint hissing as she peed her pants.
Uncle Ralph carried her out to the car, and set her on her feet at the car. Then he got down to her eye level, and hugging her, he asked her.
“Are you still wetting, or are you ready to change your pants?” he asked her.
“I… I’m not sure,” Breanna held Guadeloupe on one shoulder, and she put her thumb in her mouth. “I… I stopped peeing, but I don’t… I think… maybe there is still more in there?”
He smiled and nodded, and after checking her butt quickly with his hand on her pants, he smiled and unlocked her door and helped her into the car.
“I’ll stop maybe an hour or so up the road. You should be done peeing by then, right?”
Breanna nodded.
He buckled her into the car, and they were off again.
Before they were even on the road for five minutes, she felt the rest finally push through her muscles that were just tired and gave up. Her diaper was already wet, after all.
She moaned a little bit when she peed the rest in her diaper, and Uncle Ralph looked over at her.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
Breanna nodded. “I… I just… I think I finished, uncle. I’m wet.”
“Good girl,” he responded putting a hand on her lap to let her know it was okay to wet her pants like the little girl she was supposed to pretend to be. “We are on the road, now, anyway, so it’s natural for a little girl to wet herself if we don’t find a bathroom in time,” he told her.
Breanna nodded.
Breanna lifted Guadeloupe up to her ear.
“See?” Guadeloupe said to her in her vision. “I told you Ralph would not be mad, honey. No one gets mad at you for accidents except Uncle Jorge and sometimes Aunt Carmen, because they are stupid. They don’t understand at all.”
Breanna nodded and hugged Guadeloupe doll.
Ralph pulled off onto a dirt road that wasn’t used as much, and he started to drive along the bumpy road until they found a very secluded place where he parked in the middle of some trees.
“We’re safe here,” he told his little pretend niece. “How about we get your diaper changed here?”
She looked up at him and nodded.
“We are going to come out on another road when we get off here, so how about we put you in the potty training panties instead of another diaper?” he asked her.
“Does that mean you want me to go to the potty from now on?”
Uncle Ralph smiled at her and nodded.
He got out of the car, came around to held her out, and then while he hugged her, he explained.
“Yes, sweetie. I want you to tell me if you gotta pee now, but don’t be scared if you accidentally still leak or even pee all the way in your pants. I’m putting the potty training panties on you so that you know it’s alright to still wet yourself on accident, and no one will be mad, but to also let you know to ask me if you gotta pee, so I can take you to the toilet as soon as possible.”
Breanna nodded.
He took her to the back seat, and he pulled off her clothes and her swimsuit so he could get to her diaper. Then he balled that up and threw it away.
“I’m going to put you in training pants, but I do want to put a pad in your trainers so that if you leak, it won’ get your trainers wet unless you pee really bad, okay?”
Breanna nodded and let him dress her. If he was letting her wear panties, she supposed she could have dressed herself, but she just let Uncle Ralph do it because he seemed already determined to do it.
He got her panties pulled up on her, and then he started to put her swimsuit back on her.
“Uncle Ralph, if you put this back on me, I don’t know even if we get to the toilet in time, if I can get it off before I wet.”
Ralph hugged her.
“I don’t care if you get it off in time or not, baby. But we’ll try to get it off in time because a nine year old little girl feels a lot better about herself when she makes it to the toilet, right?”
Breanna nodded.
He got her swimsuit on her, and then he put her shirt back on her and finally her skirt she had been wearing. |
Chapter 10
They drove on the bumpy dirt road for another thirty minutes after Ralph had changed Breanna into a pair of panties. Wearing a swimsuit over her panties felt a little weird to her, but she didn’t want to question Ralph. She was in the front seat again, and her had her Guadeloupe doll up to her ear, listening to her cousin from far off in Guatemala.
“You’re sucking your thumb again,” her cousin told her through the doll.
“I know,” Breanna responded. “It’s just… I’m… I’m a little bit nervous….”
“What in the world are you wearing?” she suddenly heard Uncle Jorge’s voice break through into her dolly world. “Do you really think that wearing a swimsuit under your clothes gives you permission to wet yourself like a baby?” he asked her.
“No sir,” she mumbled to herself.
“Then why would you let this stranger put you in diapers, and then in a swimsuit under your clothes, and obey him when he tells you that wetting your pants is natural and safe to do?”
“I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.”
She started shaking.
“Breanna,” Guadeloupe tried to break in to the nightmare of her imagination, but she sounded too far off. Uncle Jorge was right there, yelling at her.
“Sit on the toilet,” her Uncle Jorge told her.
“But I’m still wearing clothes,” she whispered to her imaginary Uncle Jorge. “Can’t I take off my pants first?”
“Do you even know how?” he stood over her watching her, making her nervous. “You do realize, with a swimsuit on, you’ll have to completely get naked. Do you want to do that, right here, in front of me?”
“No, sir.”
“And if even if I leave the bathroom, I’m coming back in a bit to get you off the toilet. Do you WANT me to see you completely naked? You are supposed to be a nineteen year old young lady!”
She shook her head no.
“Well, then, do you want to take your clothes off?” he asked her.
She shook her head no.
“Then sit on the potty like I told you, and don’t pee. If I come back here, and your pants are soaked, you’ll get it, little missy.”
Breanna felt tears stinging her eyes, and she sniffled.
“Breanna?” she heard a man’s voice. “Breanna!”
The second time the voice cut through her imaginary disciplined psyche, she realized it was Ralph trying to bring her to the real present.
She looked up at him, a tear trail running down the left side of her face.
“What is it, sweetie?” Ralph asked her.
“Nothing?” she was uncertain about what to say.
“Honey, you can tell Uncle Ralph,” he told her. “Are you wet?”
She shook her head.
“Why are you crying, then, baby?”
“I… I was back at Uncle Jorge’s just now, and he was mad I had a swimsuit on over my panties, and he made me sit on the toilet and threatened me if I peed….”
She started to get too worked up in her crying to say anymore.
Uncle Ralph found a place to pull the car over, and then he got out and walked over to her side of the car, and helped her out, and then he picked her up and held her.
“You’re not at Uncle Jorge’s anymore,” he whispered to her. “You are with Uncle Ralph, and there is no such rule as you are not allowed to pee,” he told her. “Even if we are not near a toilet, and you need to go in your pants, there is no such thing as you are not allowed to pee, okay?”
She nodded.
“And if I put you on the toilet with your clothes on, it’s only because your clothes are already wet, or I’m just sitting you somewhere while I get you a bath ready. But baby, if you gotta pee or something, and I put you on the toilet, whether you are dressed or naked, you have a right to pee, and if you don’t want to wet your clothes, you have a right to take down your pants.”
Sniffling she nodded and he continued to hold her and rocked her a bit like you would a little kid.
Finally, she got enough of her reality back that she found she was able to ask: “Uncle Ralph? If you tell me to sit on the toilet and I want to take off my pants…. I have a swimsuit on. How am I going to pee without wetting my swimsuit and panties?”
He continued to rock her and hold her.
“You just take your swimsuit all the way off,” he told her. “If you don’t want me to see you naked, then ask me to leave the bathroom for a minute so you can get off your swimsuit and put back on your shirt if you want.”
She nodded.
“I will only not leave the bathroom if it feels like a bad idea because you are too upset. At that point, I’m not going to tell you to sit on the toilet because sitting on the toilet with your clothes on feels like it must have been one of the ways that that Jorge character controlled and abused you, baby. I think if I’m going to just have you wet because you are too upset, I’ll just hold my little niece while she does it.”
“Ho… hold me? But I’ll get you all wet if you hold me while I’m not wearing a diaper, and… and you tell me to pee my pants?”
He nodded. “I don’t care as much about that as I do about you feeling better about whatever is making you too upset to go potty by yourself, sweetheart. Even a nine year old can go potty by herself unless she’s scared or too upset about something.”
Breanna nodded.
“Don’t be scared to just wet your pants, sometimes, if you are too scared or you are too nervous about something and don’t want me to hold you. It’s an accident if you wet because you are scared or nervous, baby.”
“It is?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Anytime you wet your pants either because you don’t feel it in time, or because something has made you too nervous or scared to go potty, or even upset you so you are crying or not paying attention to that, and you wet, then it is an accident.”
She nodded.
“It’s also an accident if you are just having too much fun, and you didn’t realize you had to go until it was too late, sweetheart. It’s only on purpose if you sit down or squat down, and you try really hard to pee on yourself for no reason, and I didn’t tell you to just wet yourself for my reasons. Only if you do it like that, then it is on purpose.”
“I… I never do that,” Breanna felt herself more whimper than voice her response.
“Of course you don’t,” he swayed side to side trying to calm her. “You are a nine year old little girl, or you are nineteen. Either way, there is no way you’d just sit and squat and try to pee your pants for no reason, baby. No child over the age of five, as far as I’ve ever seen, does that.”
Breanna nodded.
“So, don’t be scared, honey. I’ll never blame you or tell you that you are being a bad little girl just because you can’t control wetting your pants sometimes.”
She sighed and put her head into his chest, where he rocked her a little bit longer.
A police siren sounded, and Breanna looked up to see a patrol car stopping behind Ralph’s car.
“Are you okay?” the officer asked Ralph or Breanna, she wasn’t sure which.
“Sorry officer. I had to pull over because my little niece got upset and I need to calm her down. She’s had a rough few days.”
The officer nodded. “Well, is there anything I can help you with?”
“No. Little Breanna will be okay in a few minutes, and we’ll get back in the car as soon as we can.”
“Well, I’m going to stay and make sure no one comes flying into you because they are not paying attention. Go ahead and take all the time you need with your little niece.”
“Thank you, officer.”
And Ralph rocked her a little more until she felt her eyes getting heavy and then she fell asleep.
“Breanna,” Marianna whispered to her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna poop and Uncle Jorge will get mad if I go in my panties,” the twelve year old Breanna replied to a cousin while they were camping one day, and the two girls were near a lake.
“But if he catches you doing this…, he’ll hit you even more, won’t he?”
“He’s busy with your dad fishing. He won’t see,” Breanna told Marianna who kept looking out at the lake where the row boat was, their dad’s backs to them.
They were in heavy cover, so there was no way the men could even see the girls, and Guadeloupe was at camp with the aunts, helping with chores.
“You better hurry,” Marianna said. “I don’t want Uncle Jorge to catch you. He’s such a meanie, especially to you!”
Breanna nodded, and after getting her swimsuit down, Marianna noticed her wet area.
“You’re wet?” she asked her knowing they had not even gotten in the water yet.
Breanna blushed. “Yeah. I had an accident on the way in the car, but I didn’t tell Uncle or Aunt yet because I know when they find it, I’m going to get in trouble.”
“I just hope they don’t catch you pulling your pants down out here,” Marianna said. “They’ll really get mad at you if they catch you pulling your pants down out here.”
“I know, but it’s either that or poop my pants, and if I’m going to get in trouble anyway, I’d rather be comfortable and in trouble, than be messy and in trouble.”
“No doubt,” Marianna agreed with her. “I’m so glad my parents are not controlling like Uncle Jorge is, and they won’t even let Uncle Jorge babysit us.”
“So, what are YOU going to do when you have to pee while camping?” Breanna asked her cousin.
“I… I’ll try to find a place where Uncle Jorge won’t see, and go there. If Uncle Jorge is watching though, I’ll run to my mom and pee my pants and tell her I couldn’t find a private place to go.”
Breanna nodded.
Breanna finished her business, and then pulled up her wet swimsuit and then she smiled at Marianna.
“Let’s play in the water. It will take Aunt and Uncle a lot longer to notice I’m wet, if we were playing in the water.”
“Okay!”
They both ran in to the lake.
….
“Breanna,” a voice from nowhere was calling her. Was she asleep? She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything but a white light. She wasn’t sure what was happening at first.
“Breanna, honey, wake up,” a voice called and someone’s hand rubbed her back. It wasn’t rough like Uncle Jorge, but it wasn’t quite the babying hand of Ralph either.
“Sweetie, wake up! You’ve had an accident.”
Breanna’s eyes flew open and she reached down to her privates and felt the cooling puddle of water between her legs. She started to cry as she turned to look over at someone she didn’t quite recognize.
“It’s okay, baby,” the man she didn’t know told her. “It was just a little accident, baby. You were kidnapped, so this was bound to happen.”
Suddenly, the little girl opened her eyes again, and this time, she was in a motel room, tied up to a chair, and in the seat of the chair, she had made a puddle that poured over the front and back of the chair making a lake on the floor.
A woman was talking on the phone.
“What do you mean, you won’t take her? Do you know how much in resources we spent to get her?”
The woman listened on the other end of the phone.
Breanna shivered. She was definitely younger than twelve in this vision, maybe even ten years old.
“I told you, we can’t control if the kid we pick up for you pees her pants or not. She is the person you requested. We got all the information, and nothing got mixed up.”
Breanna shook as she listened to the call.
“Fine. We’ll find the alternative girl, you are still going to pay half price for our trouble in getting this girl here, and you are going to pay price plus ten percent for making us go out of our way to get another girl for you.”
Breanna felt tears in her eyes, but before anything else happened, nineteen year old Breanna woke up, and with a puddle in her lap from wetting her pants. She looked over at Ralph, and whimpered.
Ralph heard her whimper and looked over at her and frowning, he reached a hand for her hand.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
“I… I wet my pants,” she whimpered.
“Of course you did,” he said softly. “You were sleeping sweetheart.”
She looked down. “Other nineteen year olds don’t wet when they are asleep.”
Ralph shrugged.
“Baby, everyone has their own problems, and sometimes our ways of dealing with problems don’t make sense to us, but you are not the first nineteen year old I’ve helped get back to America that has had wetting her pants issues.”
“I’m not?”
“No, sweetheart. And anyway, until further notice, you are a nine year old unless there is real police trouble where they are afraid you were abused and need to look, then you are 13 years old. Scared nine year olds wet their pants all the time, sweetheart.”
Her body shook as she nodded.
“And I’ve helped a lot of nineteen year olds pretend to be eleven or thirteen years old, though you are the first I’ve tried to pass off as nine.”
“Really?”
“Because you really do look small enough, and with all your clothes on, no one can really tell you aren’t. Of course, if someone looks at your body, you definitely look a little older, but not much older than thirteen, baby.”
She nodded. There was no reason he would lie or not know being as he was almost a coyote himself, getting girls back to America who belonged there, but doing it in a shady way so as to slip by other coyotes and police alike. What did he call himself? El Lobo? She wasn’t sure El Lobo was the proper term though, because Ralph didn’t look like he fought unless he had to. She imagined a wolf would be a lot more straight forward and also have a pack with him so as to make any fights uneven in their favor. Ralph was definitely not like that.
“But I thought you told me not to pee my pants anymore,” Breanna said after a moment or two, and found her thumb reaching up to her mouth.
“I told you that you don’t HAVE to pee your pants for a while,” Ralph agreed. “But there is a difference, honey. I said, You. Don’t. Have. To. I didn’t say you were not allowed to, baby. What that means is, if you want to pee in the toilet, and you tell me, I’ll stop somewhere and let you go, even if you are already wet. But if you wet because of an accident, you are not going to be any kind of trouble.”
He reached over and patted her wet lap.
“My little nine year old niece is definitely allowed to have accidents, no matter if you are awake or if you are sleeping, and no matter if you are upset or laughing, you just tell Uncle Ralphy you wet your pants, and we’ll get you changed as soon as we can, baby.”
Breanna nodded.
“So, even though you’re not worried about me going to the toilet on this road, I’m still your nine year old niece?” she asked him.
“Unless I tell the officer that we are playing a game to slip by any sleeping coyotes so they don’t try to kidnap you again, then yes, you are a nine year old.”
She nodded.
“I gotta still pee, some, but….”
“You want to know if it’s okay to pee your pants on purpose because you don’t think you can hold it?”
Breanna nodded.
“It’s not on purpose if you can’t hold it, baby. Of course you can finish wetting your pants. Uncle Ralph understands that a nine year old would not do that unless you just can’t hold it, honey.”
He put a hand on her back and rubbed.
“How about this…. Because I understand how scared you are to just pee your pants, and I don’t want you holding it needlessly, I’m going to tell you to pee your pants. You did promise to do whatever I tell you to do, right?”
Breanna nodded.
“Well, I’m ordering you to pee your pants. That way, it’s not even a little bit your fault that you wet. It’s all Uncle Ralph’s fault because I expect you to obey me, honey. Go ahead and wet them. I’m change you as soon as I can pull over safely.”
Breanna nodded and picked up her doll. “I will, Uncle Ralphy.”
Breanna brought Guadeloupe to her ear.
“It’s okay,” her dolly told her. “Ralph isn’t telling you to wet just so he can hit you or be mean. He’s telling you to pee so it’s not your fault. He wants you to go ahead and do it, and you did promise to do what he tells you. You can wet, Breanna. I won’t care. I promise.”
Breanna nodded at her doll.
Even though it was just the doll and her imagination, she was so sure of how much Guadeloupe cared about her, and of the fact that Guadeloupe would tell her to do whatever meant the least amount of trouble for her, that the doll’s advice in Guadeloupe’s voice made sense to her. And she started to push herself to pee like the doll told her to do.
The sky was staring to darken, and the stars were starting to appear one by one overhead in a bare stretch of road. Breanna was still waiting for Ralph to pull over somewhere to change her wet pants, but she didn’t mind wearing the wet pants. She had had to wear wet pants before for a very long time… when Uncle Jorge was trying to teach her a lesson.
“Is there going to be a toilet soon?” Breanna asked Ralph as she felt her stomach tighten a bit.
“Honey, you’re already wet. If I take you in like you are, everyone will see my little nine year old has already wet. Do you want to go into a toilet like this?”
Breanna nodded.
“Do you need to poop, baby?”
She nodded again.
“Okay, we’ll stop as soon as we can, but tell me if it starts coming out. There’s no reason to embarrass you if you are already going in your pants, okay?”
Breanna nodded a third time.
Ralph started to pay more attention to the signs, now. Breanna noticed that he was looking to the side of the road more, and that he mouthed when a sign read the distance to the next small town.
“There’s one,” Ralph told Breanna. “It’s about ten or fifteen minutes away. How you doing with pooping your pants, baby?”
“I think I can hold it,” she whimpered.
“Don’t be scared, baby. If you go, you go, baby. Uncle Ralph is still going to turn off there and then check you. If you tell me you already went, or when I check you, if I notice you’ve already done some in your pants, then I’ll just let you finish in your seat, and then get you changed, baby.”
She nodded.
They did get to the rest area in time, and because Ralph wanted her to make it this time, he took her hand without preparing anything else, and he walked her quickly to the bathrooms, and he knocked on the girls’ bathroom door.
“Sorry, ladies, but my big girl wants to use the potty, and she doesn’t want to go in the boys’ room.”
He walked her in, and everyone could already see her wet pants.
“I think the poor little girl already wet,” one of the girls who was probably about the age he was pretending her to be said.
“Yes, she is a little wet,” Ralph agreed with her. “But she still wants to go potty, and it’s very responsible for her to go in the toilet if she can, even if she had a bit of an accident already.”
The little girl nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
The little girl’s mom smiled down at Breanna who blushed.
“You can go first, honey. I don’t need to go as badly as you obviously need to.”
Breanna nodded putting her thumb in her mouth as she went into the stall with her daddy.
“Are you going in with her?”
“She needs help,” Ralph explained. “I’ll explain if I really have to after I help her get ready to go.”
The lady shook her head and Ralph took her into the stall and pulled off all her clothes so she could sit on the potty.
“When you are done,” Ralph told her. “I’ll just keep the swimsuit and the panties with me. Just pull on your pants and we’ll put some panties on you in the car after.”
Breanna nodded, and he left to let her go.
She heard Ralph talk to the lady.
“She was wearing this from swimming at the motel we stayed at. I told her she could wear them, but warned her I would have to help her if she had to stop somewhere to go potty because she’d have to take them all the way off, and leaving them on the dirty floor and then putting them back on wasn’t very healthy.”
Breanna didn’t hear the woman’s reaction, but she heard the little girl again.
“How come she wet her pants?”
“She was in the car for a while, and fell asleep. She doesn’t like it, but she sometimes wets in her sleep.”
“Oh. That must be really embarrassing for her.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, she shouldn’t care if it happened and people see, unless you are in her town because no one at her school will know what happened. My best friend wets the bed, and she was scared to tell me, but I caught her, and we only got to be better friends after I found out.”
“That’s very nice of you, little one.”
“My mom said I should always be nice if someone has trouble that makes others be mean because we all have troubles that can get us made fun of.”
“Your mom is right.”
Breanna finished going, and cleaning herself up, and then she called through the door.
“Uncle Ralph! I… I finished.”
“Did you pull your pants up, honey?”
“Not yet.”
“Pull them up, and come on out, honey.”
“They’re wet, Uncle. Can’t you go to the car and get me clean stuff and bring it back to me?”
Ralph frowned at the door.
“Are you scared for, your, niece, is it?” the woman asked Ralph.
“Well, see, I’m watching her for her parents on vacation, and not only do I not want to lose my niece, but it would be a lot worse if she disappeared because I left her somewhere I shouldn’t have.”
“She’s safe here,” the woman told Uncle Ralph. “I’ll let her keep the door shut and locked and stay right here until you come back.”
“That’s nice of you, but aren’t you going to use the bathroom?”
“I… yes, I….”
“Well, she needs an adult who is right at there, ready to protect her if someone tries to get in her door, so, no….”
“Look, I’ll hold it,” the lady said. “Go get the poor kid some clean clothes, and I’ll wait, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Breanna, the woman wants me let you stay in there, locked in the potty. Make sure the door is locked and stay right there, okay?”
“I will, Uncle Ralph. I promise.”
Breanna could tell that Ralph was a little nervous, still, about leaving, but eventually she heard the bathroom door open and close, and she sat on the toilet waiting for him.
“Mommy, that guy goes right into girls’ bathrooms and he doesn’t leave the girl’s side at all. I think he even took her clothes off of her to go potty.”
The lady whispered. “He’s just probably kind of new at being responsible for a kid, honey. Your dad would take you right into the bathroom if he had a bad feeling. You know that, don’t you?”
The little girl’s answer was not audible.
“I think the little girl’s uncle is being very responsible though. I commend him for taking her into the bathroom to let her go instead of leaving her to chance.”
“You wished daddy would take me inside more, then?”
“When mommy isn’t there, honestly, yes, I do, baby.”
“Daddy would be mad though if I accidentally wet my pants because I was scared to go by myself, wouldn’t he?”
“No, baby. If something scared you about going into the bathroom alone, I don’t think he’d be mad at you. He would be surprised that you wet until you explained why you did it though.”
“Mommy?”
“What honey?”
“I’m wetting. I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I should have let YOU go. I just promised I would watch the girl’s door. It’s okay. I’ll tell your daddy it wasn’t your fault, sweetheart.”
“I have your stuff, honey, open up,” Ralph knocked at the door not even mentioning that he noticed if the other little girl had just wet her pants.
Breanna opened the door and took the panties and clean skirt from Uncle Ralph, and then closed the door and went to putting on her clean clothes.
She was glad she had not pooped herself, or trying to get clean clothes on would be very difficult because she doubted she’d be clean enough to want to put them on.
She came out and noticed the little girl, crying, and her mommy holding her.
Breanna went over and she hugged the other little girl.
“You wet?” she asked her.
The other little girl turned and looked into Breanna’s eyes and nodded.
“You were nice to me,” Breanna said. “I’m sorry you wet your pants just because of my troubles. But don’t be embarrassed. We don’t know each other, and no one else here, except your mommy knows you wet your pants, and you will be with when you get home, okay?”
The girl nodded and smiled up at her wiping her eyes. “You’re right. Thank you.”
Breanna nodded.
They walked out of the bathroom, and Ralph picked her up and started to carry her.
“You are a nice little girl,” he told her kissing her head.
Breanna shrugged. “Of course. She wasn’t really nine years old after all, and she wasn’t sure, but she thought the other girl might have actually been a little older than nine, but neither of them seemed to really care what the other’s real age was. |
Chapter 11:
When they got out to the car, Uncle Ralph opened the back door. Of course, she had soaked her front seat, so was he just protecting her clothes? But no, he had her move over, and then he got in and started putting up the curtains.
“What’s wrong?” Breanna felt herself to make sure she had not somehow leaked and not felt the pee coming out, though it would be strange if she did after just finishing in the rest area bathroom.
“You need to put on one of your clean onesies on,” he told her.
“Onesie?” she asked.
“Yeah, your swimsuit, sweetheart. I’m not putting you in diapers right now, but I still want your swimsuit on over your panties.”
“But the pee still comes out all over my clothes,” she looked down.
“Yes, sweetheart, you still get everything wet if you pee, but the swimsuit is still a good idea if you end up pooping your pants, baby.”
“But… I won’t,” she mumbled.
Ralph pulled her to his lap and started to undo her skirt.
“Honey, I know you won’t if you can help and control it. I’m not going to ask you to do that on purpose, either. But think about our situation just a few minutes ago before we got here. If we were like ten or twenty minutes later before finding the toilet, would you have been able to stop yourself pooping your pants, honey?”
She blushed, and then shook her head. She wasn’t sure, but even if she said she could, he would likely just say well, how about half an hour an hour. She was sure he was trying to convince her that she could poop her pants if they don’t find a toilet in a while, and she really had to go, so she just went along with what he was saying.
“With your onesie in place, I’m pretty sure the poop will basically stay in your panties and not go all over the seat, sweetheart. That’s why I want you to wear it.”
Breanna nodded as he got her skirt off and then he started to take her shirt off of her. She let him. She even helped him by moving her arms so he could do it. He was just treating her like a baby, nothing more.
Once she had her swimsuit/onesie on and dressed again in her shirt and overall-style skirt, Ralph took her wet cushion from the front seat and pulled out a second cushion for her to sit on and then helped her into the front seat handing her her Guadeloupe doll and her DS game.
Breanna smiled up at him as he closed her door, and they were back on the road, but this time, looking for a motel or restaurant to eat dinner and spend the night again.
They stopped at a McDonalds, and Ralph took her to sit at a table.
“Wait right here,” he told her. “Unless you want to go into the men’s with Uncle Ralph. Don’t you move because I want you to be safe, and while there are not as many coyotes out this way, there are still bad people that can take a little girl if they think they can get away with it, and if you accidentally tell them you are a young lady, and they are a coyote, they will do worse.”
Breanna nodded.
When Ralph came back, he took her to the front with him, and he picked her up, just like she was a little girl again, and he put her on the counter.
“Point at what you want, sweetheart,” he told her.
“Your daughter is too big to be sitting on the counter like that,” one of the restaurant employees told Ralph.
“She’s my niece, and she needs to see the menu,” he told the young woman. “Her eyes are not that good, and we broke her glasses by mistake last night, so unless you want to come around her and hold her up until she decides what she wants….”
The woman sighed and shook her head. “Fine. Just, what do you want, little girl?”
Breanna looked up at Ralph, and he smiled and pointed out the happy meal menus to her.
Breanna nodded and looked those over, and then she looked up at Uncle Ralph. “I want the nugget one.”
“Good girl,” Ralph said. “And what do you want to drink, baby?”
“Orange soda?”
“Okay, let’s get you down before the McDonalds staff have a heart attack, okay?”
Breanna nodded. She put her thumb in her mouth as Uncle Ralph picked her up and put her on her feet. Then he ordered what he wanted along with extra apple pies and a strawberry shake. Then she helped him carry their order to the table when it was ready.
“Why you tell that lady I wear glasses and need to see the menu?” Breanna whispered.
“Because I wanted my little niece to behave like a nine year old, and she was getting in the way of that. I was trying to shame her for treating a little girl like she was doing to you.”
“Oh.”
“Honey, people need to learn to be nicer to people, because they don’t always know why someone needs to do something like put a child on the counter for a minute, or why a little thirteen year old might come in the restaurant already in pooped in pants, going for the bathroom, or whatever. People need to try to be more understanding of others because everyone has problems, sweetheart.”
Breanna nodded.
“Now, if she had been a little nicer to you about it, and asked in the first place, keeping in mind you are supposed to be nine years old, or at least a child, and spoken to you like a child that just didn’t know the rules, then I wouldn’t have lied and tried to embarrass her like that. If she had asked me if there was a special reason you needed to be on the counter, or she had told me politely that she was sorry, but the store’s policy is that children shouldn’t sit there because of whatever health code or whatever, and she was respectful, I would have apologized because I would have been in the wrong for not asking before putting you up there.”
Breanna nodded.
“But you were in the wrong, first, and I was, because I sat up there without asking.”
“Yes, honey, Uncle Ralph was wrong first, but not little Breanna. Nine year old Breanna was put on the counter against her will, or without her even thinking about what Uncle Ralph was doing, so the lady had no reason to snap at you the way she did, which by the way, would make a lot of nine year olds cry.”
“Oh, was I supposed to cry? I’m sorry.”
“No, baby. You don’t have to cry every time someone is mean to you. I’m just pointing it out to you, so that when you really do feel like a nine year old, I won’t be surprised or be upset if you cry because someone hurts your feelings.”
Breanna nodded.
Breanna started eating.
Uncle Ralph passed her an extra cheese burger that he ordered on the side for her knowing a kid’s meal could not possibly be enough to feed an adult with. He also passed her an apple pie and the strawberry shake.
“I don’t know what Uncle Jorge would have done with a nine year old,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph. “But I remember, one time, I think I was thirteen years old, and I started to cry because someone yelled at me at the restaurant for wetting my pants in my seat….”
Breanna sniffled.
“I know I shouldn’t have wet, at thirteen years old, but I was scared to ask my uncle, and it felt like the whole room would hear if he asked me why I was asking such rude and gross things while people were eating, so I tried to hold it…. But I wet.”
She sighed.
“Uncle Jorge heard someone ask if I had a mental problem or something, which made me start to cry, partly because that would alert Uncle Jorge to punish me, and partly because I was embarrassed someone saw me pee my pants….”
Ralph frowned and reached a hand over to take Breanna’s hand, his strong fingers flexing her hand letting her know he was emotionally right there with her.
“Uncle Jorge shook his head. ‘She’s just a stupid teenager that likes to rebel anyway she can,’ he would say. ‘She just likes to pee her pants to try to embarrass us when we are out.”
Ralph rubbed her fingers in his hand.
“Uncle Jorge was wrong, baby. I know that. I don’t care if you are nine years old, eleven years old, thirteen, or even nineteen. If something causes you that much embarrassment, of course you’re allowed to cry, sweetheart. And Uncle Ralph will be right here to pick you up and rock you and do whatever I can to calm you down and to try to let you know that it was not the end of the world. We all get embarrassed sometimes.”
The lady that took their order was later seen cleaning the tables, and she stopped by the two for a minute, and she leaned down by the little girl.
“I’m sorry I embarrassed you about your eyesight, sweetie. I should have asked. We do have menus that we can sometimes give customers so they can see better when they are too short to see the counter, and their vision isn’t good enough to see the menu overhead. I’m really sorry, little one.”
She looked up at Ralph.
“You are right, I should have asked,” she told Ralph. “It’s just I’ve had a hard day… and it’s no excuse, but someone put a bigger kid on the counter a little while before you came in, and that kid kept reaching over and trying to get into stuff, even trying to push the buttons on my register.”
Ralph frowned.
“My brother did a good job of teaching her not to touch something she shouldn’t,” he told the waitress. “But I was wrong, too. I should have asked before I just put her up there like that. I wasn’t thinking either because to tell the truth, she needs the comfort of seeing my face a lot right now.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, she was nearly kidnapped, and so even when she’s not scared and pulling at me to pick her up so she can see my face and know she’s safe, I’m scared of letter her out of my sight.”
“That poor little girl! Well, anyway, will you take these gift certificates as an apology offering for my actions earlier?”
“Thank you. It’s not necessary though because I was wrong, too.”
“You are very kind sir, but I already paid for them. So please?”
Ralph nodded and took the certificates. “Thank you, ma’am.”
The lady then went off to start cleaning again.
“I feel bad for her,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph. “She was just trying to do her job, and it sounds like she’s had a really bad day.”
“Yeah, but don’t think too much about it, sweetheart. She will be okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, honey.”
After a meal at McDonalds, they soon found a motel, and Uncle Ralph took his little pretend niece into the bathroom, and stood her in front of the toilet.
“Why don’t you try to pee again, baby?”
Breanna looked down.
“I mean, I’ll leave the bathroom, and you can take all your clothes off, and sit on the potty and try to go, then in about ten minutes, that should be enough time for you to try, I’ll come back in, so you should have your shirt and your panties back on before I get back in, and I’ll start you a bath.”
Breanna frowned.
“You can stay,” she blushed. “You’re just being my uncle and getting me a bath ready and telling a nine year old girl that keeps wetting her pants to try to go in the potty. I don’t think it’s bad if you see me pee if you are treating me like I’m kind of a baby nine year old that keeps wetting my pants.”
He smiled at her.
“Are you sure, honey? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Like Uncle Jorge did?” she asked sourly. “He made me sit on the potty and to hold it for a long time when he punished me until I had an accident, and then he yelled at me some more, and then he pulled my clothes off of me anyway, and told me to sit in the tub while he started the water for it.”
Ralph shook his head. “I’m sorry he did that to you, honey.”
“I’m just saying,” Breanna frowned up at Ralph. “You’re nothing like that. You are caring and you take care of me, even if I accidentally wet my pants, and you even still give me privacy if I want it, unless it’s hard to do because of you wanting to protect me in public places.”
Ralph nodded.
“You treat me like I’m a real little kid who really acts like a baby, so I really don’t mind, Uncle Ralph.”
She started to undress.
“You can do what you want. You can start the bath or leave the bathroom, or whatever you want. I trust you, so even if you leave the bathroom, unless you yell at me and tell me to put on my clothes after I pee, I’m just going to wait for you naked anyway, cause that’s what a nine year old who trusts her family member who is trying to help her get a bath would do.”
Ralph shook his head. “Okay, honey, if you’re sure about that, then I’ll go ahead and start your bath.”
He turned his back to her to start working on the tub, and Breanna took off her clothes completely because of the swimsuit, and she sat on the toilet. She couldn’t pee because she had already gone not long before, but Uncle Ralph told her to try, and she did promise Uncle Ralph she would do whatever he told her to do without question.
Honestly, Breanna liked Ralph being in there while she tried to pee. If she were alone, she knew she’d start thinking about what Jorge would have done, but every time her mind started to compare what Ralph and Jorge would do, Ralph said something.
“Breanna, do you want to wear jeans or a skirt tomorrow?” he asked her.
“A skirt?”
“Breanna, you know it’s okay to wet the bed, don’t you? I won’t tell you to do it now that we are sort of off the main coyote trail, but if you did continue to wet your bed at night, even though we are safe, you’ll be more used to being a nine year old than just pretending to be one, honey.”
Breanna nodded.
“Breanna, sweetie? You don’t have to, but do you think Uncle Ralph is mean for kind of wanting you to wet the bed at night?”
“No. I’m relieved that you don’t mind, because that means if I leak in my panties, you won’t care.”
“Well, I will care, but not be mad. I will care if you are upset about it, and I’ll baby you even if you just leak a little in your panties, honey.”
“That’s what I mean.”
“Breanna, your bath is ready, sweetheart. Did you pee in the potty?”
“No sir. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel anything.”
“It’s okay, baby. Let’s just get you in the bath.”
“Uncle Ralph, can you stay with me while I get a bath?”
“Are you scared, honey?”
“Not exactly, but….”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can tell Uncle Ralph. I won’t be mad or laugh at you or in anyway, be mean on purpose, sweetheart.”
“It’s that when you’re talking to me, and you are in front of me, Uncle Jorge’s visions are not as strong. I keep remembering him when I’m sleeping or when I’m alone, and the visions keep making me feel….”
“…Bad about yourself?”
Breanna nodded.
“Sure, I’ll stay, baby. I knew that guy was having more influence on you than you tried to let on at first.”
Breanna nodded and smiled. “I wish you were really my uncle,” she told him. “I would have loved to live with you rather than Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen.”
“Well, they were not your real aunt or uncle either,” Ralph told her. “They bought you, illegally.”
“I know. I remember you said, they wanted to use me to get to America, but their coyote messed up, and they got stuck with me without any papers.”
“That’s right, baby.”
Ralph started to wash her back. Breanna had not said one way or another if he could do that, but she just accepted his help without thinking about it. He had washed her before, and he kept changing her pants, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to him doing stuff like this by now.
“You know,” Breanna said as she washed her chest and around her arms. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to be your eleven year old daughter at first. I didn’t like the idea of being a kid again, especially when you made me wet my pants on purpose, and you put me in diapers….”
There was a moment of silence.
“But after everything that has happened, and the way you take care of me, I would not mind being your nine year old daughter at all. I like being your nine year old niece all the time, and knowing you are always there to protect me and to help me when I get upset and crying.”
Ralph smiled and hugged her towards him.
“I’m glad you don’t mind being my little nine year old niece,” he told her. “Of all the girls I’ve helped get back to America, there is something about you, that I have never felt about the other girls before.”
“Not like you want to have sex or date me?” Breanna looked up at him.
“No, sweetheart. Like I want to take you home with me, and continue to treat you like my little baby daughter. I know I can’t because you have your real family waiting for you. But I have never felt like I wanted someone to be my little child before. Everyone else was just a job.”
Breanna smiled. “I’d let you take me home with you if my daddy wasn’t still looking for me.”
Ralph nodded. “Well, your family is looking for you, so we only have each other until I get you safely across the border. We will miss each other, probably, but you’ll be better off with your real family, and anyway, my dangerous job would get in the way of me taking proper care of you.”
Breanna nodded.
“Well, we have until you get me across the border, so you just tell me what you want your baby daughter to do, and I’ll try to be a good baby daughter for you until you get me there. You can be daddy instead of Uncle Ralph. I think I’d like that more, because of you always helping me with bathing and changing my wet pants, and stuff.”
Ralph smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I will be your little baby girl. I will wet my pants all the time, cause you like taking care of me when I wet, don’t you?”
Ralph’s face blushed. “I like taking care of you, sweetheart, but I also like you being happy. I can’t imagine a little nine year old is happy always wetting her pants.”
“I keep having accidents anyway,” Breanna reminded him.
“Yes, baby. And I love helping you with your accidents. I just don’t want to make my little baby nine year old upset, feeling like she has to pee her pants on purpose. Nine year old kids don’t do that, and sweetie, you don’t really like wetting, do you?”
Breanna shook her head.
“Then you just wet if I tell you it’s too dangerous to let you go, or you have an accident. That’s all I really need, is permission to help you like your daddy. That will make me happy, baby.”
“Okay.”
“And you don’t mind playing with your dollies?”
“Actually, I kind of like playing with my dolly, but I… I wonder if I’m doing it right.”
“You’re doing just fine, honey. If the doll is comforting to you, or you are having fun with it, or you feel good about interacting with it, then you are playing with it the way a nine year old does.”
Breanna nodded.
He prodded her to stand up while he cleaned up her bottom, and she stood still a moment so he could wash it for her.
“I’m sorry, I should probably let you do this, but I’m worried you might not get it clean. You need more help as a nine year old, and with all these accidents, I’m not sure you’re really cleaning your bottom up that good.”
Breanna nodded. “I don’t mind, daddy.” |
Hello all, I’m back once again. Today is Wednesday, and before each day I’ll recap what has happened previously.
Monday: Elena after her first bed wetting accident in years, loses her job after her and her friend Susie wet themselves in the boardroom. The two afterwards set off to find something to do after their firing.
Tuesday: After another bed wetting accident, Elena was invited to join her friend Susie at the park. After “getting lost” Elena and Susie both end up wetting off the path. Elena was left wondering if they really got lost or if this was planned by Susie.
Wednesday:
“Alright class, today is testing day, so that means we will be operating on lockdown procedures, so that means no leaving the room for any reason. You may now begin your test.”’
Elena looked around, she was in a classroom. This classroom looked all too familiar, it was her high school advisory room. That must have meant that Susie was there too. She looked around for her, but couldn’t see her. Everyone else was there though.
She looked at her paper, which was this foot thick (or around 30.48 cm long) stack of papers. She never really recalled testing being this long. Elena looked up at the board. The test was 8 hours long. How is this even possible? Where is Susie? What test even is this? I gotta ask the teacher.
She approached the teacher who gave her a nasty look as of realization that she was clueless of the scenario. The teacher briefly explained that this was a test that would be sent to vast colleges around the country if she did well enough.
”Where is Susie? Shouldn’t she be taking this test too?”
The teacher shook her head, “Susie, she was a disappointment to this here school. She was expelled last year due to her disgracing said school by wetting herself in the middle of testing. Oh, and by the way, if you think that you wouldn’t suffer the same fate, think again.”
Elena at that moment felt a pit in her stomach. It felt as if at that moment pee pooled into her bladder and made its weight double. Eight hours of testing . She was going to wet herself for sure.
…
Page after page, number after number, the pressure just kept applying itself to Elena’s poor bladder. Elena was very well known to wetting herself in high school, as she had done it 7 times in just her freshman year alone. She looked up at the clock, thirty minutes had passed. She contemplated trying to somehow search deep down in herself for a miracle, but knew better and considered her two options.
Option one was pretty simple. She could just go right in her seat and hope nobody noticed until the end of the test. The only downside was that she was sitting right next to someone and they would for sure hear.
Her other option was the long shot. She could try and convince her teacher to unlock the door and let her go to the bathroom.
She decided that before doing option one, she might as well try option two. She already was full enough that she had to hobble over to the teacher whilst doing a dance. The teacher already knew, “if you’re going to try asking to get out of here, I’m afraid to say there’s no chance.” Elena sighed and started to move back to her desk, “however, I do have this.” She pulled out what looked to be just a normal everyday pull up diaper. “If you want to use this, I will allow it. Just don’t overflow it.” Elena snatched it from her and made her way back to her desk.
She knew she had to change out of her pants and underwear in front of the class but didn’t really care at that moment. Once on Elena fastened up her jeans and just started peeing in her laid down position without hesitation. The relief wasn’t long lasted though, as she felt pee pool onto her butt and soak into the carpet. Her heart dropped. The pull up wasn’t even close to able to withstand a full on torrent of teenager pee, and she knew it.
Once visible to everyone else she heard the chitter chatter pick up around her. The teacher approached her. “Come with me.”
…
Elena woke up again and already felt the difference in her bed. This was now the third time in three days. She chuckled, at least she had wet the other side of her queen size bed, now it all looked the same color. It was now time to wash it.
Moving towards the washer with her soaked bedsheets, Elena felt her phone buzz. It was Susie again.
Susie: Hey girl, I wanna drive you out to see some people.
Elena knew this probably meant another chance for a new job, which was definitely needed for her.
Elena: Alright, that sounds fun.
Susie: Alright, see ya at 9 ❤️
…
Elena saw Susie’s car approach her driveway. Susie popped her head out of the window and smiled at her friend. She gave a loud honk of her horn. “You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” The drive was a long one, but having Susie there was all the difference for Elena. Her bond with Susie had felt like it improved tenfold ever since they were both fired. There was just something about the familiarity the two had with each other. Elena really felt she had something special with Susie.
“We’re here.” Susie pulled into a parking lot of a small building. The exterior was colored yellow, which was quite irregular. The place was called “The Model”. “Let’s go in, they’re expecting us.”
Once in the building a man in a white lab coat approached the two women. “Welcome to The Model, here, please take our complementary beverages, on the house.” The man smiled a big fat grin. He had angelic white teeth.
Susie gave him a smile, “hey Rodger, this is my friend Elena, she just got fired from her recent job, and I just wanted you to present her with your best product. Oh, also, I’m thinking about applying at the end of the week.”
Rodger looked thrilled. “That’s amazing Susie. Now, as for your friend,” he scoped around Elena’s body, “she looks well suited for the occupation. Say, why don’t you bring her back on Sunday and if she interested, she can have the job.
Elena’s face brightened up quickly. “That’s great! Thank you!”
“My pleasure. Enjoy the free samples.” Rodger then made his way to an albino white door and slipped inside.
Elena was thrilled as she took a look at the weird liquid she was given by Rodger when they walked in. It had a bit of purplish taint to it but otherwise just looked like water. She drank it. It was delicious. Susie quickly downed hers too, “so, shall we go home?”
…
Elena was starting to get worried. That drink somehow sent her bladder off the edge. She was doing fine when they left, but all of a sudden, she was struggling. She probably should let Susie know. “Hey Suz, I need to go pee. Can we find a place to stop?”
Susie looked at her like she was crazy, “why stop? It’s fine, I have precautions for when I need to pee and don’t want to stop.” She pointed at a glove box in between them, “open that and grab what you need.”
Elena opened the glove box. It was just full of plastic wrap. She looked over at Susie with a confused look. “So what do I do with this?”
Susie looked at her like she was a 2 year old, “just put it below your butt on the seat and then just go, that way it will save the seat.”
Elena unfastened her buckle and spread out the plastic seat around her seat. It fit perfectly. She then realized there was no time to question as the pain was quickly growing. Once set Elena felt her bladder release before she could even let go. Pee poured out into her jeans and onto the plastic below her. The seat below the plastic never got soaked, but her jeans did. Once finished Elena didn’t feel any embarrassment or disgust. She felt happiness and excitement.
She then heard Susie’s voice, “hey, could you give me one of those sheets?”
Thanks for reading! If you ever feel like I’m doing a poor job or wanna recommend anything just let me know. I read the comments I get on my stories and love to read every single one of them.
Edited June 23, 2021 by Redboi
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Lauren did not enjoy her job. One day, she told herself, she’d graduate college, get out of here and do something actually worthwhile. But until then, she had to repeat chirpy “hello there sir, how can I help you?”s and “thank you for calling Duffield Property Management, this is Lauren speaking”s over and over in mind-numbing boredom.
At least this place had free coffee. After a while, drinking coffee became one of the only thing to do, so she inevitably ended up downing mug after mug of the stuff.
As always, her day was horrendously uneventful. Everything was fine. She answered her phone calls and emails, signed clients in and out, and waited for the day to be over. It was remarkable how a job could be both so incredibly boring and not allow her even five minutes for a break without a phone ringing or a client appearing on the other side of her desk.
By two o’clock, her multiple cups of coffee were really starting to catch up with her. She bounced her thigh impatiently as she finished signing off her email, resolving to go and deal with her now pretty urgent need before anything else, clients be damned.
But just as she was about to get up and go, the phone rang. Damn it. And of course, Leanne chose that moment to come out of her office, and Lauren knew she’d be mad if she saw her ignoring a phone call. So she picked it up and recited her script in her most perky phone voice.
“Thank you for calling Duffield Property Management, this is Lauren speaking.” And please make it quick, she added in her head.
But of course, it wasn’t quick. The man on the other end of the phone droned on and on and on before he even got to the problem, and the more he talked, the more Lauren found herself fighting not to zone out. But he was getting increasingly more frustrated and angry as his story continued, and it was all Lauren could do not to interrupt and tell him to get to the point. The quicker this was over, the quicker her rapidly filling bladder would be empty again. She crossed her legs and tapped her fingers against her desk, waiting for him to finally stop.
“That does sound frustrating, sir. I’m very sorry to hear that your experience hasn’t been up to our usual standards.”
“It hasn’t, and you’re going to do something about it! Nearly two fucking weeks we’ve had a broken elevator in this building, and my office is on the fifth floor! Five flights of stairs a day that is!”
“Of course, sir. May I just put you on hold while I investigate the situation?” And by investigate the situation, she meant run to the bathroom and pee.
“No you may not! There’s fuck all to investigate! I’m not getting fobbed off again only for you lot not to bother with us! No, I’m not going anywhere until this is sorted! You know what we’ve been dealing with here?” And he was off again. Lauren groaned internally and reached under her desk, giving her crotch a quick squeeze. It didn’t matter how long he spent talking. She would not let a single drop out.
If only the phones were wireless, then she could sneak it into the bathroom and mute her mic while she emptied herself. This man talked so much, he probably wouldn’t even notice.
But it wasn’t and she couldn’t. She could only try and calm this man down enough to fix his problem while ignoring her own: she really had to pee now. Too much caffeine had her practically vibrating with what felt like oceans worth of burning hot piss sloshing around inside her.
Holding the phone between her ear and her shoulder, Lauren kept her hand up her skirt in a vice like grip. Thankfully, the desk would shield her from view should anyone walk past her, and her frustrated face could easily be taken as difficulty with problem-solving and not piss-holding. By the time she had enough information to get an engineer sent out, she was bouncing in her seat and trying desperately not to leak. She glanced at the clock; she had been on the phone for thirty two minutes and hadn’t been to the bathroom for just over seven hours. No wonder she was squirming. At least she had to be nearly done here, just minutes away from sitting herself down on a porcelain throne and spraying like a firehose.
But of course, it couldn’t be that easy. Her ‘valued customer’ still had more to say, and there was no way she’d keep her job if she mentioned that she was dying for a piss on a recorded phone call, especially one with a man so capable of complaining. But she couldn’t stop herself from interrupting his lecture with a small gasp when the first drip forced its way past her clenched sphincter. It was just a single droplet, but she felt her panic rise inside her like a tide - oh god, don’t think liquid - and writhed in her seat as she put her all into holding the rest of her piss inside her, squeezing her pussy. She had to go and she had to go now.
“I beg your pardon?” the customer said indignantly.
“My apologies, sir. Someone in the office just startled me. Please continue.” God, she wished she hadn’t said that. Both he and her bladder took the invitation gladly, although this time, she remained silent as her panties started to dampen again against her hand. She held herself as tightly as she could, willing herself to keep her seat dry. Peeing herself at all would be horrifically embarrassing but peeing herself at work? That was on another level entirely.
“Mm-hmm. Of course, sir,” she said as she squirmed, her desperation increasingly becoming impossible to manage. The dampness against her pussy from her leaks was torment, the rest of her piss begging to come out too.
Another spurt, and she mouthed swear words to herself as she rocked back and forth, praying for him to finish speaking and for her pee hole to stay closed until she could make it to the toilet.
Her prayers went unanswered. She stood up, pretzelling her legs together in an attempt to hold it all in, but it took under a minute for a few drops to snake their way past her wet panties and down her legs. She trembled, looking around frantically. There was nothing for her to piss on or into, no escape. In sheer panic, she grabbed the phone wire and pulled it out, cutting off the call, then grabbed herself with both hands. Her grip was strong, but her need was stronger.
She couldn’t hold it. She was seconds away from pissing herself for the second time that day. The battle between her brain and her bladder was about to be lost. A few seconds worth of pee spurted out from the crotch of her panties, hitting the carpet beneath her and leaving a tiny wet spot that - if she didn’t do something - was about to get much, much bigger. Then her eyes fell on her trash can. It was small and lined with a plastic bag, but it would be easier to hide than if she pissed directly onto the carpet.
At the same moment she let go of her crotch to grab it, the floodgates opened. In a panic, she spread her legs and placed the little basket between them, pissing directly through her panties. They were a lost cause, but at least she could save the carpet if she aimed well enough. The sound of piss on plastic must have been audible throughout the entire building, even with the fabric barrier softening the hissing.
She could only hope that no one would walk in and catch her in the act, peeing full force and fully clothed behind her desk. But the sheer relief of letting out streams of hot piss outweighed any fear or shame or disgust she could possibly have felt. Lauren’s bladder sang in near orgasmic bliss as she let it finally relax. She pissed for well over a minute, filling up her trash can past the halfway mark, before she finally sank back down onto her chair. There were a few spots on the carpet around the bin, but she had avoided ruining it completely. But she realised as she sat that she had wrecked her clothes. They stuck to her skin, rapidly cooling, and she cursed herself internally for not getting them out of the way in time.
Wrinkling her nose, she took off her shoes and tipped them out into the rest of her pee, then slipped out of her panties. They were soaked, past the point of saving them, dripping even now. So she did the only thing she could think to do and threw them into the trash can with all of her piss. Her skirt would survive, especially since it was black and would hide the stains, but it looked like she’d be going commando for the rest of the day.
At least she didn’t have to go pee anymore. She plugged her phone back in, ready to answer any angry calls with the patience of a saint.
“I’m so sorry sir, it seems we had a momentary technical error with our phone line.” |
Hello all once again and happy Thursday. We are halfway through the week now and as we approach the weekend Elena is starting to learn some new things about her friend Susie. Her carefree nature was previously undiscovered and suspicion has arisen from Elena as she progresses through this week. Before we start though, a recap of the previous three days.
Monday: Elena experiences her first bedwetting since she was a teenager. After hours of being in a conference room with no restroom, Elena and her friend Susie end up wetting themselves during the meeting. They then get fired minutes after.
Tuesday: Elena experiences a second bedwetting in two days. Upon waking up she gets a text from Susie to meet in the park. When the two hike a trail they get lost and Susie tickles Elena until she wets herself. In the end Elena wasn’t sure if they got lost at all.
Wednesday: Elena has another bedwetting for the third straight night. Susie asks her to go with her to a company called The Model. Once entering, the two are offered a drink and Elena is given the proposition to take an occupation there. She’s given the opportunity to wait out the week to see, but for the meantime she has a full supply of this weird purplish liquid. When venturing back Elena asks Susie to stop the car so that she can go to the bathroom, but instead Susie gives her a plastic covering to wet on the seat instead. Susie says that “it always kept her prepared”.
Thursday:
“A reading, from the book of John.”
”Glory to you oh lord.”
Elena was sat in a pew. In front of her were some priests and the bishop. Apparently she was at a very important church service. Her parents were with her too. Elena was dressed in a beautiful black skirt with purple leggings and she felt her hair tied back in a pony tail.
The bishop went up to the altar, “welcome to confirmation my young children, before we start I would like to say a few words.” Elena felt a big bulge in her bladder. This wasn’t a good time to leave the church. She would have to just wait.
Hours passed, still nothing. The pain in Elena’s bladder was worse then anything ever previously imagined. Then, the priest made his way towards the pews. Confirmation had begun.
As children went up to get confirmed, Elena felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Susie. “It’s time to go.” She gestures towards the priest. Elena shivered, this was her own confirmation.
As the line grew thinner, so did Elena’s bladder. She knew any moment she would be in a puddle of her own pee, but not now, not in front of the bishop.
They made their way up to the priest. He was a tall man, and had to reach down to plant oil on Elena’s forehead. They began the sacred line, “Elena, be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
Elena knew the next line, “Amen.”
The bishop emphasized his next line, “Peace be with you.”
Elena didn’t know the next line, but it didn’t matter. Her bladder had given in, “I, I, can’t hold it!”
Elena crouched down and a familiar gushing sound came from under her skirt. A loud gasp erupted from the audience. Elena looked up at the bishop, he looked furious. He looked back at his priests and pointed at her puddle. Elena decided to look too, it was just a normal puddle after al-. The puddle was not of pee but of blood.
The bishop looked at her face once again. “You foul devil, tarnishing the holy reputation of this church with your vile blood. Seize her!” Elena felt two men grab her and lead her away whilst trying to wiggle free. It was too late, she was done for.
…
Elena opened her eyes, she was in her room. It was all another bad nightmare. This probably means she probably had wet the bed again. The fresh feeling of warm wet sheets confirmed her suspicion. Elena really didn’t mind the wet sheets anymore, it was just the new norm for her at this point.
She rolled out of bed and felt her pajamas. The whole back of them was soaked, but the front hadn’t experienced that much damage. Elena while standing up felt the strong urge to pee again, so this time instead of running to her toilet, she ran to her shower and peed there. She wasn’t willing to admit it to anyone, but the feeling of peeing herself was actually pretty enjoyable.
Her phone buzzed again.
Susie: Hey cutie, ya wanna go clothes shopping xx?
Elena: I do need some new clothes.
Susie: Ok, I’ll see you there xx.
Susie was such a personality. Elena loved talking with her so much. Susie was the closest she could ever think to a best friend. What if they could be more though?
…
”So, what do you think really makes my ass pop out?”
”Susie! You can’t say that in the store.”
Susie looked over at her, “sorry,” she chuckled. She gestured over to a nice formal uniform. “That looks like it would fit you perfectly. Why don’t you go and try it on?”
Elena nodded and headed towards the fitting room. While entering she felt her bladder cry out to her for some relief, but she decided it probably wouldn’t take long to fit herself in this and then get out.
She was wrong.
…
Elena swayed around in the uniform. It felt nice, but it put a lot of strain on her crotch. She didn’t like that at that moment.
Susie seemed very attached to the uniform, “you look so hot. We are getting that for sure.”
“Alright, I’m going to get out of this and we can go.” Elena fondled around with the belt, it wouldn’t come off. She sighed, “you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Susie overheard from the other side of the wall and opened the door, “what is it?”
”I can’t unfasten this belt and I really have to pee.”
Susie looked at her with concerned eyes, “you really just don’t have the best luck with your bladder, do you.” Susie would know, as no one had seen Elena wet herself more times than Susie. Now that Elena had put more thought into her memories, she never really could recall a time when Susie wasn’t there when she wet herself.
She looked at Susie, “could you help me get this off?”
Susie tried everything she could with pulling it and pushing it, but it would not budge one bit. It looked like all hope was lost. “Can you make it any longer?”
Elena knew what the correct answer probably was, so she shook her head no.
Susie blushed a bit, “then you might as well do it here I guess.”
Elena nodded, “ok, I’m going to let go now.”
The pee took a while to get going this time since it was a tight suit but once it started flowing there was no stopping it. Once again Elena expected to be welled up in tears, but the tears never came. Excitement and thrill replaced it, and a rush of adrenaline fell down her spine. Why do I always pee myself in front of Susie? She doesn’t seem to care at all, but is this an omen or is this fate?
The two continued to stand in place a few seconds after Elena had finished, but then Susie went up to her and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s ok,” she whispered, “I’ll go get someone to clean this up.” Once slipping through the door Elena found herself alone in a puddle once again. She pulled at her belt once more, it found it’s way off her waist. What a hell of a Thursday. |
I've been really enjoying Resident Evil games lately and thought I'd try my hand at reimagining the opening scenes of Claire's story from RE2 Remake. I might've gotten a bit carried away with this one; it wound up being 18 pages in my word processor 😅 I hope you enjoy it all the same though! I thought this could be an interesting way to try a "horror omorashi" story, so I wanted to see what I could do with it. I think the settings could have been described a bit more in detail to paint a more clear picture, but with the length this story already was I opted not to do it this time. Besides, the omorashi part of the story is the more important thing here than the horror elements, right??
Disclaimer: For those who don't know Resident Evil (and those who do), this story depicts zombies through some graphic depictions of their appearance and some graphic descriptions of their actions. Part of the fun of writing to me is painting vivid pictures that engross every sense, so there is a bit of somewhat-disturbing imagery once in a while, though it of course isn't the main focus. Please feel free to skip if that isn't your thing, and otherwise, please enjoy!
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Outbreak Panic
It was dark. Extremely dark. Frigid rain spattered off her helmet relentlessly as her motorcycle sped down the deserted highway. The only light that pierced the blanket of night was the bright headlamp she had on the front of her bike. An uneasiness had filled her chest for weeks and as she rode ever-towards Raccoon City the feeling began to morph into an uncomfortable anxiety.
She was, of course, Claire Redfield, and for a month she hadn’t heard from her brother Chris. The last thing she’d known, he and the special team he was a part of at the Raccoon Police Department had been dispatched to find their missing comrades. Since she hadn’t heard from her brother following that mission and no one seemed be able to shed any light on the situation, Claire had taken it upon herself to travel the several hundred miles to her brother’s home town and make sure the bonehead was okay.
At last, she spied a gas station up ahead, a beacon of civilization in the otherwise barren wasteland of the American Midwest. The only thing there ever was to see in this goddamn place are the Arklays. Why did people come here and stay? Truth be told, Claire was honestly quite glad to see the lone outpost on the long road to nowhere. Her clothes soaked through and needed drying, her legs were stiff and needed stretching, and her bladder was full and needed emptying.
It had been a long day of traveling. The last time she had stopped had been for dinner five hours ago. The water she’d had with her cheeseburger had taken a little while to catch up with her, but for the last little while, the rain pelting her skin, splashing on the road around her, trickling down her hands and cheeks, had reminded her of her steadily filling bladder. She’d spent the better part of the last hour actively looking for a place to stop and relieve herself. But while this gas station was at least somewhere she could do just that, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect of using any restroom at a run-down dump like this. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers, I guess. And I don’t really have the luxury of waiting till the city I don’t think…
As Claire pulled beneath the overhang that shielded the gas pumps from the sky above, she relished the feeling of the freezing rain disappearing at last. It had been hours, and while she had her red leather jacket to protect her from some of the rain, her jeans were more than soaked. Blessedly it was only with rainwater. Stepping on the kickstand, she took her helmet off, shaking her head and running her hands through her untied hair. Glancing around, she was a bit surprised to see the store dark, but then again, it was possible the windows were just tinted. The lights were on outside at any rate, they should be open.
She grabbed a nearby pump and began filling up her bike, glancing around the front of the gas station as she did so. She noticed an empty police car with the driver’s side door standing wide open, though the engine was running idly. That’s odd. Maybe there was a disturbance inside. Or a suspect went fleeing on foot and the officer chased them? Finishing her scan of the lot, her eyes fell on a payphone tucked neatly into an old phone booth
The letter her best friend and roommate Sarah had left in her bag suddenly played through her mind: “Just promise you’ll call when you get to Raccoon City. Don’t leave your bestest best friend hanging, OK!?.” Claire smiled and walked towards the booth first, assessing her still-growing need to pee. Her bladder wasn’t so full she needed to hurry to the restroom right this moment; she could wait a bit longer, plus a phone call would make Sarah feel much more at ease.
Glancing at her watch, Claire noted that it was almost 10pm. She should still be awake. Grabbing the phone and dialing her roommate, she waited impatiently as the phone rang several times. The rain pattering the glass of the phone booth and splashing relentlessly on the asphalt nearby was causing her bladder to pulse angrily. Relax, I know. We’ll pee in a few minutes, okay? It’s just inside this building.
Finally, Sarah answered the phone, some loud music playing in the background. “Hello?” she called over the noise. Claire smiled imagining her best friend dancing around with reckless abandon while she had the place to herself.
“Sarah, it’s Claire!”
“Oh! Hang on!” The unmistakable sound of the receiver being placed on the desk sounded in Claire’s ear as she heard hurried footsteps. A moment later, the music disappeared and the footsteps rushed back to the phone.
“Hey girly! How’s the trip?” Sarah was in high spirits. Claire, however, wasn’t as chipper.
“I hate this fucking place. It’s in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It’s raining and I’m soaked and freezing and I’ve had to pee pretty bad for more than an hour now.”
“Jeez, sounds like you’re living the high life out there in the boonies. Are you at your hotel then?”
“No, I stopped at a gas station about thirty minutes outside of town. I could stand to top off the bike for the last little leg of the trip, but honestly I needed to stop for the restroom more than the gas.”
“Well I’m glad you’re close now. When you find that brother of yours, give him hell for making you worry so much that you went through all this just to make sure he’s okay!”
Claire laughed genuinely. It always lifted her spirits to talk to Sarah like this. “I will! He better make this up to me!”
Sarah chuckled in turn. “All right girly, I know you have to pee so I’ll let you go. You be careful out there all right? It’s not safe for a hot, young college girl like you to travel alone.” There was a hint of playful teasing at the end there, but Claire knew Sarah well enough to know she was genuinely concerned too.
“I promise I’ll be safe, Chris taught me how to take care of myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, but that doesn’t make you invincible Claire. You still have your gun right?”
“Always.”
“Good. Just keep it handy in case any perverts or assholes try anything. A dead shot like you isn’t someone they want to cross.”
“I’ll keep it on me, and I’ll call you tomorrow when I find Chris.”
“I’ll be waiting! Be safe, talk to you tomorrow!”
“Goodnight!”
Claire hung up the receiver and sighed a bit to herself, a derisive smile spreading across her face. Why does everyone think I’m gonna get into trouble? As she exited the phone booth, her bladder pulsed noticeably again. Okay, time to find the restroom, this is getting pre-ty bad. Before she could take another step, however, she heard the sound of shattering glass from inside the gas station convenience store. Concerned that someone inside might have injured themselves, she approached the door and called out to whoever was inside: “Hello? Everything okay in there?”
There was no answer so Claire eased the front door open only to discover that the windows were, in fact, not tinted whatsoever. The lights were out and the shop looked as if it were in some state of disarray. Had there been a struggle here after all? Maybe the police had come to break it up; that would explain the abandoned police cruiser outside. She saw a flashlight lying on the floor in front of her, recently abandoned since the light was still on, and knelt down to pick it up, an uncomfortable pain emanating from where her belt dug into her bladder. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, though. Something felt…off…
Lifting the flashlight into her left hand, she walked cautiously among the shelves searching for anyone who might be there still. “Hello? Anyone here?” Her loud voice echoed off the walls and reverberated around the room, but still no one answered. Why wasn’t anyone answering? Rounding the corner of the display stands, she saw a police officer sitting on the ground next to the door, his left hand holding his neck to stop a severe amount of bleeding and his head drooping towards the floor. He looked like he wasn’t long for this world.
Claire hurried towards him, fear gripping her heart. Who could have done something like that and left him for dead? Were they still inside the building somewhere? “What happened?” she asked him, speaking loudly enough to try to keep him anchored in reality.
The officer didn’t raise his head nor speak. He just grunted and pointed to the door over his right shoulder with all the energy he could pull together. Someone’s still in here.
“I’ll take a look, just stay here and rest,” she tried to reassure him. He let his arm fall to the side and slumped further against the wall. She’d have to deal with this fast so she could make sure the man had the medical attention he needed. Her bladder reminded her that she needed to deal with this fast for her own sake as well, sending an angry contraction through her body that caused her to inhale sharply. Why now of all times?
Claire reached into the pack on her hip and drew a small handgun from it, making sure it was loaded before snapping the chamber back into place. Chris had given her this gun a long time ago for self-defense and she had kept it with her almost all the time when she’d gone out ever since. Crossing her flashlight hand underneath her pistol, she took a steadying breath and squeezed her thighs tightly together for a moment to give herself some relief. She’d be through this soon, it would be okay.
Easing the metal door open, Claire pointed her light down the dark hallway. Nothing but another door awaited her at the far end and she stepped forward purposefully. As she approached the next door, she heard struggling and what seemed to be growling. Hurrying the last few steps, she pushed open the door and found a second officer pinning another man against the wall.
“Is everything okay back here?”
The officer glanced over his shoulder. “Stay back ma’am, I’ll take care of this.”
But before the officer could even turn back, the man he had pinned pushed him hard away and tackled him to the ground. Though it wasn’t so much a tackle as a slow body slam of sorts. Claire watched, unsure of what to do as the officer struggled, but her uncertainty slowly turned to horror as the man on top of the officer bit into his neck violently. The officer screamed and Claire recoiled involuntarily.
“What are you doing?” Claire demanded, her voice betraying the shock and fear she felt. But he didn’t stop and began dig his teeth in deeper. The officer let out a terrible shriek as a large strip of flesh began being torn from his neck.
“Get off of him right now!” She aimed her handgun at the man attacking the officer but it was too late. He ripped the strip of flesh free and the officer fell to the ground motionless. Claire felt her stomach churn as the man looked up slowly towards her. But he wasn’t a man at all.
Its face was sickly and grey. It almost looked as if its very flesh was rotting. Its eyes were fogged over and the pupils had vanished behind a murky cloud of blue. The right side of its face was torn open and blood covered the mouth from where it had assaulted the poor officer moments before. It spoke no words but instead groaned and grunted as if it no longer possessed the ability to speak. And its sights were now set on Claire.
As the creature began to slowly rise to its feet, Claire felt an abject terror race through her body, so powerful she almost lost control of her bladder and wet herself right there. A spurt of pee shot into her panties, but muscle memory caused her to clench tightly and hold back the flood. There were much more important things to deal with right now.
She began to back away towards the door but the creature was finally on its feet and walking towards her. Except it didn’t seem to possess much in the way of motor skills anymore. It was shambling towards her at best, very slowly but with determination. Claire felt the doorway behind her and turned, running back the way she’d come. She glanced over her shoulder and noted the monster hadn’t even entered the hallway yet so she turned her attention to the door which was closed now. Giving it a hard shove gave no result and the door remained shut firmly.
“Fuck!” Claire kicked the door and yanked on the handle but still the metal frame denied her escape.
The sounds of shuffling progress and groaning caused her to turn her attention back to the hallway. The shell-of-a-man was about halfway to her now and Claire took a deep breath. Chris had never prepared her for this but he had taught her quite a bit. Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t human anymore. So Claire had little hesitation in aiming her gun again and setting her sights right on its head.
Her right index finger squeezed hard and the gun fired, the bullet landing squarely between the creature’s eyes. It stumbled backward and Claire allowed herself a moment of celebration. But that moment turned to terrified confusion as the thing took a moment to steady itself and lowered its head again. There was clearly a large bullet wound right between its eyes, but that had done nothing to take it down.
Panicking, Claire fired again. And again. And again. Finally, the monster was starting to be affected by her bullets. After the fourth shot, it fell to its knees and collapsed forward, face-first on the floor. Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Claire seized her opportunity to get out of the corner and ran past the thing on the floor. As she did so, she heard it groan and begin to move very slowly to stand again.
Fuck! I have to get out of here! Claire returned to the storeroom she’d entered before and saw that the policeman was still lying on the ground, immobile. Glancing frantically around, she saw a doorway that led out to the main floor of the store, her ticket out of this nightmare. Testing the handle, she found that it, too, was locked.
“Goddammit!” The shuffling from the hallway was getting louder and Claire reached into her bag, grabbing a few extra bullets. Panicking, she fumbled with the barrel of her weapon, finally managing to reload it entirely as the shambling monster reached the doorway and noticed her on its right.
It turned and approached her slowly but Claire ducked to the right, around the support pillar and dodging the creature for now. She hurried deeper into the storeroom. There must be a key for that door in here. Running down a narrow path between two large shelving units, she found a desk at the end. There was a map of the convenience store on it detailing what appeared to be the security camera locations and, blessedly, a silver key sparkled under the dim moonlight. Pointing her flashlight at it, the engraving on it said “storeroom.” This was what she had hoped to find.
A loud groan from behind her caused her to wheel around suddenly and her flashlight illuminated the face of the monster at the end of the narrow corridor. She was trapped again, with less room to handle it this time. Fear welled up in Claire’s heart, so great that she momentarily lost control of herself again. Another hot spurt of pee burst from her aching bladder, causing her to gasp and clamp down hard with her thighs. If she peed herself now, she might actually make the floor too slick to get away from this thing and that would be the end for her.
Steadying herself, she quelled the storm raging in her bladder and raised her fully-loaded revolver once more. Trying her best to assess the situation calmly, she remembered it had taken four of her five bullets to stun it last time. The bullets had clearly done some damage; she could see many holes in its head as it shuffled towards her. Obviously it wasn’t impervious to her weapon. It just had a constitution that limited their effectiveness. So if the head wouldn’t stun it for long, then perhaps this would.
Claire aimed her gun at the thing’s legs and fired: once into the right thigh, a second into the left shin. The creature howled and collapsed to the ground immediately. The legs were a weak point after all. Seizing the key and starting forward, she fired one more bullet into its head to stun and disorient it as she passed by. It did the trick and she slipped by undisturbed.
Rushing back to the door that led to the main floor of the convenience store again, she unlocked the door and threw it open. Finally, she was out of that miserable storeroom. But things weren’t much better outside. A crashing sound to her left startled her and another small jet of pee shot out of her against her will. Claire bent slightly at the waist and clamped off the flow again as her eyes darted towards the sound.
Another man-turned-monster was throwing itself into the shelves that separated her from it, trying to get to her and, to her horror, the policeman who had been slumped by the doorway on her way in, was on his feet again. But this time, he looked rotten and possessed, as the thing in the back room had.
“It’s like a nightmare! What is going on here?” she demanded of no one in particular, instead aiming her gun at the former police officer in front of her. She landed two well-aimed shots directly in its face and it fell over backwards, the kickback from her bullets aiding gravity enough to topple this more rotund monster.
Her gun was out of bullets now and it would take too long to reload. I’ll have to make a break for it. As she rushed down the back isle towards the toppled officer, the shelves behind her crashed down and the thing that had caused her to pee a bit before began shambling determinedly after her. She rounded the corner quickly and made her way towards the front entrance again, when another one crashed through a nearby shelving unit. The entire structure came collapsing down towards her and she rushed forward, getting a bit unbalanced but not losing her footing.
Reaching the door at last, Claire threw the entrance open only to come face to face with a young man around her age, this one with sandy hair swept to his right side, pointing a gun directly at her. Raising her hands above her head, she met his eyes and saw humanity in them. Finally, someone normal. Her thoughts were interrupted as her bladder contracted hard and she fought to hold it back once more. Trying her best not to dance and fidget on the spot, she spoke quickly.
“Don’t shoot.”
“Get down now!” he suddenly shouted.
Claire didn’t need to be told twice. She dropped to the ground immediately, her bladder decrying this action with another painful squeeze, and the young man fired his gun once, nailing the monster that had been approaching her from behind right between the eyes. The power of his handgun was much greater than Claire’s evidently as half of its head exploded on impact and it collapsed to the ground on the back and stopped moving entirely.
Claire rose to her feet immediately as her savior canvased the store and headed immediately towards the exit. “We’ve gotta get out of here, now.”
The man offered no words of resistance, instead turning and following her out the door. Letting the door fall shut behind them, he glanced as Claire out of the corner of his eye. “You alright?”
Already starting to reload her gun, Claire glanced at him and offered a smile. It wasn’t something she’d planned on doing, but rather something that happened naturally. She was just so glad to have found another person in this living hell. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks.”
A gurgling screech tore their attention away from each other and out towards the parking lot again. A horde of the monsters from inside the store were limping and dragging themselves across the asphalt towards them. Three had surrounded her bike and another fifteen or so were focused directly on them. “Holy shit,” Claire managed in an anxious whisper.
The door behind them rattled as a creature from inside slammed into it, the very same one the young man had just dropped with a precise headshot, and it screamed gutturally. The sound startled Claire and she pressed her legs together tightly to avoid leaking again. Her savior glanced back at the door and towards the lot again.
“Come on, we have to go!”
He hurried forward, ducking under the arms of one of the beasts as it swung at him, making a break for the abandoned police cruiser she’d seen before. Rushing forward, Claire ran for the passenger side but one of the things reached out to grab her. Acting on instinct rather than plan, she ducked and spun around him, shoving him to the ground with all her strength. It fell to the ground hard with sickening squelch.
“Get in!”
The man had already grabbed the wheel slammed his own door and Claire threw herself into the passenger seat, yanking the passenger side door behind her. She seized her seatbelt and buckled in quickly as her new partner released the hand brake and threw the shift into reverse.
“Hang on.”
He slammed his foot on the pedal and the car lurched backward quickly, jostling the two inside badly. The belt Claire had just fastened dug into her painfully full bladder and she squeezed her legs together tightly. She’d never actually had a chance to find the restroom she really needed. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now.
Reaching the main road, the man threw the car into drive and stepped down on the pedal again, racing down the highway at last and leaving the hell of the gas station behind them. Claire had had to abandon her bike, but that was a very small price to pay for not becoming food for one of those monsters.
Finally allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief as silence and calmness descended over the car, Claire glanced out the back window and saw the corpse-like beings trudging around in the rain aimlessly, unable to keep up it seemed. At least they were slow.
“What the hell is going on here?” she managed at last.
The man shook his head. “I have no idea…hopefully they’ll have some answers for us back at the station.”
“Wait, are you a cop?”
“Yeah. Leon Kennedy. And you are?”
“Claire Redfield.”
“Do you live around here?”
“No, I’m just here looking for my brother. He’s a cop out here too.”
Leon paused for a moment as if trying to remember the name Redfield but seemed to come up blank. “Well, it’s a good thing we found each other then,” he offered instead. “Who knows what the hell we’ll run into next…”
They continued to speed down the deserted road together, rain pelting the steel frame of the police cruiser relentlessly. The nightmare behind them had seemed too surreal and impossible to have been reality. But Claire had seen it with her own eyes, experienced it with all of her senses. The stink of death and decay. The sight of rot and cannibalism. The sounds of squelching flesh and guttural roars and screeches. The feel of cold, slimy, rubbery skin.
“Those were honest-to-god zombies,” Claire managed quietly. Leon didn’t respond but didn’t scoff or dismiss her either. He’d seen the same disgusting, terrifying sights she’d seen. She couldn’t help herself but to continue.
“Reanimated corpses. The dead come back to life…how the fuck did this happen?”
Leon finally responded to her. “I can’t even begin to guess. I heard rumblings that the RPD was bringing civilians into the station and barricading it against some kind of threat. I never imagined something like this though.”
Claire suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the freezing rain or frigid temperature. She had come face to face with the living dead and managed to escape. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to see those monsters ever again. But something told her this was just the beginning. The place she’d stopped for dinner earlier had been entirely normal and filled with friendly faces. But the second she had made it within miles of Raccoon City, she had been confronted with the stuff of nightmares. The only city nearby was very likely ground zero for whatever was going on. And she and Leon were headed right for the heart of it.
***
After several minutes, Claire had relaxed as much as she could. Her clothes were still soaked through and she was still cold. To make matters worse, her very full bladder had come back to the forefront of her mind with a vengeance. The aftermath of what had happened at the gas station had been more than enough to force it from her mind for a few minutes, but all the ducking and dodging, running and shooting, it had all jostled and aggravated her bladder to the point that she was really starting to struggle to hold it back. She couldn’t exactly ask Leon to pull over and let her pee out in the open with zero cover and no lights to tell if one of those things was out there in the dark, just watching and waiting for them to stop. She’d be a little too embarrassed to admit it to a near-stranger anyway. So she’d just have to grit her teeth and hold it, no matter how desperate she got.
She took the time to reload her handgun just in case, but that only kept her occupied for a few seconds at best. Blessedly, Leon gave her a distraction in the form of more conversation. “So what were you doing in there anyway? Did they chase you inside?”
Claire shook her head. “No, I stopped there a few minutes before everything happened. It seemed totally normal at first. I filled up my bike and went inside to use the restroom but I heard a crashing sound. I found an officer injured and then found another alive trying to subdue one of those…zombies. But it killed him and then came after me. I managed to gun it down and slip by but that wasn’t enough for it to stay dead. Of course, I managed to get away in the end, thanks to you.”
“I’m just so glad I showed up when I did. But it seems like you hardly needed my help. Aside from at the very end there, it sounds like you had the situation under control.”
Claire laughed lightly. “I was taught well.”
“By your brother?”
“Yeah. Chris taught me all sorts of self-defense techniques. He also taught me how to use a gun and got this little one for me for protection.”
“That’s where I know that name from. You’re Chris Redfield’s sister?”
“Yep, that’s me. I haven’t heard from him in over a month and I got worried, so I decided to head out here and find him myself.”
“He must mean a lot to you. I’m just a rookie at the station or I’d tell you what I can. All I know is that STARS went out on a mission last month and…only four of them came back. Chris was one of them, but I don’t know where they all went after that. In fact, STARS was disbanded following that incident…”
Claire considered Leon’s words for a few moments. That meant Chris was alive…hopefully. If he was in this mess, she was a lot more concerned. But it was possible that maybe he wasn’t even in town. Maybe he’d just needed to get away from it all for a while. If only three other members of his team had come back from a mission then she could understand that affecting him pretty deeply.
“Hopefully we’ll find your brother at the station. Maybe someone will have some answers for us there too.” Leon sounded more like he was convincing himself than comforting Claire though.
“What if…we’re the only ones? What if no one else survived?
Leon shook his head hard. “There are survivors, there have to be. This is a huge city. They can’t all be gone…” He trailed off and Claire felt her mind wander back to the impossibility of what she’d witnessed at the gas station.
How had things turned out this way? All she’d wanted to do was make sure Chris was alive and okay, and no she was in the middle of the end of the world. Zombies, actual zombies were out there. She’d lost her motorcycle, she was stranded in the middle of nowhere as the world literally transformed into hell around her. She should never have come to this godforsaken place. Or at least stopped at that gas station. If there was one silver lining, at least she wasn’t alone anymore.
Claire was shaken from her thoughts as her bladder throbbed uncomfortably. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and squirmed around, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs tight. She was definitely desperate now. She hadn’t peed for five plus hours and right when she was about to get her relief, she’d been stopped by the most impossible cosmic event. Now that she was calmer again, she was painfully aware that she really had to pee.
“Hey Leon, about how far out from the station are we?”
He pondered her question before answering. “Probably another thirty minutes from here, counting the commute through town, twenty till we hit the Raccoon City limits. How come?”
Claire decided she may as well just be honest instead of trying to hide the situation. They’d brushed shoulders with death already; what was a little embarrassment among new partners? She wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer anyway.
“Well, like I said before, I stopped at the gas station to use the restroom, but I never got a chance to go with everything that happened. I just need to get someplace I can pee, fast.”
Leon nodded his understanding. “We’ll be there soon and there are plenty of bathrooms at the station. Can you hold on for now?”
Claire grimaced a bit. “I…I think so. I’ll manage somehow. It’s just, I’ve been holding on for hours now and it’s getting pretty bad. So, sorry if I start squirming around over here,” she managed, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and offering a sheepish smile.
Leon chuckled. “Hey, it happens to all of us once in a while, right? Do what you’ve gotta do and I’ll get you there as fast as I can. Trust me, that’s the only place I want to be right now, too.”
Claire nodded and focused on controlling herself. Despite the leaks she’d had back at the gas station, she was extremely full still and her bladder ached and throbbed. It was firm and hard to the touch. It felt tight too, like the surface of a drum head. She hadn’t experienced this feeling in a long time. It felt like an invisible hand had a firm grip on her bladder from the inside and was squeezing her just tightly enough to be really uncomfortable but not quite to the point of painful. Every few minutes she’d feel that grip tighten, squeezing harder for a few seconds as if trying to force her to pee right there. But still she managed to hold back. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could really last, though…
***
By the time Leon finally drove the police cruiser into town, Claire Redfield was panicking and looking for a way out. It had only been about twenty minutes since she’d spoken up to him about needing to pee, but things were rapidly getting out of hand. She was maybe minutes from losing control and peeing her pants right there.
The ghostly hand that squeezed her bladder was tightening its grip with each passing moment. Her bladder had filled to its bursting point by now and she was genuinely scared it would give out before they managed to get to the station. Her thighs trembled beneath her tight jeans, her left leg bouncing fast and frantically. Her face was a bit flushed, her entire body was tense, and her forehead was actually starting to bead with sweat from the effort it took to keep her bladder under control. She had to pee worse than she could ever remember needing to go.
In an effort to distract herself, Claire tried her best to take in the scenery around them. Raccoon City looked as if the apocalypse had visited it. It had been a while since she’d been here, but she didn’t remember the boarded windows, the road blockades, or the vast number of abandoned cars lining the streets. The doors leading into certain buildings had been destroyed and most of the power in the city seemed to be out. Streetlights weren’t shining in most places and the stoplights were entirely off.
The distractions only lasted a few moments as her bladder spasmed intensely again. Claire’s eyes widened and she gripped her thighs tightly. Her eyes widened and she gasped softly. The constant pressure on her body to hold back the flood contained within her was almost too much to bear anymore. She could feel the dam about to burst. She wanted relief from this terrible, squeezing pressure, she needed it.
“Um, L-Leon, how close are we?” she managed in a nervous voice.
“Probably about five minutes now, you holding up okay?”
“No. This is really, really bad.” Her frantic eyes darted around the city streets, her left leg bouncing even faster as her body trembled.
“Just hang in there a bit longer, we’re almost there. I promise you’ll only have to wait a few more minutes.”
“Waiting isn’t really an option anymore Leon,” she managed urgently.
“It’s the only option you have Claire. Look around us.” He pointed towards the sidewalk ahead of them.
Claire followed Leon’s finger and her eyes fell on a pack of zombies, three of them, kneeling over a shadowed body and feasting slowly. Claire felt her stomach turn and her eyes widened in horror as she watched. Leon continued forward slowly and the three monsters didn’t even acknowledge them, choosing instead to eat the prey they’d captured right in front of them. Claire breathed a small sight of relief as they passed by uninterrupted. Her bladder screamed for release once more and she clamped down with every muscle she could, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to take a few calming breaths to ease her panic.
“Just please get us to the station Leon.”
“I’ll get us there, don’t worry.”
I have to pee. Now. Claire was well beyond frantic. Her shoulders were raised and stiff, her hands balled into tight fists gripping firmly the hem of her red jacket. Her thighs kept rubbing together as the waves of pressure emanating from her bladder increased in intensity, her knees slipping past one another time and time again as both legs began to bounce up and down. She was on the verge of involuntarily pissing her pants at the age of twenty-one. She actually considered just letting go for a moment, just letting the pressure disappear…but she just couldn’t wet herself like child in front of this police officer. And who knew how long they’d have to wait at the police station for help to arrive? She didn’t want to be stuck in wet pants. They were close. I can make it…I can make it…
So when Leon started slowing down, Claire looked back towards the road in a panic. There were roadblock barriers preventing them from proceeding any further, but there were also an enormous amount of cars sitting in the road at a dead stop, some turned sideways, others abandoned with their doors wide open. Their progress was stopped no matter what. Leon sighed and brought the car to a stop.
“Looks like we’re walking.”
“…More like running…” Claire managed between strained breaths, gesturing to the right where another pack of zombies were feasting on a human corpse. She looked away quickly and suppressed the urge to vomit at the sight. A second later, she had to clamp her legs together like a vice again to stop herself from peeing uncontrollably into her pants. Could she even run with a bladder this full? If it was be caught by these zombies or pee her pants, there was an obvious choice, but she’d still rather avoid it if she could.
Before she could assess her own body further, a zombie slammed against Leon’s door, startling them both badly. “Jesus Christ!” the young officer shouted as the car started rocking violently.
Claire felt a fierce jet of pee shoot into her pants. Clamping the flow off and turning quickly, her eyes fell on the rotting frame of another zombie, this one pushing the car aggressively from her side. Leon cursed again from the driver’s seat and Claire noticed more zombies appearing near them. They were surrounded, in fact, and she felt her heart grow cold. There were too many to take out with their guns. They were resilient like she’d never seen in the face of physical injury.
A violent crash into the car was enough to make her jump and another huge spurt of pee blast out into her panties. Claire gasped and let her left hand fly between her legs and squeeze tightly. It hardly mattered now; they were surrounded. That meant driving again and Claire wasn’t sure she’d last another two minutes in the car in the state she was in. But as long as they made it out alive, she didn’t care anymore if she wet herself in front of Leon.
But as Leon stepped on the gas, he found that the car wouldn’t move. “Leon, we have to go!” she cried out, grabbing her gun.
“I can’t move the car!” He stepped hard on the gas but the wheels wouldn’t budge an inch, held in place by the pack of monsters and their inhuman strength. They’d have to fight their way out. But a loud horn from behind them filled Claire with dread.
A large truck hauling an oil tank was careening down the street. She couldn’t see very well, but it looked like the driver was injured, his head lolling to the side. Maybe he’d been attacked by these things. There were zombies stuck to the front bumper of the trailer, being dragged along the ground and it didn’t show any signs of slowing down as it approached.
“Um…Leon?”
“I know.”
“We have to get out of here!”
“We have to make a run for it, now!”
Claire and Leon began trying to open their doors, slamming them aggressively into the zombies but they wouldn’t budge. The truck drew ever closer and seemed to be speeding up. They were dead if it hit them. Claire doubled her efforts, slamming the door as hard as she could into the zombie that had her trapped and caused it to stagger a bit. But the truck was too close now.
At the last moment, the driver fell from view in the canopy and the truck turned drastically to the left and crashed into a parked car behind them. Zombies were crushed and cars were smash as the large truck turned over and fell on its side, veering to the right and sliding down the road quickly. It lost some speed but still collided with their police cruiser, launching it backward and slamming them into another car.
Claire felt her head slam back against the headrest and her seatbelt dug hard into her bladder. Peeing into her already-soaked panties again, she managed to stop the flow. She didn’t have time for this now, they had to move. Shaking herself from her light daze, she noticed the zombies had been knocked loose from the car and took the opportunity to exit the vehicle immediately. She glanced back and saw Leon starting to step out of the driver’s side as well. Good.
The rain was still freezing and Claire shivered immediately, the feeling of water pelting her skin making it immediately harder not to pee her pants on the spot. Does it even matter anymore? Before Claire could decide if she needed to keep holding it or not, though, a spark from nearby ignited their car and it burst into flames suddenly. The car went up immediately and a small explosion caused her to stumble backwards. Was Leon okay?
As she scanned the horizon quickly, she saw the flames approaching the overturned tanker truck. That was bad. “Oh shit.”
Claire turned and tried to run from the impending explosion, but she was too slow. The flames reached the truck and an enormous explosion engulfed the street behind her. The force of the blast threw her from her feet and she felt her back collide hard with a nearby car. Claire cried out in pain as she fell to the ground and felt her bladder give out again. Unable to move for a moment, she relished in the feeling of relief for about three seconds before she heard the shrieking of zombies nearby.
Shaking her head and pushing herself up off the ground, she fought hard and stopped the flow. She’d peed herself enough now that the edge was taken off somewhat. Her bladder was still extremely full, but the excruciating need was dulled back somewhat. She could last till the station now, at least. While the rain might be able to wash away the small amount that she’d lost control of during crash, if she let go and flooded her pants right now, Claire was convinced she was holding so much that the rain would never chase the scent from her jeans in time. And she would be more than a little embarrassed to wait around the station like that. If the station even still existed. She’d just have to stick with Leon and…
“Leon!” she cried out suddenly, raising her voice as loud as possible. Had he survived that? She looked around in a panic for a moment and called his name again before she finally heard a response from the other side of the explosion.
“Claire! Are you okay?”
She let out a huge sigh of relief and a smile overtook her face. She assessed her body for a moment. She was rattled and a bit winded, but it seemed like she hadn’t suffered any huge injuries. “Yeah, I’m okay! Are you?”
“I’m alright! Looks like we’re gonna have to meet at the police station though! It’s just a few blocks to the east, head that way and I’ll see you there!”
“Got it!”
Claire looked down and was glad to see she still had a grip on her trusty handgun. If she’d lost that, she was screwed. Her bladder was still really full too, but she could at least walk upright again. She didn’t have time to let loose here; she might be in danger at any second if she stayed still too long. She was close to the station anyway; she’d just pee once she got there and finally be able to rid herself of this terrible pressure.
She gasped as she noticed a small pack of zombies shuffling towards her and snapped back to reality, immediately beginning to move. If she could avoid a fight, she would. Hurrying through the street, Claire spotted an alleyway that seemed to lead through the buildings and towards the east. Maybe that was her ticket out of here. Hurrying forward and making sure to keep her focus on the zombies in the road ahead of her, she moved towards the police station steadily. It would be okay. Leon was still out there. They could get through this.
***
It took about ten minutes to work her way carefully and discreetly through the alleys and city streets towards the Racoon Police Department. She was dodging zombies at every turn which hampered her progress pretty significantly. Not only that, the constant splash of the rain on her skin and on the street around her eventually made her bladder come back to the forefront of her mind yet again. She’d only lost a bit of the small ocean of pee that had been pent up in her bladder for hours and hours now, hardly enough to make the sensation of pure desperation vanish from her mind and body. But she bit her lip, gave herself a quick squeeze between her legs, and continued in the shadows to end of her current path. Almost there. Almost there, you can do it.
Finally, she saw it: the Raccoon Police Department. It towered over the city streets before her and shone like a beacon of hope in the bleak darkness of this terrible night. But it didn’t look very safe. The front gates were wide open. Most of the windows inside were darkened, but perhaps they’d just lost power. She couldn’t know for sure until she got inside. There was a small horde of the hungry monsters between her and station though, and a large expanse of empty, open street that she had to cross. She knew they were slower than she was in the last several minutes she’d been traveling across the city. If she moved as fast as she could and didn’t cross one of their paths directly, she could make it.
Taking a deep breath, she broke out into a fast run, hoping to clear that last several yards to the gates quickly. She didn’t dare sprint for fear of slipping and falling in the rain, but hearing the slow, sickening shuffling of zombies behind her spurred her on, confident they couldn’t catch her as the sound grew further away.
Crossing the iron perimeter, Claire spun and seized the gate quickly, slamming it shut and barring it. The zombies crashed into the beams but were unable to break through them, thankfully. They reached for her and swung their arms mindlessly but they couldn’t touch her. She was safe, for now.
The adrenaline of running across a wide open street filled with the undead creatures was subsiding now and Claire gasped sharply as her body bent at the waist involuntarily. That run had exacerbated things again. Her bladder was crying out to her, begging for relief. Placing a hand on her lower abdomen, she felt it, rock hard and fighting to the very limits of its control for her. A shiver raced down her body that had nothing to do with the frigid rain as her bladder contracted fiercely, trying to force her to pee right there. She gasped and squeezed between her thighs again, bouncing frantically on the spot. Finally, she managed to regain a modicum of control.
Claire turned and hurried towards the doors to the RPD. She couldn’t take being in the rain any longer. She needed to head inside and find Leon, or anyone…and the restrooms. Throwing open the doors, she was greeted to a sight that made her blood run colder than the rain outside.
The lobby was all but destroyed. The lights revealed chairs and desks strewn about, items abandoned or forgotten littered the floor, but there wasn’t a single soul in the entrance hall. Were they all hiding deeper in? Or were they all gone?
Thankful that she could see clearly at last, she took a deep breath. “Hello? Is anyone here?” she called loudly. Deafening silence answered her, punctuated only by the muted staccato of rain on the ceiling high above.
A particularly fierce squeeze from the invisible hand that held her bladder shocked her back into action. “Right. Pee first. Then we look for people. I can’t keep holding this, I can’t take it anymore.”
But just as Claire made to hurry deeper into the building and begin her search, she noticed movement on a laptop screen across from her, sitting at the reception desk. It was displaying a security camera feed from somewhere in the building. And to her absolutely horror, there was a police officer backing down a hallway, firing his sidearm again and again at a shambling corpse that was about to set upon him.
“Oh shit…they’re in here too…”
His mouth was moving and Claire hurried to the laptop, turning the volume up. He waved a book at the camera. “Marvin, are you there? I found a way out! It’s in here!” He shoved the book in his shirt pocked and took another shot at the zombie.
This time, however, it didn’t stagger it. The creature tried to grab him, but he charged forward and unbalanced it, knocking it down before turning back to the camera. “Send reinforcements! East hallway, hurry!”
Claire was overcome with tremendous anxiety. She needed to help this man before he was eaten by those thing, but she desperately needed to pee but she kept finding herself in situations that she wasn’t able to. It wasn’t getting any easier to hang on even though she was out of the rain. She found herself dancing from foot to foot in front of the laptop quickly, a jittery motion that didn’t relieve the pressure in her lower abdomen at all. She was convinced she’d pop if she stood perfectly still though. Her thighs were pressed together hard, so hard in fact that she was actually shaking a bit from the exertion. It was hard to tell if that was the reason honestly; her entire body was trembling from head to toe as she fought with everything she had not to flood her pants on the spot.
“I can’t leave him to die while I go to the bathroom. Hold it in Claire. You’re a big girl, you can wait.”
Gritting her teeth and seizing her handgun, she looked towards the door that lead to the east hall and found a large shutter mostly closed. She hurried towards it and pressed the button next to it. It stared to move but a heavy thunk sounded and the mechanism stopped entirely. It was broken, clearly. There was just enough space for her to squeeze underneath it, though.
Easing herself down on her front, Claire gritted her teeth hard. Her bladder was pressed right against the floor and it sent a dizzying pain and need for relief exploding through her body. “Fuck,” she hissed, screwing her eyes shut and squeezing with everything she had to hold back. Once she had a bit of control back, she quickly crawled underneath the door and stood gingerly.
The hallway was dark, unlike the lobby, and she seized the flashlight she still had, igniting it and pointing it down the hall, her gun drawn. There was nothing but silence, even if this hallway did look worse than the room she’d just come from. She began to step forward quickly, taking short, panting breaths. She couldn’t afford to breathe too fully; she was scared that expanding her lungs that much might put too much strain on her bladder and she’d lose control. She’d come this far, she was going to make it to a bathroom, damn it.
Turning the corner she saw a sign that normally would have made her rejoice, but for now just made her want to cry tears of frustration. The universal signs for the restrooms hung from the ceiling just ahead of her. Claire so badly wanted to dart into them and let loose the incredible reservoir of pee she had waiting impatiently in her excruciatingly full bladder. She had been waiting for hours. She’d needed to go so badly for so long she didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be desperate anymore. But a man’s life hung in the balance. She was the only one who could help right now. And if that meant holding it even longer or eventually just losing control entirely, his life was worth more than her relief.
Hurrying past the restrooms and fighting back the urge to pee right where she stood, Claire turned the last corner to find another empty hallway. It was then that she heard frantic screaming and slamming on a wall nearby. Glancing to her left, she saw the windows that led to an office where a metal shuttered door was closed. It was rattling. That was where he was. Breaking into a run that made her bladder cry out and convulse violently, Claire rounded the last corner and threw open the doorway to the office so hard that it bounced off the wall and closed behind her again.
“Help! Help!! Please! Somebody!” The man’s shrieks were panicked and terrified. Claire rushed to the door, placing her gun and light on the desk.
“I’m here!” she called loudly.
“Open the door!! Hurry, please!”
Claire seized the handle on the ground, having to crouch and bend as she did so. She yelped involuntarily as the motion squeezed her bladder hard, a debilitating surge of frantic desperation shooting through her. A hot jet of pee blasted through her iron clad defenses and she felt her thighs grow warm. It took her two seconds to clamp off the flow while she lifted the shutter handle with everything she had.
The large door began to groan open, but she could only pull it so far. It was just too heavy. After about a quarter of the way, she man began to crawl through in a panic.
“Take my hand!” Claire shouted.
He grabbed her wrists in a blind panic and she pulled as hard as she could, forcing him under the door. Before she could get him fully into the room though, the man started screaming violently, a more feral sound than she’d ever heard a human make. Pulling him hard, she was horrified when his body finally cleared the threshold. Or rather…what was left of his body. His lower half was entirely missing, his entrails falling to the floor below them. Claire felt bile rise in her throat as the urge to vomit momentarily became greater than her urge to pee. She fought it back down as, somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized the man had stopped screaming. He was clearly dead, but she couldn’t bring herself to look again. She hurriedly forced the door back down to keep out whatever it was that had done that to him.
Trembling from horror and the fact that she was about to lose control and piss herself completely, Claire grabbed the notepad she’d seen in the camera feed earlier, careful not to look at the man’s lower half. She’d need a way out if the whole place was overrun. Grabbing her gun and flashlight, she hurried towards the door. If she could just make it back down the hallway, she’d finally be able to pee before she had to wear urine-soaked pants for the rest of the night. Then she could search more easily for survivors. And Leon.
The door burst open before she reached it though and a zombie dressed in a blue uniform dragged itself towards her. She gasped in surprise and peed hard into her pants for two seconds, but her survival instincts took over immediately. Her gun pointed at its head and she pulled the trigger with expert precision. The zombie staggered back as the bullet blasted into its head and she took the opportunity to charge it, slamming into it with her shoulder. The monster flew backwards and fell to the ground, dazed and immobile.
Though she’d clamped off the flow once more, the sudden fierce motion had left her bladder teetering on the brink of explosion. One more move like that and she wouldn’t have to worry about holding it until she reached a toilet anymore. But if there were zombies here now, could she even afford to use that bathroom? She’d be a sitting duck if they heard her…and they definitely would. Claire felt like she had an entire ocean held inside her bladder. It would take a long time to empty and if a group of them came after her while she was peeing…
Shaking her head, Claire hurried back down the hallway. It wasn’t doing her any favors to stand there debating. If that creature got up again, she’d have bigger problems. Unfortunately, as she rounded the corner and saw the restroom sign again, she also saw two more zombies before her: an overweight security guard and what used to be a woman in a white dress. Goddamn this place! Panicking for a myriad of reasons, Claire stopped and aimed her gun, firing one, two times, placing a bullet into each of their heads.
Blessedly, the monsters staggered and Claire ran forward, not caring if she lost control anymore. She’d be lucky to get out of here alive now, surrounded by these bastards from every direction. She slipped between them while they were reeling and raced for the end of the hall. A fierce spurt of urine shot out of her and warmed her thighs again, but she couldn’t stop. Her back was to the wall and she only had one escape.
She reached the end of the hall where the blast door was at last and threw herself on the ground, another large spray of pee soaking her panties. She crawled frantically forward, hearing the approaching zombies from behind her in the hallway. Just when she thought she was home free, though, she felt a cold hand seize her ankle.
Panic set in. Unbridled, unabashed panic. She’d seen what they’d done to that poor officer back in the office. She kicked and writhed and screamed. “Help! Someone please help me!” She tried to get a decent angle to shoot it in the head, but she couldn’t get her sights on it. Pee was rapidly escaping her poor exhausted bladder now but she barely even noticed. She just had to get away.
“Grab on!” a deep voice said from nearby. She looked up and saw a tall man, also an officer from his uniform, offering her his hand.
She seized it immediately and he yanked her hard out from under the door. She felt the grip on her ankle vanish and crawled a bit further, turning just in time to see the man place his foot on the handle and bring the door crashing to the ground with all his weight. The zombie’s head exploded on impact.
Claire was trembling still. The near-brush with death and rattled her but she’d be okay in time. Now, though, she was painfully aware of the fact that she was full-on peeing her pants. She had tried so hard to avoid it. She’d almost made it. But that last stretch had proven just too much for her. Unable to stop the flow, Claire just sighed heavily and took as much pleasure as she could in the feeling of her extraordinarily full bladder finally becoming empty. The pleasure was dulled by the embarrassment she felt at wetting herself unabashedly in front of a perfect stranger, but there was nothing that could be done to stop it.
The man waited for her to finish and compose herself, choosing to look around the lobby and canvas the doors for potential zombies instead of watching her while she wet herself uncontrollably. After another twenty seconds, Claire was empty and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her face was flushed a bit and her pride was damaged, but she was otherwise just fine. Rising to her feet, she offered a guilty smile.
“Thanks for saving me. Sorry about…that.”
The officer shook his head. “Happens to the best of us, especially in that type of circumstance. I’ve seen people lose control in scary situations more times than you might believe.” His deep voice was calm, reassuring.
“I always assumed wetting yourself out of fear wasn’t all that normal in real life,” she mused, grateful for another human to have a conversation with.
“It depends on the moment, I suppose. Though if you don’t mind my commenting, it looks like that wasn’t just a little fear wetting. You’d been waiting quite some time, huh?”
There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his voice or eyes. He was probably just as grateful to be able to have a conversation with someone and was saying the first thing that came to mind. Claire couldn’t fight down the blush that dusted her cheeks though.
“Yeah, about six hours, give or take.”
“And you still managed to shoot like that with a bladder that full?”
Claire looked at him in surprise but he just gestured to the laptop security feed. Claire nodded her understanding. “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t even really think about it.”
“Obviously you know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, I know how to take care of myself. My brother taught me that and then some.”
“Must be a hell of a shot, this brother of yours.”
“You might know him. Chris Redfield.”
The man blinked in surprise for a moment. “Chris Redfield? You’re his sister?”
“That’s right. I’m Claire, nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand.
“Marvin Branagh. Good to meet you too.” She noticed that he holstered his gun before offering his weapon hand to her in return. She finally realized that his other hand was holding his side and blood was seeping from a wound near his ribs. Claire was immediately concerned for him and he noticed it in her eyes.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. We have to find a way out of here, though. This place isn’t safe anymore.”
Claire nodded unconvinced. “Then we’re getting out of here together, so you better hang in there.”
Marvin chuckled before wincing in pain. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice then. Come on, let’s get deeper inside so we can watch the doors. Maybe there’s a dry pair of jeans in one of the supply bags too.”
Claire couldn’t help but blush again. She hadn’t made it after all. She’d tried so hard to make it to the restroom, but for the first time since she was four, she’d lost control and peed her pants. The circumstances were pretty extreme though; maybe she’d forgive herself this time. But as she fell into step next to Marvin, the memory of her accident was already starting to melt away. She shouldn’t waste time feeling embarrassed or dwelling on it any longer. Though, Claire had to admit to herself, it did feel incredibly good to have finally peed after that many hours of holding and waiting. Regardless, there were more important things to worry about now, like finding Leon and Chris and getting out of here. This wasn’t the end of her night from hell. It was just the beginning…
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Superstore Squirming - The Urgent Queue!
Jess couldn’t stop her right foot from tapping or bouncing on its heel. She hoped no one picked up on that, nor on the little butt wiggles she was doing as she waited, begging the lengthy queue to move faster.
She was gripping a sweater she’d pulled off the rack so tightly that her knuckles were white, and every whine and whimper she swallowed seemed to travel directly to her already densely packed piss pouch and start complaining about the cramped conditions within!
It was some four hours since she’d arrived at this multi-story maze of a store, six since her morning release, and two since she’d realised that she couldn’t simply anymore. There had already been a faint, pressing urge when she’d entered the store, and by now it was a pulsing, pleading weight between her thighs. Inside her bladder churned the results of a morning coffee, orange juice, three bottles of water, and the overall anxiety of being so utterly lost without any sign of relief.
After multiple closed for cleaning signs, Jess was now stuck attempting to supress her squirming in a line of a dozen other women. Her knees knocked together, she glanced around herself nervously, feeling like all eyes must have been on her in her form-hugging tight jeans and low-cut top. They most likely weren’t, of course, but Jess couldn’t shake the paranoia that every twitch and tremble was being judged. She imagined the whispers, the shaking of heads, the casual tutting at the fully grown woman who was potty dancing like a schoolgirl.
It was all she could do to keep herself from full-on jiggling and burying both hands into her aching, tightly clenched crotch, but she resigned herself to suffering on. To enduring the waves of pressure as the line inched forward ever so slowly.
It wasn’t far now, her salvation was just ahead, the light at the end of this flooded tunnel.
A stern wave of urgency crashed down upon her trembling body, and she exhaled heavily, shakily, fanning herself a little with the sweater she still clung to, giving her some vague excuse to even be here. Each burst of need brought her closer to the strike that would crumble her walls of control and cause that terrible, boiling fluid to come hissing out and down her legs. Each call was ever closer than the last - and had been for hours now.
As the minutes rolled by, and she shuffled slowly forward, she pictured all those drinks, stewing inside her for about six hours now, churning and shooting downwards against her weakening grip. As much as she valued each step closer to the easing of her pain, those very steps jabbed into like hammers into her overstuffed bladder – which was jutting out painfully against her waistband, and visibly pounding in time with her racing heart.
Her eyes had been locked on the floor ahead of her when she’d chanced a glance ahead and saw, with awe, that only two more women remained in front. The sudden knowledge that she was oh so close only caused that next fateful swell of pressure to catch her off-guard. Her bladder contracted sharply, the furious piddle stabbed at her sphincter and broke through, flooding her urethra instantly!
Jess’ eyes were wide and unfocused, she gasped and wheezed, she tightened every muscle available until her face burned red with the strain. She still heroically refused to grip herself, instead willing her poor, tormented pussy lips to form a vacuum seal around her piss hole and contain any spurting, yellow trickles that might escape! Her thighs tingled as she pressed them so fiercely together that they began to lose feeling, and she felt lightheaded as she could scarcely breathe without crying out in desperation. Despite her best efforts, she was losing leaks. No strong spurts or sprays, but a constant flow of the tiniest trickles seeping past her labia and tainting her precious panties.
Sweat rolled slowly down her face to her cheek, as a dribble of her ponderous load of piss eased from her damp panties and snaked down her inner thigh. The colour drained from her face, and that too flowed downwards to the crushing reservoir between her legs.
She was practically sweating piss and all she could hear was the pounding of her throbbing pussy. So focused was she on enduring this hellish wave of so stale urine, that it wasn’t until the store attendant cleared her throat that she realised she had made it to the front of the line!
Not wasting a second, she sprinted into the nearest changing room, her floodgates creaking open, she threw the sweater down on the bench and locked the door behind her. Both hands went straight between her legs, and she began to massage and squeeze herself, cooing at herself, dancing on the spot, and gyrating her hips. She thanked god she’d made it, for another moment having to endure without being able to hold herself and squirm would have left her flooding the clothing isle.
After the first few minutes in line for the changing rooms she’d started to doubt the decision, perhaps she was better off continuing to search for a restroom than waiting here just for the chance to tackle her urgency head-on, but now she was sure it had been the right decision. Every new floor she’d been to it had taken anywhere between twenty to forty minutes to locate the toilets, and every time they have been inaccessible, or only for the men to use. No doubt if she had tried to keep searching, by this stage she’d either have lost control, or would be on her knees, kneading her groin for everyone in the crowded store to see!
Jess leaned on the side of the stall and moaned into her arm, taking one hand away from herself for a moment to fiddle with the button of her jeans. She sucked breath in through clenched teeth and used a thumb to unbutton them, despite the extra pressure this added momentarily, the relief as her rock-hard abdomen popped out was almost orgasmic. Immediately she shoved both hands now into her piss-soaked panties and began to grind her puckering pee-hole against her hands directly. Grunting softly and chewing her bottom lip at the pleasure, the easing of that terrible burden, the distraction from her clenching, gasping, teeth-floating ocean of steaming, hot wastewater.
She raised one leg, bringing her thigh to held press her hands still harder against her spasming, forcefully sealed exit. Her shapely rump stuck out strained against her jeans while she leaned forwards and tried to give her heavy mass of pent-up piddle room to stretch and settle down. She thought she might even want to sing it to sleep, like a kicking baby, an overdue case of piss pregnancy that was growing impatient and unruly within. Though she could not hate her burden, only try to make it see reason, to learn patience, to find comfort inside her and to stay there, bottled up and brewing until the hour, or day, she might finally be able to let loose her immense torrent.
Jess was floating in bliss, fantasising about the opportunity to let it flow. Still bursting beyond belief, but content now she could finally take the weight off her muscles and shake and bounce her ass as much as her body yearned to. If she never pissed again, it would almost be okay so long as she could remain in this moment of pleasure and pressure control.
Then there was a sharp knocking at the door.
She remembered that dream could not be. Others needed to use these stalls, to try on clothes maybe, or maybe some needed only to compose themselves against their own personal growing floods. Who was she to deny them of that?
Jess steeled herself, closed her eyes tight and gave herself one last, beautiful squeeze, with her hands so tightly clenched that it almost hurt, then she took a deep, trembling breath, and removed both of them at once.
She held that breath as she bounced from one foot to the other and yanked up her jeans, sucking in her belly as if that would make any difference with her totally maxed-out bladder sitting like an oversized bowling ball in her gut, and she bit down on her tongue to silence the shriek that may have burst out as the button was fastened.
Finally, her jeans secured, zipped up, she danced on the spot and shook her hands, pleading with herself to regain composure, to be strong, to keep holding, to face the rest of this nightmare with grace, as a lady.
It would have been a lie to say she felt ready after the brief few moments she had to prepare, but she still opened the changing room door and strode out, head held high, a deep, yellow storm raging in her bladder.
Her struggle would continue, but at least she’d had those beautiful minutes of ease, of privacy, and of giving in to the shameful, animal urge to display her desperate plea to piss her woes away.
Every step she took jostled her bladder, and she thought with twisted humour that at least that straining organ was so densely packed full, that it was impossible for it to embarrass her by sloshing when she walked.
Smirking through the pain, Jess tighten up, wiggled her hips, and held it in.
The End... |
I wrote this story some time ago for fun but now I think it might interest you too, so I decided to publish it.
This story was written over a long period of time and was written in another language so I post here a version translated with Google translate. I guess many of you will hate such low quality but if you also like a story where a very thin girl tries to push herself further even when her bladder is full enough to protrude from her abdomen you might still find this interesting.
In the story I inserted some situations that really happened to me but that concern different girls. Obviously many parts are pure fantasy but I won't tell you which ones.
Chapter 1
I had known Sofia for a few years, we both played tennis.
We were friends but never saw each other outside of training hours.
When I started going to university, I discovered that she was attending another faculty in the same university and we were often on the train.
Sofia is a very cheerful and sunny girl.
She is about six feet tall but she is very thin, with long straight brown hair and brown eyes.
As I said she has never been shy and so sometimes she talked to me about her boyfriend.
Chapter 2
November 14, 2016
I meet Sofia at 8.00 at the train station and she tells me how lately she has been trying to drink more water between meals for better hydration.
So that day instead of buying bottles of water at the distributor he decided to bring a 1.5l bottle from home.
Later I write to ask if she also stopped to eat in the school canteen.
So we are at 13.00 and we go to eat.
At the canteen, water is free at the dispenser and she goes twice to fill the 0.5 L "glass".
The bottle he had brought from home still contained 1l.
We say goodbye and go back to class with her who had drunk about 1.5l
We are then at the end of the lessons at 16.00.
I see her a little agitated so I ask her if everything is okay and she tells me….
Sofia: “I'm going to pee on myself. I don't know how long I can still resist. "
Me: "But why didn't you go to the bathroom at the university."
S: “I didn't want to go there because they are dirty and then I can usually hold out all the way home. After lunch I got tired of carrying that 1.5l bottle with me so I finished it and then threw it away. I waited for the end of the lesson even though I could no longer think of anything but my full bladder and make sure that no one would notice. Then I ran out of class forgetting my backpack. I went back to get it and then I run to the bathroom. There were already 3 girls in the queue so I waited a minute but no girls came out. If I had stayed there waiting I would have missed the train. "
Meanwhile the train had arrived. We enter and sit on 2 seats side by side, she on the window side and I on the aisle side.
I don't know what to do and I'm afraid she will find out how much that situation excites me but in reality she is too focused on not getting her underwear wet.
The journey takes about 40 minutes.
At some point she tries to improve her situation by helping her vagina with one hand.
I: "You said earlier that you don't usually use the toilets at school, so you haven't used the bathroom since this morning?"
S: "Yes, I went there after waking up at a quarter past 7."
It had been holding at least 2.5l of water for about 11 hours.
I: "I don't know how you managed to last more than 10 hours drinking at least 2 liters of water."
S: "And also half a liter of tea this morning."
THREE LITERS FOR 11 HOURS !!
I: "You really have an incredible bladder."
S: “Yes, but now I can't take it anymore. In your opinion, if I unbutton my pants, will other people see me? "
I: "No, go ahead and I'll cover you on this side."
She opens her jacket, lifts her shirt slightly and I can see her huge bladder protrude from her usually flat abdomen.
It extends from side to side and protrudes several centimeters up to its navel.
He was holding back an amount of urine that few could resist and her petite build (1.6m) made her bladder incredibly visible under her skin.
She continues by opening the button of her pants and then the zipper is immediately opened by the pressure of her bladder that was desperately looking for space to expand.
I see that she is surprised and even scared by what she sees.
He begins to gently touch her bladder and trace the edge with your hand.
Pull your panties down slightly to release the pressure lately.
Her bladder now protruded more than before probably from just above her vagina to her navel.
I: “It's huge. "
S: "What are you doing?!?! Don't look at me !!! "
I: "Sorry, I didn't mean"
I turn to the corridor but occasionally take a peek.
Sofia keeps looking at her bladder and slipped a hand into her panties.
After a while he tells me ...
S: “It's really huge. In your opinion, some health problems are normal or at risk. "
I: “I don't think there are any problems since you have been drinking a lot and therefore the pee should be diluted enough. And for the bladder I'm pretty sure your body will keep you from holding it before it does any harm to you. "
S: “Maybe you are right. I hope to get home. My boyfriend is waiting for me at the station. "
After a while'.
S: "Have you ever had such a full bladder?"
I: “I was once pretty desperate after a night out. When I got home my bladder was very sore and every few minutes I felt like the pressure suddenly increased. When I got to the bathroom I saw that my bladder was protruding slightly so I decided to do something a bit strange .. "
S: "What?"
I: “No, nothing. How are you? "
S: “Don't make me think about how I am please. Daiiiii tell me what you did. "
I: "Ok. But stay between you and me. So I tried to wait as long as possible while drinking some beer I had at home. But after about 20 minutes I reached the limit. I wet my panties a little and then ran to get an empty bottle to measure how much my bladder could hold. "
S: "So how much did you manage to hold back?"
I: "1.4 l"
S: “That's a lot, congratulations. "
I: "Thanks, but I think you went a lot further today."
S: "I don't know ... ... if I can get home I would like to try to measure it too."
There was about a quarter of an hour to go.
S: "Was your bladder also very hard that time?"
I: "Yes a little. I could certainly hear it very well. Why?"
S: “My hour looks like a rock. In your opinion is it harder than yours? Do you want to hear it? "
Certainly there was something else hard about that moment.
I slide my jacket over my bulge and nod.
S: “Please be quiet. I don't know if I can resist further pressure. When I opened my pants I immediately felt much better but now the pain is back. As you said, I feel the pressure increase exponentially about every 2-3 minutes. "
I place my right hand gently over her bladder and I feel like I'm touching marble.
Very hot and sexy marble.
The pressure I feel inside her is unbelievable.
I move my hand over her bladder from side to side to feel where it ends.
I then begin to trace the edge as she begins to gasp as if from pleasure.
I press lightly on her tight skin near her navel, she closes her eyes and says nothing.
It practically did not sink an inch despite the thrust.
I continue to trace the edge until I get to her panties but she doesn't stop me.
I am now in the lower part of the bladder just above the vagina and I feel it is wet.
Then I return to the center of the bladder where it is swollen and wait for the best moment ... ..
A few seconds later the train jumps on a stretch of track a worn Po and then I push on her bladder harder than before but not so much that it gets wet.
She immediately leans forward and presses her hands against her vagina.
Despite my superior strength, I was unable to squeeze her mighty bladder in the slightest.
I: “Sorry I didn't want to. It is that the train ....... "
He gets up.
S: ”It doesn't matter. I'm fine……"
S: “So what do you think have you ever felt such a full bladder? How long do you think he's holding? "
I: “The pressure in your bladder is unbelievable. Looks like you have a steel bladder. You will be containing at least 1.6 l "(I want to remember her very small and thin body so as to glimpse the coasts)
I: "You must have a gift to be able to resist."
S: “Actually as a child I often peed on myself. Think the last time it happened to me in the seventh grade. It was too embarrassing… .. Since that day I have always pushed myself to resist a little longer. Lately I try to go to the bathroom only twice a day and keep myself well hydrated but I basically end up always going 3 times. In any case, I have never seen my bladder fill up to this point. It is as if at a certain point the pain does not increase anymore but every now and then the pressure seems to grow for short periods in an incredible way. "
We have now arrived.
He helped her up and cover herself as her pants have no intention of closing.
We slowly reach the door.
I go down and turn to give her a hand, she is forced to spread her legs to go down the step between the train and the platform.
S: "aaaaaaaaaaaa!"
He screams and leans over holding her bulging bladder.
After a while he gets up and starts walking pretending nothing has happened because some people had turned around.
I: "Are you okay? "
S: ”Now yes. When I got off I lost control for a moment but now I think I can do it. "
She tells me by showing me a stain that formed from her vagina to mid-thigh in a split second.
We leave the station and then she greets me before going to her boyfriend's car.
I watch her go up and then leave.
Chapter 3
November 16, 2016
It was 4pm, I was on my way home from university when I see Sofia.
We hadn't met since that day.
As I approach I notice that he has a full 1.5l bottle of water with him.
I greet her and we talk about various things.
Then..
I: "I see that today you preferred to avoid drinking all that water as it turned out last time."
S: "Hahaha, I actually drank the whole bottle already and then refilled it on a tap."
I: "Don't tell me you're only doing it for good hydration."
S: "Also for that but above all for my boyfriend."
I: "In what sense?"
S: ”Now I'll tell you how it ended 2 days ago but let it remain a secret.
After I got in the car I tell him to take me straight to his house since it is closer because I absolutely have to go to the bathroom. At first he made fun of me but then when I showed him how swollen and hard my bladder was he didn't say anything. We arrive 10 minutes later at his house but before opening the door he asks me if I can resist a little longer. By now I was on the edge, I looked pregnant and I was having contractions every 30 seconds. I yelled at him to open the door right away and tried to run to the bathroom. Running another squirt came out of my bladder and then I stopped. He then gently picked me up and took me to the bathroom. Before seating me on the toilet he kisses me. I was very close to freeing myself then but I also wanted to know how much I was holding back. I didn't know how to tell him so I asked him why he wanted to know if I could hold out a little longer. He then confessed to me that he felt aroused to know that I so desperately needed to pee. So I decided to try to wait until my you know what he had not decided to give up containing such pressure. So I told him to get me a container so in case of need I would not have pissed on the floor of the house. I tell him I wouldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes without a distraction. We then went to see something on TV. While I try to think of something else he does not take his eyes off my bladder and at a certain point begins to touch it. I had taken off all my clothes to leave as much room as possible for my bladder to expand. Then when he begins to touch me under there I feel a very strange sensation and then suddenly I feel that I am about to have an orgasm. I stop him immediately because if he had gone on I would never have been able to stop myself. He tells me that he is sure I can resist a lot more and puts his arm behind my back and with the other hand pushes on my now protruding bladder to incredible levels. I feel excruciating pain and scream. He lets me go but the pain doesn't go away right away. I remain motionless until the pain becomes throbbing and then disappears. He tells me he wanted to show me that my bladder can hold a lot more and withstand more pressure. He was incredibly right because when the pain went away I felt so much better than before and my bladder hadn't let a drop come out. Then we stayed there an ' another half hour until I reached my limit I felt that I could not resist for another minute I put my hand on the bladder while and as soon as I added a little pressure a strong jet came out wetting the floor . I screamed at my boyfriend that I would not resist for another second. I tried to get up but a longer and more powerful jet than before and ran away. I think I have never tried such a thing it is as if I have no more control over the my bladder. I couldn't even speak but luckily my boyfriend brought the bowl to me so I was finally able to free myself. It was a feeling of indescribable pleasure. Do you think I finally managed to hold back? "
I:" wow, but it's unbelievable. I would have had at least 1.6L or maybe even more. "
S:" 1720ml. "
I: If this was your first time, I don't dare imagine how far you can go. "
S:" No, I really think that's my limit. I no longer had any control. "
I:" I assure you that with a little training you can also get great improvements. "
Chapter 4
In the following weeks she was always quite desperate on the way back and always unbuttoned her pants. After a while I began to notice that she could pretend better and better that she didn't need to go to the bathroom. She no longer unbuttoned her pants but her bulging bladder betrayed her pretense.
In particular, her bladder seemed to grow over time as did her composure.
March 22, 2017
It seemed like any other day when
Sofia receives a message that looks upset but says nothing about it.
When we arrive at the station I get off the greeting and go to get the scooter.
I was about to leave to go home when I see her walking.
I: "Didn't anyone come to get you?"
S: "No, my boyfriend wrote me earlier that he can't come so I have to walk home."
I: "Get in the back, I'll take you."
S: "But I don't have a helmet."
I: “So would you prefer to walk for an hour?
Anyway, we take back roads and I go slowly, if you want we should do it in 15 minutes. "
Perhaps her bladder is too full to refuse the offer so he accepts.
I help her up and leave.
I feel her hard swollen huge bladder press on my back.
Despite the added pressure and her legs spread, she says nothing about her urgent need to piss.
The secondary road for some stretches was not asphalted and had several holes.
With each jolt I felt her legs tighten around me.
Towards the end he was really on the edge: he was trembling, trying desperately to close her legs and clasping her hands on me as if in severe pain.
We arrive and helped her to get off.
I: "Are you okay?"
S: "Yes, thanks for the ride."
I: "Is anyone home?"
S: "No, why? Did you want to enter? "
I: "If you don't have anything to do, if you want I could stop for a while since I'm here and I've never seen your house."
S: "Sure, go inside."
Once inside she shows me the whole house and she now seems very calm despite the pressure inside her bladder.
S: "Do you want something to drink?"
I: "Yes, thank you."
We both drink iced tea.
S: "Go ahead as if you were at home, I'll go to my room for a moment to get something more comfortable."
She goes into the bedroom and makes no sign of approaching the bathroom.
After 10 minutes he returns with a much more comfortable jumpsuit than the jeans he wore before.
Her shirt was tight enough that he could see that the bulge in her bladder was gone or at least diminished.
I was wondering at this point if he had used a basin in her room.
I ask to go to the bathroom and then step out of her room but there doesn't seem to be anything strange.
We sit on the sofa and to take the remote control on the opposite side I lean on her belly.
I feel something incredibly stiff: her mighty bladder is still full to the limit despite her pretending nothing has happened and her bulge has strangely diminished.
After a while I ask her if she should go to the bathroom but she tells me she is fine.
It's been over an hour and I should go but I can't without knowing.
At that moment a message arrives from her boyfriend telling her that she will go directly to her house without going through there.
I: "Were you holding your pee because you thought he would come here later?"
S: "Why do you say I have to go to the bathroom?"
I: "I didn't say you have to go to the bathroom yet but I first felt your huge bladder pressing on my back on the scooter and another hour went by without you going to the bathroom."
S: "It is now becoming a habit to push my bladder to the limit but I think this time I will do it for myself?"
I: "That is?"
S: “When I can't resist anymore my boyfriend enjoys torturing you until I can't resist anymore and piss on myself.
I think I have improved a lot but I can never measure how much I can hold back.
Today I have decided to go beyond all limits without additional difficulties to see how far I can push my bladder even though I fear that by staying home alone I will end up giving up. "
I: “Great, I'm sure you'll get to over 2L. If you don't feel embarrassed, I'd gladly stay to help you. "
S: “I think a little help would be useful. Stay here tonight and we'll go to university together tomorrow. "
The evening continues and she doesn't seem full at all.
We order takeaway and drink a liter of water during dinner.
In the meantime, I had to go to the bathroom again.
After dinner he suddenly begins to demonstrate how difficult it is to hold back such a quantity of pee.
He frequently changes positions, keeps her legs crossed and one hand every now and then tries to help her muscles hold every single drop.
I: ”It's starting to get difficult. How long have you not been to the bathroom? "
S: “It's been 15 hours now. I went this morning at 7 but managed to resist much longer. "
She is very confident even though her situation seems to have worsened enormously in the last hour.
At 10.30 she can no longer sit still and continues to walk around the room.
S: "I think I'll go to sleep."
I: "You will never be able to sleep !!!"
S: ”I think so. I haven't told you my trick yet. "
She says keeping a hand fixed on her vagina as she approaches the bedroom.
Once he reaches the room he undresses to put on her pajamas without asking me to leave.
Under the suit he wears something unexpected.
I: "What is that?"
S: ”It's my secret. A band to compress my bulging bladder.
My boyfriend gave it to me. When I take it off I will have relief for about half an hour and I plan to fall asleep. "
When he removed the bandage, her bladder suddenly increased.
Now her bladder was the size of a soccer ball and extended to above her navel.
S: "I feel much better now," he says, gently poking her bladder with her right hand.
I: "Can I touch it?"
S: "ok."
I slowly approach and feel her perfectly round rock bladder protruding from her belly.
S: "Press as much as you want I can hold back a lot more."
I don't have it repeated twice and I apply pressure to the center without getting any effect.
S: "Actually try to throw a punch at me."
I: "Are you sure?"
He nods.
I hit her hard enough to decrease her bulge by an inch but she doesn't seem to have felt the blow.
S: "I told you my boyfriend likes to torture me," she laughs.
S: "Now I'm going to sleep there will be fun tomorrow."
I go out and go to sleep on the sofa.
The next day I wake up at 8 but Sofia is still asleep. Appearance.
It is now 10 but she still has not left her room in the meantime I raise the temperature of the house to help her hold back more.
At 10.20 am I hear shouts: "Help!"
I: "Are you okay?"
S: “No, I'm exploding. Give me a hand to get out of bed. "
Her bladder is now something indescribable.
It protrudes from her belly by 10 cm starting from above the vagina to 5 cm above her navel.
Now its bulge has taken on a perfectly spherical shape trying to expand where it is possible.
I help her to get up with great difficulty because she cannot increase the pressure on her bladder.
S: "I'm not there anymore you have to take off my panties: the elastic is killing me."
I: "I can't do it you have a boyfriend."
S: "I can't bend over and you said you'd be here to help me so: take off my panties !!!"
Surprisingly, the panties are perfectly dry.
I slowly remove her panties revealing her perfectly shaved vagina. Both the bed and the panties have no traces of leaks and I understand that she can still resist S: "It's very late help me get to the bucket that then we have to go to university." : "Don't even think about giving up. I'm going to push you to the limit like you told me yesterday."
Her face looked terrified at first but then she accepted because she knew she wanted it too.
I then locked the bathroom and left the bucket inside and put the key in my pocket.
As time passed her bare bladder continued to expand relentlessly and she could no longer express anything but her desperate need to free herself.
At 12 noon she was in tears and for the first time she begged me to open the door so she could get the much needed relief.
I: “You know you can't piss until you reach your limit. It is for this reason that I am here. "
S: ”But I've already crossed all limits !! The pain is very strong and I am exhausted. When will you let me go? "
I: “Until you really reach the limit I have already told you. Only when the strength of your sphincter can no longer contain the pressure or when your kidneys start to ache. "
As time passed her bladder will expand as if he has no limit like other humans.
The bulge starts from the vagina and protrudes more and more going towards the navel and then returns flat about 6 cm above it.
The most protruding point is just below the navel which is now pushed outwards by the pressure as if it had overturned.
S: "Please give me a chance to free myself I'll do whatever you want."
I: “So if you want, let's do this. Since we skipped today's lessons, now you have to study the chapter that was done in class and then solve the exercise at the end of the chapter. When you tell me the correct answer I will give you the key but for each wrong answer you will have to drink a liter of water. So it's not worth trying. "
S: "But it will take more than two hours and now I can't think anymore !!"
I: "If you prefer you can always wait to reach your limit as we were doing."
After 5 minutes he decided to start studying.
She was sitting with her legs spread almost 180 degrees so that she could slowly lean towards the desk without applying additional pressure to her exhausted bladder.
After 2 hours she had managed to finish reading the chapter and now the exercise was about to begin.
Due to her tremendous effort, her hand trembles and her pen falls and without thinking he bends suddenly to catch it.
She immediately screams in pain and her face looks like someone stabbed her in the belly.
Despite everything, not a drop comes out of her iron organ.
I pick up her pen and invite her to continue.
After 10 minutes of silence she has incredibly recovered and starts doing the exercise.
After another 20 minutes he gives me the answer and gets up and goes to the bathroom without saying a word.
I: “Are you sure you don't want to double check your answer? Do you know that if it is wrong you will have to drink a liter of water? "
S: "Read that fucking correct answer right now and open the door for me !!"
Her confidence makes me fear that he has solved the problem and so I try to stall.
S: "I know what you are doing but the agreements are agreements NOW you have to see that answer if it was wrong I would even drink a liter of beer."
I don't know what to do she's too sure of herself and I don't want this amazing game to end now.
He comes towards me and takes the key from my pocket.
I just have to read the answer ...
She has turned the key and is opening the door.
I immediately run to block her by taking her by the shoulders.
I: ”You can't do that !! Not yet. And in any case your answer is wrong. "
Falls to the ground.
I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Unfortunately there is no ending yet and I would like to hear some ideas to push Sofia to the limit. |
Like last time the story is translated and therefore there may be errors. There would have been so many things to write about Sofia, but I hope you don't mind how I chose to end this story. Towards the end it becomes perhaps a bit too absurd but that's the beauty of the stories.
I inserted an image that I used as a reference but it is about a pregnant girl so you can not even look at it.
I: "I warned you that it might be better to check your answer again, now as penance you will have to drink a litre of water or rather of beer, it seems to me that I said."
Sofia was on the ground almost in tears.
S: "That's not possible. I'm sure the answer I found is correct. Let me see the solution now."
Sofia gets back up and with determination snatches the book from my hands to immediately check if I was lying. Unfortunately for her, she had made a small distracting mistake towards the end that caused her to find an incorrect answer.
I: "Now that you wanted to see the answer obviously the deal is off and this bathroom will be closed for quite a while longer. However, look on the bright side you made up for today's lesson and what's more it seems to me that your bladder is still well within its physical limit."
Sofia in fact is now standing and holding the book with both hands while her bladder contains within it a pressure that no one would have been able to resist even for a fraction of a second. Only her indefatigable sphincter prevents the huge bulge, which makes her look like she is now many months pregnant, from emptying onto the floor.
After dropping the book to the floor she remains silent watching her bladder bulge to levels she thought impossible for her. Her extremely swollen belly reminds her why she had asked me to stay with her. So that she could cross boundaries she could never reach on her own.
S: "Thank you!!! If you hadn't been with me I wouldn't have been able to get through this morning and instead it's already 14.00 and I'm still able to go on without holding my hands. I don't know how much longer this moment of lucidity will last so remember that under no circumstances should you let me go to the bathroom until I can no longer hold my pee one second longer. You can't even remotely imagine how difficult, painful and exhausting it is to stop your body from releasing itself after 31 hours of holding back so much pee. So I know that only you will be able to understand when it's time to measure how much I'm holding back because I won't be able to reason anymore. I trust you completely. From now on I will be your slave."
Immediately she pushes her hands into her vagina as a grimace of pain appears on her face. Since her concentration is now completely back on controlling her bladder I don't have to worry so much about trying to hide my now constant erection.
With this latest lesson ploy I managed to gain a couple of hours but I need to come up with something else to help her think about something else.
I walk her over to the couch and ask her to wait and hold on until I make her some lunch.
Before I walk away I ask her if I can feel how hard her bladder is.
S: "I told you you can do whatever you want and I will obey you don't need to ask my permission." she whispers.
It seems to be a dream come true but although I would like to press on her bladder to see how much she is able to withstand despite the pain I know I have promised to help her push her capacity to the max.
I then approach a hand to the top of her swollen belly near her navel. Her very smooth skin is stretched over a mass of liquid absurd for a human being. As I slide my hand down she lets out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure. It feels like touching a marble sphere that now protrudes almost 11 cm. I slide down to her vagina and can't stop. I move her hands and slip two fingers inside her as her moans of pleasure increase. I now feel her internal muscles pulsing rhythmically as they try in every way to avoid the inevitable pee coming out.
I stop myself otherwise I might drive her to the point where she can't take it anymore and go make some food while she stays labored on the couch.
After 25 minutes I go to help her get up to get to the kitchen. Her gaze is lost in emptiness as she thinks of only one thing. As I helped her sit down in the kitchen I notice that she has started to sweat noticeably despite the temperature not being too hot. She sits with her legs spread as she continues to hold her vagina with her left hand. due to the bulge being too prominent she is unable to get too close to the table otherwise it would press against her bladder.
I bring her a plate of pasta and then pour a half-liter of beer into a mug.
S: "You're kidding!!! There's no way that beer can fit in here." shesays pointing to her bladder.
I: "Not only are you going to drink all of this but then I'm going to pour you another pint as agreed."
Her face is shocked realizing what that mistake she made earlier would cost her.
During lunch she drinks very little and by the end the first mug is just under halfway through.
I: "In this way you will prolong your suffering unnecessarily. Finish that beer immediately," I order her.
Without saying anything Sofia obeys and in one gulp empties the mug.
So I pour her another half liter of beer and she immediately starts drinking it. When she's halfway through, she stops.
Her legs are now shaking as she now uses her right hand to try and support the weight of her immense bladder. Her body is refusing to take in any more fluids and she is now drenched in sweat. She lets out a terrifying scream as she bends forward slightly.
I: "What happened? Are you feeling okay?"
S: "I can't say I'm okay but I can keep going." she says gritting her teeth.
S: "This had never happened to me before. I felt like my whole body was pushing this pee baby out of me. I think I had something very similar to contractions at the end of a pregnancy."
I: "Are you sure you want to continue?" I ask her frightened.
S: "I'm not going to give up on the best of things," she tells me, hinting at a smile that is immediately erased by another contraction with which her body desperately tries to end this crazy hold.
Aware that she was perhaps the first woman to experience those sensations due to an overfilled bladder and with newfound determination she finished her beer and slammed the empty mug down on the table.
S: "What do we do now?"
I already knew what I wanted to do.
I: "There is only one thing that is stronger than your determination and that is your pride so go take a shower because we are going out for a walk."
Without hesitation she nods and holds out a hand for me to help her get up. I accompany her into the shower and wash her because in her condition she is not able to move much. The water hitting her protruding bladder causes her to wince but it's the sensation of water running over her vagina and then falling to the floor that drives her crazy. Like she's pissing an endless stream but without feeling any relief. Her legs are shaking and she almost can't stand anymore as I wash her.
With my hands I feel her tiny shoulders shaking from the effort and then her small, almost non-existent breasts. Her turgid nipples express the pleasure she is feeling while the rest of her body seems to express only suffering. Beneath her boobs something completely disproportionate to the rest of her skinny body. Her bladder starts about 8 cm above her navel. It expands from side to side and down to her pubis. At its widest point it now protrudes 13 cm as beer was relentlessly pumped from her kidneys.
Once the shower is over I carefully dry her off without pressing on her bladder but she still gasps when I pass that area.
I have her wear a loose-fitting dress that doesn't cinch at the waist. Of course, I don't make her wear panties or pants that would be too tight for her right now. Finally, I have you wear comfortable shoes.
During the walk Sofia hardly speaks at all and her breathing becomes increasingly labored. She has started sweating a lot again but that doesn't stop her bladder from expanding again. Everyone who crosses her seems convinced that we are a couple about to have a baby or maybe twins.
After more than an hour she seems to want to shut me down to come back but she doesn't because she knows she has to respect what I decide.
The contractions in the meantime have become more and more frequent and are now about every 12 minutes.
After a while I decide to go home to avoid causing her an accident without having the chance to measure how much she's holding back.
On the way back we pass a young girl of about 24 years old who looks maybe a few months pregnant.
Girl: "Sorry to bother you." she says to get our attention "I see you are also pregnant, how soon is the delivery due?"
Sofia looks very confused but obviously in her state she is barely able to formulate a sentence.
I.: "Not long now. Sofia is in her eighth month." Thanks to the huge bulge in Sofia's belly clearly visible even under her dress the girl she just met believes it without difficulty.
Meanwhile Sofia tries to muster up all the energy she has left to try and sustain that conversation.
S.: "Yes, not long now. I feel like I'm going to explode. You have no idea how hard it is when it's moving and kicking. It almost feels like it wants to come out right this second."
Girl: "It must be great to be able to hear that. I can't wait for that moment. I can try to feel it. ”
Sofia blanches when she realizes what is going to happen but she can't find a good excuse to stop that girl from touching her pressurized bladder so she just nods.
The girl reaches over and places her ear in the center of Sofia's belly. Sofia begins to bite her lips as the girl begins to apply further pressure to her dilated organ.
Girl: "Amazing I can feel his heart beating but maybe it's just an impression. There it is! I felt it. I felt it kick."
Obviously she was only feeling the continuous thrusts with which Sofia's involuntary muscles tried to push the pee out of her vagina and finally a powerful contraction caused by the increased pressure.
The show is fantastic but I intervene because otherwise Sofia could lose control not even being able to help herself with her hands.
I: "Sorry to interrupt you but unfortunately we are late and we really have to go."
girl: "Yes, of course. Sorry for my intrusiveness but you've made my day. Until next time." she says walking away.
Sofia doesn't utter a word as we immediately make our way home.
However, the turnaround time is more than double due to the fact that she is forced to walk very slowly and stop often to catch her breath.
We are home at 19.00 with 36 hours of pee still sealed inside Sofia's abnormal bladder.
When I take off her dress the show I find in front of me is wonderful and chilling at the same time. The beer has managed to further expand her belly which now protrudes at least 20 cm. Her navel is completely turned outwards to recover every available space and the skin is stretched until it is transparent enough to allow me to see the veins underneath it.
Spoiler
The contractions are coming now about every two minutes. I have her lie down in bed because she is no longer able to manage any muscle other than the sphincter. She doesn't even have the strength to help herself with her hands or squeeze her legs together.
I wipe the sweat on her body with a towel being careful not to get too close to her bladder.
Her open legs allow me to clearly see her vagina pulsing at an exhausting pace so I don't lose control for even a split second. Without her realizing it I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and place a bucket in front of her so that I'm ready for when she loses control.
The increasingly frequent contractions are now every minute. I hold her hand as I see in her tear-wet eyes the determination that allows her to continue.
S.:” If I can't distract myself I'm going to give in in a few moments," she whispers, "and with all the sweat I've been working up, my throat feels dry."
An absurd request in her condition but I immediately bring her a half-liter bottle of water that she starts sipping.
To help distract her the only thing left for me to do is to start stimulating her vagina. I gently massage her aroused clit as I feel her steely muscles contracting relentlessly to prolong a battle they would soon lose.
The contractions are now pretty much constant and in the meantime she emptied the whole bottle.
As I continue to keep her aroused but without giving her an orgasm, which would surely cause her to lose control, I begin to run over her belly with my other hand.
By now the pressure has reached such levels that she can't even feel my hand. I'm touching an extremely dilated steel bladder that now protrudes 22 cm from her abdomen that is not emptied only thanks to the strength of will of Sofia and the ability of her muscles to counteract the endless signals that her exhausted body sends her.
At 9 p.m., after 38 hours of agony, even a queen of the bladder, as Sofia proved to be, has to surrender. At the end she opens her eyes wide and looks at me. At that point she loses consciousness while her dam gives way making a huge stream of pee explode in the bucket.
Her muscles could finally relax after a time that must have seemed interminable.
Although her bladder can finally relieve the pressure it has been under, her sphincter muscles begin to spasm, briefly interrupting the flow, as if not accepting defeat.
After a few seconds she recovers and almost instantaneously interrupts the flow of pee with a scream to testify the effort needed to deny herself the longed-for relief.
Sofia is still desperate despite there is already almost a liter of pee in the bucket. Her bladder still protrudes a lot from her usually flat belly but at least the contractions don't come anymore. A growing desire to get rid of everything pushes her to close her legs but I block her immediately forcing her to resist only with the forces that remain in her exhausted sphincter.
By now it doesn't matter to resist so without mercy I place both hands on her dilated bladder and start to press.
I am now leaning heavily on her but that is not enough to defeat the strength of a bladder queen.
I then begin to stimulate her clitoris until I bring her to orgasm.
With a shout of pleasure she arched her back making the size of her dilated bladder stand out even more, which she still managed to prevent from emptying.
She then falls onto the bed and holds on for another 30 seconds as her body is shot through with spasms of pleasure. Finally she loses control for a second time.
She begins to have a series of orgasms as her still visibly dilated bladder continues to deflate. After 3 minutes the last few drops of pee end as Sofia continues to be in ecstasy and have orgasms.
Eventually she falls asleep.
In the bucket there are a total of 3.35 liters of pee that would be an enormity for any strong boy with a large bladder but that is absolutely stunning for little Sofia who managed to get such a result only thanks to her constant training. |
(thanks to @AuthorFaust for proofreading and helping me come up with a title)
Chapter 1-Luck is a harsh mistress
“Shit, shit...”
Jill’s contract was supposed to be from 9 to 5, yet it was 8 pm and she had just finished her shift a few minutes ago. “Workplace ethics, we can’t be slacking off, leave no pending task!” was the justification for unpaid overtime. The store had been short on staff for the past few weeks after a particularly bad fit from one of the managers, so they were making sure that every worker was milked for all they were worth, something the staff reluctantly agreed to, lest they were left without a job. She was sure she could sue them if she put some effort into making a labor board complaint, Jill had read that once somewhere.
“Who knows how long that’d take, and no one listens to what cashiers have to say anyways. It’s easier to just do the extra time anyways.”, she said to herself whenever the idea came to her. Some would call it cowardice, she'd call it not losing her job.
Her long braided brown hair swayed up and down from her hurried walking, her work shoes tapping loudly on the pavement for each step given. She then readjusted her big round glasses, which were slightly sliding down her nose, and the big green eyes behind them started inspecting the buildings around her, before Jill resumed her tense walk.
She usually only had to stay over ten, fifteen...twenty minutes or so tops, no big deal. But today things at the store had been more hectic than usual. Right before closing, an angry customer hurled a milk carton at her, slightly dirtying Jill's khaki pants and some of her blue shirt, shouting that she was taking too long at check-out. Someone had to clean that. Then, her supervisor told her to help with some boxes that hadn’t been unloaded yet. She wasn't even properly trained, even picking up a regular box would already put some strain on her back. But after feeling like her soul and savings were being ripped out of her from sheer glaring, she wasn't able to say no.
After loading and unloading several boxes, the sun set and Jill was finally able to finish her shift. She had just missed the bus, so she thought she could wait until the next one arrived. After an hour, she was told by a municipal worker that there weren't going to be any more buses until the next day. Jill was forced to walk back home, since there was no way she would pay of a cab with her current salary. The walks back home were never pleasant, since her feet were usually hurting from all the time she had spent standing up. Sure, she had a chair, but they weren't allowed to use it a lot because according to management it was "unprofessional". Coupled with the pain of her thighs, there was also a heavy pulsing sensation in her lower abdomen.
In between all the angry customers, heavy bags, rushed lunches and coworkers in need of help, she hadn't found time to let go of all the coffee she had been drinking in order to keep up with work, which grew heavier as the hours went by. By the time she got asked to move boxes, she was already feeling pretty full, but just let it sink into the back of her mind, hoping she wouldn't have to squat much. Jill was usually pretty good at keeping her bodily needs at bay, after all, admitting she needed to go to the bathroom had always been a great source of anxiety in her; it was as if they were looking at her on the toilet.
"What if people outside can hear me? What if someone looks under the stall? What if there's a camera installed somewhere?"
But this same frame of mind had her bursting at the seams in the middle of the street, with no restrooms available. The bars already had enough full bladdered women in them, so they weren't willing to allow relief so freely. Stores were already closing down, public restrooms required spare change (which she didn't have at the moment), and all of the other buildings were residential.
After a few minutes, Jill could hardly keep walking without each step causing her slushing agony, coffee screaming to be released. Her posture was stiff, trying not to lean too much forwards to minimize the pressure of her belt. Cold sweat was running down her forehead from all the stress and embarrasment. She would apply some pressure whenever she was out of sight from prying eyes, but eventually, even that stopped working. At this point, it was going to happen soon regardless of what she had to say, so she had to think, and fast.
At this point restrooms were out of the question. There weren't even any bushes to hide in, urbanization had gotten the best out of the city. But...
"Alleyway...yes, alleyway should be safe..."
After clumsily running to and leaning back on a dumpster large enough to hide her from the city's watchful populace, Jill rushed to undo the belt and pants that had been squeezing the composure out of her. She then hooked her thumbs to the waistband of her green checkered panties. She had always wanted a fancier pair; but these were the fanciest her budget could affort. They would do the job well enough if anyone ever got to see them besides a customer peeping into a careless crouching stance while placing stuff on shelves. After feeling the breeze hit her bare nethers, she quickly squatted down, slightly spread her legs and...
drip...drip...HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
“Ohhhh...”
Relieving herself was always a relaxing process for Jill. There was no one around to demand petty things or to shout at her for messing something up. She was almost angry from having being denied this for so long. All the customers unwilling to wait a single second, all the coworkers only thinking about not getting fired, all the superiors who only saw her as an automaton. For a couple of minutes every few hours, she could allow herself to let her guard down and unwind. She could feel the daily stress gushing fiercely from between her lower lips, dribbling down to her butt and into the pavement, hitting it like a firehose.
Jill worried the stream was too loud, but she was too exhausted and too full to empty at any speed that wasn’t full force, so she just let herself get lost in the flowing rivers below her, letting her back slide down the side of the dumpster, her butt almost hitting the ground. The stream then began to wane in intensity, and became only a slight...
drip... drip...
“...Did I bring any TP?”
Jill wasn’t used to these kinds of situations, she never thought to take precautions in case they would happen. She didn't think of it consciously, but she saw the act of relieving oneself outdoors something only a sexual worker or a homeless person would do. But as she had just experienced herself, it only takes a couple of not optimal choices to invite trouble. She had no choice but to drip dry, hoping it wouldn’t leave anything behind when she pulled her clothes back up. In any case, washing would probably suffice but it was still a worrisome thought.
Then, all of a sudden, she felt a blinding light being aimed at her face, making her almost fall on her own puddle.
”You do know public urination is a crime, right?”
After readjusting her eyesight, she was able to tell what was going on. In front of her there was a tall curvy blonde, hair flowing down her shoulders and exposing her forehead. Her lips were shifting as if she was chewing gum and her eyes were covered by huge black sunglasses that didn't allow to tell much from her expression apart from a certain degree of disgust.
She was wearing a police outfit, a shirt with tons of different tags on them, among which was one that had "S. Pinback" engraved on it. Her hand were covered in leather gloves. Her belt carried many different gadgets, and Jill had no idea what any of they did. Funny enough she couldn't find a gun among them. Below the belt, she was wearing a black combo of pencil skirt, stockings, and high heels.
Were police officers allowed to wear that kind of stuff? Jill had never paid much attention to that kind of thing, so she couldn't really tell. But the woman had such a strong aura to where she didn't feel comfortable to do anything but comply. How she could have such bad luck was beyond her. She then hastily pulled her pants up, trying to keep some semblance of solemnity in front of the law.
”S-so sorry, I swear this doesn’t happen frequently. In fact, it doesn’t at all! Not since I was like, five. But I swear I’m an exemplary citizen, check my tax record if you wi-“
”You have a right to remain silent, not to be annoying.”
Jill then went silent in an instant.
”Listen, I don’t want to make a fuss over this, some dude has been hit with a trash bag like, five blocks away from here; we’re a busy bunch. If you make things easy for me, I can make things easy for you.”
Jill felt relieved to hear she could avoid trouble if she cooperated. She didn't want the incident to have any social or judicial repercussions and hoped she could forget about it eventually.
"Oh, thank you so much!”
”Just pay the fine upfront and we’re good.”
”F-fine?”
Jill had never been involved in any sort of penal matter, let alone paid a fine. But she figured that if she just paid, then all would be good, all the issues would evaporate like the puddle right next to her.
“How much do fines even cost anyways? It can’t be that bad...”, she thought to herself, trying not to think about her worryingly light wallet.
The officer then pulled a notebook from her waist, and began to write.
“That‘ll be one million dollars, honey.”
“...
Ok, one...”
”Million. It’s like billion but for poor people.”
”There’s no way!”
“I’m not going to be told how to do my job by some brat that hasn’t seen a prison outside of Law and Order”
"Actually, I'm not that much of a live action fan..."
"You're making me not much of a "you" fan...Anyways, pay up and we all good, we take credit cards."
Jill had already resigned to a humble life. To have a stable retail job for long enough to where she could retire and then carefully live her golden years away. The thought of more than 5 numbers in her bank account doubled her heartrate, a million dollars felt like her heart was being squeezed by a strong, leathery hand.
"I...don't have that kind of money..."
"Oh, no money..."
The officer put the notebook back in her belt.
"With parasites like you, it's no wonder the economy is in such a rut! Lazy scum that couldn't get the juice out of a lemon even with a squeezer. Pathetic."
Jill could've sworn her boss had said something like that to her once. Then, the cop reached for the bottom of her right glove.
"Any human being could be worth a million dollars if they really set their mind to it..."
Both gloves were then removed, revealing two soft looking hands with long fingers and very sharp, metallic looking fingernails.
"Sure, it's not exactly pleasant, but..."
From behind the glass, Jill could slightly tell two large blue eyes, coldly staring at her, as if she was a cow in a slaughterhouse.
"Luck is a harsh mistress, isn't it?" An unknown voice retorted, to the surprise of both the officer and Jill.
The officer then felt a hand grip her shoulder, which made her jump back. To think someone would so brazenly try to sneak on her. She quickly went into a fighting stance, guard up except with her palms open in a claw, as if she was thinking of using her fingernails as weapons.
"Alright, what is going on?! If any of my clothes touched that puddle, you're fucking done!"
In front of Jill and the cop stood a girl with red wavy short hair, covering the back of her neck. She was wearing a slightly unbuttoned cream colored shirt and ripped black pants with ankle boots to match. Her figure was more modest than the cop's, but still imposing in her own way, like a tennis player, but with sharp hazel eyes that would make you think she'd hit you with the tennis racket.
"You do know it's illegal to assault a cop right?" The officer sneered at the redhead.
"I'll take it into account when I see one."
"Hah?"
"Do you have any mobile card readers on you? You were demanding payment on the spot after all..."
The cop didn't even bother to answer, but just kept her guard up. Jill then got closer to the redhead, who herself turned towards Jill.
"Wait, what's going on?"
The redhead then turned towards Jill.
"Listen, I know shakedowns are scary, but one million dollars? For taking a piss in public? Don't you think something's a bit off there?"
Ms. Pinback then spit the gum she had been chewing for the last few minutes, drew a cigarette from her chest pocket, lit it with a golden lighter, which she then put back into her pocket without averting her gaze from the myserious redhead, not before Jill noticing it was decorated with a cross motif. The redhead met the menacing glare with her own.
"This woman isn't a cop." |
Chapter 2: So Much More
“I should’ve went back at the store...”
An unfortunate piss had gotten Jill caught in a dangerous situation, feeling herself pressed by the auras of the mysterious redhead and the fake policewoman, who in her stance and metallic fingernails, resembled a cryptid more than a regular officer. Before the fake officer could do anything, the redhead quickly took out a red cat case phone from her white leather handbag and aimed the front camera at the three of them, as if to take a selfie.
“Put on a nice smile, girls! Don’t want the crowd to catch you looking rough!”
The fake officer took advantage of the darkness of the alleyway to swiftly put her gloves back on. She was livid at the situation. Did this random woman find out she had to keep her operations secret? How much did she know? The fake officer certainly couldn’t do much about it for as long as the live feed was on. Sure, she could slice that phone to pieces afterwards, but not an instant earlier. The fact a random woman would intervene so brazenly had been enough to catch her off guard for a couple of seconds. But it’s not like the redhead could do much either. After all, she couldn’t throw any accusations if nothing was being done, and fighting after the feed was cut was certainly out of the question for her. And she was sure the redhead was aware of this. A stalemate had just been reached.
“Why are you looking so tense? It’s movie night, let’s go!”
It took Jill an instant and a nod from the redhead to know she was talking to her. Why a stranger would risk so much just to help a random retail worker was beyond her, but she definitely wasn’t going to complain.
“S-sure!”
Jill then rushed to the redhead’s side, away from the blonde imposter.
“Have a good night, officer!” The redhead smugly declared.
If the fake officer wasn’t being recorded right now, she would scratch that look off her face, but secrecy is key to the operations. So she had to play along.
“Y-yeah, stay safe girls!”
She then left the alleyway, a “Bitch!” could be heard in the distance.
“The police doesn’t have any respect left these days... Alright, let’s go!”
As the livestream ended, the redhead began to walk at a brisk pace, Jill following along as best as she could. As soon as the redhead put her phone back into her handbag, she ran a hand through her hair, as if to align any stray strands.
“Wow, that was closer than I would’ve liked!”
Jill looked at the woman that had just saved her from whatever was going to happen. She was a bit nervous around the redhead, but after seeing that she was friendly, Jill decided it was fine to talk.
“Thanks for saving me...I have no idea what would have happened to me if you hadn’t arrived back then. My organs would probably be in some warehouse by now...”
The redhead laughed until she realized Jill really meant what she had said.
“Organs? Oh, you mean the million dollar thing! Nah, it’s...a bit more complicated than that.”
Jill was somewhat shocked. If it wasn’t by selling her organs or something similar, then how would someone like her be worth a million dollars?
“I did say it was movie night, right? Come and I’ll give you the 411.”
“The what?”
“The details of what’s going on. Well, at least as much as I know.”
It hadn't been long, but Jill felt she could trust this woman by now, at least enough to hear her out on whatever was going on. But she still didn’t know something as simple as-
“Hey, what’s your name? Mine’s Jill.”
“Oh right, names. Domino. Just don’t say it out loud if we’re somewhere dangerous, I don’t want to be headshot in the shower or something.”
“That’s a pretty cool name! Unlike Jill. It’s so plain...”
Domino found it interesting that someone could walk properly while having their head tilted 90 degrees downwards, but Jill was used to it.
“They’re names, not trading cards, it’s not that big of a deal. As long as people remember you when hearing it, it works. Whether they run away afterwards, that’s up to you.”
As the two women kept walking, they entered a wealthy neighborhood, filled with three-story houses and lots of greenery. There were many expensive cars parked inside the private gardens laying outside the ample entryways. Jill had always seen the place from afar while going to work, but she had never actually went to it. She didn't have any friends that lived there, and the opulence of the place scared her.
“Does she really live in a place like this?” Jill thought to herself.
After walking for a few blocks, they found themselves in front of a wrecked mansion. The large metal doors seemed like the ones one would see in a graveyard, and behind them, foliage growing unchecked. It looked like it would’ve been just as luxurious as the other houses in the neighborhood a few decades ago.
“Here you go, chez Domino!” The redhead proudly stated in front of the rundown property.
“I-it has a lot of...attitude...”
“People have no sense of aesthetics, I swear... Come inside!”
Jill followed Domino through the tall, metal gates and into a bushy, unkempt garden. Then, Jill saw a wooden building about the size of a hut.
“That’s where I hang out. Clean your shoes before entering.”
“Oh, I thought the rest of your house would look like, you know...”
“It’s the garden, why would the rest of my house look like the garden? Besides, this building is the only part I care about, the rest was just a freebie.”
Jill stopped walking for a second.
“Just a freebie?”
“An old hag gambled the whole thing. It was a bit of overkill, I don’t really need this much space. It looks metal from the outside though, that’s cool.”
Jill wasn’t sure if she had heard that right. Did she really win a whole house in a gamble? Who even makes gambles like that?
“Some people just aren’t made to have nice things, they get a bit loopy.”
Domino opened the door, and behind it, Jill could see a very cozy interior, like a house in the middle of the woods (which, given what was outdoors, it basically was). As they walked past the entrance and into the living room, Jill felt a bit of a pang below her belly. Had they walked for that long? Also, hadn’t she gotten rid of all the coffee back in the alleyway? Jill figured that as long as she could take care of the business with Domino quickly, it shouldn’t matter that much. Her house was about 10 minutes on foot from where they were. While Jill was pondering bladder matters, Domino pointed to one of the three couches. They were covered in a red and white flowery mantle, and looked very sturdy.
“Take a seat, I’ll go grab something.”
“O-okay!”
Jill sat on the flowery couch, while Domino showed up with a metal tray that had a teapot with two cups and some crackers.
“The set came with the house. I wasn’t a tea gal back in the day, but after giving it a try, it’s actually pretty good.”
Jill grabbed the cup and drank gentle sips, she didn't want to push her luck too much. Domino stretched her arms for a bit before sitting down and grabbing a cup herself, munching on a cracker.
“Ok so, I don’t have the full intel on this biz, so it’s subject to change. But it’s still damn good intel, so listen up.”
Domino took a long sip before continuing.
“The wannabe officer wasn’t after your organs or anything. She was after you.”
“Me!? But what did I do?”
“Well, not you specifically, but someone like you. There’s been a bit of scouting going on for a certain kind of young woman.”
“Ah?”
“They must've thought your little incident made for a good show. Taking a piss in public is basically a job interview for these people.”
“These people? Who?”
“I dunno, someone. Again, I don’t know the full details, but they seem to be interested in that sorta stuff.”
“What, peeing?”
“Yeah, I don’t get it either. But it’s on demand. And the people behind it certainly are able to get their supplies. The blonde bitch is only one of their workers after all, and she would’ve sliced us to pieces if I hadn’t played our cards right.”
Just thinking of people like the blonde woman earlier was enough to give Jill shivers. And thinking about how being in such a vulnerable state enticed these people made the shivers worse. What could they want from her besides the obvious thing?. But this also made her curious as to what Domino had to do with it.
“Miss Domino, sorry if I’m asking too much, but how do you know all of this?”
“Don’t call me Miss, we have the same age! Probably.”
“I’m 26.”
“25. See, Miss?”
“...”
“Well, anyways...”
Domino took another sip from the cup before resuming the conversation, Jill decided not to drink any further.
“I’ve gotten caught up in their business before. Once, to be exact. I don’t want to go into the details of how that went right now...”
Domino stared into her cup.
“But they are twisted. And I’ll make sure to dismantle whatever they got going on.”
Jill had her eyes fixed on Domino as she was saying that. For the short time she had met her, she looked like an unstoppable force, and yet something had gotten the best of her to the point of revenge.
“Right now, I’ve been doing research on these people. Keeping an eye on the city and such to see where those bastards pop up. I just wasn’t expecting someone else to be popping right next to them as well.”
Jill stared into the ground. Domino then slumped back into the couch.
“I just wish I had gotten more info. Knowing what one of their goons looks like isn’t of much use. I need something else.”
Jill then remembered something.
“I-I don’t know how useful this might be...But back in the alleyway, I saw the fake officer’s lighter had a golden cross thing going on. Maybe that means something.”
Domino stared into the ceiling.
“Hmm...I can’t say it rings any bells from what I’ve gathered so far. But it sounds like it could be a membership thing. It’s a good lead, if anything.”
Jill nodded as she crossed her legs. It made her happy to know that despite her not-very-glamorous show back at the alleyway, she could still bring some good intel to the table. Meanwhile, Domino looked to the ceiling.
“Hey, it wouldn’t hurt me to have extra eyes in this biz. Mind I keep tabs on you?”
“Eh?!”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to have you do today’s thing on repeat or anything. Just wanted you to let me know if you see anything.”
Jill felt odd hearing that. To think that the redhead could see some use in her. Even if it was for something so trivial, it still felt very daunting. It’s not like she was getting too deep or anything, but still...But by now there was another concern that Jill could ignore less and less, as she was shifting on her seat a fair bit, raising Domino’s attention.
“Uh, you okay?”
“Y-yeah!”
“Really?”
“Ok, so I drank a lot of coffee all day and I thi-“
“First door to the left, don’t get anything dirty.”
“T-thanks!”
Jill tried to get up smoothly, failing somewhat in the process as she staggered a bit due to gravity being unkind to her current condition. She then took off towards the door Domino had pointed to. The bathroom floor was wooden, with walls to match. To the right, there was a tub, various creams, some clothes thrown over the shower rail and a basket for laundry. To the left, there was a sink with a brush, toothpaste and a hairdryer. And in the middle of both...
“Ohh...”
Jill lifted the lid of the pink toilet, swiftly undid her belt and buttons of her pants, which fell on their own weight to around Jill’s knees. Then, she pulled her green panties down her thighs and rested her butt on the seat below her.
Psh...pshpshHISSSSSSSSSSS...
“Hahhhh...”
Jill was able to let the recently processed coffee gush from between her legs and hit the water below. She was glad neither this time nor the prior one had stained her underwear, she had been cutting it too close, especially back then. It felt more peaceful to relieve herself without the dangers of being spotted or being extorted by shady people. She could make waters safely in the comfort of the four wooden walls. As her bladder began to feel less distended, Jill began to think about everything Domino had told her. People hunting down women just for doing the very thing she couldn’t help but do that very second. Just for giving in to their bodily needs. There was some fear in her heart from dwelling too much on that thought. Just peeing in a place that wasn’t her house was enough to make her anxious. But now there was this. Jill had heard that lots of women had some sort of concern in regards to voiding outdoors, but to think it could be like this made Jill a bit scared to have so little control about something as simple as peeing. It seemed like there wasn't a safe place anywhere.
Just as her stream dwindled to a dribble, she took a glance at the clothes on the tub’s rail. She could tell apart a sleeveless shirt and a pair of black leggings, but the thing that caught her attention the most was a pair of lacy fuchsia panties, with frills on the leg openings and a floral mesh everywhere except for the crotch area. Jill would die of embarrassment if she ever were to wear something like that. And yet Domino did. Jill couldn't get but question herself in front of that sight. How little she fought back against everything, against everyone that took advantage of her. It made her feel like a coward, like she didn’t have the boldness of the woman past the bathroom door, like how something as simple as clothes made that distance painfully evident. Maybe one day she could wear a pair like that. Maybe, one day, she could be brave enough for that.
Jill pondered these things as she cleaned herself and pulled her panties back up. Is being demure all there is to life?
Domino kept munching on the crackers as Jill threw the door open, and shocked her off her seat.
“Woah! Hey, what happened?! Could've sworn there still was toilet paper...”
“I can help you.” |
Chapter 3-Sneak
Packing bags felt duller than usual to Jill after the events of that night a week ago. She remembered the things Domino told her before leaving the eccentric, undergrowth-covered house.
“There are two ways you can get into these people’s games. The first is to get nabbed on the street, you already know that one. But you’d be starting on the back foot, since the bastards are already giving you an amount to pay. Political corruption is all reaching and all." Domino told Jill, while picking up the empty tea cups on the table.
"Now, the second way is the spicy one. You find one of their staff members in a not fucked up context, and you voluntarily join. They want the show, and with stuff being as sketchy as it is, they don’t really turn off volunteers, unless you're a cop or something. And even then, sometimes even cops get into these things.”
“Wouldn’t it be illegal to be involved in mafia business?” Jill answered, looking at Domino entering the kitchen.
“Well, they make it look like an abduction, so there isn’t an implication of voluntary involvement. And if you’re a regular citizen, they hand it to you in the form of a NGO they have. At that point, the cash is pretty clean. But legality should be the least of your concerns in this kind of thing..." she explained while going back to her couch, sitting down and staring at the ceiling.
"I want the cash. I want to make them bleed.”
She looked pretty cold while saying those words. On the other hand, Jill couldn’t help but be interested. The bagging job she had right now didn’t pay much, and she certainly wasn’t in it for the love of the craft. But a million dollars...maybe she could turn her life around... Domino had given Jill her phone number in case anything interesting popped up or if she needed help...
Needed help...
She pondered these things while pulling her pants up for the umpteenth time that day. Two days ago, she had bought a red thong to wear while working and she still felt anxious that it might be riding up or that her pants might be too low. Lace was too expensive, but sheer ones were cheaper than she thought. It wasn’t much, but she felt satisfied with it as a step into the assertiveness that had dazzled her before. Every step counts, as odd feeling as it might be.
As the sun set, and as she did extra time to clean the baby mush that some woman’s child had thrown to the ground, Jill was finally able to leave home. Fortunately, the bus hadn’t left her behind this time, so she could save herself the trouble of walking back home. She sat on one of the rear seats and waited to arrive at her destination.
But moments after she had gotten her phone out of her pocket, she saw a woman oddly fidgeting in her seat. Her eyes and long, wavy hair were hazel. She was wearing a yellow blouse, a brown dress with a belt to match, a yellow purse and white shoes.
Jill saw a bit of herself in that woman, someone who had been a victim of unfortunate circumstances, forced to fight their bodily needs for who knows how long. And seeing that she reminded Jill of herself, she couldn’t help but wonder...
Jill ran her eyes through everyone on the bus, trying to see if there was anyone suspicious, only to find that no one was acting out of the ordinary.
But then she noticed something.
A woman in a blue raincoat and a white shirt. Her black hair was long, her eyes an icy blue, paired with striking red lips like her high heels. Jill could see from an opening in the woman’s teal crocodile skin purse...
“Is that...a golden lighter?”
As soon as Jill noticed that, she messaged Domino.
“Miss Domino, I think I found one of the golden lighter women!”
“Don’t call me miss! You didn’t take any pics, right?”
“I don’t think she would take kindly to that.”
“Good, she’d probably spot you anyways. Send me your location and keep it on, I’ll be there soon.”
Jill sent her location to Domino as soon as she saw the message and focused on the two women. Was the same thing that happened to her last week going to happen again? As she had those thoughts, the bus made one of its stops and the hazel haired woman quickly jumped out of it. There didn’t seem to be any houses around the stop, just parks and greenery. As the woman left, the bus took off again. Jill wondered if maybe she had overreacted with messaging Domino, after all, shouldn’t the raincoat woman be tailing the other one?
But then the raincoat woman left at the next bus stop. Jill decided to get off the bus as well, trying to not call too much attention, blending in with the other people leaving, following the raincoat woman with as much stealth as a retail worker could. As they walked, a public bathroom was in sight, and they could see the hazel haired woman knocking at each of the stalls.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Anyone there?! Ohhhh...”
The woman was visibly squirming, probably figured she wasn’t going to make it home. But what would happen now? There weren’t any other public restrooms nearby. Would the woman test her luck and move on...? Or perhaps...?
She then hunched over and stood in place, looking as if a wave had just struck her. As soon as she regained some control, she ran out of the restrooms and went behind the building. By now, Jill could tell what the plan was. Should she act now? If the raincoat woman was anything like the fake officer, one wrong step could mean the end of her. Jill messaged Domino again.
“Where u at???”
She didn’t get a reply, but she could her a sound nearby. The sound of an engine on full throttle. Jill could see a person on a motorcycle wearing a dark helmet getting closer to her.
“Ahhh!” Jill raised her guard as if she could do anything against a motorcycle coming at her.
“Shut up, it’s me!”
The motorcycle stopped next to Jill, and the driver took off their helmet, revealing themselves to be Domino. She was wearing golden earrings and bracelets, a sleeveless black shirt, tight black leather pants held up by matching set of leather belt with a golden cat buckle, boots and gloves.
“I thought it would be a good idea to bring some speed!”
Domino stopped next to Jill, checking the surroundings.
“It’s a safe distance, alright, good job. Now, let’s show up before the cork pops, otherwise we’ll be getting a Jill 2. Quick, camera on!”
Jill froze for a bit, but managed to take out a phone in a rainbow case to record the situation.
Domino and Jill got near the raincoat woman, who herself was close to the hazel haired woman, who by now had her hands pulling the sides of her dress up and bunching them in front of her. One could see the damp bottom of a pair of satin pink panties.
“My, my, I thought this would be a solo show...”
The raincoat woman turned her head to look at them. Piercing, condescending blue eyes were aimed at Jill and Domino.
“One million was the base bet, right?”
The raincoat woman and Domino stared at each other, with Jill standing behind the latter. Then, a gush and a moan could be heard from the open legged woman in the distance, panties down to her knees and steam rising up to her face...
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
“Oh, heavens...”
The raincoat woman did not avert her gaze from the women in front of her.
“Pity...They would’ve loved her...
So...a million dollar bet, right?” |
A story I wrote because I was bored
James and his friends Ben, Sophie, and Ava were preparing for their annual camping trip at the end of the year. This trip always took place at the start of July, at the end of a year of university. This was going to be the third year in a row, and the tradition had started during their first year of university, as that was when they had become friends. The campsite was about an hour and a half away by car, and the four of them had decided to leave at around 8 pm, so they would arrive at 9:30. James supposed they had chosen this time so that they would have enough time to set up the tent and cook hot dogs over the fire at around 10, when it was dark enough.
James arrived at Ben’s apartment at about 7:30 to help him pack. He was wearing his comfortable black sweatpants and his Buffalo Bills t-shirt.
“Hey man, can you give me a hand with this sleeping bag?” Ben asked.
“Sure,” James replied. “You should really start packing earlier in the day, you know. Less of this.” He gestured at the pile of camping equipment on the ground.
“You’re probably right, but admit it, you only started being neat when you met Ava.”
This was true. James knew Ben and Sophie were a couple and had been for almost a year, but James wasn’t sure what he and Ava were. The four of them had gone on a few double dates, but James and Ava had only gone as friends. James liked Ava, and it seemed like Ava liked him too, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
“Whatever you say, Ben.”
“You know I’m right.”
The two friends continued packing tents, sleeping bags, water bottles, and various other things they would need. It had been decided the first year that each one of the four would take turns “hosting”. This basically meant everyone met at the host’s apartment and the host’s job was to supply the tent and everything else they might need. Ava had hosted the first year, and James had hosted last summer. Sophie would host next summer break.
Exactly 15 minutes before 8, someone knocked on the door and James got up to answer it. He opened the door to see Ava there.
“Hi there,” he said with a smile.
“Hey, James,” returning the smile. God, she was so great. With her long brown hair and skinny frame, she was one of the cutest girls in James’ year.
“Let me help you with those,” he said, pointing to the bags by her feet.
“Aww, thank you!” Ava said, and passed over her backpack.
A few minutes later Sophie showed up and finally the camping trip could begin.
“Anyone need to go to the bathroom before we go?” Ben asked. “It’s a long ride and we don’t want to stop”.
Everyone but Ava went. “I went a little while ago,” she said.
Finally they were underway. Ben was driving, Sophie was in the passenger seat, and James and Ava sat in the back seats. Everyone was excitedly talking about everything they would do when they go there. Swim, hike, roast marshmell~
“Shit!” Ben yelled randomly. “I forgot to buy marshmallows!”
“That’s OK, man.” James said. “We’ll be fine.”
“No! It’s tradition.”
“There’s probably a grocery store somewhere along the way, Ben,” Sophie said.
They continued driving for another 15 minutes until they found a place. Ben went into the store while the other three of them waited in the car. He came out a few minutes later, empty handed.
“Do I get regular size or jumbo?” He asked.
“It doesn’t matter! Just grab whatever.”
He returned to the car 20 minutes later, holding two bags of marshmallows.
“I couldn’t decide, OK?”
James rolled his eyes, and once the marshmallows were packed they started driving again.
About halfway through the trip, Ava started fidgeting in her seat. James took a few glances at her, and his heart leaped when the thought that she might have to pee crossed his mind, but he decided not to get ahead of himself. She was probably just uncomfortable or warm. For a while he believed it may have been the latter, as she took a few sips of water over the next couple minutes. However, he became convinced that she had to pee over the next while, as she began to look more and more uncomfortable.
Eventually, though, they got to the campsite, and began to unpack. James kept an eye on Ava discreetly throughout the night. She looked somewhat uncomfortable on the beach at sunset, squeezing her thighs together every once in a while, but not looking full on desperate yet. She seemed to be in control during the hot dog roasting, looking like she was trying to ignore her bladder.
At around 1:30 am they settled down for the night, mainly because they were too tired to do anything else that involved any concentration. The tent they were using was rather large, so everyone had enough space for their sleeping bag and backpack. Sophie was on the far left, then Ben, then James, then Ava on the far left. Everyone had been too tired to change out of their day clothes, so James was still in his sweatpants and Ava in her jean shorts.
James had a somewhat hard time falling asleep, and eventually crashed somewhere around 2:15.
James awoke just a few hours later in the very, very, very early morning (somewhere around 5 am) as he was being jostled. He groggily opened his eyes and looked around the left side of the tent. In the dim light he could see that Sophie and Ben were still fast asleep. He slowly turned to the other side of the tent, Ava’s side. To his surprise, he saw that she was awake and moving in her sleeping bag. He was about to say something along the lines of “what the~” when he realized that Ava had to pee. Bad.
Under normal circumstances this still would’ve turned him on, but he went erect as soon as his brain registered that there was a desperate girl lying right beside him.
He kept quiet and listened to the faint sounds of her moaning softly. He quietly raised his head to see the front of her body, and found she was shaking with her thighs clenched together and her hands pressed against her crotch. She was shaking. James felt bad for her, but at the same time he was enjoying her desperation. He could only imagine what she would be thinking.
Ava lay squirming in her sleeping bag for at least another 5 minutes, before ever so slowly beginning to sit up. She quietly rose to her feet, while gasping and struggling to make her way to the front flap on the tent. James could now see the extent of her desperation. She had already leaked a few times into her shorts, by the looks of things. A tennis ball-sized stain was visible on the front of her jeans.
Ava staggered slowly to the front flap of the tent, and as not to make much noise, opened it very slowly.
This was her big mistake. The tent was cheap, and the zipper on the front was not high quality. Opening the flap slowly would often result in the zipper becoming stuck. Unfortunately for Ava, this is exactly what happened.
Ava’s breathing became heavy. Her thighs trembled, almost certainly tired from the continuous effort of holding back a tidal wave. She was forced to remove one hand from her crotch to undo the flap. James had experience with this zipper and knew that it was almost impossible to fix without using both hands. Ava could not remove her other hand from her crotch or it was certain she would wet herself.
Oh my God.
She’s going to wet herself.
The only thing Ava could do was delay the inevitable, and James knew she knew that.
She began crying silently while whispering “No, please. Please! Oh… Oh… Oh my God, please no!”
Suddenly, Ava let go of the zipper and fell into a kneeling position on the tent floor. She continued pleading as an audible hissing began as the steady leaking became a torrent and sounded like rain hitting a tarp.
Ava stayed there for almost two minutes, with one hand continuing to cling to her crotch and the other muffling an embarrassed cry. She started sobbing quietly into her hand, cheeks burning with shame as she stood up inside the tent.
The front of her jean shorts was saturated with urine and the back was sopping wet. Ben started to stir and Ava quickly crawled over to the corner of the tent and attempted to cover the stain with her hands.
Ben stayed asleep, and Ava climbed back into her sleeping bag, crying softly, and at that moment James felt so bad for her he tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Ava.”
Ava sat up in surprise, looked around the tent and saw James, and tried to compose herself. She attempted to her her lower half in her sleeping bag, but after realizing there was no use, blushed and continued sobbing saying “I...I ruined the trip. I’m so, so sorry. I wet myself in front of all of you. What am I, 7? I~”
“Ava. It’s OK.”
“N-no! It’s not OK! I don’t have anything to wear except my pajamas!”
“Ava. Here.” James passed over his spare pair of sweatpants.
Ava stared at them for a few seconds, before taking them and hugging James so tight he thought he might burst.
After getting the zipper to the tent unstuck, James motioned for Ava to go outside and change. She poked her head through when she was done and James came outside.
“Oh my God, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would do with~”
“Ava”. James said, suddenly serious.
“W-what?” Ava asked, blushing.
“I’ve wanted to say this for a while,” James said. “I think you’re really cool and pretty and awesome and I really, really~”
“Like you.” Ava finished. “I like you too, you adorable, sweet, handsome man.”
James was too stunned to even speak.
“C’mon,” Ava said. “Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunrise.”
James smiled, and the two of them walked to the lake. |
Sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed!
Pee desperation at home
Rachel loved trying new things. New foods, different sports, interesting fashion styles. So when Rachel found something called “omorashi” while browsing old forums, she decided to give it a try. It’s not like she had anything to do one the weekends, other than totally-not-stalk her crush Simon on Instagram. Simon was the sweetest guy, and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, either.
Both Rachel’s parents worked on the weekends, so Saturday was probably a good time to try a “hold”, as the omo-fans called it. Rachel had read about omorashi to get a good understanding of what to expect, so she knew that a hold was simply holding in your pee for as long as humanly possible, while drinking plenty of water. Rachel was excited but a bit nervous, as it seemed like kind of a naughty thing to do. She was confident she could last a whole day, though, because she was 18 and she hadn’t wet herself since she was in preschool.
Saturday morning came and Rachel said goodbye to her parents and started preparing for her hold. She filled up plenty of water bottles and decided to upload quick messages every ten minutes to let omorashi fans stay updated on her progress.
Rachel changed into a white bra and panties, some light grey jogging pants, and a simple blue tank top. She let her brown hair fall down across her shoulders and finally, the hold could begin.
Rachael thought that a good place to start would be to play some video games on her Xbox in the basement, updating the people following along at home.
After about thirty minutes, Rachael was feeling quite thirsty, so she gulped down a whole water bottle to quench her thirst and speed up the process.
“This is easy,” thought Rachel. “If this is all that there is to holding, this is going to be easier than I thought.”
Rachel stayed on her Xbox for another hour and a half, chugging a water bottle every half an hour, until she began to feel the urge to pee. However, she still didn’t feel anywhere near desperate, as her bladder was basically just suggesting that “Peeing would be nice, but you’re busy right now so I’ll leave you alone.”
For most of the hold so far, a few people had joined the conversation but then left after a few minutes once they realized Rachel wasn’t desperate at all (yet). This changed once a user by the name of Omolover6529 started privately messaging her, asking if she’d be up for streaming her desperation live on Twitch whilst he made suggestions and would give small donations if she did what he asked. Rachel agreed, partly because getting paid for something she was doing anyway was great, but mostly because this was an omorashi story and nobody would like it if she declined (JK).
She set up a Twitch account and started streaming. She had to admit, it was kind of exhilarating to stream herself doing something so naughty.
Only a few minutes passed before Omolover6529 sent his first request.
“If you drink two water bottles, I’ll donate $10”
Rachel did as he asked, and sure enough as soon as she finished the second bottle she received a $10 donation.
“This is kinda fun,” thought Rachel. “I’m getting paid to do naughty things.”
Omolover6529, however, wanted the desperation process to speed up. His next ask was “Do you have any diuretics in your house?”
As a matter of fact, Rachel’s mom did have a bottle of diuretics in her bathroom that had been prescribed by her doctor. Rachel retrieved the bottle and took a pill with a glass of water. She knew that diuretics worked pretty quickly, but this one? This one was on a whole other level.
It only took around ten minutes for Rachel to start needing to squeeze her thighs together once in a while, and Omolover6529 asking her to drink another bottle wasn’t helping. She decided to turn off the Xbox and go upstairs to her desk and work on some homework she’d been putting off for a while.
Rachel generally liked English, but today’s work was her least favorite kind. She had to answer review questions about a book her class had read, which normally wouldn’t be hard, but her 11th grade teacher was the kind of teacher who likes students to find all sorts of hidden meanings that authors usually didn’t put there on purpose. And to make matters worse, there were four pages of these questions. Simon, however, was a whiz at these questions. Rachel wished that he could be here right now, sitting in a chair next to her, helping her through the work, smiling at her once in a while…
Oh, well. Simon wasn’t here, so Rachel had to do this by herself.
Rachel’s bladder, perhaps sensing that she wasn’t going to go to the bathroom anytime soon, sent an urgent-ish message to her brain. Rachel squeezed her legs together and ignored it, however.
Omolover’s requests were becoming more frequent now, but had shifted away from “Drink some water” to “Stand up so I can see how desperate you are”.
Roughly thirty minutes after sitting down to do homework, Rachel’s bladder was becoming uncomfortably full. Every few minutes she would have to remove one hand from her keyboard to press on her crotch. Rachel was still confident she could last until Omolover said she could pee, which she suspected might be a while.
Omolover waited about thirty minutes before making a request again, but this one was a doozy.
“Do twenty-five jumping jacks and I’ll give you $30”
Rachel was a bit nervous and took a little while to decide. She felt she could do it, but in order to stay dry she had to clench her thighs at all times and every few seconds she had to squeeze at her crotch.
“OK then, I’ll start my twenty-five jumping jacks”.
“One, two, three, four…” Everything seemed to be going well so far. “Eight, nine, ten…” Her poor bladder was being jostled around quite a bit, but Rachel was doing OK. “Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…”
“Ooh, I can barely hold it in,” thought Rachel. “Twenty-two, twenty-three, Twenty-”
“Fuck!” exclaimed Rachel, quickly thrusting her thighs together and jamming her hands against her groin to stop herself from leaking . She stayed like this for a solid ten seconds, then slowly removed her hands to inspect the damage. Nothing visible or her joggers, but Rachel could feel that the crotch of her panties was damp.
Rachel’s bladder, seeming to think that it was time to release, suddenly spasmed, forcing Rachel to bend over and squish her hands between her thighs.
Just then, another request from Omolover flashed across the screen.
“Take a long walk and film yourself the whole time. If you last another hour, you can pee, and I’ll give you $100. If you wet yourself before then, I’ll still give you the hundred bucks, but you’ll have to wear wet pants.”
Rachel groaned and checked her watch. 1:04. If she could just last until 2 o’clock, she could finally pee. Just the thought of release caused her bladder to spasm violently, causing a drop of pee to saturate her panties. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy to hold her pee for the next hour, but if she did she would get a hundred dollars.
“Getting a hundred dollars for doing something I was going to do regardless is a GREAT deal,” Rachel thought. She agreed, put on her sneakers and locked the front door.
Rachel thought it would be a good idea to walk down some of the quieter streets and laneways near her house, so there was a lower chance she’d be seen desperate in public and she would be a quick run back to her house in case she really couldn’t hold it anymore, which Rachel thought could be very, very soon. It was getting harder and harder to hold on and walking around just made it worse. Every few steps Rachel had to stop and squeeze every muscle in her body. She knew that she had definitely leaked a few times since leaving the house and inspecting her crotch revealed a dime-sized wet patch on the crotch of her jogging pants.
A few minutes later, Omolover, who had remained silent for the past ten or so minutes, had now popped up again with another request. The moment Rachel saw it, she knew there was no way she was lasting the remaining forty-five minutes without at least partially wetting herself.
“Stand with your legs spread apart and pee into your pants for three seconds for $50.”
Rachel thought for a moment. Peeing into her pants would be embarrassing, even if it was only for three seconds, but fifty bucks was a decent amount. Rachel decided she would accept, but immediately after she would start heading home. It was too embarrassing to wet herself in public, even for a hundred bucks.
Rachel slowly removed her hand and unclenched her thighs. Her knees were trembling and her whole body was shaking. She reluctantly unclenched her urethra and waited.
She didn’t have to wait long, however, as her bladder had been begging for release for almost an hour now. However, the second pee started dampening her panties, Rachel regretted accepting this challenge. Her face immediately flushed beet red and her left hand returned to her crotch. Peeing herself was the most embarrassing feeling she had ever experienced. Humiliating herself in public simply wasn’t worth a hundred bucks. Rachel couldn’t continue streaming, either. She needed both hands to comfortably hold herself (comfortably being used relatively) so she said a quick goodbye to her viewers and shoved her phone in her pocket.
Rachel had kept her walk within a ten minutes’ run from her house so in case of a bladder emergency or an accident, she could quickly return home. However running with a bladder as full as hers was doomed to fail. Anything other than shuffling slowly caused uncontrollable leaking. Rachel shoved her hands into her joggers, grabbing the crotch of her panties, and surveyed the damage. A stain the size of a tennis ball was extremely visible on the front of her pants. A quick peek at the back of her pants revealed a similarly sized wet patch. Rachel blushed as she realized it was quite obvious to anyone walking by that she was slowly peeing herself. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that there was a large chance that she would completely wet herself before she got home.
No. Rachel brushed the tears away. She was eighteen years old. She wasn’t going to piss in her pants. What was she, four? She was going to make it home, use the bathroom, and change her panties. She was-
“Rachel! Hi!”
Fuck, it was Simon. Usually Rachel would have been happy to see him, but not like this. Not on the verge of wetting herself. She forced herself to stand up a bit straighter and talk to Simon like nothing was wrong.
“Hi, Simon. How are you doing today?”
“I’m good, thanks for asking. Are you OK? You look a little uncomfortable.”
Rachel blushed. “Honestly, I’m moments away from pissing my pants.” It was extremely embarrassing telling Simon that she might piss herself, but Simon knowing was better than him seeing her have an accident.
“Damn. Do you wanna use the bathroom at my house? It’s only a few minutes away.”
Rachel had been waiting to hear that word for hours. She waddled as fast as she could after Simon. He slowed down to walk next to her.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long exactly have you had to pee?”
Just hearing the word “pee” forced Rachel to stop walking and suppress a leak. She blushed harder. “A few h-h-hours, at l-least.” Her teeth chattered.
“Have you, like, leaked at all?”
Rachel quickly removed her hands from her vagina to show Simon the stain on the front of her joggers.
“You let all that leak into your pants, and you still need to go that bad, huh?” Simon said, with something sounding like pity in his voice.
Rachel blushed so hard she thought her head might explode. He wasn’t wrong, though. Even if she made it to the toilet now, the amount of leaking she had endured had made it look like she peed herself already. There were pee stains visible about an inch below where her hands covered her crotch, and her butt felt similarly soaked.
What felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes later, the two of them finally arrived at Simon’s house. Rachel was mere seconds away from losing all control.
“Hurry up, open the door!” Rachel half screamed at Simon.
“Sorry, sorry, just gotta get my keys.”
This was the last straw for Rachel’s poor, overworked bladder. Sensing relief so near made her bladder start spasm-ing into her pants. Rachel cried out in pain and grabbed, squeezed, and pressed at her crotch, but she kept spurting.
Finally realizing that it was impossible to stop peeing, Rachel yanked down her pants, squatted, and released a torrent of urine through her panties. Rachel moaned. It felt so good. After hours of clenching, her muscles relaxed. She squatted on Simon’s porch for a good two minutes, then finally remembered what had just happened. She was sitting half naked on her crush’s porch, pissing off the stairs. Rachel blushed impossibly red and started crying.
“I-I’m sorry, I c-c-couldn’t hold it!” She wailed.
“It’s OK.” Simon said softly. “C’mon, let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”
Simon lent her a pair of his older sister's panties, as her soaked ones were completely ruined, and a pair of track pants. They then proceeded to have a sort of date night at three o’clock in the afternoon. They watched a romantic comedy, and then had sodas on the porch.
“Rachel, I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Uh-huh?”
He sighed. “I think you’re the sweetest, prettiest, smartest girl I’ve ever-
Rachel didn’t let him continue. The two of them embraced in a long, romantic kiss.
It may have seemed like the worst day ever, but Rachel remembered it as her best.
Also, here's an image from bombality that I changed a bit to look like Rachel: |
And so recently and I was covered in this interesting game and decided to create fanfics on this topic. Although of course you can send your suggestions to this topic in full. This is no longer a short story. It's a full-fledged topic.
Story 1
Diona, the young girl bartender, from the Cat's Tail Tavern, was busy, as usual, mixing different liquids to make cocktails. It was common for her to mix something that tasted unpleasant with something good. For example, strawberry juice and swamp sludge. It sounds disgusting, doesn't it, but somehow the drink still tasted perfect. Diona didn't know she had a curse for making delicious drinks. Or rather, she thought of it as a curse, not something that could improve her life.
For Diona, cocktails like this were already something of a regular occurrence. It doesn't matter what you put in it, as long as it looks good. And the curse will do the trick. It adds flavor and takes away the extra stuff. Diona couldn't understand that she had been blessed, so she was indignant at every defeat. And defeat, for her, is the perfect drink for others.
Every step in creating something disgusting still led to perfection. Now she finally got a break and decided to wash up in the fountain in Monshtat's central square. She looked into the beautiful, clear water and smiled. Still, the weather was nice today. The sun is shining, but not much because small clouds are covering it, but they are clearly not for rain.
Soon Diona was called to complete her work day, at which point she felt her bladder filling up. The bladder became heavier and was already causing discomfort. Diona realized that she would have to spend the rest of the day in this position. But there was no way out. Now was the time to work. And here she is again stirring cocktails while standing behind the bar. But with every sound coming from the iridescent drinks, she feels an intensifying urge to urinate. Diona tries not to think about the urge to use the restroom, but it's across from the bar, right in front of her eyes.
- Ugh...It's so hard for me. Gotta focus. - Said the girl to herself.
She feels her bladder almost filled to the top with urine and continues to mix drinks and do her job. She's even getting a little used to the strain on her sphincter. But it doesn't last forever. She performs a toilet dance by her legs behind the bar. Her thighs rub against each other and the liquid is about to come out.
- Excuse me, could I have a glass of dandelion wine? - A familiar voice distracted Diona, and for a time even her dancing stopped.
From the sight of the familiar, the girl seemed to gain a supply of new strength. Eola was sitting across from her, spinning a little childishly behind the bar. It was strange to see her like that. For Eola, it was as out of character as possible. Or rather, it completely contradicted her standard behavior, which was even suspicious. Diona was too surprised and forgot her need. And very, very wrongly, because in a few moments a stream of warm urine hit her panties. Diona held it back without giving it away. Well, she thought she didn't.
- What would you like, Eola?
- Well... I actually asked for dandelion wine? - answered Eola.
Diona could feel her sphincter weakening extremely quickly. It was particularly affected by the urine that had already come out. Her panties, lightly wetted, were now clinging to her body, now not, and soon Diona became unable to hold on and every action she took was accompanied by a small leak. She carefully, trying not to move, poured Eola a glass of wine, and she knocked it over and left for another meeting with Jean.
- Oooh...I can't take it anymore. - The girl unbuttoned the button on her shorts to keep them from pressing against her bladder.
Then she took her hand to her crotch. She began to squeeze firmly between her legs. She took her other hand under her wet panties and began to clasp her urethra. The toilet dance she performed was extremely mesmerizing. It was a combination of everything. From the desperation, to her natural grace, which she respected even in such a difficult situation. But the urine started coming out again, and the girl couldn't stop it. Even the fact that her finger plugged her urethra and acted as a kind of bottle stopper did not matter. Fluid was flowing out anyway. The urine soaked into her shorts, leaving a wet stain on them the size of a gasparus ball.
At this point, Diona began to feel that she had no more strength to endure. And in a moment her bladder, full to the brim, spewed out everything that had accumulated in her body. It began with a few leaks. Here Diona held back the first one. The urine soaked into her shorts, making them wet almost completely. The second spurt was longer in duration and the liquid began to actively flow down her legs. And then after the fourth or fifth, Diona didn't count how many times the urine flowed out of her, her body surrendered.
For more than a minute Diona urinated, creating a puddle in front of all the visitors and in front of Margarita. No matter how hard Diona tried to restrain the fluid accumulated in her body, her attempts went nowhere. A finger jammed into her urethra played no part. Soon her urine stopped coming out. Diona ran out of the tavern in her wet shorts. Soon she was just huddled in her room, crying lightly. She couldn't believe she had wet herself. After all, not looking at her height, she was already a grown-up girl. And she couldn't believe this had happened to her.
- Diona, open to me. It's me, Margarita.
But the door was unlocked, and Diona saw the hostess of the tavern. Margarita sat down next to her and hugged Diona. A smile flashed across her face.
- Where did you run off to. No one is laughing at you. - Marguerite literally didn't let Diona say the phrase
But the little neko only hugged Marguerite and cried lightly. Diona clearly needed a day off. What happened today she did not want to see even in her worst nightmares.
Well, now it's time for some comments. Oh, and in those you can throw in a few of your stories and ideas, if you have any. |
Resident Evil: The Raccoon City Police Newbie’s Puddle
Note: all these characters are based off the ones from Resident Evil. The story below is using them but is made up and not based off any Resident Evil game. The story is mine take on a horror omo story.
Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 and wearing his dark blue police uniform with black briefs. He had long dirty blond hair that laid in his left eye and bright blue eyes, like diamonds.
Leon’s first day at work couldn't be any worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him, then he got foolishly drunk and was late to work, and now a zombie outbreak in the city happened that wiped out most of the city.
Which is now why Leon sat at a desk in the lobby of the the Racoon Police Department sketching on a notepad at 3am. Leon was up on watch making sure no zombies attacked Chris, Claire, and Jill while they slept.
The only two good things about being trapped in the Police Department was there were plenty of pens and notepads for sketching and the back up generator powering the station. So with a dim desk lamp and a pen and notepad, Leon sat in the lobby sketching.
This would be fine with Leon if he didn't have to pee. He couldn't sneak away to the stations bathrooms, as if there was an attack his friends would be left helpless and he didn't want to risk peeing on the floor as someone could wake up and see him exposed. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude and disrespectful. So Leon sat at the desk and held it.
Leon tried to focus on his drawing and it worked at first but what seemed like an hour was only three minutes. Leon sighed and crossed his legs knee over knee, right over left sitting at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before Claire would wake up to take over for him and he could go to the bathroom.
For now Leon had no choice but to sit there with his legs crossed knee over knee and hold it. Leon continued with his sketch but not as detailed, as his mind was now focused on holding his pee. Leon's need wasn't super bad yet but it was enough where if it was any other situation he would already have used the bathroom and it was bothering him. Leon uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way.
This lasted for 30 minutes until Leon couldnt sit still. Leon had to pee like a race horse. He clicked the pen closed and closed his notepad in annoyance and stood up holding himself. At least if he stood up he could move around and hold himself Leon thought. But as Leon stood up he heard a loud growl from behind him. Leon quickly turned around to see a zombie coming at him but what was even worse, the zombie’s growl startled him so much he leaked. In horror Leon grabbed himself to stop the leak.
Leon cussed under his breath and stopped the leak but he could tell his black briefs were now wet. Another growl brought his attention back to the zombie. Even though it was slow it was making good ground. Leon took out his knife and made his way to the zombie. When he got to it Leon shoved it to the ground and stabbed it in the head a few times. Once it was dead Leob stood back up and remembered just how bad he needed to pee.
Leon couldn't believe the zombie scared him enough he peed his pants some. Leon looked down at his dark blue police uniform pants. Not even a penny size wet spot was between his legs but Leon sighed in relief as he knew he could easily have that small of a spot.
Leon went back to holding himself and paced around the stations lobby, where his friends slept on the opposite side. Leon was now doing a full on potty dance, he needed to pee so bad. He glanced up at a statue that was watching over them, thank god you are a statue and can’t see me Leon thought.
Unaware to him, leaks spurted out of him every few minutes soaking his black briefs and blue police uniform pants. Leon was now crossing his legs standing when he stopped pacing to turn around. Leon was now using all his strength and construction to hold his pee.
Another 30 minutes passed and Leon was in bad shape. He was twisted up like a pretzel trying to hold on. But he was slowly losing the battle. When another zombie growled. But this time Leon got scared enough to jump and lose it all. Leon was to shocked to do anything as pee flooded out of him effortlessly with a loud hiss, soaking his black briefs even more and his dark blue police uniform pants turning them almost black. He felt his face go bright red as pee run down his legs filling his black shoes as well as soaking his black socks and black shoes. Pee pooled at his feet on the tile lobby floor of the Raccoon Police Department. Leaving behind a giant pee puddle on the tile floor.
Leon was to scared and startled he didn't hear a gun go off stunning the zombie so someone could easily stab it in the head. He was still peeing at full force as a hand was laid on his shoulder. Leon jumped in fear as turned around to see Claire. Leon turned bright red in embarrassment and tried to talk but only stuttering came out.
Claire smiled warmly “It’s okay Leon, accidents happen to us all” but Leon shook his head “not to me and epically not from being too scared of a zombie!” Claire tried to refuse that and comfort Leon but Leon pushed her away as he finished peeing and stormed off. Claire tried to tell after him that it was to dangerous to go off on his own but Leon was already gone.
Leon made his was to the stations bathrooms. Since there was a generator, the hot showers still worked and Leon had to clean himself. He made his way to the bathrooms and ran into two zombies. Leon pulled out his gun and shoot one and stepped the other. But the one he shot didn't go down and tackled Leon to the ground. Leon fought; but the zombie was overpowering him. Leon would have gotten killed if it was not for Claire waking up Jill to follow him and shooting the zombie in the head twice.
Once the Zombie was dead she walked over and helped Leon up. Leon glared at her as she helped more his dirty hair out of his blue eyes “I had it under control, I didn't need your help. Why don't you to back to the others”. Leon pushed her aside and stormed off again. Claire knew Leon was just acting out since he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but feel hurt. So she left and slowly made her way to the others.
Leon finally made it do the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off. His shoes seemed to have a ocean of pee in them. Leon poured the pee out of them and into the sink. He then took his uniform off but left on his back briefs and started at his almost naked body in the mirror. His eyes concentrated on the wet fabric. He could see his black briefs shine with piss in the reflection. Leon couldn't believe he got so scared he couldn't hold it and peed his pants.
Leon took a seat on the bathroom bench in only his pee soaked black briefs and crossed his almost naked legs right over left, hiding his black pee soaked briefs. He couldn’t believe what had happened and to make matters worse he yelled at Claire. Chris would for sure kill him for yelling at his little sister. And Claire definitely didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to comfort him. Leon put his head on his hands and loudly sighed. After a minute he uncrossed his legs and walked over to the showers.
Leon took his briefs off and put them and the rest of his uniform in the stations washing machine, pouring in soap and turning it on. Leon then got into the shower. He turned on the hot water and cleaned himself, making extra sure to clean his crotch and legs. After he was clean he stood in the water with his eyes close as the hot water hit his face and ran down his naked body. Leon almost fell asleep in there but a zombie growled and pound against the bathroom door alerting him. Leon got out and dried off; ignoring the zombie for now as it was stuck outside by the heavy door. Luckily his locker at the police station had an extra uniform and change off cloths.
Leon dried off and put on a clean pair of black briefs. He wrapped himself in a dry towel and grabbed the clean uniform and went back to the others. No point in putting on the uniform just to take it off a sleep in only his briefs.
Leon found a flash grande in his locker and grabbed it. He cracked the door a little to see the zombie was now slowly pacing the hallway. Leon carefully removed the flash grande pin and rolled it outside under the zombie. Leon quickly shut the door and heard it go off stunning the zombie. Leon quickly ran out of the bathroom and back towards the lobby.
He made it back to the others. Jill was back asleep besides Chris. Only Claire was awake. Leon entered the Lobby and made his way over to Claire. “Hey Claire, about earlier I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was being an ass so I’m sorry” Leon said as he rubbed the back of his head. Claire smiled “it’s okay Leon” Leon smiled back and his eyes looked at where his accident occurred. His giant pee puddle was still there and shining against the Police Station’s tile floor. Claire followed his eyes and saw the puddle his eyes were now looking at.
“You go get some sleep and I’ll clean that up and don’t worry, I told Jill and Chris we had an water spill so they don’t know about the accident”. Leon shook his head “Thank you for not telling them but I couldn’t ask you to do that”. Claire smiled and put her hand on Leon’s shoulder “you are not asking, I’m insisting”. Leon smiled and nodded. Turning around he yawned and went to get into his sleeping bag. Leon crawled into it and drifted off smiling but not believing he got so scared by a zombie he peed his pants.
I hope you all like the story!!😁 Any feedback will be very much appreciated!! |
Hey guys, here is my next / previous story. It started over in the Interactives section, but I decided to turn it into a normal story due to limited interaction (by bad design). I explained a lot of the set up over there, so im going to just link it here if you want to know more about the premise and characters although ive made a few tweaks to those after realising the story needed a little bit of a protagonist:
Some things may have changed a little since then because of the shift in formatting and taking the time to make it a properly flowing story (Hopefully).
The desperate promotion – Part 1 (of 2)
“Have you got it?” Willow asked as the group huddled around their Phones, desperately waiting for the contest to start.
“Not yet” Jana responded, her phone in one hand as she nervously bit into the sparkly painted nails on the other.
“I told you to reset the internet earlier.” Francesca replied bluntly, inspecting the bottom of her beer bottle before setting it down on the table.
“Im on Data and I haven’t got it either.” Victoria replied, cutting short any arguments.
“Anyone want another drink?” Willow asked, putting her phone in her pocket and grabbing her almost empty bottle and tipping the last drops into her mouth. Walking over she placed it down next to the rows of empty beer bottles the group had gone through since gathering here at Roxy’s house a couple of hours earlier.
They had been waiting for this event for days, the VIP tickets on offer the perfect prize for the group who had failed to get tickets in the two minutes they had been available before selling out. They hadn't been to a live gig in a couple of years and they looked forward to re-living their misguided youth.
“Yeah sure” Roxy said, holding up her own empty bottle and swaying it slightly for Willow to grab.
“Concentrate guys, its 20:01 are we sure we signed up correctly. What if our form was wrong?” Francesca asked, could this have all been for nothing.
“I got the email reply that said we were accepted.” Polly said, gently chewing her lip as she watched her phone and refreshed her inbox constantly.
Walking back over with two bottles Willow handed one to Roxy, “That’s the second crate empty” she announced, but it seemed the others were too preoccupied to worry about the number of beers left.
“Oh!” Jana exclaimed, a ding from her phone quickly followed by a number of other tones from each of their phones. They had received the first Clue, the start of the strange scavenger hunt that was between them and their tickets.
“Ok guys, here we go!” Roxy exclaimed happily, fired up by the contest and swigging from her bottle before looking down at the phone.
“A different kind of game?” Victoria said, clearly slightly confused by the cryptic message.
“Is that it?” Francesca added, staring at her phone and scrolling through it.
“Ok, Jana you get up the list of pubs and we can try and figure this out.” Willow replied, sipping from her own bottle and joining Roxy in looking at Jana’s phone.
“Guys the taxi is almost here, its two minutes away.” Polly said, showing her screen of the booked taxi and its location, the small icon of the car shuffling around the map.
“I mean it could be something to do with game animals?” Jana suggested as she checked her purse for everything they would need after losing her phone to Roxy and Francesca. Their eagerness not waiting for her to look over the map before peering in and making it simpler just to give them the phone.
“Shit, well lets get ready to go. If we need too, we can figure it out in the car.” Victoria added, putting her half empty drink down and grabbing her bag.
Looking towards the bathroom Polly wondered if she had time to dash into it, but a beep from outside told her she didn’t. It didn’t really matter, it was just a precautionary pee anyway.
“You sure you have everything?” Francesca asked as she slid her coat on, it felt a little bit odd for them to be dressing so casually on a sort of night out. But, they had all agreed to put the competition first and above all other things. They could always go out next weekend, but this was their one chance to get these tickets!
“Yeah, now come on the taxi is right outside!” Roxy grunted, using a finger to slip her trainers on without undoing the laces.
“One second!” Willow said, upturning her bottle and starting to down the rest of it.
“Come on!” Roxy said smiling, linking her arm around Willows and pulling her towards the door still drinking.
“Good to go” the black-haired woman responded a few moments later, setting the empty bottle on the table by the door as they stepped out.
Stumbling into the large car the group packed themselves in, Francesca jumping in the front with Jana’s phone still in her hand.
“Where too?” The driver asked, causing them to look up and pause. They hadn’t really thought about that, they had been too busy grabbing their things. As always, when they had told Polly they were ready for her to order a taxi, it hadn’t quite been the truth.
“Girls?” Francesca asked handing Jana her phone. It was now or never.
“I don’t know, what about Jacob’s tipple?” Jana replied
“It could be the black grouse?” Victoria added
“That seems a bit obvious though, what about the shrunken head?” Roxy put in, their minds clearly taking them to different answers for the simple yet deceptive question.
“It could be any of them…” Francesca said looking a little disheartened as the group fell silent for a moment.
“Jacobs tipple is just round the corner if you want me to take you there first? I guess you are doing the scavenger hunt tonight?” The young taxi driver asked, clearly reading the room.
“Yeah we are!” Willow said happily.
“And we are going to win!” Victoria added slight tipsily, the alcohol from pre drinks clearly starting to have an impact on her.
“How about I take you to Jacobs tipple and then I can take you wherever you need to go after?” he offered
“That would be amazing!”
“Yeah, thank you so much” Jana added, stuffing her phone back into the small pockets in her jean shorts.
They had never been to Jacob’s tipple despite it being as close as the driver had suggested. A couple of minutes later they were outside the corner pub, groups of people enjoying a pint on the picnic tables near the front of the traditional pub.
“We will be quick!” Francesca shouted back at the cabbie as they burst out of the car and made their way into the pub, hoping their proximity would surge them into the lead.
“So, what do we need to do again?” Victoria checked.
“It says we need to go in and get a drink from the bar and there should be a thing to scan that will give us a code. We then record us drinking outside the pub and upload it to our social media with the code. If its right it will send a new clue and we move onto the next one.”
“Sounds simple enough.” Roxy said nodding. “Lets get the party started!” she laughed, shaking her torso as if dancing to some exotic music. Her strange sense of humour raising their spirits as they found their way to where they could order.
Waiting patiently at the bar, the group were happy to see they looked like they were the first ones here. Although, it shouldn’t have been surprising given they had started just around the corner, if this kept up then they would be certain of victory!
“Hi, we are part of the Blue Wombat promotion.” Victoria said as a barman walked towards them polishing a glass.
“Promotion?” The barman asked, looking a little bemused before Victoria pointed to the bracelet on her wrist. It had come with the pack and information when they signed up, it was probably to stop other people getting a free drink. “Oh right that thing, yeah sorry.” He continued before pulling out a QR code and 6 large cans of Blue Wombat from the bottom of the fridge. Taking a moment to clearly mark off 6 cans on a wall chart pinned to the frazzles board.
“Good luck” he finished off, before moving on to pour a group of regulars several pints of biter.
Shrugging to each other, they each grabbed a pint sized can and rushed out of the pub. Happy to see their taxi man still waiting patiently.
“Ok, and remember to say we love Blue wombat before we start.” Polly said, fumbling with her phone for a few moments. Setting it up on a small wall near the front, they used an ash tray to prop it up and make sure they were all in frame. Hitting record, the group popped open their cans.
“We love Blue Wombat!” they said loudly as they began to chug the drink down.
Despite the happy outburst Polly and Jana couldn’t help but blush slightly as the public display of extroverted behaviour caught the attention of several people sat nearby. An elderly couple shaking their heads at the young women who were clearly having too much fun for their liking. At least the drink itself was amazing! It tasted like fruit juice with almost no sense of the alcohol inside it. It even managed to cover up the acidic tang their basic energy drinks had.
“All right ladies, lets take the lead!” Roxy said, burping loudly and getting a death stare from the old woman smoking on the other side of them, muttering something under her breath.
Stopping the recording Polly quickly scanned the QR code which generated a hashtag that she added to the post before uploading it.
“So now what?” Francesca asked as the group gathered around the phone.
“Well, they are supposed to be scanning posts they are tagged in for hashtags, like our name and then code we just got so that…..
*Bing*
“There we go….what…we were wrong!?” Polly said, recoiling from her phone as if it had just somehow insulted her.
“Did you do it right?” Francesca added, her tone a little harsher than she probably meant it to be as they grouped around the phone in disbelief.
“Yes, look” Polly said handing her phone over.
“Come on guys, lets not argue, lets just head to the next place.” Willow added calmly, her face still a picture of optimism and enjoyment despite the setback.
“Yeah, that only took us 5 minutes. I am sure people will live outside of town and have to travel in. We are probably still high up if we get to the next place quickly.” Jana added, hoping to dispel any angst the group was feeling towards each other. They were a team, they were sure to make mistakes along the way so it was important to remember that.
“To the Black grouse inn!” Victoria shouted as she took charge and pointed towards the taxi still waiting for them.
Going across town at this time of night was always difficult, but they seemed to have lucked out with their driver. Every time they came to traffic he would swerve off the main road and down some narrow streets before emerging closer to their destination. He certainly seemed to have a really good grasp of the roads and how to avoid any bottlenecks. A fortunate turn of events as they now had to go all the way across town.
Leaving old town behind they crossed into Glendale, something that was puzzling to Roxy as she watched the buildings blur past. The Black grouse was in the Seafront district, why were they going this way? But, her questions were soon answered as they crossed the road she would have taken them along only to see bumper to bumper traffic. He had taken them through the residential area and avoided the influx of students and people heading to the town for a night of drinking.
“Should be there in two minutes” Their driver announced pulling off the main road, but even his mighty navigation skills couldn’t get them out of what was now ahead of them.
“Oh crap.” Jana said as they came to a standstill, the others smiling slightly at her innocent exclamation from their blonde friend. But they quickly disappeared as they spotted the same thing she had, going up the road for the final half a mile was a line of taxi’s and cars including the other competitors!
“At least that means we have to be in the right place?” Roxy pointed out. “Come on Victoria, lets put those muscles to some good use. We can walk from here, but thank you so much!” she added from the middle seat, slapping Victoria on the leg playfully and indicating that she should get out.
“No problem” The driver smiled, holding up a contactless card machine, another blessing as Francesca could just swipe her apple pay and it would save her dealing with cash. Every second would count, and that would have been at least a minute or two.
Walking quickly past the line of cars, they could see many of the groups holding phones displaying the same app they were using, they were in the right place! But behind them a couple of other teams were now getting out, clearly seeing them walk past and deciding they were onto something.
Moving towards the bouncer a few minutes later they held out their bracelets causing him to roll his eyes but waved them in amongst the other patrons.
“We love blue wombat!” A group shouted loudly as they approached the front of the pub. The young group of students clearly enjoying themselves and dressed up for a night on the town, a rookie mistake Roxy thought to herself. There was no way they would beat them in their tight dresses and high heels, Roxy and the others were dressed for comfort and it would be easy to last the entire night without so much as breaking a sweat.
Inside it was packed, but it seemed that most people were not taking part in the hunt at least. With those that were, quickly grabbing their cans from the bar and running out the front to record themselves drinking them.
Stepping aside as another group barged their way out, they joined the back of 3 other groups waiting for their cans.
Unlike the last place, it seemed the bar woman was actually scanning all their bracelets. A much better way of showing how many had come and drunk at their pub, but for them it meant more time wasted.”
“Hey, do you think we have time for me to run to the ladies?” Polly asked quietly, her bladder not enjoying the jostling it had received in the taxi. It was a little embarrassing to admit her need this early in the night, but since they seemed to have some time to burn she might get away with it.
“Can you hold it till the next place? I think we should make the most of this and try and get ahead of a couple of these teams.” Jana whispered back.
“Yeah, I think they will need to scan your wrist too.” Victoria added a little louder as one of the groups moved past them giggling slightly and holding their cans.
“Yeah sure, no problem.” Polly replied, smiling back at them. She didn’t need to go yet. It could wait, she told herself. But she knew from experience that the building pressure inside her bladder would not be able to be put off for too long and would begin to escalate quickly as they continued to drink. She had always envied the others whose bladders seemed to be able to cope with so much more than hers.
Standing there the group waited for the five in front of them to get scanned, Francesca tapping her foot lightly on the floor while Victoria seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Did they need to pee too Polly wondered, at least she wasn’t alone. It would be a bit awkward to ask again, but if someone else asked she could just join in with them.
“Next” The bar woman shouted, getting them to hold out their wrists one by one and scanning the little barcode on them. “6 beers” She said coldly before grabbing 6 from the room temperature box on the bar and noisily clunking them on the wood.
Not waiting for any more delays the group grabbed them and ran.
“Sorry guys, going to have to crab another crate. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” The barwoman told the next team, causing Victoria to smile as they broke out of the packed building and out into the clear night.
“We love Blue wombat!” Yet another group cheered next to them, it seemed several teams had gotten ahead of them during their detour.
“Why don’t we go over there.” Jana said, pointing out a recess a little bit away from the pub, somewhere they would have more privacy.
Shuffling over they repeated their trick with their phone, this time with a little rock and soon began drinking their second pint. They were continuing to be pleasantly surprised by just how good it tasted, a relief considering they didn’t know how many of these they would be drinking tonight.
“Right then, I mean this should be right.” Polly said, her legs jiggling slightly as she waited for the reply.
“Yessss” She exclaimed happily, causing Roxy and Victoria to high five.
“Ok to what does it say?” The others asked as they huddled around the phone.
“A sharp turn of events” Polly said quizzically. “So what are we thinking this time?”
“Well, a sharp turn could be to do with a wagon wheel?” Willow said pointing to the Gypsy Wagon on the map.
“But what about The Lemon Bar? A sharp taste?” Francesca suggested.
“Ooooh that sounds good! But really it could be either of them”
“Should we get a Taxi?” Polly asked, her legs bowing together slightly as the pressure in her bladder increased. The last can of drink had been difficult to down as quickly as the others, her need to pee making it 10 times harder. Now that the drinks had started to make their presence known, she just wanted to get somewhere quickly so she could pee.
“I mean, there might be a problem with that plan” Jana said, indicating to the long line of cars and taxi’s struggling to get into the place and then out again.
“Why don’t we walk? The Lemon bar is just along the seafront, it would probably be quicker anyway.” Victoria brought up while twisting slightly awkwardly in place.
“Walk?” Polly asked nervously.
“Yeah, its less than a mile away. We will be there in no time.” She said confidently, although the others didn’t share this optimism. But looking at one another, none of them could think of anything better to do. At least if they walked, they would still be making progress instead of just standing around for a few minutes. Although Polly had kind of hoped that if they had chosen to wait she might have convinced them to let her pee now.
Thankfully for Polly, the constant moving was levelling off her desperation at a manageable level as they started towards the seafront. The costal path just a few minutes away and it would take them directly to where they wanted to go.
However, a couple of minutes later there was something that she and the increasingly desperate looking Victoria hadn’t thought about. Cresting the hill that led down to the towns beech, the sound of rushing water and crashing waves met their ears.
“Oh god” Polly whispered quietly to herself as she felt her bladder tighten reflexively. Shortening her steps Polly slowed slightly, stuck between wanting to get their as quickly as possible but also trying to distress her bladder as little as possible.
Thankfully it seemed that she wasn’t the only one being impacted by it, Francesca and even Jana seemed to be walking slower than usual. Although, while Francesca was looking a little tense, Jana seemed fine. Maybe her friend was just better at hiding her need, but knowing she was not alone made Polly feel a little better.
Jana always loved the sea, the stroll along the seafront brining a smile to her face as they walked. To her right she watched the sunset over the horizon, a large container ship silhouetted against the red skyline. The calming sound of the waves overcoming the competitiveness of what they were doing and making part of her wish she could just stay on the beach forever.
Further forwards Victoria was almost marching off without them, her natural fitness and increasing need to pee causing her to walk faster than normal. Just like Polly, the constant crashing of the waves was causing her some strife internally, her mind never far from her need to pee and unable to distract itself.
“Hey guys, can we get a picture?” Jana suggested cheerily.
“We are in a race.” Victoria laughed, the group stopping for a moment and causing her to sigh to herself.
“Come on, look out there. The sunset looks so nice, just one Photo.” Jana asked, pouting slightly.
“Yeah, its super pretty.” Willow joined in.
“I mean its been a while since we have had a nice one.” Roxy gave in, apparently casting the winning vote as the others grouped around each other on the seafront. Rolling her eyes a little Victoria walked up behind them, stooping slightly and resting a hand on her thigh.
“Smile everyone!” Jana said as she did her sweetest smile, holding her phone up to take a group selfie.
*click*
“See, was that so bad. Now we have a memory that will last us a lifetime.” She added as she lowered her phone, inspecting the nice group photo.
“I don’t think that’s how memories work.” Francesca joked before a strange look overcame her face for a moment.
Starting to walk again the group seemed to split in two, with Victoria, Roxy and Willow walking a little quicker than the others. While Polly’s filling bladder, Francesca and Jana fell a little behind as Jana cycled through the possible filters for her photo on Instagram.
It only took them about 15 minutes for the front three to reach the bar, the others lagging a minute or so behind. Victoria’s pace even speeding up in the last few hundred meters as she neared the establishment. Her rapidly filling bladder causing her to power walk her way up to it.
Going through the large glass doors they found themselves in a relatively busy bar, yellow neon lemon lights signalling the way to the bar.
Looking through the crowds Victoria took note of the sign to the ladies up the stairs next to them. When the others caught up she would have to ask one of the others to take her place as she nipped to the loo. It wasn’t too bad yet but she was starting to feel the extra couple of glasses of water she had to combat the alcohol. She was working tomorrow morning and did not want a hangover, especially when she was doing circuit training. Something that brought up a good point… “Do you guys know what percentage these things are? Should we be worried about getting drunk?” she asked as they took their place in line, three other groups standing ahead of them and another joining just behind them.
“You should never be worried about getting drunk.” Roxy smiled, nudging her slightly. “But I think they are only 3%, so that shouldn’t be a problem even for Polly.”
Exchanging smiles they could both remember the last time their friend had gotten drunk and her rather public singing display that they still teased her about now a couple of years later.
Meanwhile, outside Polly couldn’t help but smile for another reason as she spotted the sign for the bar. She was almost there and not a moment too soon. Her muscles had been sending her warning signs for the last couple of minutes as her bladder seemed to be heating up inside her. A strange warm tingling sensation giving her a general sense of unease as in her peripheral she watched the sea churn against the sea wall.
“After you” Jana said, holding the door open for the three stragglers.
“You guys go ahead, I think im going to nip to the ladies.” Polly said quietly as she ducked inside.
“We need you to scan your bracelet, can you go after?” Jana asked as she followed the others in.
“I…Im sorry but I really need to go. It will take me 2 minutes.” Polly blushed, she wasn’t usually one to push her own wants above others, but this situation was getting dire. If she knew where the next place was and how long it would be, she might have been convinced. But given the unknown timeframe of everything, she didn’t want to be caught short.
“Ok, but be quick.” Francesca added, a twinge from her own bladder making her think about going up after Polly. But shrugging it off, the pair looked around for the others.
Rushing up the stairs Polly supported her bladder as it jostled around inside her. Dodging out of the way of a couple holding hands she rounded the corner of the stairs, following the signs to the lady’s room. Opening the first door she was met with a line of other women standing around and chatting.
“Oh god.” Polly whispered to herself again as she tensed her muscles and stood up straight. Despite needing to pee she didn’t want to attract any attention from those waiting in line. She would die with embarrassment if they saw her dancing around like a little girl, even if that was what she really wanted to do. Joining the back of the que she pursed her lips and pressed her legs together, hopefully this wont take too long or the others might get annoyed.
“Finally…wait where is Polly?” Roxy asked as Francesca and Jana joined them
“She’s gone to the ladies, be down in a second.” Jana filled her and the others in.
“Really, couldn’t she have waited until after?” Victoria asked, her own legs jiggling slightly.
“I mean, she did ask at the last place. At least this way we got ahead of a few groups.” Jana defended their friend.
Taking a couple of steps forwards a few minutes later, they were next after the group currently being served. This bar offering a similar bar code scanning as the last one but seemingly having some technical difficulties.
“Well, she better hurry up or we are going to have to wait for her to go through the line on her own.” Victoria said, her knees slowly banging into each other as she stood in line. Now without the relief of walking her bladder seemed to be getting heavier as the last couple of drinks made their way through to her
“Next!” The barman shouted at them a minute later.
Exchanging looks they were unsure what to do, Polly still hadn’t come down and the line was only getting longer as more and more groups caught up with them.
“Im sorry one of our group is peeing.” Francesca said rather bluntly to the man.
“Well, either hold out your wrists or let another group through.” He responded.
“Cant we just…”
“Next!” He interrupted, waving another group towards the bar. One of the other group smirking at them as they took their place in line and in the contest.
“Fuck” Roxy muttered under her breath, they could quite literally see their lead slipping away.
“Guys, im so sorry. There was a big que.” Polly came back, her bladder empty but her cheeks flushed a few moments later. The relief on the toilet had been immense, but she couldn’t enjoy it knowing she was letting her friends down.
“Good, you peeing has already cost us a place.” Francesca replied.
“Im sorry, I just really needed it.” Polly said, looking down at her feet, her red ears poking through her matching hair as she tried to avoid eye contact with her friends.
“Hey, don’t worry about it guys. Im sure we will all need to go at some point, one place isn’t too bad. Plus, its still early on.” Willow said softly, putting her arm on Polly’s shoulder.
“Next!” The barman shouted again and without hesitating Victoria threw her arm up so he could scan her code. She didn’t want to lose any more time or places in this pub.
“Six cans of Blue wombat.” The barman said unenthusiastically as he pulled them out of the stocked fridge behind the counter.
“Thank you!” Jana said politely despite his actions as he handed them a can each. Gripping the cold cans the group squeezed through the growing crowd as more and more people caught up with them. Backtracking their way in Victoria paused as the bottom of the stairs under the sign she had seen earlier.
“Hey, I need to pee, I will be right back!” Victoria said as she went to hand Roxy her can.
“What, no way. Why didn’t you go with Polly, we have already lost at least one place.” Roxy replied.
“Well I didn’t know she was going to pee.” Victoria replied, still holding out her can and waiting for Roxy to take it.
“I mean, in Polly’s defence she did warn us at the last place.” Roxy said, seemingly changing sides of the argument.
Next to them Francesca wanted to agree with Victoria, her bladder steadily filling and meaning she would usually have leapt at the chance to go with her. But after everything they had just said to Polly it would probably have been a little hypocritical….But then again if Victoria could worm her way out of this one she wouldn’t say no.
“Come on I really need to pee.” Victoria said, bobbing on the spot for a moment to emphasise the point.
“All of a sudden?” Willow asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well no I needed to go before, but I just…didn’t say anything.”
“If Polly can hold it to the next place then you can too!” Roxy said, before turning Victoria away from the stairs and towards the exit. “Besides, she already said there was a que so you would have to wait anyway.”
“But….” Victoria tried briefly before giving up and letting Roxy lead her out. It wouldn’t be too long to the next place, would it.
Walking out of the bar the cool air hit the group now that the sun had set, for Polly it was the refreshing air she needed but for a couple of the others it seemed to make their desperation worse.
“Oh my god you Clutts, that’s my Phone!!” A shout came from ahead of them. The smirking girl from the group that had passed them was now knelt holding a clearly smashed phone. The others stifling their laughs except one who had their hands over their face, the likely phone dropper.
“How are we supposed to upload it now! We are going to have to get more cans since we have drunk the others.” The woman continued, brandishing the smashed phone.
“Well that’s one less to worry about.” Francesca muttered as they passed. A glare from a couple of them clearly showing they had heard that remark but knowing Francesca that was probably the point.
“Over there” Jana pointed to a low wall where they could do their entry.
“We Love Blue Wombat!” They shouted in unison as the cracked open their drinks and began to chug.
Anyone watching them as they tipped their heads back would have been able to see the visible shudder from Victoria, while both Willow and Francesca seemed to be standing far more rigidly than they had been previously. Although, a smile still beamed across Willow’s face as it always seemed too, despite the beers and now three pints of energy drink flowing through her and all of their systems.
Uploading the footage, they all celebrated as the ding sounded once more, they had been right!
Now the next clue was displayed across the screen, the small number in the corner showing them they had managed to get all the way up to 9th place.
“A bit of a circus position, so its clearly either Piccadilly or the Dandy lion right?” Francesca said as they looked over the map. The group collectively deciding it had to either mean the animal that was sometimes part of a circus, or in reference to Piccadilly Circus in London. The new clue seemingly designed to be as unhelpful as possible, the organisers were starting to turn up the difficulty and spread out the competition.
“Yeah, but which one?” Victoria said, a frown on her face as she pressed her legs together as they waited outside.
“Taxi’s on its way.” Polly said, a smile on her face as she re-joined the group.
“ppfffff” Roxy puffed out her cheeks, slowly crossing one leg over the other “So how do we decide?”
“I think we just have to pick one and go with it…coin toss?” Francesca said as a bit of joke, but to her surprise the others seemed to be taking it seriously.
“Heads its Piccadilly, tails it’s the Lion one.” Willow said, pulling out a coin from her pockets.
Flicking the coin up in the air, the silver piece of metal flipped several times before she caught it again. Slamming it down on the back of her hand she lifted the other away, “Heads!” She announced.
“Piccadilly.” Jana shrugged, the others laughing at their decision-making technique. It wasn’t quite the contest winning smarts they were hoping to employ, but it was the best they could come up with.
Standing at the roadside the others watched as Victoria squirmed where she stood, it wasn’t a rare occurrence to see. She often drank far more than them on a night out and hated to interrupt her dancing in the clubs, especially for something as mundane as a bathroom break. But somehow she always made it, her bladder clearly strong enough to deal with quite a lot.
“How slow is this taxi!” Francesca lamented, “Im really going to need the toilet too at the next place.” She added, bending over and letting out a deep sigh to emphasise her need to the rest of the group. Her behaviour only half play acting, enjoying the moment of attention but meaning every word of it.
“Yeah, its starting to catch up with me as well Willow admitted” Even though she had managed to keep that fact hidden from most of them, it wasn’t a surprise to them given she had been drinking literally until she was pushed out the door.
“Well maybe we can all go at the next place?” Jana asked hopefully, standing with her legs closer together than normal.
“All!, come on that’s so much wasted time.” Roxy argued, a hand resting on her hip. Her large and prestigious bladder clearly putting her at odds with her friends, even as it began to send signals to her it was filling. Although, she had thought Jana would be on her side and even Victoria given their bladders and control of them they had shown in the past.
“It’s the same time as if we all go at different times, it’s the same pee.” Victoria countered.
“Not really, it means we have to que behind each other. If it was just one of us and one stall became free, then we would pee and be done and able to go on with the contest. If its all of then we would have to wait one after another.”
“I hate to admit it, but Roxy does have a point.” Francesca added, tapping her heel on the pavement.
“If we want to win we just have to hold it, otherwise we loose to much time.” Roxy announced, but the others were clearly less confident in their bladder capacity as they looked at each other.
“Yeah well, you can tell my bladder that. Im going at the next place.” Francesca added resolutely as she scrunched herself up slightly for a second.
“Didn’t you pee just before we left?” Victoria asked, raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously fast paced desperation her friend was exhibiting.
“So, I guess I broke the seal. You know what its like.” She said pointing to the state Victoria was in.
“No, some of haven’t peed since we started drinking like two and a half hours ago.” Victoria shot back, taking the insult at her bladder’s capabilities personally.
“More like 4 and a half” Jana whispered under her breath, the others missing her admission and regret of not peeing earlier. She had been out in town for lunch and had gone when she got back. But running a little late to get to Roxy’s, she had forgotten to go. For most nights out that would have been fine, a few hours of drinking and holding was no problem for her. But she also usually drank slower than she was right now, but crossing her legs slightly she put it to the back of her mind.
“Taxi’s here” Polly interjected, sensing the rising tensions again but also wanting to get out of this conversation. Despite having emptied it just now, she could already feel an aching dullness inside her, or maybe it was just in her head. Sometimes it was hard to tell.
“Finally!” Victoria said as she unwound her legs and the got into the taxi, Polly giving the driver the destination who with a nod started down the road.
At just before 9pm the town was packed, people and cars moving slowly through the streets from pub to pub. The contest had clearly drawn in a lot of outsiders, putting even more people in their way. To make things worse, the destination they had chosen was all the way across town and some of them were starting to worry about if they were right or not. Never mind their troubled bladders, this could be the difference between winning and losing.
Crossing her legs Jana felt herself being squeezed against Victoria whose own legs were bouncing rhythmically as she gripped her thighs and looked anxiously out of the window. A few suspicious glances from the driver in the rear-view mirror told them that he knew something was up. Although given the tense looks on all of their faces, combined with the constant shuffling it was a sure giveaway. A series of signs that only got worse as they spent 22 long minutes driving through the centre of town. At one point a number of gasps filled the cab as it was forced to break heavily, a strange whimper escaping Victoria while Jana and Francesca grunted deeply. A drunken young man had stumbled into the road after tripping on a bollard, much to the amusement of his friends but not the women's bladders.
But finally the group pulled up outside the Piccadilly, the pub outfitted to look like an underground train station. The trendy place clearly popular as a lot of people were sat in the outdoor smoking area, but thankfully for their chances of winning there didn’t seem to be a que. Maybe they had gotten ahead of their competition for the most part. With such a 50/50 clue it would surely give them a massive advantage if they were right.
“Come on before I pee myself.” Victoria said sternly as she walked awkwardly towards the front door, her thighs only separating by a fraction as she took small but rapid steps. Behind her many of the others were not doing great either, Willow and Francesca taking their time much to the annoyance of Victoria. It seemed the nights drinks were catching up with them all now.
Before they could reach the entrance another group burst through, their faces similarly covered in concern and hands deep between their legs. The blonde at the front red faced and clearly sweating as she dashed forwards towards the taxi Polly had just left after paying.
“Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.” She stammered as she wrenched open the car door, the other three in her group steadily chasing her.
“Im about to piss myself.” Another said crudely as she paused for a moment, half kneeling before standing up and joining the others.
“Lucy, your house is closest!” the first woman shouted as she slammed the door shut, the cab driver shaking his head, his night clearly wasn’t going to get any easier.
But at least It seemed it wasn't just their group having some problems with their filling bladders.
Entering the bar, loud rock music filled their ears as they looked for where they could be served. The strangely decorated inside having signs pointing in all sorts of different directions, whether they were all just for decoration or actually designed to be helpful wasn’t clear.
“Over there” Polly pointed the group towards a corner marked as the junction yard.
“I don’t see any signs for the toilets, where are the toilets guys?” Victoria asked clearly concerned.
“We can ask at the bar, lets grab the drinks and then you can go while we find a place outside.”
“Fine, but if there is a que I’m going looking.” The brown-haired woman replied, getting some nods from the others.
Walking up to the counter the bar staff had just finished serving another group who grabbed their drinks and rushed out the door. They were clearly on a mission and doing everything they could to win.
“Hi how can I help you?” The barman asked, smiling back at them.
“6 Blue wombat please” Roxy said, holding up her wrist.
Nodding the guy grabbed a book from under the counter. “Sorry, we are having some technical issues so I’ve got to do this the old-fashioned way.”
“Its ok, its no problem.” Roxy replied, letting him write out the number under the barcode down in his book.
“Actually, it is a problem, where are your Toilets?” Victoria asked quietly, leaning over as she wiggled her hips in need.
“They are back that way and on the right, but they are being cleaned at the moment.” He said, grabbing the number from Willow’s bracelet next.
“Oh…how long for?” Willow asked.
“It should only be like 10 minutes, maybe 15.” The man replied nonchalantly as if there wasn’t a pee dancing woman currently in front of him .
“10 minutes!” Roxy and Francesca said in unison but for different reasons.
“Guys we cant just wait 10 minutes” Roxy said to the group as the third of them got their number taken.
“Yeah and I don’t know if I can wait 15 minutes.” Francesca added, although her demeanour was still calmer than Victoria who was clicking her heels together as if rehearsing for a role in wizard of oz.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going somewhere sooner than that so we can pee” Willow admitted.
“So we are agreed, we will grab these and maybe you can go in the next place.” Roxy said, the others agreeing reluctantly as that wasn’t quite what they had meant. But it seemed like the best they were going to get right now.
“I don’t like the sound of the maybe” Francesca said, catching on to what Roxy was saying.
But a minute later the group was heading back out of the bar, large cans in their hands as they headed to do the video.
“We love Blue Wombat” they cheered again, although half of them seemed to be less enthused about chugging their drink. Victoria pausing for a moment as she stared at her can before starting to drink. Her legs clearly pushed together and her spare hand griping into her tight jeans.
Roxy and Jana seemed to be the only ones able to down their drinks, the pint disappearing quickly down their throats. Surprisingly, it was Victoria that beat out the others, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Although, once she had finished she couldn’t help but curtsey while Willow, Francesca and even Polly had to take a break halfway through. But holding their bloated stomachs and bladders the three of them managed to finish the rest in one more go. Their faces slightly more tense looking than they had been a couple of minutes before.
Grabbing her phone from the small railing she had put it on, Polly quickly uploaded the video and was happy to see they had gotten it right despite their strategy relying on a coin toss. They had achieved the right result and that was surely going to put them in a good position. Although as she looked to the corner it seemed they were still in 9th place, those ahead of them getting it correct as well.
“A formal fortress?” Jana said confused, shrugging as she looked up at the group but finding several of them not looking. Victoria and Francesca were too preoccupied with their bladders while Polly was currently cleaning up their cans and putting them carefully in the nearby recycling bin.
“Windsor is a formal fortress, right? Doesn’t the queen live there.”
“Great let’s go!” Victoria announced as she gripped herself tightly between her legs.
“I…you are not going to like this one though” Roxy couldn’t help but smile.
“What?”
“Its at the seafront, more or less where we were earlier.”
“Oh, no…no way am I spending another 20 minutes in a car. I will literally piss my pants.” She said, her feet now stamping where she stood.
“Do you have another idea?” Jana asked.
“I…I…we just go somewhere nearby, let me pee, and then we can go wherever.”
“Do you want to win or not?” Roxy asked sternly.
“Yes but…”
“Great then we will get a taxi to the next place and you can pee there. There are only 8 groups ahead of us. So there won’t be a cue which you can’t say for anywhere else.”
“Taxi’s on the way” Polly said, looking up after she had slightly tuned out the conversation. The gentle twinge of her bladder making her try and make this quick. She could handle it now but pretty soon she would have to pee again. So the more pubs she could put between her and her last trip to the bathroom, the better it would look to the others.
“Great…Great!” Victoria said throwing her hands up, before whining softly and putting a hand back between her tensed legs.
But looking up Jana could see the slight tenseness of how Roxy was standing. Despite how she was acting Jana knew things were starting to catch up with even her large bladder. Although that may have been half of the problem. Roxy was always one to boast about her ability to hold it, for fair reason. But she also considered it a failure to stop and go and pee, a necessary thing for most people was a massive inconvenience to her. So her anger at the others was probably partly aimed in at herself. Puffing out her cheeks Jana crossed her legs a little tighter, really starting to regret not going to the toilet before coming out. Her only saving grace was the others who had already peed or would go at the next place. She would have to bring it up and go in the one after herself.
For the next 5 minutes the group stood around waiting, Victoria tying her legs together and standing rigidly as Francesca danced on the spot next to her. Willow and Jana engaging in a slightly tense looking conversation as they tried to distract themselves from their increasing need to pee.
Arriving the taxi pulled up, the woman behind the wheel beeping twice despite the fact they were only 5 feet away. A cheery smile plastered across her face that Victoria could only roll her eyes at. This wasn’t the time for a happy go lucky cabbie, her bladder felt moments from exploding. The speed at which they were drinking them seeming to force it through to her bladder at the same pace.
Carefully lowering herself into the cab Victoria took the middle seat, breathing heavily through her nose as she fought for control of her body. Being squeezed in as Jana grabbed the seat on her left and Willow the one on her right. Neither looking particularly happy either, crossing their legs they fixed their eyes on the road ahead of them and after giving the driver directions they were on their way. But as soon as they moved off Victoria let out a quiet whimper, now locked in her bladder was sending urgent signals as if it knew what she had done and was making her pay the price for it.
Once again, they found themselves slowly passing through the town, a pace that was only making Victoria more antsy as she fidgeted. Upfront the driver was happily talking Polly’s ear off, asking questions about the competition and where they were all from. Her slightly distracted nature making the three desperate women in the back worry about what would happen if she didn’t notice anything and had to slam on the breaks. The tight seatbelts already cutting across their bladders and any sharp stops could end up in a wet disaster for them.
“Oh god…..” Victoria whimpered again as she felt pulse race through her bladder, the nights drinks pushing into her distended bladder and causing it to swell with each minute. Looking through the windscreen she sobbed slightly as she noticed the cab driver letting out a line of traffic at an intersection. Her friendly wave to them adding more time between her and a toilet. She felt like for every two steps forwards she was taking one back. But there was little do but try and hold on, her palms becoming increasingly sweaty as she chewed her bottom lip.
“Can you go a bit faster?” Francesca asked, partly for her own sake but also because she had been noticing the blood fall out of Victorias now pale face over the last 10 minutes. She was beginning to worry there was a real chance her friend would end up peeing herself and that would surely end their chances of winning. Not to mention a real chance of her getting wet with someone else’s pee, a disgusting thought for her.
“Hey, just doing my good deed for the day. Karma is a cycle, you do something nice now and you will get it back another time.” The driver replied, clearly taking no notice of the fact they were in a race.
Letting out another quiet whimper Victoria’s legs began to vibrate, the heat she was feeling from her straining leg muscles compared to that of her struggling bladder.
Eventually the taxi made it back to almost the exact same place as they had been an hour earlier and when Victoria had originally been about to go to the toilet. If she would have known the discomfort she would be in right now, she would definitely have insisted she go then. Her control felt like it was being held together by the smallest shreds of self-control.
“Alright we are here, first stop is a toilet” Francesca replied as they took a look at the double Windsor bar, a rather classy place with large, polished glass walls and windows. Ornate but clearly electrical chandeliers hung from the second floor above the diner’s eating their food. A sculpture of a grand piano slowly rotated on a plinth in the entrance way. While these features would have been breath taking for most, none of the group seemed to be taking in any of the sights as they rushed towards the building desperately clutching themselves.
Holding the door open Jana let the others rush by but looking back she could still see Victoria sat in the back of the taxi as Polly paid. Her legs tightly knitted together and unmoving as she sat there. But she knew she had to get out sometime and with a bit of help from Polly she gingerly stepped out.
“I don’t know if I can do this” She whispered to Polly who looked back at her with an awkward look on her face as she tried to come up with something to say. She wasn’t used to it being this way around, it was usually Victoria and Roxy making comments about her.
“I..uh, is it really that bad?” Polly asked
“I thought I was going to pee myself in the taxi, but now its so much worse.” Victoria tried to laugh, bending over gingerly and placing both hands between her legs. For the first time Polly could remember, she was seeing Victoria blush with embarrassment.
“Do you need a hand?” Polly offered, but looking at her Victoria shook her head.
“I can make it, its all in my head.” She said, lying to herself.
Taking a deep breath Victoria advanced slowly towards the bar, her thighs tensing rhythmically as Polly walked slowly beside her. Reaching the front, they walked through into the front of the bar. Their friends waving at them from across the room, but it wasn’t them she was looking for.
Frantically scanning the room she spotted the ladies room sign ahead of her and started towards it. Her lips pursed and awkwardly walking upright, Victoria did her best to look normal. But the look of concentration and sweat on her brow was a sure sign that she was anything but fine.
Approaching the hallway as Polly left to talk to the others, she spotted Francesca coming the opposite way.
“Hey, should we head to the bar?” Francesca added, bright eyed and clearly feeling better after visiting the ladies room. But heading to the bar was the last thing in Victoria’s mind.
“Not on your life.” Victoria replied, shuffling past Francesca who simply shrugged.
Letting out a soft whimper a fork of pain shot through her navel and feeling her internal muscles starting to strain and ache terribly Victoria sped up her pace. Breathing deeply as she saw the small ladies room, a single stall sitting there with the door invitingly open. Hearing a group of laughing women approaching her she would not be able to handle it if they beat her to the only available stall. Standing upright and holding onto her bladder she walked as quick as her muscles would let her.
Crashing through the open door and fighting with her jeans she wiggled on the spot. Bending her knees and bouncing on the spot as the button she had undone a thousand times toyed with her and seemed to become impossible to undo.
“Oh god, oh god!” She whispered angrily at her button. “I just want to pee!” she hissed at them, feeling a worrying looseness in her muscles and a telltale relaxing sensation. But finally, she felt her jeans loosen and in a flash they were around her knees. Even before making contact with the toilet she felt her pee burst out in a powerful jet, just about making it into the bowl as she collapsed on it. Her bladder clearly taking the sign of not being in her jeans as a sign to instantly empty, despite getting no command from her to do so.
Letting out a sign of relief Victoria sagged back on the seat, her shoulders dropping and relaxing as the last few hours of drinks flowed out of her. She didn’t know how, but she had made it without having an accident. The last hour had been the most desperate she could ever remember being, but wiping the sweat from her forehead she let herself laugh at the absurdity of what they were doing and listening to her stream that seemed to go on forever.
Back at the bar the others were waiting slightly off to the side, Roxy scanning the room for other competitors. But it seemed they were alone, could that mean they were wrong or even that they were in first place!
“Where is she?” Francesca asked, having passed her friend almost 3 minutes earlier and knowing there was no que.
“Yeah guys I am really sorry but I think im going to go to the bathroom too. I’ve been trying to hold it but just waiting like this is making me really need to go.” Willow admitted. The others surprisingly shrugging and indicating she may as well if there was no que and Victoria was doing something else clearly.
But as Willow admitted her need, a very relieved looking Victoria sauntered towards them.
“Man, that felt so good” She said wistfully, her eyes crossing slightly and getting a quiet groan from Willow and making Jana and Polly cross their legs a little tighter Even Roxy seemed to be thinking about something, even her prestigious bladder would need to be released at some point.
“Ok that’s it, im going to pee!” Willow said as she started towards the bathrooms.
“Wait we are all here, can we at least get the drinks first?” Roxy asked, snapping back to the room.
Relenting Willow groaned quietly as she turned back to the bar and moved up to be served. The barwoman happy to hand out 6 Blue Wombats and scan their bracelets.
“Can we get 6 Pints of water too.” Victoria asked, getting confused looks from the others. “Come on, we don’t want to get drunk on this stuff and we need to stay hydrated.”
“That’s not a problem.” Willow joked before reluctantly accepting a large glass of water.
“You cant take the glasses outside though sorry.” The barwoman added.
Walking over to the side slightly Victoria immediately started to down her pint of water, the others gently sipping their own as willow wriggled on the spot. Her lip never leaving the glass but her body twisting underneath her. Next to her Jana seemed to be employing the opposite tactic and was apparently acting like a statue. Her legs locked together and unmoving as she steadily drank from her glass, a red hue covering her face as she forced herself to try and act as normal as possible despite the ocean of liquid inside her.
Finishing her glass and still feeling a slight buzz Victoria returned to the bar, getting a refill for herself and downing a second glass before the others had even finished their first. A familiar fullness settling in her stomach as she patted it lightly, there was no way she was getting drunk tonight.
“The best Irish liquor?” Polly read aloud 5 minutes later and after uploading yet another video of them drinking. They had been right again and now the group were smiling as that could only mean one place.
“That’s got to be O’Malleys, right?” Victoria asked, her interest renewed after being able to relieve herself.
“It’s the only one that makes sense to me.” Roxy added.
Next to them Willow and Jana were all but silent, the former having somehow forgotten to bring it up again. Her mind addled by the new liquid and serious waves of desperation flowing through her distended bladder. She had only been asked to wait until they had gotten their drinks, but for some reason her mind had substituted that with until the next place. Something that Roxy and Victoria were not going to remind her of, and the others were all too worried about having to pee themselves than remind her.
“Its just down the road, that’s lucky.”
“I…I need to pee.” Jana whispered quietly, her cheeks burning bright red at the omission.
“Sorry?” Francesca asked her to repeat herself.
Part of Jana wanted to say it was nothing, pretend she hadn’t said anything. But inside she knew that if she wanted to be given a chance at peeing she would have to say something.
“I…I need the bathroom.” She repeated, only marginally louder than before.
“Ok, go at the next place with Willow” Francesca responded nonchalantly.
Jana simply nodded, feeling a little silly about being so shy about it. All of the others, including Polly had admitted it with no problem. Even now when she had done so, nothing bad had happened. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel completely embarrassed by admitting it to anyone.
Walking down the street the followed the pedestrianised road, passing scores of young students and people having a good time. Faint trails of liquid coming out from alleyways between establishments in a way that was all to familiar to the locals.
Reaching the bar a few minutes later the group let out a chorus of groans. The outside was packed with a long line of people trying to get in. Almost two dozen people lined up between a zigzag of ropes.
“Oh” Willow said, the look on her face one of a woman unconfident in her abilities to wait that long.
“Guys I don’t know….”
“It might be quick?” Victoria countered, knowing what Willow was about to say.
Taking their place in line it soon became apparent that it wasn’t going to be. Only a handful of people entering as they waited 5 long minutes. Jana's double crossed legs beginning to shake as she nervously bit her lip while Willow paced around them. Pained grunts escaping her every so often as her maxed out bladder continued to send signal after signal to her brain telling her to let it free of its burden.
A hiss of air slipped out from between Jana's pursed lips as she looked at the floor, her cheeks burning and toes tapping on the ground. Her mind filled with all of the toilets she had passed in the last six hours, the ones at the shops, her own toilet at home, Roxy’s toilet, even the toilets in all the pubs. A blurry mirage flowing through her mind and making her kick herself each and every time she thought of another one as they stood their for another 15 minutes. The weight in her bladder steadily increasing as the pints of energy drink flowed into her distended bladder. The button on her tight jean shorts digging into her stomach painfully.
“Guys, I cant hold it. I need to pee.” Willow said, stopping next to them and screwing her legs around each other, bobbing on the spot.
“It cant be that much longer, maybe like 10 minutes!” Victoria said, trying to motivate her friend.
“I cant wait 10 minutes, I think im going to go back to the last place. It was only 5 minutes away.”
“What if there is a que there though?” Roxy countered, eliciting a whimper from Willow as the prospect dawned on her that she didn’t know where she could pee the sooner. She was at her wits end and there were no good options. She wasn’t use to holding this much inside her, she had tried to go toe to toe with Jana and Roxy before but had bailed at the last moment. She had never told them what she had been trying, playing it off as simply not wanting to break the seal. But there was something interesting about the two of them. But now she had passed the point of that night, her cramping and spasming bladder fuller and angrier than she could remember. Pulses of pain were bouncing around inside her like a pinball machine.
Looking to her left she let out a groan as she saw and heard Victoria chugging from a bottle of water she had pulled from her bag. A droplet forming between the sporty women’s luscious lips and the large bottle before falling to the ground. Tiny droplets bounced off the ground and onto her ankle, the contact causing her to shudder involuntarily.
“Guys, im serious I cant hold it” the desperate woman reiterated. “I need, something, somewhere!” she begged for them to come up with a solution to her painful problem.
“I mean there is always” Francesca said, indicating to the back alley to their right. Several large bins and boxes would make it easy to hide in one of the alcoves.
Panting slightly Willow looked at the slow-moving line and then back to the ally. Her muscles trembling more with each second that was passing and she was starting to realise there was the real possibility of her wetting herself if the line didn’t move quickly enough. If she could hold it a few more minutes that would make them almost too close to give up, and what if there was a que on the inside.
“Come on, watching you has made me need to go again.” Francesca added, grabbing the desperate Willow and pulling her towards the alley. “You coming?” she asked Jana.
“I…..” Janna paused, desperately wanting to follow them but she had never peed outside before. She rarely used anything other than her own toilet, so to expose herself like that was almost unthinkable. But feeling a painful twitch from her bloated bladder she almost gave in. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was desperate and more desperate than she had been in years. But…there was no way she could stoop to that level.
“No…im just going to wait until we are inside.” She replied sheepishly, Willow giving her a knowing look but letting herself get pulled away by Francesca with a hand buried in her crotch.
Watching them disappear into the ally Jana couldn’t help but groan quietly, doubling over for a moment as her bladder tried to make her give up, to make her follow them and pee. A burning sensation erupting between her legs as her tired muscles began to tremble. Cursing herself for wearing tight jean shorts she wished she could at least have had a pocket or something that she could use to hold herself without it being too obvious.
“Come on Vic, lets go see what’s up. Maybe we can get through this.” Roxy said, the pair of them matching off towards the bouncers next to the door. Getting calls and being stopped by a number of people who thought they were cutting. Even their progress was slow, but Jana hoped it would help her.
But now left to her own thoughts, with Polly being strangely quiet Jana had nothing to focus on but the deep pulses penetrating her bladder. She could almost see them, her vision pulsing in time with them as she screwed up all her body to contain half a days’ worth of pee, well far more than that she realised as she started totting up the pints compared to what she usually drank. Another brick added to the weight of her bloated organ with each pub. Whimpering she paced around in a small circle, biting her nails and trying desperately to hold on with all her being.
Rushing into the alley and despite it being for Willows sake, it was Francesca that ducked into a small alcove behind a series of bins first. A small puddle already there and showing they were probably not the first people to do this tonight.
“Keep an eye out” Francesca said, grabbing the waistband of her trousers and slowly shuffling them down out of sight. Getting into a crouch she sighed quietly as a stream of pee began to slowly fall out of her.
“Oooooooh” Willow moaned as the trickling noise of her friends pee almost caused her to lose control. But adding a second hand between her clenched thighs she bobbed on the spot, her face red with exertion. Looking back towards the pub she made sure that no one would be interrupting Francesca and hoped that she wouldn’t be long. A small rivulet of pee snaking out from under the bin and past her.
30 seconds later she heard Francesca begin to rustle her clothes back on, stepping out a few moments later looking happy with herself.
“Oh thank god, I was about to wet myself.” Willow smiled, knowing that she was about to get the relief she so badly needed. Trading places she rushed behind the bin, yanking her clothes down and falling into a squat as a heavily pressurised stream burst out of her and noisily splattered against the concrete.
Moaning loudly she lifted her head back as the tenseness and aches in her body stopped and were replaced with pure bliss. Her bloated bladder continuing to empty at some speed and the large puddle she was creating quickly overshadowing Francescas and rushing under the bin in more of a wave than a trickle.
“How are you still going!?” Francesca asked the other side of the bin 45 seconds later.
“Oh I don’t care.” Willow said, her voice a little hoarse as she continued to enjoy the simple feeling of peeing.
After another 10 seconds she finally finished, sighing again she asked Francesca for a tissue and feeling much better they both emerged from the ally to see Jana and Polly desperately waiting in line.
“I…I need to go again guys.” Polly said, her face blushing red once more.
She had been feeling the need to go since even just 5 minutes after she went last time. Part of her wondered if she had been to worried about taking a long time and had failed to relax and empty herself fully. With the added pint after pint of this stupid drink filling her small bladder rapidly. She had been hoping to make it to the next pub before breaking but this line was taking too long. Plus, she had been worried about what they would all think, but given Francesca had just peed for the second time no one really seemed to care. Why was she doing this to herself then, not that she wanted to pee outside. But if the que was too much longer that would happen either way.
Ordinarily she wouldn’t have even considered this, but maybe the alcohol was having some sort of effect on her, even if the others were not being impacted. In a weird way some of them had even seemed to sober up slightly since pre-drinks at Roxy’s.
“We will be in soon” Jana said to her, her voice more hopeful sounding that anything else.
“I…im sorry I just cant hold it. Would you be able to show me where you went?” She turned to Willow who just looked back surprised.
“Oooh, didn’t expect it from you.” She grinned back. “But yeah sure, you want to come too Jana?”
This was the second time in 5 minutes she had been asked and despite her most hopeful thoughts, they were all coming back to her peeing herself right here. But, if Polly was willing to give it ago, why couldn’t she.
“I….Yes!” She said eagerly as her mind caught up to the demands of her bladder.
“Its just there” Willow pointed to the spot her and Francesca had used, a lake of pee still spreading out from that area.
“Please can I go first, im about to...” Polly blushed, begging Jana but unable to finish the sentence.
Despite her own need she knew she had a large bladder and could wait the 30 seconds it would take Polly to pee. Nodding to Polly she watched as the shorter woman all but sprinted behind the container and another burst of pee hit the ground behind it.
Squatting awkwardly Polly was doing her best to shield herself, even though she was in cover she couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable to preying eyes. Wait, what about cameras she blushed. Her stream cutting off instantly as she looked up and around the walls, but thankfully there didn’t seem to be any. Her stream resuming as she felt her body relax again.
The splatter was pure torture for Jana, the noise bouncing around the inside of her head and causing her bladder to go wild. Gritting her teeth she writhed on the spot, her hands buried deep in her crotch. But thankfully, Pollys small bladder had emptied out in just 45 seconds even with a strange pause in the middle. A taunting gap where she had let her guard down only for the stream to suddenly and without warning restart and cause her to shudder violently.
“Ok my turn” Jana said, seeing a blushing Polly emerge.
But as she went to go behind the dumpster a whistle caught their attention. Looking back down the ally they saw Roxy waving at them.
“Oohhhh” Jana moaned, her bladder throbbing as her hands rested on the buttons for her tight jean shorts.
“Maybe they got us a way in, you can use the actual toilets.” Polly said mildly embarrassed that she had just peed outside instead of waiting 30 more seconds.
Clutching herself Jana took a deep breath and began the walk back to the line.
“Hey, so the guy said if we were just here for the promotion he would let us in. They have a bar to the side that is serving the Blue Wombat.” Roxy whispered to them, hoping to keep any competitors in line in the dark.
Whimpering to herself Jana walked slowly behind them, her face flushed and now shinning with sweat as she battle to keep her bladder in check.
True to their word the bouncer waved them in, giving Jana a weird look but not stopping her. To their right they spotted the bar, a large blue wombat sign hanging from it.
“Six please” Victoria asked happily, part of her wondering why hadn’t they thought to ask earlier.
“Bathroom” Jana muttered, smiling at the barwoman.
“Sorry, toilets are for paying customers only” She replied.
“I don’t care, ill buy whatever” Jana said, her voice becoming pained as desperate as she tried to barter for her relief.
“Im sorry, you would have to re-join the que” The bar woman said, shaking her head slowly and pointing to the line they had just skipped. A line that was even longer than it was when they had gotten there.
“You don’t understand, I really need it.” Jana said, pushing the problem in a way that wasn’t normal for her. But she wasn’t lying.
“Sorry, its policy”
“Its ok” Roxy said, putting an arm on Jana. “You can go in the alley; we have still saved time.”
“But…I...Ok” she said weakly, walking towards the exit.
But emerging on the street, despite only having been gone for 2 – 3 minutes the scenes has changed a little. Now the pedestrianised area was home to two police cars, leading a couple of women to the back of their car. Wetness currently spreading down the bare legs of one of them, her short black dress not hiding anything. While her friend hung her head, skin-tight jeans clearly showing evidence of someone who had been disturbed while relieving themselves. Strange splatter marks against her legs with trails down each leg indicating she had tried to pull up her trousers but hadn’t had enough control to stop her stream while doing it. Now the disgraced pair were being led away while their apparent boyfriends tried to talk them out of trouble with the police.
“No, no, no, no!” Jana panicked, her final solution taking off the cards. There was no way she could pee outside now and there was absolutely nowhere else to go.
“Where should we do this then?” Victoria asked, ignoring the twitching eyed Jana clutching at herself.
“Guys I cant” Jana said, admitting her need loudly for the first time.
“Come on, two minutes and then we will just wait until they have gone and you can go.”
“I cant go now, the police have already been there!” Jana said, her legs twisting inwards on themselves.
“Ok, then you can go at the next place.” Roxy said calmly, although with a hint of annoyance at another disruption or possibly reminder of her own filling bladder.
“I cant wait that long” Jana strained out through gritted teeth.
“Well then, what do you want to do?” Roxy asked, putting a hand on her hip.
“I don’t know, Please!” Jana begged, her bladder feeling moments from exploding and ruining her night and clothes.
“Look, the quicker we do this the quicker you can pee. Either after the police go or at the next place. If its all the way across town we can call a cab from the bar down there and you can go in while we wait.” Victoria summed up.
Grounding loudly Jana knew she was out of options. There was no way she was going make it through the line, the police had cut off her escape and that left one option, hold it!
“We love blue wombat” Jana mumbled as the others did their best to retain the energy they had started with. The pint of liquid flowing down her throat like a thick milkshake, her body trying to make it as unpleasant as possible to convince her to stop. But fixing her eyes on a star in the nights sky she let everything leave her mind as she just swallowed mouthful after painful mouthful of liquid.
Somehow she had drunk it, but it felt as if it has instantly reached her bladder. A strange tight bubbling sensation filling her bloated and stretched abdomen as she doubled over. A fork of pain splashing around inside of her as she tested her bodies limits.
“I’ve called a cab” Polly added, something Jana wasn’t sure if she was happy about or not. On one hand it meant she was already almost on their way to the next place. On the other it meant she would soon be stuck in another car for who knew how long. Just the thought made her whimper again, her hand pressing deeply against her crotch in a balled-up fist.
“Yess, another one right, were 8th guys!” Francesca announced happily, ignoring Janas plight. “Look out for Pea’s?” she continued confused, but thankfully the fully renewed Willow was on hand to figure it out.
“It’s a princes thing, like in the stories when they put a pea under the mattress, and she could tell.”
“Well, im glad that…”
Their conversation was interrupted by Jana as she moaned loudly, following it up with a squeak as she felt her bladder tremble, a spike of pure pain shooting outwards from her centre.
“Jesus Jana” Roxy laughed, unable to believe her friend has just made. But Jana didn’t care, her body was constantly shaking and despite the cool air outside she could feel the sweat gathering across her flushed skin.
“Guys I cant hold it.” She stammered.
“Well, you will just have too. We already talked about it.” Roxy continued, unconsciously crossing her legs.
“Im serious Im about too” Jana stopped, shuddering where she stood as the others raised their eyebrows, was she about too…
“Taxi’s here” Francesca said, elbowing Roxy.
“I…” Polly wanted to object, she could feel her control slipping. Her bladder was too full, she couldn’t hold it. Yet she let herself get almost escorted to the taxi, her eyes wide and hands balled into tight fists as she sat down.
“Ooooh” She groaned loudly, the button on her shorts digging into her bladder even more in this position. Hearing the door slam shut as Francesca dived in the front her heart went into overdrive as panic filled her body as quickly as the drinks were filling her bladder.
Breathing heavily she watched the town go by slowly, the traffic much lighter by this time in the evening.
“We will be there shortly.” Polly said, gently pressing into Jana and trying to reassure her.
But all Jana could think about was what if there was a que, what if there were even more people outside the next place. If there were no ally’s or worse the police were there. How many people would see her wet her clothes, she could feel it even now!
Her bladder trembling, spasming, expanding against her muscles and causing her entire body to feel like it was being pressurised from the outside.
“Uhh” Jana grunted, feeling another spasm. But unlike the last few times this one wasn’t stopping. The electric twanging of her muscles was continuing incessantly, heating her up from the inside.
Looking out the window she knew they were still at least 10 minutes from the bar they were heading too. There was no way she would make it, there was just no way.
“You have to pull over” Jana said, the others turning to look at her while the driver gave her a suspicious look in the mirror.
“She's fine, she can hold it” Roxy replied, waving for the driver to carry on.
“Roxy, I cant…I am about to lose it.” Jana sobbed.
“Come on, you have held it longer than this. Just like 10 minutes, where are you going to go out here anyway.” Victoria asked.
“Iv’e never needed to go this badly.” Jana pleased, a tear rolling down the side of her face, but doing little to convince her friends.
“Guys, maybe we should, we have all been except her.” Willow pointed out, well aware of what it felt like having been desperate just minutes before.
“I haven’t” Roxy said, raising her head proudly at that accomplishment even though she had been starting to show signs that even her massive bladder was starting to struggle.
“Please…” Jana sobbed next to her.
“There is the public toilet, pull over up there.” Polly said, making the decision for them all and directing the driver without even asking the others. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Jana, it was her fault she still needed to go. If she had let her go first in the alley the others would probably have been more forgiving of her. They knew she had a small bladder, which apparently now came with some advantages. Not that they out weighed the daily disadvantages.
As the car pulled up on the side of the road Jana almost cried in relief, opening the door before it had even come to a stop and rushing for the toilet. The pain of running quickly only slightly more than what she had already been feeling. At least now she was up her bladder was lest compressed although that was quickly counteracted by the sudden movements.
Bolting for the large silver structure she slammed the open button only for the LED button to display that it was currently occupied.
“No, no, no” Jana stammered as she bobbed around in a small circle. Her bladder shaking inside her, the rolling tide of energy drink thrashing around agonisingly.
“Nooo” she whispered again as she stopped, her aching muscles had finally failed in that last spin. A tiny spurt of wetness breaking through her defences, the miniscule amount sneaking out between her iron grip and wetting her panties.
Breathing heavily for a few seconds she could feel the process beginning, the start of the end, her control had maybe seconds before she would lose it. Shuffling over a few steps Jana almost threw herself into the bushes to her left, yanking down her jean shorts that were thankfully still dry. A second later her bladder exploded, a noisy thick stream of pee shooting out of her and hitting the soil beneath her.
Still panting, her face bright red and covered in sweat she finally relaxed as her giant bladder got what it wanted. Her stream continuing for some time, the puddle she was making washing away the top layer of soil and creating a waterfall from the brick work at the slightly elevated side of the bushes. The decorative plats placed in the centre of town almost drowning in the torrent she was creating. After almost two minutes her stream abruptly ended, the light soil dried from the last heatwave entirely darkened for two meters around her.
Still shaking Jana quickly covered herself up, now becoming aware that she had just pissed in the middle of the town square, dozens of people walking by her. Most thankfully to drunk to notice the desperate blonde peeing openly next to them. Blushing deeply she felt humiliated, but at least her clothes were still for the most part dry.
Walking back towards the car she had almost forgotten about the contest, but seeing Roxy standing their tapping her foot she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed by her friend who had refused all of them the simple comfort of a bathroom at least once. They might be in a contest but Roxy was definitely taking it too seriously.
“I hope there were no cameras” Victoria laughed, “Put on quite the show there.”
“How are you doing?” Polly asked, sticking her head out of the cab, getting a nod from Jana who was still putting herself back together.
“Can we get going, we have already lost so much time with people peeing. Its kind of embarrassing, especially you Jana. I thought I could have relied on you!” Roxy said coldly, Victoria nodding despite being one of the first to pee.
“No one asked you.” Jana snapped uncharacteristically, getting a few glances from the others.
“Hey, peoples small bladders are not my fault.” Roxy replied, trying to defend herself but just insulting her more.
“Yeah, well if you think we have wasted so much time peeing I am sure you and Victoria will be happy to hold it until we are back home.” Jana shot back.
“Absolutely, we weren’t even thinking about it.” Roxy finished, crossing her arms under her chest.
“Great well I guess that is settled then.” Jana said, sitting back down in the cab. The awkward tension palpable but now as she finally let her muscles relax fully she couldn’t help but feel better. The stress of the last hour or so ebbing away as the cab pulled away and the headed off to the next bar. Their bladders all relieved, except Roxy who was already regretting her choice slightly, but she would show Jana. Her bladder was capable of anything and its strength would be the thing that allowed them to win this contest. They would all be thanking it, or her once the night was over.
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I hope you all enjoyed reading this first part of the story. The other part probably wont be finished for a few weeks, so I hope this was enjoyable on its own. Its taken a while to get this part done so sorry to anyone that was waiting, real life has been a bit manic (Thankfully in a good way). |
Hey, sorry this took so long. Work has been busy and I was struggling to come up with an ending. Part of the problem of setting it up as an interactive was even I didnt know where it was going to end up! But here is chapter 2 and the conclusion, I hope you enjoy it!
The desperate promotion – Part 2 of 2
“And six pints of water please” Willow said, a cheeky smile on her face as the stood at the bar Of the Princess inn. “Wouldn’t want you guys to get drunk would we”. Willow repeated the earlier sentiment and enjoyed the unconfident look she got from Victoria. She wasn’t usually one to get her own back for something, but Victoria had made the decision for all of them when handing them the water earlier. Her own desperation increasing very quickly after that point, the extra fluid steaming through her system fuelled by the probably diuretic energy drinks. Roxy for her part was still playing the strong and confident type, but Willow had been seeing the signs of someone starting to feel their bladder fill for at least the last hour. Her friend had been doing a good job of hiding it, but Willow was sure she would be backing down from her position soon. For all they knew it could carry on for hours, with dozens of pubs still to come.
“I know what you are doing, but it doesn’t matter” Roxy said, glaring at her friend slightly who was still smiling at her. Grabbing the glass, she tipped it back and began to chug, a show of force while the others slowly sipped from theirs. A few smiles could be seen from that outburst, It seemed that it wasn’t just Jana that had felt hard done by over the last few hours, and now they were going to enjoy playing with Roxy.
“Right then, should we make a move” Roxy chimed up after downing the water quickly, placing the empty pint glass on the counter.
The others paused for a moment exchanging glances, maybe this wasn’t such a good plan. Picking up the pace they followed suit and emerged out into the night once again, their bright blue energy drink cans in their hands and ready to be drunk.
Behind them and out of sight of the others, Roxy allowed herself to quickly press into her crotch for a moment. The cold nights air reaching her straining bladder and causing it to contract inside her for a moment. The stiff hem of her overly tight jeans digging into her painfully, she considered undoing the top button but knew the others would take that as a sign of weakness.
Thankfully as they cheered and started drinking most of them were feeling somewhat refreshed. Jana, Willow, Polly and Francesca had all enjoyed making use of the great outdoors for better or worse, their bladders empty and almost carefree. Although all were aware of the fullness of their stomachs, still bulging out slightly with the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed over the night. But they at least had a little bit of time before it flowed into their bladders. Only the buxom Roxy and Victoria had reason to worry as they downed their 7th pint of energy drink of the night.
*Ding*
“Hey, were down in 11th” Polly said a little sadly after having lost a couple of places despite their correct answer. The waiting around in line and short detour to the toilet for Jana had been somewhat of a speedbump. Although it could have been worse, in more than one way Jana thought to herself.
“Right then, we are really going to have to motor through these.” Willow said, seemingly taking the lead of the group from Roxy who was once again standing rigidly with her arms and legs crossed.
“If anyone needs to pee, just tell us early and we can work out the best place to do it. No point in wasting an empty bathroom if it will save us time at the next place right?”, a small glance at Polly telling the others who she was thinking about. But even so, they couldn’t help but all feel like they had been in that position at least once this night.
“Since there are just 4 of us now, we can do two at a time?” Francesca brought up, smiling back at Roxy and Victoria and hoping to see them flinch or falter but they stood strong. Although a faint glimmer could be seen reflecting the lights of the bar on Roxy’s face.
“I cant believe you involved me in this” Victoria said to Roxy as Francesca looked down at her phone, her attention taken away from them.
“Oh come on, you were teasing her just as much, and anyway we will be fine. How many more pubs could there possibly be on this thing.” Roxy replied, uncrossing her legs and despite the fraying at the corners of her appearance, she sounded absolutely confident in her ability to wait until they were over.
“We don’t know it could be….”
“Taxi’s here” Polly said again, pointing down a couple of hundred meters to the road and cutting Victoria's complaint off.
For the next 45 minutes things went as well as possible, the group becoming veterans in their riddles, or maybe they were getting easier. The game designer hoping to give those who were falling behind a chance at catching up, but it seemed to be working out well for them.
First the Boat house, a fisherman’s friend that had pulled them up to 8th. Then on to the Jolly moose via a quick detour to Box factory pub where Polly and Francesca took use of the empty bathrooms to relieve themselves in a pit stop almost as fast as you would see in formula one. Their small bladders emptying themselves in under 30 seconds, it seemed even their organs were now putting in the effort to help them win this thing.
With 4 out of 4 right answers they cheered after downing their drinks outside the Jolly moose.
“We are in first!” Jana said in delight as she held her phone, but looking up she didn’t get the same level of excitement from the others she was with. Polly and Willow had already walked off to grab a taxi from the rank nearby. It seemed pointless to call a taxi if there were some just a short walk away and they were trying to keep the momentum they had built up. That just left Jana with Francesca who was currently fixing her hair using her phone, Victoria and Roxy who had barely said a word in the last 10 minutes. Both dark haired women were standing with their legs pressed together tightly, and rocking on the spot as they tried to battle the increasing pressure inside their bodies. Although, it was easy to see that despite her stalwart facial expressions, it was Roxy who was beginning to suffer the worst having not relieved herself all night. A giant bulge pushing out of her usually toned stomach and squeezing against the deathly tight waist band of her jeans. A noticeable bulge pushing up and over it, the buttons almost pulled back through the holes by the pressure being exerted on them by her stomach and bladder. The recent uptick in speed and efficiency forcing them both to down pints faster than they had the rest of the night, the swimming pools worth of liquid now sitting in their round, heavy stomachs.
The others had been watching them both but in particular Roxy, originally in enjoyment of her getting some of her own medicine. That has soon changed to a sort of morbid fascination, with each establishment they visited her bulge grew and the pressure increased. They were all starting to wonder how far she could go, her insurmountable bladder taking a beating but holding in there, much to their surprise. In the last pub she had almost groaned after downing the drink, her teeth clenched and nostrils flaring. But she didn’t break, her face sweating and pale but still she held on silently. Would she ever break, surely she must realise at some point she would reach a limit.
“Jana…” Victoria said sweetly, her own face flushed and legs rubbing against one another rapidly.
“Yes?” Jana replied in kind, knowing where this was going and revelling in the satisfaction she was about to get.
“Im sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean it.” Victoria said.
“Do you mean what you said to me, to Polly, to Willow? Or about being able to hold it all night to help us win?” Jana said back, enjoying it a little more than she should. The alcohol was clearly brining out a slightly more sadistic side she didn’t know she had.
“I…all of it. I really, really need to pee.” Victoria begged calmly, bobbing on the spot.
“Well, Maybe you can go in the next place.” Jana replied.
“Hey, that wasn’t me that was Roxy!” Said Victoria, throwing her friend under the bus.
“Oooahh” Roxy groaned, wobbling slightly where she was stood, a hand resting on her bloated bladder as she looked off into the distance with a thousand-yard stare. The involuntary noise the first clear sign she had given to the others she was starting to struggle, not that they hadn’t already noticed. They were sure even passers by could by now tell something was off, the bouncers had given her a strange look but let them in anyway. Probably thinking she was going be sick rather than what was actually wrong with her, her boulder of a bladder.
“You doing alright there?” Jana asked, but the question went unanswered as Roxy just stood there. Clearly she was too preoccupied with ignoring her bladders fullness to reply.
“Oh, looks like they got us one” Francesca replied, holding up her phone with a text message from Willow telling them to get their asses over there.
Taking a few steps, slow steps in Victoria's case they noticed Roxy hadn’t moved. Her white face extenuating her crimson lips that she was biting nervously. The pristine lines of her lipstick now slightly smudged with marks on her front teeth from where they bit into her painted flesh.
“Roxy!” Victoria exclaimed, her own desperation adding urgency to the remark. While she had pee’d once this night, it hadn’t taken long for the multiple pints of energy drink to fill her once again. Now as she restlessly waited for her partner in crime, it was clear to everyone she was basically back to where she had been a couple of hours before. Although this time, the urgency would only be getting worse and worse as the pints flowed through her system relentlessly. Last time it had only been a couple of beers and some water, a fact that she herself was all too aware of.
“What!” Roxy snapped back, her legs uncrossing and re-crossing as a hand hovered near her crotch but she refused to give in with everyone watching. A wave of sudden desperation causing her to teeter slightly as she fought against doubling over completely.
“Taxi, this way” Victoria added, pointing down the street.
“Oh ok” Roxy said, taking a single step before pausing. Looking up she blushed in embarrassment as she realised her friends were watching her every desperate move. She couldn’t believe how humiliated this made her feel. Forcing herself she took another step, grunting softly as she shifted her body around the heavy weight in her abdomen.
It took a few minutes to make the walk with the overfilled Roxy struggling to maintain any pace at all. Clear spikes in pain and desperation were flowing through her body as some of the others watched, her facial muscles twitching and reacting to the sensations going on in her body. But eventually they reached the Cab, Victoria leading the way and quickly ushering the others waiting into the car so they could get underway as soon as possible. Her desperation making her act almost in complete opposite of Roxy.
“Huuu” Roxy made a strange noise as she was forced to compress her bladder as she sat in the back of the cab, her eyes widening and hands moving to “rest” in her lap. Thankfully it seemed the driver wasn’t paying any attention and as the door to her left slammed shut they were on their way.
Arriving at the silly goose 15 minutes later they clamoured out the taxi slowly and headed towards the two story pub on the outskirts of Goose Green. A number of people enjoying the large open green and clear skies for late night picnics or dog walks.
“Guys I really need to pee” Victoria said, bobbing up and down on the spot a little faster than she was before, both hands firmly between her legs. “I’ll be quick I promise.” She pleaded, pivoting her body and doing her best to look innocent.
“Uhhh” Willow sighed, looking at Jana before laughing slightly to herself.
“Well I guess…..”
“WE LOVE BLUE WOMBAT!” A group to their right shouted loudly, causing them all to look over.
“Shit, we need to be quick!” Francesca commented, they were no longer in first and the competition was literally right there!
“Let go!” Willow said urgently as they pushed towards the pub, leaving Roxy standing on her own again. Looking back for a moment the others paused as they watched the desperate woman put one foot tentatively in front of the other. Her lips still pursed and a pained expression on her face.
“Roxy….” Willow started.
“Im fine!” Roxy shot back slightly angrily. Her body racked in pain and betraying her, she had never had this much trouble holding in her pee but right now she felt humiliated by her childish lack of control.
Not needing any more encouragement or wanting to avoid her anger, the others dashed in.
“Look, the toilets empty I could go now!” Victoria said as they passed the ladies room, the door open and inviting them in.
“No way, we are in second and only like a minute behind the others. What If the next place is the last one.” Francesca said, walking between Victoria and the toilet and steering her towards the bar. “Do you want to win?”
“I want to not piss myself” Victoria said sadly, pivoting her right leg and squeezing herself a little tighter.
“Well you better keep those ladies muscles clenched, im not loosing this because you were rude to us and then couldn’t control yourself.” Francesca replied, it seemed the closer they got to the front the more they were actually believing they could win it. Something that was making them a little more determined not to let anyone else off the hook for what they had claimed or said earlier.
Next to them Polly couldn’t help but feel bad for Victoria, despite what she had said earlier. It was just who she was and was why they were friends. Although, part of her couldn’t help but feel a little good about herself, this time it wasn’t her that was causing them any problems. Her smaller bladder sure had been an issue early on, but since then she had only gone a couple of times and Francesca had been just as many times. But being completely truthful, she too could feel her bladder filling. It had been over almost an hour since she had peed and they had all been constantly drinking through that time. Placing a hand on her stomach she felt it churn slightly, the quantity of energy drinks sitting a little uneasily inside her. The fizzy liquid only amping up the pressure she and the others were feeling inside their bodies.
Scanning themselves in Roxy was just about able to keep her outstretched hand steady enough for the barmaid to scan her. A strange look from the woman to the others asking them if they knew if she was ok, but she didn’t say anything. Handing over the cans that they all took swiftly, turning to leave.
“Please, I need to pee and so does Roxy” Victoria pleaded as they approached the open bathrooms.
“Im fine” Roxy replied in a coldly robotic tone, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face as she lumbered along behind them.
“Well I need to pee, come on please!” Victoria begged.
“Lets do this and if we are wrong you can pee, or if the taxi is a few minutes away then you can go then.” Willow countered, starting to feel bad for her but still wanting to win.
“Oooh” Victoria whined, giving in and following them out into the nights air once more.
But reaching the bottom of the slope to the pub she couldn’t help but moan loudly, doubling over and clutching herself again.
“I cant drink any more, im about to explode!” She whined.
“UHgh!” Roxy grunted beside them again, her body clearly reaching intolerable levels of desperation as she fought against the giant mass of liquid bearing down on her tiring muscles.
“Do we even have to drink them” Roxy asked quietly, staring strangely at the can in her hand after taking a moment to regain some semblance of control. Although the question itself was a sure sign of how much she was struggling, at the start of the night or even an hour earlier she would never had suggested that.
“Yeah, how would they know!” Victoria asked excitedly, looking over towards the others.
“Do you guys really want to take that risk?” Willow asked.
“Yeah, come on I want these tickets. Don’t get us disqualified now we are basically in the lead!” Francesca replied, folding her arms across her chest and giving both the desperate women a disapproving look. Ignoring the rest of them and dashing to a toilet was one thing, in fact Francesca was assuming that was what would happen when they finally reached their actual limits. But to get them disqualified was totally different. She and the others hadn’t gone all over town to mess it up now.
“But I….” Victoria said exasperatedly, bending over clutching her stomach with one hand while the other stayed between her tightly crossed legs.
“Right, lets do this. Who knows it might be the last one!” Jana said, pointing to the phone that had now been set up opposite them.
“We love blue wombat” they shouted at Polly's phone again for the umpteenth time that night, some of them sounding far more convincing that others. The establishments and drinks blurring together and being hard to count as the night wore on.
“Oooha” Victoria whined again, throwing the empty can away from herself and dropping into a crouched position, leaning back she began bobbing on her heels to give her stomach as much room as possible. Fumbling with her Jeans she undid the top button. Breathing heavily through her nose as she set her bladder free, although the relief was worryingly short lived. Another painful pulse rolling through her abdomen as she bounced, slamming her shoe into her crotch as if hammering a nail into a the boards covering the cracking defences of her muscles. The onslaught of water and drinks driving her crazy, the strange bouncing jostling everything around inside her violently but for some reason it seemed to help. The overbearing weight on her muscles gone, replaced with a painful sensation as if the expanded bag of water inside her was pulling on her skins nerves directly. But somehow it seemed to help her desperation, the pain replacing the overwhelming urge to pee like stubbing a toe to ignore a headache.
“Right you guys said I could go if we got it wrong or the taxi is late?” She said to the others.
“We were right!” Polly announced a moment later, “We in first again!”
Wait, why were we rushing. What about that other group at the front shouting about blue wombat? Victoria thought to herself.
"Weird, I guess that other group got another of the clues wrong and came here?" Willow said to Jana,
Dam it that meant that was one option down for peeing now, Victoria thought to herself, but that still left….
But as she looked up a she noticed a cab pulling up, a group of 4 people rushing out and towards the pub. They must be the group in second and were only 2 minutes ahead of them. That kind of difference was tiny, a wrong turn in the taxi, even walking slower than them could cost them the lead. But Victoria couldn’t help but hope that somehow as she watched Polly talk to the driver, that he already had another fare lined up. She knew she shouldn’t be hoping for that, she and all of her friends really wanted these tickets. It was rumoured to be the last time the band would tour, they couldn’t miss this opportunity. But she felt minutes if not seconds from soaking her jeans and embarrassing herself.
“He’s free!” Polly said waving them over to the now unoccupied cab.
“Oooh” Victoria sobbed internally, before groaning loudly as she heaved her heavily bloated bladder up from her position. Forks of pain shooting out as her skin creaked under the strain of its increased mass. Ambling towards the cab next to the equally slow moving and deathly white Roxy, their footsteps was causing powerful pulses to radiate from their throbbing bladders.
“Ooohohoh” The pair whimpered as the lowered themselves into the cab.
“Oh GOD!” Roxy shouted as she sat down in the cab, a hand shooting to her waist, grasping at her jeans for a second before a loud and sudden tearing noise could be heard. Followed a second later by a series of loud clinks as the top button of her jeans exploded off them and ricochet around the cab.
“Jesus” The cab driver muttered to himself.
“Sorry” Polly said sweetly, hoping he wasn’t about to kick them out for that, or more likely the two writhing women clearly minutes from peeing in his cab.
“Where too?” He said, shaking his head.
“Hog and Handmaid please” Polly replied, the clue about an unlikely friendship fairly simple to deduce, although it had been a fierce discussion while waiting for Roxy and Victoria to reach them outside about this and the stag and pheasant. But of the two options this seemed the odder, so off they went.
By this time in the night the roads were much clearer. It was almost midnight and everyone was clearly already where they were spending the night. The occasional taxi whizzed passed them, taking their drunk occupants home early. Lines of people were now starting to form outside the late night takeaways as they spilled out of the pubs and headed to the bars and night clubs that stayed open later. A quick detour to recharge before heading out again.
“We neeeeeed to stop” Victoria whined again.
“Ignore her” Francesca said, trying to play it off to the driver.
“Im about to wet myself”
“You better not!” The driver said angrily, looking in his rear-view mirror.
“She can hold it, it will be fine!” Willow cut her off, ignoring her desperate plea and holding up a hand apologetically to the driver.
“Wait, the toilet in town. Please, I can just use that.” Victoria countered, thinking back to Jana and her near miss earlier.
“Its like 5 minutes to the next place, come on!” Francesca countered again.
“We can hold it” Roxy said, her face a deep grimace as she violently gripped her crotch with all her might. Even with the button flying off and the temporary release, it was only helping so much in this position.
“I cant….” Victoria repeated, rocking backwards and forwards in her seat. But as she stammered out those words she noticed the metallic silver cubicle go past in the window, a long line of desperate looking people waiting their turn. Several unable to wait and urinating publicly next to it, a couple even using the same bushes Jana had been forced to earlier. It seemed she had inadvertently used what seemed to be an almost regular feature for late night relief.
Moaning deeply she hung her head, her feet starting to stamp into the floor of the car as she continued to rock in her seat, the subtle acceleration of the taxi telling them all the driver didn’t want to take any chances. A bonus for their chances of staying in first but as they hit a small pot hole that would have been bearable at lower speeds, Victoria and Roxy both groaned loudly. Their muscles assaulted by the sudden bump and shaking their control violently.
Hearing the women grunt behind him, the driver once again looked their way. A prolonged glance back, not at their faces but the condition of the seats under them. Clearly worrying more about his upholstery than the uncomfortable passengers. Lifting his foot off the pedal he decided that the best option for him and his car was to take their time. Even if it put more time between the women and a bathroom, that wasn’t his problem. It would take longer but he knew from experience in this town hitting the pot holes wouldn’t end well. More than once desperate passengers had lost control in his car, then trying to blame him for going to fast and refusing to pay. He wasn’t going to give these women any reason not to pay, so doing his best to ignore the constant shuffling and grunting he focused on the road ahead. Trying to be as smooth and careful as possible.
Despite this, the group arrived quickly at the next pub, a few smokers stood outside the front, but it looked like there was no que.
“I need to pee” Victoria said again as she cradled her bloated bladder getting out of the taxi. A prolonged Grunt escaping from Roxy behind her. The weight of standing tugging down at her muscles as gravity took hold and she lost the support of the seat.
Swallowing deeply the dark-haired woman closed her eyes, sucking in her lips and she fought ever increasingly urgent waves of desperation. She had passed all previously known limits and desperation levels almost an hour ago. Roxy didn’t know how this could get any worse, but she was determined to hold it all in, no matter what. Her bladder was indestructible and would take anything she threw at it!
“I need to pee” Victoria announced once more, no one seemingly acknowledging her.
“Fine you can pee when we submit the clip” Francesca snapped, they had all heard her the first 10 times in the cab. At least Jana hadn’t gone on about it like she was now.
“I need to go now!” Victoria pleaded, her legs violently shaking and rubbing furiously together.
“How about we at least get the drinks?” Jana suggested “That way if anyone else comes in we don’t lose any time behind them?”
Nodding Victoria continued slowly towards the pub, but behind them they noticed another taxi pulling up. It was the group from before!
“Quick!” Willow almost shouted
“I cant do quick!” Victoria answered back as Roxy heaved herself forwards. Her eyes burning and hands now grasping and clutching her aching bladder. One foot in front of the other was all she could think about as they made their way forwards. The other group seemingly more relaxed as one of them got out of the cab.
Making eye contract with Polly it seemed like they realised the situation quickly, ushering the others to get out of the taxi. They were so close every second mattered! Maybe not at this pub or the next one, but they would all add up eventually.
Turning Polly ran for it, joined by Francesca and Jana they apologised to a waiter on his way out the front door they almost ran into.
Quickly finding the bar they approached the bar.
“6 Blue wombat” Polly uttered breathlessly.
“Sure thing” The barman said with a strange smile on his face.
Combing a strand of her hair from her face Polly suddenly felt a little subconscious, why was he looking at her like that.
Grabbing the cans, she went to run away before he remined her of their wrist bands.
“Oh yeah sorry” She blushed again, holding out her hand just as the others made their way over. Roxy and Victoria slowly approaching as the other group barged through. Thankfully though Polly had got their first.
“How can I help” A bar tender asked to their left, the other group instantly darting over.
“Come on!” Polly waved them over urgently, but it seemed the two bloated and desperate women approaching we going as fast as their bodies would allow. The pained and heavy breathing audible even before they got to the counter.
Finally having scanned themselves they each grabbed a drink a glance over to the other group showing they truly were neck and neck. Walking back towards the door Victoria slowed near the sign to the ladies.
“I nee….”
“Don’t even say it, move! What if this is the last place. You can pee after we find out.” Francesca said sternly
Whimpering Victoria continued, picking up her pace and walking through the door, Jana having run ahead with Polly to set up their phone. The other group now passing them once again as the groaning and straining Roxy let out another deep noise as she hoisted her massively expanded body along.
Breathing in through clenched teeth both of them made it outside, Willow waiting with the next door open and accidently holding it open for the other team.
Emerging into the cold air they both gasped, their desperation peaking but moving next to Willow they are ready to film.
“We love blue wombat!” Both groups yelled, almost in unison. The night air filled with the popping sounds of a dozen cans being opened.
Tipping them back most of them guzzled them down, the two groups eyeing each other as they raised their cans further and further into the air. Sucking the drinks out of the cans and greedily slurping them as fast as possible. The nights race could be won or lost in these moments. Or….there could be another 10 pubs to go.
A thought that hit Roxy as she grunted into her can. She was desperately trying to drink but there was in immovable lump in her throat, her whole body tensing up to save her bladder. It was maxed out, hitting its capacity several drinks ago. But despite this she had continued to down them, but now it seemed that it was just impossible.
“Oaaahhh!” Roxy groaned, doubling over violently as her body rebelled against drinking anything more. Forks of pain radiated from her bladder, her skin tingling painfully as it was stretched taught across her massively distended abdomen. The basket ball sized protrusion pushing against her already damaged clothes. The sheer weight of it pulling on the tendons in her back as she stooped.
Next to her, the others in her group had finished, even Victoria who was already dancing around madly. Sweat was pouring off both of them as they struggled, grunting and groaning.
“Allright we got it” Someone from the other group yelled.”
“Arhhhh” Roxy shouted as she pulled herself up, forcing the can to her lips and drinking again. Her bladder shaking and painfully contracting inside of her. But they had a contest to win, her bladder could take it.
Finally the can was empty and upturning it Polly rushed over to the camera, maybe if her connection was better they could upload first? Although what would really matter was who could get the taxi to the next place first. Something that had already occurred to her.
While Roxy had been struggling with the drink she had grabbed Jana’s phone and quickly booked them a taxi. It would already be on the way, so even if they were now in second they would quickly retake the lead.
“YYYEEEESSS!!!!” A shout came from her left. Looking over the group next to them were celebrating, sharing hugs and high fives.
“No….” Polly said softly as the realisation dawned on them. They were not just celebrating being in first….but they had won!”
*Ding*
Looking down it only confirmed it.
“congratulations on completing the challenge, you have placed 2nd”
Congratulations……. Polly thought to herself.
“No way it was that close” Willow in disbelief as they watched the other group enter the pub to celebrate.
“We lost?” Jana said sadly, everything she had been through tonight had been for nothing?
We might have won if someone could have controlled themselves Roxy said, her face sweating and in a mess that made it seem a little hypocritical to be confronting someone about the size of their bladder. Yet it seems she couldn’t resist taking one last shot at Jana, the discomfort she was in caused by the blonde haired woman who has seen fit to doubt her. There was never any question in her mind.
“Me?” Jana asked, now annoyed that her friend was blaming her.
“Yes you, if you could have held it until the next pub we wouldn’t have come second”
“Guys…I really need to pee!” Victoria interjected, for some reason not just rushing off to the bathroom the moment the result came in. Now dancing around them in a small circle.
“Well, now its over we can go. Those of us that have some self control” Roxy replied, squinting at Jana as sweat rolled down from her forehead.
“Actually, if you remember, you agreed to hold it until we were back home. I don’t know about this but it doesn’t seem like your house to me?”
“You cant be serious?” Willow said to Jana, indicating to the throbbing, desperately dancing women that looked seconds from exploding in a shower of piss.
“Hey, im not stopping them peeing now. Im just saying what they agreed too” Jana said, knowing full well what that kind of thing would do to Roxy. She may as well have been stopping her physically.
“Fine, im in nnn…no hurry” Roxy said, folding her arms across her chest.
“I don’t fucking care anymore, ive already said sorry so im going to go and pee before I piss my pants right here.” Victoria said, slowly and with careful steps walking back towards the pub.
Raising an eyebrow Jana once again silently challenged Roxy, wondering if Victoria giving in would end her prideful display. She once again couldn’t help but be impressed by the display of fortitude, but now it was just getting silly. She was clearly in pain but refusing to give up. Her entire body seemed to be quivering and straining at the seams to keep the nights worth of drinks inside of her. The contest was over but still wouldn’t give in, not that she was helping make that easy.
“Guys! There was a huge line and im about to pee myself!” Victoria said hastily as she arrived back at the group, an exerted and worried look on her face. Now moving faster to the annoyance of Roxy and Francesca. It seemed now that she wasn’t trying to hold it and was simply looking for somewhere to pee she had become frantically fast moving. Her legs bouncing up and down as she almost marched around them in desperate agony.
“Well the Taxi is here and Roxy’s house is like 3 minutes away” Willow suggested. She was done with tonight, they hadn't won the tickets and now she just wanted to get home and relax.
“Well I have to say, I didn’t expect you to make it.” Francesca admitted as a red-faced Victoria and pale as a sheet Roxy walked in, the latter having thrown her keys to Willow to open up. Unable to take the time or concentration away from holding herself to find the keys and unlock the door. Their stomachs and bladders several times larger than they had been when they had left 5 hours earlier.
“Well…we….did” Roxy replied, pausing for breath between each word. It might have been an attempt at emphasis and to rub it in their faces, but if it was, it had failed dramatically and only emphasised how close she was to her limit.
“Just” Willow threw into the conversation, a smile on her face. Now with the toilet so close to them, she didn’t mind jibing at them again. After all, it was all their own prideful fault.
“I…Im fine. I could keep going longer” Roxy muttered out in her direction.
“Oh no, no more. I’m not letting you bust my bladder any more than you have already.” Victoria said, monetarily looking up to waggle a finger at Roxy before shuddering and returning the much needed hand to between her legs.
“Yeah and you don’t have to pretend any more, we can see your bladder through your shirt, not to mention what its done to your jeans.” Willow said, pointing at the giant bulge sticking out of her usually flat stomach and broken jeans.
“It looks like your jeans are about to burst open” Victoria added, still marching on the spot. Seemingly waiting for someone to give her permission to pee still.
“Im fine, im in control” Roxy said in a monotone voice as her eyes twitched in response to the obvious lie she was trying to perpetrate.
“Really, even now?” Jana asked, smiling in disbelief about her friend’s stubbornness. But taking a deep breath she shook her head. “Look, you’ve kept your word and I can’t say I’m not impressed. Why don’t you just go and pee.”
“I am fine!” Roxy repeated, swallowing hard at the end of the sentence.
“I….didnt say you weren’t” Jana started before being cut off by a tug on her shirt.
“Um I…” A red-faced Polly said, her face contorted in desperation herself. She had managed to go the last few pubs without going, a source of pride but also discomfort for the small woman. Somehow despite the onslaught of drinks, she had managed to stay level with Francesca on pees. Despite her small frame and small bladder she hadn’t been the cause of their loss. Not that she blamed Jana either, the other group must just have been faster.
“Can I….” Polly started before frowning and bending slightly.
“Of course Polly, you don’t have to ask me.” Jana said moving to the side as the desperate woman ran through. Why were they asking her, had she really taken over as task master of their bladders?
“Ok im next” Francesca added, despite having peed the most frequently during the night and being far less desperate than either Victoria or Roxy. In fact it would have been hard to tell she even needed to go if she hadn’t asked, a familiar thing to happen through the night. Despite never having actually looked desperate the entire night, she had been the one afforded most toilet breaks along with Polly.
“No way, when she comes out I need to go otherwise there will be a massive wet patch in your hallway Roxy, Tell her.”
Looking longingly at the door to her own toilet she snapped out of the trance, her white cheeks flushing as if being discovered that she actually needed to pee. “Your bladder can handle it, I thought you had control.” Roxy replied, being caught out making her double down, almost challenging Victoria or mocking her for admitting such a basic need. “We can wait until after them all.” Roxy continued her eyes blinking quickly as she clearly winced as something painful happened inside her maxed out bladder.
“We have drunk like a million pints, and I’ve only peed once!” Victoria cried, re-crossing her legs tighter and banging her balled up fists into her thighs in despair or anger.
“I haven’t gone once.” Roxy said coldly, flinching again as despite her confident words her body betrayed her. Painful rumbling pulses beginning to flow through her distended bladder as the waves of pee crashed up against her straining muscles. The tight cramping sensations she had been feeling for over an hour now impossible to ignore, and it was taking all her strength not to be constantly groaning from the monumental effort. The few she had accidently let out made her feel ridiculous, imagine not being able to contain yourself.
“Yeah and just look at you!” Victoria replied, doubling over while indicating to the heavily pregnant looking, sweating mess that the once beautiful woman had become, all for the cost of her pride.
Hearing the toilet flush through the otherwise quiet house both desperate women flinched, pursing their lips and bending over slightly. A moment of hesitation that might prove fatal as the door opened to reveal a slightly awkward looking Polly who was now being stared at. But a couple of seconds later she was pushed out of the doorway by Francesca who claimed the bathroom despite the earlier protests. The door shutting and the sound of the small metal bolt sliding into place audible above the exhale of air from Victoria.
Staring at the badly painted white door, Victoria couldn’t take it any more, her bladder throbbed and this time her muscles were going to listen to its demand to relieve itself.
“Oh god.” She said, standing upright and cupping her groin with both hands. She could feel it, the inevitable was happening, her muscles were faltering. The steel walls of her bladder beginning to buckle under the weight of the energy drinks inside her, was that extra pint of water the fatal drink of the night? She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer, her mind already made up. Shuffling more than walking she rushed past the others, heading for her only salvation, the small patio back garden.
Reaching the large glass doors she almost wept as they refused to move, her muscles quivering and burning as she took their much needed support away. For a second she felt her muscles contract and then relax. Clenching for all she was worth she regained control and despite the momentary relaxation she couldn’t feel any wetness, a small blessing considering. Continuing to clench her thighs, she ground them against each other as she bounced on one foot. But thankfully she had been here before and knew she only needed to click the little white handle thing, something easier when sober and not breaking your neck for a piss she thought to herself.
But after a few seconds she managed to click open the door, sliding it open and rushing through. Hitting the now cold air of the night she felt her bladder spasm again and this time a burst of pee rushed through her defences, a small warm patch now in her underwear but she was more worried about the rest of it, than the tiny amount that had escaped.
Not even making it out of the doorway she took two steps and yanked her jeans down, the top button already undone before the taxi ride back. Groaning loudly a heavy stream erupted between her toned thighs even before she was in position, her feet arching slightly in her shoes as she finally got what she wanted. Her body relishing in the immense pleasure it felt as she relaxed, her head falling back as she breathed a ragged and deep sigh of relief. The loud splattering continuing as her steaming piss forced its way out of her at some speed in the best pee she had ever taken.
“Im going to order a Pizza” Francesca announced as she walked out of the bathroom, clearly not phased or unaware of what Victoria had just done. Willow excitedly pointed a finger at her, following towards the kitchen and the delivery menus.
“All yours” Jana said, smiling and indicating to the toilet. Roxy’s quivering body jerking slightly as she recovered from hearing the rushing noise of the loud water pipes in her house as Francesca flushed. The cistern in particular burrowing into her psyche as it refilled noisily, pumping and dripping noises amplified by the cracked porcelain.
“Do…you need to g…go?” Roxy stammered at Jana through a clenched jaw. More beads of sweat rolling down her face as she chewed her lips.
“What?” Jana asked confused.
“Do…..” Roxy trailed off, nodding or perhaps teetering towards the door. A strange flutter of her eyes and quiet pained squeak escaping her lips as she convulsed slightly.
“I mean I want to pee yeah but…” Jana started, but was cut off by Roxy.
“I… I….I can wait” Roxy smiled unconvincingly.
“Seriously?!” Jana said incredulously, unable to believe how far Roxy was going to prove her superiority. “Fine” She added raising her hands up in surrender, shaking her head and walking into the toilet before she said something she regretted. In truth she had been getting desperate but would have been fine to wait, but this seemed like the only way to get Roxy to give in and pee.
However as soon as the door was closed Roxy couldn’t help but groan again. With no one watching her, the façade she was playing for the last 2 hours fell apart instantly. With her left hand shoved un-lady like down the front of her jeans, Roxy stood firmly on one leg as the other crossed and re-crossed itself around it. Winding itself around the other tightly and squeezing it like an anaconda. The manic movements and pulses from her giant bladder causing her to grunt with each passing second, but the steely look and fire in her eyes remained. She would prove to them all that she could hold it, even as the fiery pain began to amplify between her legs. Striking painful sensations building up from her core and bounding around inside her numb muscles.
“Ooooah” she groaned suddenly, doubling over and outstretching a hand to grab hold of the bathroom door frame. Sweat dripping off her face and onto the floor as she silently stood their staring at the floor. Her eyes bloodshot and unblinking as she felt her whole-body cramping, strange pins and needles going up and down her limbs as wild goose bumps formed all over her skin. Her giant and abused bladder tingling like nothing she had experienced before, the pain of the last hour amplifying constantly.
Meanwhile outside Victoria was still revelling in her pee. It seemed to have no limit, the giant puddle expanding outwards from her and encompassing much of the tiny yard. But finally she felt her stream loosing power, a few last drips falling into the wet mess she had made.
Sighing deeply she let her body relax fully, her bladder still tingling slightly but feeling much better now. Standing slowly she took a moment to inspect the damage to her clothes and was happy to see that despite the feeling only a tiny wet spot could be seen on her jeans. It would be almost impossible for anyone to see, but pulling her clothes on fully she couldn’t help but feel the cold wetness of her underwear against herself.
Adjusting herself she buttoned up her trousers, sighing in relief once more and patting her bladder. The dull thump reminding her of the fact there was still so much more to pass through. But now she was back home she wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Sliding the door open she entered the house, taking a last glance at her puddle and hoping it would dry quickly so the others wouldn’t see. Although, she was kind of proud of the size of it, maybe it would make the others realise how seriously desperate she had been if they did see it.
“Oh my god!” Victoria said as she walked through to the corridor, unable to believe the sight before her. A dark stain already spreading down the back of Roxy’s jeans, the denim material darkened down her left leg. Hunched over and clutching the door frame Roxy’s enormous bladder had finally won the battle for control.
For a few seconds she had been leaking, a slow but steady trickle escaping her burning muscles, the warmth flowing down between her clenched thighs and around her backside. Groaning she had tried to stem the stream but she had already been clenching with all her strength. There was simply nothing she could have done.
She didn’t even hear Victoria come back in, her ears filled with the sound of her own pulse as she held her breath. But a few moments later the dam gave way and the ocean of pee stored in her bladder began to rush out. A loud hissing noise emanating from between her legs as a tide of wetness exploded out of her. A torrential downpour starting between her legs as the dark stain grew rapidly in all directions. Both the front and back of her legs darkening quickly as the material became saturated with her accident, slightly yellow streams flowing off both of her knees and rushing out the bottom of her trousers and filling her shoes. They themselves going from a light grey blue to an almost navy colour as they filled and began to overflow.
Quivering Roxy shook violently as her body continued to relax, the spasms caused by her body trying to relax and empty as quickly as possible. She had pushed her body to its absolute limits and breaking point. The volume of liquid coming out of her astonishing Victoria, how was it possible one person could be holding so much. I mean, she had seen the size of her bladder bulge but still, this was ridiculous.
Stepping back the puddle around the now panting woman continued to grow, a flushing noise from the bathroom temporarily drowning out the hissing and pattering of the accident.
“What the….” Jana said from the other side of the door.
As it opened it was clear why, Roxy’s accident had gone under the door, the thin carpet on this side unable to soak it all up and some of it had gone under the door of the bathroom. Expanding across the even tiled floor and almost trapping Jana in there.
For more than two minutes Roxy peed, the energy drink’s, beer and water of the night finally catching up with her and making a bid for freedom. But finally she ran dry, the corridor absolutely soaked in her urine.
Standing there the three of them didn’t say anything, Jana and Victoria exchanging a glance of what to say.
“Who wants Pizza!” Polly said gleefully as she rounded the corner to be met with the wet scene in front of her. The accident happening almost silently in the house. Blushing her face went bright red, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I..bud..tu..fff” She stammered, causing Victoria to start laughing. Roxy and Jana joining in, the reality of the night sinking in and what had just happened. The things they did for free tickets, they thought to themselves.
1 week later.....
Sitting at a table in a coffee shop Polly and Jana were sipping on their drinks as both their phones dinged.
Casually looking over Polly couldn’t help but let out a strange squeal of surprise and happiness as she looked over the message she had just gotten. It was from the promotions organisers.
“Due to violations in the rules and stipulations of the contest, the group previously awarded first place has been disqualified for failing to consume the drinks in the required fashion.
After reviewing the CCTV footage provided by our partners of the group in question emptying out cans instead of drinking them. We are happy to announce that as runners up, you have now been awarded the provisional title of winners, pending an investigation into your group.
Congratulations!”
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I hope you all enjoyed the ending of the story. Let me know what you guys thought.
Note sure if the extra bit at the end of them winning makes it better or worse haha, but who doesnt like a happy ending.! |
During the night, Mario and Pauline were on a date at the club in New Donk City. They were sitting at the table drinking a glass of water each. Pauline was now on her 10th glass of water. Mario looked concerned for her.
"Don't you think that's enough water for you?" he asked.
"If I want to keep enough stamina on the dance floor, I have to stay hydrated," Pauline replied. "Besides, this means that I don't need anything else to drink."
After finishing her drink, she and Mario headed to the dance floor and moved to the music for the next 3 hours. Mario was nearly sweating, and Pauline was still feeling tireless. In fact, she still felt like moving.
By this time, the club was now closing, and Mario noticed Pauline still dancing. "Okay, Pauline," Mario told her. "The music is off. You can stop dancing."
"Sorry, Mario," Pauline told him. "Guess I really have to go now!"
"I told you drinking 80 fluid ounces of water wasn't such a bright idea," Mario snarked.
"Okay, let me go pee real quick and we'll leave," Pauline told him.
So she headed to the restroom, only to read the sign on the ladies' restroom door. "Closed for cleaning?!" she complained. "Oh, but I really have to pee now!"
So Pauline decided to walk out the city with Mario, trying to keep her bladder tight. It was difficult, however, since everywhere she and Mario walked past, she saw various water sources, such as a fountain, puddles splashed by rolling cars, and even water dripping out of water spouts. Pauline tried to keep it together as she and Mario continued walking.
"You sure you okay?" Mario asked Pauline.
"I'm fine," Pauline claimed. "We're almost to your house."
Pauline was having a difficult time holding it in. She felt her kidneys burning as if she had drank hydrochloric acid. Her bladder made unsettling squishing sounds as she walked. She felt her lower regions moving her urine up and down like a yo-yo as she struggled to hold it in. It was a long walk from Mario's house, and she could barely walk straight.
After a good three minutes, the couple finally made it to Mario's house. "Thank you so much for this-a very wonderful date," Mario thanked Pauline.
"You too, Mario," Pauline replied with a forced smile. "Now I'll see you another day... or night."
As Mario waved goodbye and shut the door behind him, Pauline then looked around and ran for her life. She was desperate to find a bathroom when she ran into racing Koopa Troopas on the road. They were racing across the only intersection that was preventing Pauline from crossing, and the race went on for a good minute before the road was finally clear to let Pauline cross. She ran holding her crotch tightly to keep from wetting her pants.
But as she ran through the park, she saw a bunch of Goombas having a party. Pauline groaned in frustration. She really had to go and couldn't make it with all the Goombas in her way. But then she found a saving grace. The park had a restroom. So she ran to the building to use the restroom, only to find that the toilet was disgusting.
"Forget it!" Pauline shouted. "No potty emergency is worth using this disgusting latrine!"
So Pauline ran out of the restroom and through the park, avoiding the Goombas on her way through. It took quite a while, but Pauline managed to make it through the park. She saw a carwash washing a car, which only exacerbated her potty emergency as she felt the liquid through her lower regions on its way out.
So Pauline ran some more, hoping to make it to her house in time, only to get impeded yet again by a parade with a Bowser float. Pauline groaned some more. There were a bunch of Goombas, Boos, Koopas, and Shy Guys all taking a ride on the Bowser float through the road. Pauline could feel her bladder swishing inside as she danced around with her legs crossed tightly together. She felt as if her stomach was about to bulge. She felt as if someone was blowing her bladder like a hot air balloon. It was getting very difficult for her to hold it in, and the float was taking a long time to end.
After two full minutes, Pauline finally crossed the street and ran for her life at home. She had come across enough obstacles on the long way when she ran into rolling barrels. This caused Pauline to groan some more.
"Honestly, haven't I got enough of that when that big ape carried me over the ladders?!" she groaned loudly.
So with her hand grabbing her crotch, Pauline just dodged the barrels as they rolled towards her. She knew if she ran into one of them, she would fall to the ground, which would cause the impact to shake her bladder loose and flooding her pants, which she did NOT wanted to be an option.
It took about forty seconds, but the path finally cleared, and Pauline was able to cross the street to continue her way back home. She didn't stop running. The flood gates were on their way to pry open due to the impact of the water flow trying to squeeze its way out. Pauline felt the acid in her kidneys as she ran desperately through the town.
She was only a few blocks away from her house when she was stopped yet again by an elderly mushroom pedestrian.
"Hello there," the mushroom greeted. "You must be Mayor Pauline."
"That's me!" Pauline answered. "And I believe I shall be going now!"
Pauline turned to leave. But the mushroom stopped her abruptly. "Wait!" he called. "There's something I want you to do. Can you sign my picture?"
He pulled out a picture of Pauline herself out of his pocket, as well as a pen. Pauline crossed her legs tightly, hoping the flood gates don't open just yet. "Sure," she replied taking the pen and picture. She signed her name on the picture and handed it to the mushroom.
"Thanks a lot," the mushroom told her gratefully. "It was a great idea to make you the mayor of New Donk City."
"Yep," Pauline replied. "Now I will be seeing you now!"
Pauline turned to leave, but not before being stopped by the mushroom again. "Wait!" he called. "Can I get a picture of you?"
Pauline hesitantly nodded. "Sh-sh-sh-sure," she uttered through clenched, smiling teeth.
So the mushroom pulled out his cellphone and took a selfie of him and Pauline. Pauline felt good that her desperation had actually gave her a great smile in the picture.
"There's your picture!" Pauline said. "Now it's time for me to go!"
"Wait!" the mushroom called, stopping Pauline once again as she turned to leave. She turned back around to see that the mushroom offered her $50. "This is for the selfie you allowed me to take," he told her. "And the picture you signed for me. I know you don't really do any of this for free."
"Aww," Pauline replied. "You really didn't have to give me this."
"Yes I did," the mushroom replied. "You earned it."
"Well thanks for this!" Pauline told him rapidly. "Now it's time for me to go!"
Pauline then turned around to run. But she was stopped yet again by the mushroom. "Wait!" he called.
Pauline turned around to see what else he wanted. "You better make it home to the bathroom!" he called. "I noticed you seem to be writhing around a lot."
"Of course," Pauline replied. "That's just what I was doing."
"You better get to your home quickly!" the mushroom told her waving.
"I will!" Pauline replied.
And she turned away and ran as fast as she could. She could feel the urine on its way out of her lower regions. She clutched tightly onto her crotch. She encounter more ridiculous obstacles. Such as speed bullets, rolling shells, fireballs, and even banana peels all over the sidewalk, which she narrowly avoided slipping into.
Finally, she had made it all the way to her house and sighed in relief. "Phew!" she whispered. "It took a while, but I'm finally home. Now I can finally use the bathroom without worrying about wet pants."
But as Pauline tried to open the door, she tried to search through her pockets for the keys. She had just remembered. She had given the keys to Princess Peach, who was staying over with her for the night along with Rosalina and Daisy. So Pauline knocked on the door continuously calling for Peach to open the door. She waited and waited and waited, but still no answer to the door after five long minutes.
"Ooh!" she moaned. "How could she not hear me? I'm about to burst!"
Pauline waited as long as she could. She pounded on the door some more. But still no answer. As she felt her lower regions about to shoot the liquid out of her, Pauline was left with one final choice: She would either wet herself or would have to resort to outside relief.
Pauline decided to just hold it. There was no way she would ever think about such a thing. She waited until the door opened. But after five more minutes, she was still bursting, and the urine was on its way to exit out of her lower regions.
"I knew I should have listened to Mario and not drink ten glasses of water!" she complained.
Pauline knew she would be in for a major humiliation if she let 80 fluid ounces of liquid stain her whole pants, and it was obviously taking so long for anyone to come to the door. So she finally made up her mind.
"Fine!" she said to herself. "Anything to keep from ruining a good pair of pants!"
So Pauline quickly ran to the side of the house behind the bushes, looked around, pulled down her pants and panties to her thighs, squatted down, and rapidly started peeing. Pauline then let out a relieved sigh. She didn't feel right peeing outside. But it was much better than entering the house with wet pants. Most importantly, at least no one could see her doing her business in the bushes.
Two minutes had now passed, and Pauline was still peeing. The leaves of the bushes brushed softly across her bare butt. "Mario was right," she told herself. "Ten glasses of water was too much for me."
Another two minutes passed by, and Pauline was still squatting down peeing. She felt a very cold breeze on her bare butt. Her thighs were beginning to ache a bit for squatting down for so long. Her pee formed a 6-foot trail to her right behind her, almost like a river flow that almost flooded part of the grass. Pauline couldn't do much else but to continue peeing.
After five full minutes, Pauline's pee finally slowed down to a weak drip, and she pulled out some napkins to wipe. After finishing wiping, Pauline pulled up her panties and pants and adjusted them fully as she stood up. She looked behind her to find her pee trail flowing line a mini 7-foot river that continued to stream from the grass onto the sidewalk. The stream was getting even longer.
"I will never drink too much ever again," Pauline said to herself. "I can't believe it took me five minutes to finish."
As Pauline walked over to the front door, she saw that it was opening to reveal Peach standing in front. "Oh," she uttered in surprise. "Pauline! I didn't know you were there. If you were knocking earlier, I'm sorry I, Daisy, and Rosalina didn't answer the door for you. We were all using the bathroom and I guess we didn't hear you knocking."
Pauline just made a face. She just wasn't interested in replying back as she walked inside.
THE END |
Anybody else here like EuJean? I wrote a little fic with Eula snuggling a very desperate Jean and teasing her very full bladder~
Hostage Situation♡
-Crossposted from AO3-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32261311
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"You're so full. Heh."
Somehow, today's after-hours tea time had evolved into this. Eula lay sprawled out on the sofa in the Grand Master's office, with Jean laying in her lap. Her chin rested on Jean's shoulder, low voice in her ear making her shiver. Her arms reached around Jean, holding her close and stroking the tight, full lump of her bladder over her clothes.
Jean squirmed fruitlessly, face flushed. "Eula..." A feeble whimper. "I..."
"You what?" Eula said. Her tone was sharp.
"Oh...!” Jean took in a breath as Eula slipped her hand underneath her blouse, her cold hand meeting her skin. Every muscle in her body tensed. "Oh goodness... Eula come on, I really, really have to go..."
Eula reveled in it all. She massaged her tummy more. "I already know that, so why are you telling me again?" She said stiffly.
"What I mean is... Let me go. Please?" Jean turned her head, looking up into her eyes. Her facial expression was soft and absolutely pitiful, her panting intermingled with soft whimpers.
Eula's heart skipped a beat. But she kept up her act. "Absolutely not. You can hold it longer than that, can't you? Get it together, Acting Grand Master Jean. Are you going to wet yourself like a little girl?" She bit back a smile as she saw Jean turn redder and dart her eyes away.
"Still, you are incredibly full..." She undid Jean's blouse so she could admire her swollen tummy. "My goodness."
"Ungh..." Jean writhed in Eula's lap, a hand gripped tightly onto Eula's arm for support as a wave of pressure washed over her. Her thighs rubbed together furiously, her head shook back and forth for a brief moment as she struggled to regain control.
"You're such a workaholic," Eula kept on. "Knowing you, you probably rarely visit the facilities. And on top of that you drink so much coffee. It's no wonder you can hold so much." She rubbed and rubbed her bare tummy, and then without warning, pressed into her.
"Agh!" Jean stiffened, a spurt of piss escaped into her tights, followed by another slightly longer one. "Eula, stop!"
Eula narrowed her eyes. "What? Are you leaking already?"
Jean let out a small whine.
"Well?"
Jean sighed. "Y-yes..." Embarrassment burned on the surface of her skin. "But I have been holding it for so long already, I..."
Eula made an exaggerated tut tut ."No, no, Jean." She reprimanded her calmly and shortly. "Knock that off. You need to hold it a bit longer."
"I... I do not know if I can anymore, Eula please-"
"Hold it." Her low voice, that sharp expression, the mischievous glint in her eyes. A shiver coursed through Jean and she shut up quick.
Eula felt the subtle trembling of the girl in her arms, her hands gripping onto her so tightly she felt the pinch of her nails through her sleeves. She was just so cute like this, the usually composed and reliable Acting Grand Master, so small and vulnerable with her. She loved that duality so much. She stroked Jean's hair, kissed her cheek. Jean moaned softly, and that was all she needed to hear to know that Jean was enjoying this too.
And Jean was enjoying it. Immensely. Pressure pooled into her lower abdomen, hard and tight, heat radiating from her center throughout her body. Every prod into her tight tummy set her nerves on fire with pain and pleasure. She felt like she was losing herself in it. Still she held steadfast to her order from Eula not to let it out, she couldn't let any of it out... even as she felt it traveling downward, teasing her.
Suddenly Eula pressed into her hard, and Jean whined helplessly as another long spurt escaped her. She jerked up and folded into herself, able to cut off the flow after a few seconds. But as soon as she got it back under control, another assault on her belly sent another leak springing forth.
"Eu-Eula!" Her body wracked with shivers. "It's t-too much...!"
"Come on, just a little longer." She watched with wide-eyed satisfaction as the wet spot on Jean's lap grew. She eased up on the pressure just enough to let her recover.
Jean knew she was dangerously close to the point of no return, holding on by a thread, the pressure inside of her building by the second. She made a move to get up off of the sofa but Eula held her tightly in possessive hug.
"Don't go," Eula said. "Stay right here." She rubbed and teased her tummy just a bit more, knowing her prize was near.
Jean stumbled over her words, body overwhelmed and mind hazy. "Eula... I... at my limit--you--the sofa I can't--"
"Shh. Don't worry about that. I'll clean up." Eula said. "Just let go, right here."
"B-but...! Hahh-" A switch inside of her flipped at the words let go and before she could muster any other objections, her body was giving in.
Sudden loud hissing filled the room as Jean completely lost control; the hot jet of piss pooled into the seat of her white tights, darkening the fabric and soaking through filling Eula's lap with wetness.
Eula held her close, snuggled into her warm face. She gently stroked Jean's slowly deflating tummy as she peed so much onto her lap. The warmth seeped into the edges of her short-shorts and the tops of her thigh high socks, and poured over her bare thighs, overflowing onto the couch and then falling onto the floor below.
"Eula... oh my god..." Jean moaned through ragged panting. Her whole body tingled, she felt like she was floating.
"Relax, let it all out."
Jean leaned into her, exhausted as she continued pissing onto Eula's lap, seemingly endlessly. Eula's strong presence made her feel warm and relaxed right away.
"You're still going, wow." Eula chuckled. "I knew you could hold a lot but good grief!"
"I told you..." Jean chuckled as well, a bit bashful. It was well past a minute before the stream finally slowed and then came to an end.
"How did that feel?" Eula asked slyly. Her hands begin to roam Jean's body.
"Amazing." Jean sighed. "Incredible." She peered up at her adoringly, an honest innocent face that always melted Eula's heart.
"Good. See? I told you it would." Eula planted kisses all along her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. One hand cupped one of Jean's exposed breasts. The other slipped under the front of her tights. "Now I'm going to make you feel even better."
"Ngh... Eula..." Jean gasped. "I am extra sensitive..."
"Good." Eula ran her fingers through her warm wet folds, slick from her pee and from her arousal. She teased her back and forth from her entrance to the hood of her swollen clit. Her other hand massaged her breasts and prodded and pulled at her nipples. All the while she kissed and nipped at her neck. Within moments she had Jean whimpering and squirming on top of her once again, just the way she liked it.
"Ah, hn... Eula, Eula..."
Eula loved hearing her name tumble desperately from Jean's lips and she rewarded her greatly for it. She ran aggressive, sweet circles on her clit until Jean came for her quite easily.
As Jean lay panting in her lap, Eula brushed aside the hair against her sweaty brow. "Good girl." She murmured with a kiss to the forehead.
Jean hummed happily, still basking in bliss.
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Edited July 2, 2021 by Kittensoda
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Hey all! It has been a long time. I written 1 story a couple years back and have been lurking since then. However, now I am back and will give another short at writing again. It is a long story but I hope you will enjoy what is to come!
One day I will start writing a NSFW version with more exciting stuff included in it. However, while this story is relatively mild, it has a small bit of sexual themes in it. You have been warned!
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Gove’s eyes opened in a dark cold room. The breeze he felt made him feel like ice, yet he was fogged by the clouds in his mind. What happened? Why am I here? As he slowly clears his fogged mind, he slowly realised the precarious situation he is in.
The 19-year-old fair skinned boy, with hair as dark as shadow itself, was restrained by rope. His hands rested uncomfortably on the back of the chair, and his legs were spread as wide as an eagle, with the only thing covering him is a piece of white underwear obscuring his penis. Speaking of penises, Gove suddenly remembered a need, a dire need that can be embarrassing if not taken care off.
“Hey! You are finally awake!”
Gove looked up and saw a sight he could never believe. It was someone he was close to, and someone he wants to take the extra step with. A pure innocent 19-year-old girl still wearing her cute pink spectacles but stripped down to her pure white bra and panties and in the same position as Gove.
“Do you know what happened? Why are we here?”
“Lexa, I am glad you are ok. How are you feeling?”
Both sat still in their cold hard chairs, stunned by what was happening. Neither replied to each other’s questions… at least for a while.
Lexa was the first to understand the situation. She and a few of her friends were just chilling at Flemy’s house. It was a stinging time with talks about boys, girls, life, future, and games. Gove was there too, just quietly sipping his drink and not taking much part in the conversation, yet such behaviour piqued the eyes of Lexa who found him to be … well … “cute”.
That was when the hammer hit her head. She and Gove were the last visitors in Flemy’s house. Flemy offered both one last drink before heading home ( with a totally not mischievous smile). Well, anyone with a mind can piece together what happened after she drank it.
“damn you Flemy. What is your game here?” muttered Lexa under her breath.
“Lexa, I think I know what happened,” said the bound Gove.
“Yea, she was behind all of it” replied Lexa with a pouting face.
Lexa had mixed feelings. She was near a guy that would raise her temperature every time they got close yet seeing him in this situation gave her some weird powerful feeling tough, she is in the same situation as well. They chatted for a while about various topic. It was heart-warming, but Lexa also had to deal with an issue she would rather not let Gove know.
Of course, there is only so much they could do to hide their secrets. Both began to rock back and forth during their conversation. Without the use of hands or legs, they can only use their hips and muscles to keep the situation under control. Their eyes suddenly met in their efforts and turned their faces as red as tomato.
“So, uh how are you doing? You have been moving around a lot,” asked Gove with a pinch of concern.
“Uh… you know… I am doing fine😊” replied Lexa shyly. “You don’t look so good yourself,” she continued with a more mischievous smile.
“Oh me? Nah I am doing good,” responded Gove. “You know… you are quite beautiful like this”.
Lexa heart starting racing. Her face warms up and helps offset the chilling breeze. She did not say anything, tough her smile told Gove how she felt. This back-and-forth conversation continued for a while. Suddenly, she saw Gove making a lot of movements.
“ahhhh hahh ahhh”
“Gove! Are you ok?”
“ahhh!!! No, a bit came out..ha..ha”
Seeing Gove’s white underwear becoming darker caused a spam in Lexa. She too had to make a lot of muscle movements.
“Ah noo, Gove! That sound! Ahhhh”
Both did manage to stop their flows. It was not too bad, and their undergarments just became slightly darker. You can see 1 dot on Lexa’s panties and about 3 on Gove’s underwear. The differences of colour were extremely obvious. Lexa however, observed something interesting.
“ haaah… that was close aren’t it for both of us”
“It was your fault!” yelled Lexa playfully. “Besides… uh… you want to look down a bit”
“Huh? Why?”
“It has... gotten bigger”.
Gove did not need to look down to understand what Lexa meant. Seeing her in such a position with just bra and panties, with her wetting it fired all the neurons in Gove’s brain. Gove was in a really bad situation and will most likely wet himself first but seeing this wonderful sight might change the victor of the game.
“This… turns you on… doesn’t it?” asked Lexa.
“No point hiding anymore. Yea, this kind of thing turns it on. It’s called omo- “
“I know. I like this kind of stuff too, and so does Flemy now I think about it.”
Both are at their limit, but Gove’s hard and grown penis stopped the flow of urine in him. Lexa on the other hand, did not have such blessing with her vagina. Slowly but surely, Lexa’s panties become darker slowly and slowly until….
“Ahh ahh!!!! I cannot hold it anymore! Ahh!” struggled Lexa as she was violently moving her hips.
“Please! Don’t look! Ahh! I cannot hold it! I CAN’T HOLD IT!!!!!”
“PSSSSSHHHHSSSHSHSHSHSHSHSSHH”
Lexa had completely lost it. Her panties became damp and wet. The liquid flowing from her chair to the floor made a noise unlike any other. Her breathing slowly calmed down, after 3 minutes, only silence and a very wet Lexa remains.
Gove’s underwear did become wetter too, but with something stickier. Even tough he did not have his hands; this was still too stimulating for his penis. He could only stare, as this was heaven to him.
“haaah. I am sorry! I am so sorry! I hope you didn’t look!” teared Lexa.
“I am sorry, but I did.”
“This is so embarrassing!”
“No, this was the most beautiful thing I ever seen in my life,” comforted Gove.
Gove’s heavenly moment was short lived. His penis became smaller not long after, and his urine was stimulated once more begging to exit through the tip of it.
“oh no. oh no. oh no.”
Lexa saw Gove wiggling his bum around on his dry chair.
“no. It is coming out! I cannot stop it! Ahhh! Shit! No! NOOOOO!”
"PSSSSHSSSSHSHSHSHHSSSSSHSHHSHST"
And with that, Gove too sustained the same fate, only that some of the urine got onto himself due to the direction his penis was facing. Lexa took in the sounds, the flow of liquid and the sight of it. She memorised every single detail, for she may never get the chance to do so again. If her hands were not bound so tightly, she might had started touching herself.
“I am Sorry Lexa. I never imagine I as a grown up would piss myself” whimpered Gove with this time him crying.
“Don’t worry. Just as you said. This was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. We both wet ourselves, so we are even now eh?”
“all right you lovebirds! This was so exciting to watch! Thank you for your kind attention!”
An unknown voice came across the room, followed by the appearance of a slightly older girl with red hair with a camera. She was Lexa’s height; tough her cannons were much bigger.
“Flemy! What have you done!” yelled Lexa angrily.
“oh, chipper up Lexa! I was sick of both of you acting willy nilly with each other and not making any progress. It makes my heart break you know?” answered Flemy with stars sparkling all over her.
“So, you drugged us, brought us down here and tied us up? You are evil you know that” sighed Gove who already knew Flemy’s eccentric troll personality.
“Bingo! Furthermore, I even recorded this entire conversation both of you had! Awwwww this is so cute! I will make sure to send it to you!”
“What do you want? What have we done to you?” questioned Lexa, fearing for the worst. Did she do anything to her? Did Flemy want revenge? Was it Gove’s fault they were in this situation?
“Nothing! As I said I wanted a way to ‘bond’ both of you together. Get it? Just like how you are in ‘bondage’ right now! HAHAHA!”
“Cringe Flemy, cringe.” Sighed Gove again.
“Aw don’t be like that. I will let you go, and I will send the video to both of you as a memento to remember. Maybe both of you can do some other sexy stuff together after watching your video in bed. Ah don’t worry, I promise I will keep this a weeny secret between us!”
“we are not –“
“Anyways that is all for today. I hoped you had fun. Nah I know you did! I will let you folks off now. Enjoy your holidays while it lasts. I know I did!”
*15 years later*
“Mama. How did you and dad get together?”
“Dear sweety, you are still too young for that. I promise to tell you tough when you get older”.
“Promise?”
“Promise!”
Edited July 2, 2021 by Subzerowater
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This story was requested some time ago and I decided to post it here because there are no omo stories of Tigress from Kung Fu Panda.
Note: She'll hold for a very unrealistic amount of time that puts the Main 6's two days of being locked up by Starlight to shame, but it was part of the request and makes for some extreme desperation and a big wetting at the end.
This will also be set before the first film.
Tigress's Long Hold
Tigress of the Furious Five was a formidable fighter. But today she decided to see how good she was at doing something else.
Yesterday during their training exercises, she had needed to pee really badly, and hid all signs of her desperation. She made it, but as she lay in her room that night, she was wondering: How long could she hold it for? How close had she been to wetting herself? She decided to find out. She knew it would likely end wet for her, but no one would make fun of her for it if they knew what was good for them. Although if Master Oogway saw her wet herself, surely he'd make a comment related to his motto of there being no accidents.
So, Tigress drank a big glass of water before she went to sleep, officially beginning her hold.
The following morning, she answered the bell the same as ever. "Good morning, Master!" she said to Shifu in the hall, in unison with the rest of the Furious Five.
She was about to take her morning pee as she always did, but stopped, remembering what she was planning on doing. So she held it and commenced to her regular day. There were many training exercises, of course, and her need to pee by the end of them was more intense than yesterday, but she not only held it, but did everything as good as she usually did, all while hiding signs of her desperation.
While hanging out with Viper, Monkey, Crane, and Mantis, Tigress was able to resist holding herself or talking in a voice that showed how much she needed to go. She figured this was also a good opportunity to see how well she could hide her desperation and focus on other things like training and conversations when her bladder was full.
That night, as she lay in her room, Tigress fidgeted a little. She had never gone to bed needing to pee before and she wasn't sure whether she would be able to sleep, or if her bladder would empty itself while she slept. If it did, at least she held it a full day.
Somehow she fell asleep, and she dreamed about trying to find a bathroom, where all the toilets were either broken or the doors were missing and people were looking, or there were no toilets, or even no bathrooms in some areas, or their doors locked or having "out of order" signs on them, or just leading to somewhere else.
When she woke up, the first thing she realized was that she really needed to pee, far worse than usual. She immediately felt her pants and was relieved to see they were completely dry. She soon remembered she was holding for as long as she could.
She sat with her legs crossed and fidgeted until the bell rang. She opened the door and stepped outside. "Good morning, Master!" She held her hands behind her back, hiding the fact that she needed to pee.
Today, the Furious Five were doing sparring matches. Tigress fought as if each opponent was the only thing standing between her and using the bathroom.
When each of the other four fought her, they noticed that she was fighting more ferociously than before, and could barely land a hit on her.
Afterwards, when the Furious Five were hanging out, Viper said "You fought really well today, Tigress."
"Did I?" said Tigress, still trying to avoid holding herself in front of anyone. "Thanks."
"Are you particularly furious about something?" Monkey asked.
"No," said Tigress. "I just felt like fighting more... furiously." She wasn't trying to be funny saying this, of course, but it was getting a little harder to ignore her full bladder.
That night she squirmed harder in her bedroom, but she was still able to fall asleep.
The following morning, Day 3, she was still dry, and still able to hide her desperation.
Today the Furious Five were training with the gauntlet. Tigress pretended that she'd find her relief once she finished the gauntlet, and seemed to go faster through it too, dodging all the obstacles and running through the spiky totem poles like it was nothing. As she dodged the flames, the thought briefly crossed her mind about peeing to put the fire out.
On Day 4, the Furious Five were tasked to ambush Shifu, but as usual...
"Well done... if you wanted to disappoint me," said Shifu. "Tigress, you moved as though you had to pee or something."
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen her use the bathroom recently," said Mantis.
"Are you holding it?" Crane asked. "Like some kind of bladder training?"
You couldn't see it under her fur, but Tigress blushed. "Yes. I want to see how long I can hold it. This is Day 4 of my hold. Don't anyone tickle me or startle me or anything."
The other four nodded. They didn't want to make her angry.
"I suppose it could be useful," said Shifu. "But don't let it affect your training too much."
"I won't," said Tigress, who did like to think that before today she was still able to perform well despite how badly she needed to go.
"And the rest of you, don't hold back when you fight her. If you make her wet herself then, we all know who's really responsible."
Tigress nodded with the rest of them. Tickling or startling her into wetting herself would make her angry but not making her wet herself during combat, and them fighting her as hard as they could while she had to pee so badly would further test her holding ability as she wanted, and her ability to fight in this condition.
Day 5, she was starting to fidget in view of the others more, and during the second half of the day, she was holding herself.
"I didn't know anyone could hold it for so long," Monkey said, impressed by how long Tigress had gone without peeing.
"I might be able to hold it longer still," said Tigress, although she was feeling like the slightest jumpscare could make her lose it. She had never had to pee this badly before in her life.
Day 6, when they were running the gauntlet again. When dodging and "fighting" the spiked pendulums, Tigress paused to hold herself after kicking one and another hit her in the back. She tried the same trick as last time, imagining she would get to use the bathroom when she finished, but when she ran through the spinning totem poles, this time she got hit by many of them. When it came to dodging the fire, she was barely able to and at the end, her butt was set on fire.
"It's starting to affect her performance," Shifu said. "But she was able to hold it through all that? Impressive. Still... she looks like she's about to reach her limit very soon."
Tigress's full bladder kept her up all the following night. After hours of squirming and holding herself, feeling like she was about to burst, she heard the bell ring outside, officially signalling the beginning of Day 7. When she answered it to say good morning to Shifu, both her hands were on her crotch rather than behind her, and she was pee dancing.
Monkey snickered, but was otherwise silent.
During a sparring match, Tigress and Viper faced each other outside.
Viper saw how Tigress was holding herself and pee dancing, no longer able to hide her desperation even a little bit. She'd feel bad if she caused Tigress to have an accident, knowing how embarrassing this could be for mammals, but remembered that Shifu said to not hold back. "I want to say in advance that I'm really, really sorry if I make you wet yourself."
"As long as it's not by tickling, don't worry about it," Tigress said, sounding a little fiercer than she meant due to her extremely intense need to pee. "Give me everything you've got."
They fought as best they could. As usual, Tigress fought like she'd get to go to the bathroom if she won, and Viper fought her hardest as well, feeling at ease knowing Tigress wouldn't mind too terribly if she lost control from this fight, she'd just be annoyed if someone deliberately made it happen by tickling her or something.
A jolt from her bladder made Tigress hold herself again, which provided the opening for Viper to jab Tigress with her tail, which nearly made her lose it right there, and then she whipped her in the face, knocking her on her back. Tigress leaked a little, dampening her panties, but was able to hold the rest of it back, and lay with both hands on her crotch.
Afterwards, the Furious Five were hanging out. The dampness on her underwear made it feel harder for Tigress to hold it, but it dried soon.
"I'm amazed you were able to hold it after that," said Mantis.
"I'm glad you were able to," said Viper.
Tigress didn't say that she didn't hold ALL of it. But she didn't really know what else to say except... "I have to pee so bad..."
Monkey chuckled at hearing this come from Tigress, the most serious of the Furious Five. She glared at him and he was quiet.
As they walked, they sat for a bit and talked. Tigress didn't register much of what they were saying. She was beyond levels of pee desperation she had never reached. She sat and fidgeted with a pained expression on her face. A small part of her mind thought how ridiculous she must look in contrast to the strong, fearless warrior she was but it couldn't be helped, she was about to burst and she would not end her hold voluntarily. At least not in her pants. Something told her she was very close to the end of this hold. She'd already determined that she could hold it for a week, and it took about six days for it to affect her skills. Maybe she should end the hold in the bathroom with her pants down.
Perhaps it was the thought of getting her relief after holding it for a week, or maybe it was the thought of actually peeing, or maybe she had finally reached her limit. But as soon as she stood up, she couldn't hold it any longer. She froze in place as she felt her crotch grow warm and wet, and a hissing noise could be heard as she felt the pressure in her bladder slowly decreasing, not to mention a strong pee smell.
"Oh my," said Viper.
Monkey snickered, but didn't make fun of her beyond that.
Tigress blushed with embarrassment as she wet her pants, the pee flowing down her legs. She tried to remind herself that she knew this was likely how this hold would end, that she was perfectly willing to risk it. But she could still hardly believe it was actually happening. Aside from that all she could think about was how warm and wet her pants felt, and how nice it felt to finally pee after holding it for a week.
After about two minutes of peeing, Tigress couldn't stand any longer, between her shock at what she was doing and the immense relief, and she fell on her butt. In sitting position she continued to pee, and her butt got rather soaked.
Three minutes later...
"You're STILL peeing?" Crane said.
"Incredible," said Mantis.
Tigress peed for just over ten minutes, before her strong stream finally stopped. She sat there, her pants sopping wet, and her bladder empty for the first time in a week. She couldn't deny to herself that the relief felt wonderful, and she couldn't help but let out a big sigh of immense relief.
"Are you all right?" Viper asked.
"I'm fine," said Tigress, acting as dignified as she could. "I wouldn't have held it this long if I didn't think that would happen."
"Well, congratulations on holding it for a week," said Mantis.
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be able to," said Monkey.
"Would you like to go change?" Crane asked.
Tigress considered it, but as a fierce warrior, she wasn't going to let a little pee bother her. "I'll stay as I am."
So Tigress stayed in her wet pants until they dried. Afterwards, she felt her holding muscles had gotten a little weaker, but she didn't wet herself again during this, and after a few days she fully recovered and felt she could hold another six days in a row - if she wanted to. |
You can blame Invincible for getting me into superhero stuff. So I decided to come up with a few of my own and make them crap their pants.
And I'd like to thank the one and only Leaky Panties for making so much fantastic art for this story! Additionally, credit for the costume designs goes to Leaky, as well.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Sally Hayes had no idea what was going on.
Or rather, she had a pretty decent idea, but the adrenaline and terror choked up her senses, and turned a lot of it into a big blur. People, guns, shooting, screaming. She had the pieces, but beyond that was chaos to her at the moment. They hadn’t seen her, yet. She knew that much. Deep breaths, focus.
People were attacking the market, she knew that. They were shooting, but Sally couldn’t see any bodies, so it must’ve been warning shots. People were on the ground, but not slumped over, on their knees, with their hands up. She’d seen three gunmen, and they had mean-looking rifles. They wore uniforms, and she guessed that they must’ve belonged to the New World terrorists, the ones all over the news. One of them only had a handgun, but could shoot fire out of his hands; he was a super. And twenty-two year-old Sally Hayes was hiding behind a shelf, trying to choose which one of many impulses to listen to. Currently, it was tied between giving herself up and surrendering; trying to run; or just wetting herself and fainting. Thinking about it, she supposed that fainting and then wetting herself was also on the table.
Voices sounded out, almost clear enough for her to make out. She realized it had gotten very quiet. The hostages had been told to shut up, she hoped. There were lights outside, flashing red and blue. Voices from outside, clashing with the ones inside. But they had hostages, the police would be little help. She dared to poke out from her hiding spot again, and saw that one of the terrorists had been sent to scour the building for any more potential hostages. Like her.
She hid down low once again, covering her mouth with her hand. Footsteps got close while the voices continued to argue and shout. She heard a whimper, and thought it had come from her own mouth, but it was slightly distant. The footsteps heard it, too. “Come out!” Hissed an angry man’s voice. More whimpers answered him.
“Come out!” He commanded, and Sally could hear the sounds of a scuffle. She looked out once again, seeing a violent-looking man grabbing a woman by her arm and trying to drag her out of her space between two aisles. She writhed in his grip, finally slithering her arm out of his hand, and falling onto the floor, landing on her rear. “Looks like we’re about to have our first example, huh?” He growled, retrieving his rifle and pointing it at the woman. She froze, stock still, as a pool of urine enveloped her butt and spread out around her. “There you go, see? Much simpler to be scared and do what you’re told, isn’t it?”
But despite her will to fight clearly being broken, he wasn’t done. He turned his gun around, and prepared to smash its stock into her. He could well have still planned to kill her. And at that moment, all of Sally’s careful observation and attempts to think went out the window. Suddenly, she knew only a few things.
She was Sally Hayes, a twenty-two year-old woman with dark skin and black hair. She was wearing a nice pink shirt with a brown leather jacket, and some comfortable baggy jeans. She was somewhat athletic, and probably stronger than the average person, but her physicality wasn’t anything too impressive. She worked as a saleswoman and had no combat experience, and yet she was diving forward to tackle an armed terrorist. And she was going to die.
She landed on his back, and he stumbled forward, almost toppling. She didn’t quite know where to go from there, so she tried to wrap her arm around his neck, like she’d seen on TV. He didn’t seem to be getting choked out, but he was pissed off. He reached back and struck at her wildly, trying to throw her from his back. She held on with all her might. After a lot of twisting and grappling, he finally managed to jam his elbow into her ribs, knocking her back, and away from him. With the speed and precision of a practiced killer, he turned, readied his weapon, aimed squarely between her eyes, and fired.
As he’d gone through these motions, Sally had been holding out her hands, preparing to scream. As he fired, she closed her eyes, feeling a cold, iron-like weight of fear in her stomach. After a few seconds, she wondered why the afterlife felt so normal, only to hear two more gunshots. She finally opened her eyes, and wasn’t certain what to make of what she saw. In front of her, there were little ripples in the air, with bullets floating in the middle of them. They’d been stopped mid-air. She thought it must’ve been the miraculously timely work of a superhero, but the gunner was confused as well. She knew, then, that she had been the one to stop the bullets.
The adrenaline returned, expanding her focus. Unfortunately for her, that meant that she finally noticed that the iron-like weight in her stomach had begun filling her panties. Her underwear grew tight as it was pushed and stretched by her mess, then began to sag down, having ample room inside of her baggy jeans. The generous amount of fabric made it so her large soiling wasn’t obvious, but there was something shameful about knowing just how large the hidden accident in her pants was.
Despite the humiliation she was sure to feel if she survived, she tried to focus on the mortal danger she was in. Something had begun to click inside of her. She didn’t know how she knew to do it, but she flicked her wrists and the magical wall in front of her launched forward. It slammed into the gunman like a truck, flinging him backwards. Her instincts, continuing to awaken to this new sensation, propelled her forward. Extending one hand, she made a beckoning gesture with the other. The rifle flew to her open hand. That was as far as her power got her, though, leaving her to figure out the next step for herself. She didn’t want to kill anyone, even if they probably had it coming, so she just bashed him over the head with the weapon while he was still recovering from the psychic blast. He went out like a light.
Then there were more gunshots, and the aisle between her and the other terrorists was perforated with a dozen bullet holes. Cringing in fear once again, she held out her hands to form a protective barrier. She’d fully voided her bowels the first time, so at least she didn’t ruin her underwear any further. Once again, her instincts had served her well, as about seven bullets that would’ve been her end were embedded in her psychic barrier. Thank you, magical brain, she thought.
The onslaught of gunfire must’ve given the forces outside all the motivation they needed to make their move. Silhouettes outside the entrance grew closer, the shouting grew louder. Glass shattered. And then, stone shattered?
Peering over the aisle, Sally beheld the imposing form of a superhero, freshly crashed through the roof of the building. Dizzy, a famous hero who’d been saving the day everywhere for a few years, had arrived. Tall, muscular, light skin, and short, golden, windblown hair. Her hero outfit was simple, a forest green bodysuit with some angular, orange designs. The most complex part of her outfit was the vast array of cuts, burns, and damage that Dizzy refused to get patched up.
“Oh, they are fucked,” Sally muttered involuntarily. Dizzy was a powerful and renowned hero. It must’ve been a slow day for her to be available to respond to a threat of only three gunmen.
The leader, the super who could shoot fire, took his shot. A large burst of fire washed over the superhero. Terrifyingly, her silhouette was still visible within the flame, unflinching and unmoving. When the inferno came to an end, Dizzy was still there, not even lightly charred. “My turn,” she said with a smirk, and faster than an eye-blink, she’d charged forward and delivered a bone-shattering punch to the New World terrorist. He slammed into the wall, and did not move.
But the other gunner had not been idle. She held her weapon, a small submachine gun, against the head of a young man. “Back off, hero!” She barked. The good guys had once again been stalled by hostage taking. Only…
Sally willed her instincts to tell her something, give her some clue of how she could help. Her mind raced, and finally, she decided to try something. Focusing on the weapon, she held out her hand, palm facing up. Then, in a swift motion, shot her hand upwards. She smiled exuberantly when the gun did as it was told, and rocketed into the air, colliding with the ceiling. Disarmed and in disbelief, the terrorist released her grip on her hostage, and stumbled backwards as Dizzy approached, cracking her knuckles. The gunner’s black pants became host to a sheen of wetness as she piddled herself in fear. Dizzy still taught her a lesson or two.
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Sirens wailed, a helicopter hovered overhead, police and EMTs swarmed the building, apprehending the terrorists and relieving the hostages. Some news crews had arrived, and were interviewing the people involved. Still dazed and in shock, Sally wasn’t quite sure how she’d wound up being filmed and interviewed alongside Dizzy, but there she was. Dizzy had congratulated her for her assistance with the situation, and even called her a hero. The media was eating it up, and wanted footage of the two. Sally, however, didn’t feel like she was worthy to stand beside the likes of the legendary hero, certainly not with loaded pants.
Oh dear Lord, I’m on national television and I crapped in my pants, she realized, causing her already awkward and stammering responses to grow even less coherent. Oh, please tell me no one can tell! Can they smell me?
“No more questions, guys!” Dizzy called out, to the disappointment of the news crews. She put her hand on Sally’s shoulder, “I think the hero of the day is still kinda shaken, so she should get to a doctor, see if she’s hurt.”
“Ah, yeah… ” Sally said.
Led inside by the legendary hero, they found their way to a more secluded spot, away from all the noise outside.
“Are you hurt? Like, badly?” Dizzy asked, seeming quite sincere.
“Um,” Sally inspected herself, patting her own body down (though careful not to pat her butt), “No, I don’t think so.”
“Good to hear. You should still get checked out, but I figured you’d like to, y’know, freshen up a bit, first.”
It was then that Sally noticed the hero had led her just outside the women’s bathroom. “Oh, uh… I see… ”
Dizzy practically read her mind, answering her unspoken question, “Don’t worry, you can’t see it. They just made me stand close to you, and I could, y’know, smell you.”
Sally shrunk down, humiliated. “I’m sorry… ”
Dizzy shrugged, “Happens to the best of us. It’s happened to tons of heroes, and it’s happened to me. Don’t sweat it.” The proud woman admitted to this without a hint of shame or embarrassment.
Sally hardly believed what she’d just heard. She’d always viewed the really famous heroes as just being invincible. To think they’d get so scared that they’d ruin their costumes was wild. “Um, if I can ask you something… ?”
“Shoot.”
“I just found out I have a power today. What… What do you think of it?”
“You did all that with a fresh power?” She sounded genuinely impressed, “Wait, why? Do you want to make something of that power?”
“I dunno. I was so scared, but I just moved and… I think I liked it. Being like a hero, that is.”
“You weren’t ‘like a hero,’ you were one,” Dizzy said with a smile, “And if you think you have what it takes, I’d be happy to make a pro out of you.” Sally only responded with an excited inhale and wide eyes. “Now go change your pants.”
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Five months later…
Given the severe need for super-powered individuals in the defence of society, working with Dizzy, even as a trainee, had turned out to be pretty profitable. Sally’s old job had been nowhere near as lucrative, or fun. Her power, some type of telekinesis, was unnaturally strong, and she was a pretty quick study. In only a few weeks, Sally had learned how to handle and wield her power effectively, and had begun joining other heroes on small missions. Mostly simple stuff. Well, “simple” by superhero standards. Most people didn’t consider having guns shoved in their faces to be a simple affair. But Sally’s power made her particularly effective in stopping gunfire and disarming killers; and with the New World growing bolder every day, she was getting plenty of practice in.
She’d met lots of big name superheroes, too. From the gravity-defying Flux to the lightning-blasting Thunderhead, Sally had made a few noteworthy acquaintances. For the most part, they seemed impressed with her growing mastery over her power. Although, their most universal critique was over her composure. While she’d managed to avoid having any further accidents, she never quite managed to carry herself like a hero consistently. She wasn’t the comforting, inspiring presence that people like Dizzy were, yet.
But nonetheless, she was happy to take on the role of hero, even if it meant that, sometimes, like today, she just sat in the agency building, watching Dizzy face off against a supervillain on a widescreen television. The agency utilized special little drones during missions to record the events from multiple angles, providing higher quality and more versatile viewing than what the news would show the public. And, as she’d learned, frequently something would go wrong on a mission, and it would need to be fully omitted or doctored out of a news broadcast, while the drone footage was not edited at all.
The villain had a power that looked like some kind of superspeed, and he’d already gotten the better of two other heroes, elevating his threat class enough that Dizzy was called in. Given that her powers included superspeed along with a variety of other super abilities, the villain was quite simply outmatched. The fight was so fast that Sally could barely even keep up with what was happening, but she was more interested in their surroundings. Flipping between the drones’ views, she finally landed on the other two heroes who had been defeated. Mercifully, they weren’t severely injured. A man who had a power that let him create large wind gusts was unconscious, and his companion, a woman who could teleport short distances, was trying to rouse him. The two had been pretty thoroughly thrashed and… yep. As Sally observed the teleporting female hero, the legs of her dark blue outfit were soaked with pee. Poor thing, she thought.
In the scant few moments that she’d looked away, the fight had been settled, and Dizzy stood over the crumpled heap of the supervillain. As expected, she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Sally tried to think of something to say when her teacher returned, and inevitably asked what she’d learned from watching, when the door to the lounge swung open and a suit-wearing woman rushed inside. Andrea, a secretary with the agency, looked around the room in a panic, before settling her gaze on Sally. “Emergency!” She said, “A supervillain is wreaking havoc at Parker University!”
“A- a supervillain?!” Sally asked, “I’m not permitted to go against villains yet-”
“No time! Lives in danger!” The woman shouted. Despite her orders from Dizzy, Sally obediently bolted upright. Andrea had a frighteningly commanding presence.
“Well, what kind of powers do they have?” If she was destined to break the rules, she might as well do her best to live through it.
“We aren’t completely certain, but they appear to be able to move the earth around.”
Sally nodded dutifully, “I’ll do my best.” An earth-moving power against her telekinesis should be a fairly neutral matchup, with neither side truly able to counter the other, so maybe she did have a chance after all.
Donning her hero outfit, a tight, purple and white costume that exposed her legs, she departed the agency. Though strenuous, her power did enable her to fly. It was clunky and inexact, but she could essentially form a bubble around herself and fling it to her destination. While it prevented her cape from fluttering majestically in the breeze, she still thought she looked cool. Zooming through the air, she eventually spotted the university, which turned out to be rather easy as she just had to look for the only place in the city suffering from earthquakes.
Her heart raced as she approached, nervousness and fear threatening to make her spill her guts up. She’d never faced off against a supervillain before. The few times one had appeared on one of her missions, Dizzy had made her stay put while she dealt with them. Sally really, really hoped they weren’t as dangerous as her teacher had made them out to be. She would find out soon enough, as she touched down at Parker University. The buildings were shaking, the earth was cracking, and all around people were panicking and trying to run.
An area of destruction was moving across the campus, and she could just barely make out a vaguely humanoid shape at its epicenter. Getting as close as she dared, she cleared her throat and shouted in her steeliest voice, “Villain! Surrender now! This is your only chance!” She hoped she sounded intimidating.
The living earthquake abated, and the person causing it turned to face her. It was a woman, not wearing any sort of villainous uniform, just a tanktop and a black leather skirt. Her skin was tanned, and her black hair, which hung down to her shoulders, was dyed green about halfway down. She wore sunglasses that hid her eyes completely, but even without seeing them, Sally could tell the villainess was not impressed with her.
“Some advice, loser,” The villain began. She stomped her foot, and a line of earthly destruction traced its way from the sole of her shoe to a statue Sally stood next to. The base of the statue evaporated into dust, and it toppled down towards her. Using her power to get a slight boost, she jumped back, narrowly dodging the crumbling debris. She exhaled sharply, eyes wide. “... If you’re gonna pick a fight with someone,” The villain continued, “At least try not to look like you’re about to piss yourself.”
Sally swept her arms, generating a wave of force that blew away the statue debris in front of her. While her arms were outstretched to her sides, she swung them forward, catapulting much of the debris at the villain. She clearly hadn’t been expecting the reprisal, and only barely managed to raise a rocky barrier that was shredded to pieces by the barrage, only just durable enough to keep her from being damaged. She panted lightly, and looked up at Sally, now seeming to take her a little more seriously. “Ironic advice,” Sally said smugly, “Since it looks like you’re about to soil yourself.” Heroes were supposed to make puns, right?
“All right, freak, you had your chance to run away,” She knelt down low, and drove her fist into the ground. Multiple fractures raced through the disturbed earth, spreading out like cracking glass, but all homing in towards Sally. Her power wouldn’t be anywhere near strong enough to shield her from an attack of literal earthquake magnitude, so she had no choice but to fling herself up into the air. She looked back as she flew upwards, and saw that her old position on the ground had been obliterated, turned to dust, and then swallowed into the depths of the earth. Sally felt a short spurt of urine soak into her briefs. This girl was playing hardball.
Sally began to lose altitude, and was rapidly approaching her opponent. As soon as she was pretty sure she was in range to use her power, she threw a wild swing through the air, which translated to an invisible wall of force impacting the villain, and sending her flying. Her landing zone now clear, she touched down almost elegantly, only stumbling a little. Ahead of her, the earth-shifter was getting back onto her feet. Another swipe battered her, then another. As long as Sally kept striking, her enemy wouldn’t have a chance to use her power.
Or at least, she’d hoped as much. In the middle of being thrown around by unseen attacks, the villain managed to stomp her foot on the ground once again. There was no clear fault line this time, but there was an unmistakable rumble of something gliding through the ground. Sally couldn’t see it, and could only barely approximate its location by the rumbling. It was slow, and it took ages to reach her, all the while she was trying to divide her focus between the coming attack and her own series of blows. If she let up, then the villain would crush her.
Her heart pounded in her ears, wondering when the earthen attack would arrive. She knew that it would be lethal if not handled properly. Her eyes darted, and concentration began to slip. At last, the earth opened up, and a massive stone spike launched forward. It was pointed at her head, and her dodge was so last second that it cut her cheek lightly as it rushed by. She shook and shivered, and her legs gave out. She fell down to her knees, and her bladder emptied itself in a hot gush. Pee saturated the crotch of her costume, then raced down her thighs. Some urine streamed directly to the ground from her pants, noisily creating a large puddle.
“Are you finally dead?” The villainess asked, sounding battered and out of breath as she stepped closer to observe her handiwork. “Cause I’d really like to get on with my- Oh! Oh, ha ha ha!” She began laughing as she saw Sally, whose bladder was just about done voiding itself. “Oh my God, you actually did piss your pants!”
Sally grit her teeth and glared in response.
“I was just making a joke, but wow! I didn’t have to say anything, you are a joke!” She raised her foot to stomp out another attack, “Well don’t worry, dude. By the time they excavate you, no one’s gonna be able to tell how you went out.” As her foot dropped, Sally lunged forward, throwing a perfectly straight punch into the air, aimed at the woman’s midsection. The wind whistled and a tight ball of psychic power impacted her stomach, sending her staggering back.
She gasped and gagged, the wind having been driven out of her body. She clutched her stomach in pain, and fell to the ground. Sally looked at her own fist in awe. In all her training, she hadn’t managed a hit like that, yet. She sure wished she knew about it before she wet herself. Speaking of, Sally tried to put all of her focus on the fight, ignoring the wet fabric clinging tightly to her butt and crotch.
Her opponent seemed to be fairly incapacitated, but then again, all she had to do was smack the ground with appendage and she’d create a deadly attack. Careful so as not to crush her, Sally lifted her hands, gingerly levitating the villain. “... Fuck you… ” She muttered quietly as she was lifted, “... I win!” Her arm slumped off the side and reached the ground. Before Sally could react, she raked her fingers through the dirt. Five fault lines tore through the earth, speeding towards not Sally, but one of the campus buildings.
Once they touched the structure, dirt and glass blasted through the air, it looked as though a missile had struck the building. Sally heard screams. Groaning in frustration, she flung her opponent roughly to the ground while she ran to save whoever was inside. Using her power to boost herself forward, she flew through the new opening that had been carved into the wall. The destruction was more extensive than she feared, as the foundation had been damaged. The structure creaked and moaned, threatening to collapse.
Following the sounds of terror and panic, Sally found her way to a room that had been sealed off with debris. With powerful motions, like she was swimming through the air, she telekinetically cleared the rubble, revealing a party of five or so people inside. They stared wide-eyed at the miraculous appearance of a superhero, but they did not move. “Come on! Run! This way!” Sally cried to them, spurring them to action. But as they neared her, the sound of shattering stone and rending metal froze all of them in their tracks. The building was falling.
She turned around, and held out her hands to conjure the sturdiest barrier that she could, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough. The massive slabs of concrete began to fall, and Sally knew she was going to be crushed, but maybe she could save one or two people. Just like before, with the man and the gun, she knew she was going to die. And just like before, her bodily control slipped.
The rear of her costume tented suddenly as her bowels released. With a quiet crackle, more mess spilled out, filling up her now-very-stretched underpants. She could feel the muck covering her backside and she knew the bulge was massive. And with the fabric over her butt being white, it would stain and tint brown, leaving absolutely no question that this superheroine had completely soiled herself.
But, just like before, as she closed her eyes and waited for death, nothing came. Daring to take a look. She saw that the crumbling building had been suspended in time and space. Even the little bits of dust had been frozen in mid-air. She’d actually done it. She’d contained the collapse, even if she hadn’t contained the avalanche in her briefs. With it being apparently safe, she ushered the group out of the building, her power fading as the last one made it out. The collapse resumed where it had left off, now free of potential victims.
Outside, all of them were panting, and clearly not enjoying the particular odor in the air.
“Are all of you okay?” Sally asked, between breaths.
“I think so,” One of the people she’d rescued said, “Um, are you?” He asked, looking at her urine-soaked front.
Sally was quiet for a moment, trying to keep her tears in. She was absolutely humiliated. “... Yeah.”
“Thank you,” Another person intoned, trying to change the subject, “For saving us.”
“I’d tell you my superhero name, but… I’d appreciate it more if you all forgot what you saw here today,” Superheroes were supposed to make jokes. Though she still wanted to cry, the slight bit of humor helped make things maybe just a bit less awkward. Besides, she actually hadn’t settled on a superhero name just yet. There was another rumble, and Sally grimaced, remembering that the villain wasn’t defeated yet. “All of you evacuate now! The villain is still active. I’ll handle them,” She didn’t wait for a reply, and she was quite eager to be away from people, so she took off.
Still clutching her stomach, the earth-shifter was slowly walking towards a building at the far end of the campus. She wasn’t conjuring a storm of destruction any longer. Whatever she was after must’ve been inside, and the other devastation was just… Sally didn’t know. A show, perhaps. An outlet for frustrations. A message. Villains were crazy like that.
Sally landed a short distance behind her, “We’re not done, yet,” She growled. She was trying to seem intimidating, and accordingly was being very careful not to let her backside show to the villainess. The taunting would never end if she saw that Sally had crapped her pants, too.
“The fuck… ?” She breathed, still reeling from the blow to her gut, “How are you alive?!”
As Sally had come to expect, the woman went for another cheap shot, stomping and sending out an inarticulate pulse throughout the ground. It rattled and cracked, and Sally lost her footing as the earth shook. Aiming as best as she could, she readied another psychic punch. The earth-shifter, meanwhile, readied an attack of her own. They both launched them simultaneously. They would collide mid-air, and the winner’s attack would follow through and hit the opponent.
At least, that’s what should have happened. Instead, a green blur fell from the sky like a comet, intercepting both attacks and not even flinching. Dizzy rose from her kneeling position between the two. Fearlessly turning her back to the murderous woman, Dizzy looked at Sally, “Nice work, kid! I’ll take it from here.”
Not missing her opportunity to strike while her back was turned, the villain threw a stone spike at Dizzy. It shattered like a clump of sand, and Dizzy didn’t even seem to feel it. The titanically powerful superhero turned around, and smiled. Fault lines raced to her, stones flew. The woman was throwing everything she had at the living legend, but it was to no avail. At best, she’d scratched her outfit a little.
After weathering the barrage, the villain’s shoulders slumped. She was beaten, and she could tell. “How? How can you… ? It’s not fair! It isn’t fucking fair!!” Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, like she was about to throw a tantrum.
“... My turn,” Dizzy uttered her catchphrase, then rocketed forward at incalculable speed. She stopped just in front of the villain, her fist just inches from her face.
Piss sprayed loudly from under her leather skirt, falling to the ground in a strong stream. The stream occasionally clipped the edge of the skirt, and so droplets gathered and fell from its hem. Her bowels audibly emptied as well. The sound was somewhat wet, and matched the mess, as it stained and sagged her skimpy panties.
They all sat there in silence, Dizzy being sure to let the villain’s courage completely drain out between her legs. “Give up?” She asked. The woman meekly nodded in reply.
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“You know,” Dizzy began, as she and Sally were away from all the cameras, “They edit out stuff like you messing yourself.”
Sally whirled to look at her, “They do?!” She was still wearing her wet and heavily soiled costume.
“Kid, you remember months ago? I told you that this happens to us. We have a bit of an understanding with the media. They’re not supposed to make us look bad.”
She poked her head out, glancing at the army of police, firetrucks, ambulances, and news vans and helicopters that had invaded the ruins of the campus in the last several minutes. Thanks to Sally’s timely arrival, there hadn’t been any casualties. “Sooo, if I was recorded during this whole thing, nobody’s gonna know that I had an accident?”
“Nope. I mean, y’know, unless somebody just recorded it with like a phone or something, then- ” She looked at Sally’s once-again-distraught face and stopped herself, “But the odds of that are slim to none.” Things got quiet for a second, before Dizzy said, “Fighting Magnitude like that, though. Damn impressive for your first time against a supervillain.”
“Magnitude?”
“The name HQ came up with for her. Serious power level. For you to take on someone like her, I’m beginning to think I was babying you a bit too much.”
“What’s gonna happen to her?”
Dizzy shrugged, “Can’t imagine there’s many jails she couldn’t just bust out of. Probably have to set up some special facility for her.”
“What was she after? She was gunning for the building over there.”
“I asked the same thing. No one knows. The dean’s office is there, but that’s hardly a juicy target for a supervillain. It was probably something personal. Whatever the reason is, they’ll find out in interrogation.”
“... Can I go change my pants, now?”
Dizzy laughed, “Yeah, sure. I’ll even let you go first.”
Sally giggled, then realized what she’d just said, “Wait, what? What do you mean, ‘go first’?”
“Look closely,” Dizzy said as she turned her back to her student. It was hard to see if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but there was a flattened mound against her butt.
“You… !”
“I’ve been out since sunrise fighting the forces of evil. They made me miss the usual bathroom time. I had to go, and I sure wasn’t gonna let the bad guys win just cause of an accident. So, at some point in the day, I just let it happen.”
Sally didn’t know what to say. She knew Dizzy was shameless, but this was unprecedented. No wonder she was so experienced and familiar with accidents.
“I told you, in this line of work, this kinda thing is beyond your control. Best thing you can do is not let it get to you… And to try and cover it up, but that’s another lesson.” |
Writing university fanfic is kind of a challenge and I do have my own doubts, but I decided to give it a go anyway. I have tried my best to be as technically accurate as possible but since I never attended either of these universities (alas) please pardon my mistakes if any.
It was the kind of moment that appeals the most to poems and artists: the setting sun just beginning to touch the horizon, sitting on the border of late afternoon and early evening, on a day sitting on the border of spring and summer, when sweat has barely begun to bead on foreheads yet the chills still have not left the wind. The river glittered like a golden ribbon.
On the grassy river bank she sat, close to the Bridge of Sighs, beneath a weeping willow. She had on her a thin white cotton dress and no shoes or socks, with nothing shielding her from the chilly evening breeze except a badly-fitting pale blueish gown that went all the way to her ankles. Her slightly messy blond curls reached just below her shoulders, covering the crimson pin she wore on her gown. She poured herself yet another lemonade from the pitcher next to her and stared blankly into the distance.
The man next to her on the other hand seemed way more organised, both in the way he dressed and in his expression. A navy blue suit and overcoat matched perfectly his well-groomed dark brown hair, and his eyes, though soft and warm when gazing at her, had an air of authority only time could foster. He too took a sip from his glass of lemonade, before making another attempt to break the awkward silence:
“Yeah I mean, why would you start a foundation year programme?” With that he added, after considerable hesitation, “- Cambridge.”
She, now having been introduced to you as Cambridge, made no attempt to answer. She was distracted, to say the least, and far from comfortable. They had been drinking lemonade silently on the river bank for the better part of an hour, and most of it had now made its way to her bladder, the sole reason why she had put down her still-full glass and sat stiffly on her heel. Yet the pressure in her bladder was the least of her distractions at that moment; what troubled her more was his voice, or even his existence as a whole, that seemed to be fished out straight from the bottom of her memories.
“You need to write neater.”
It felt like yesterday when he, looking at her messy handwriting, said this to her; yet she knew all too well that that utterance belongs to a time and space far out of her reach. It was many and many a year ago, in a town quite similar to her own, just two hours away, with nice streets and a library with a beautiful dome above which the crescent often hung prettily. She did not have a name at that time, but that did not matter much to her, as long as he had a name; that was long before universities became a common occurrence in this world, the town was therefore her universe, he was her role model, and pretty much her everything.
“Your handwriting is too bad. You need to write neater, or else people wouldn’t be able to read it properly.”
He stuffed a pen into her hand, held it, and began to trace fancy letters stroke by stroke, but after just a couple of seconds she broke free from his grip and started giggling: “Oh come on Oxford! I can just leave all my writing to you - I’ll never leave you, will I?”
“Hey did you hear me - why would you start a foundation year?”
His voice broke her train of thought abruptly. It was that same Oxford’s voice - or is it? She had no answer to this question, just like she had no answer to why she made no attempt to answer nature’s call, despite squirming and shifting her heels like a toddler refusing to take a toilet break. Had she been on a date with anyone else, she would have excused herself long ago and go inside to relieve herself, but for reasons she did not understand she stubbornly refused to do that in front of Oxford - or rather, reasons her mind refused to process.
She grew up talkative and rebellious, diving headlong into any newfangled idea, and it was her personality traits that resulted in her breaking her childish vow - how she ended up in a fight with Oxford and his townsfolk, how she fled from her childhood town with scholars and students, how she managed to settle down in this new town, and how she finally got a name. She named herself in the same carefree manner as she did anything else: the first thing she saw as she stepped into this town was a bridge, a bridge across the river Cam, and Cambridge her name was. She could only speculate what Oxford would say had he learned how hastily she decided on serious matters like this.
For more years than she cared to count she perfected herself relentlessly. She remembered Oxford being keen in Humanities so she started with a Mathematics department, something that would surely make him jealous, or so she thought. She used Oxford’s textbooks she brought away with her, she employed the skills of running a university she learned from Oxford, she aligned all her teaching and admissions to Oxford’s standards, yet Oxford himself was something she tossed into the depths of her memories and refused to dig out. He had somehow become a whiplash that would come out and sting her from time to time, reminding her that she was still not good enough and had someone to chase after. She was diligent to the extent of compulsion, and no one would see her take a toilet break before her work that day had been done. For some reason her bladder control had been something she prided herself upon along with many other things; that was, until she realised how much that bladder was still torturing her this afternoon.
“Cambridge?”
She let out a little gasp, not because of Oxford’s voice, but because of an unexpected leak that dampened her knickers. No, she should not have sat at this river bank this afternoon, not with Oxford at least. For some reason he had traveled all the way from his town to hers and asked her out for a pitcher of lemonade, and so far the only thing he had bothered to say was to ask her why she started a foundation year programme for disadvantaged students. She was upset to say the least, upset that her weakness was exposed unreservedly to someone she so desperately wished to prove her strength to.
“Cambridge? Are you okay?”
She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, and when she opened them Oxford had moved much closer to her, the scent of his all-too-familiar aftershave teasing her nostrils the same way it did so many years ago. After all these time she could still tell from his eyes that he was genuinely concerned: “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the toilet?”
It took Cambridge a few moments before she managed to form an answer. “You know, Oxford......I, I started a foundation year programme because......”
“Yes?”
“......Because I want to be better than you.”
For a moment Oxford fell silent, yet Cambridge, despite her vision blurring and the same water threatening to come out from the other end of her body, carried on.
“I want to be better than you so I started the foundation year programme for disadvantaged students so that they would apply to me instead of you. I’ve wanted to be better than you ever since I left - no, ever since you told me my handwriting isn’t as good as yours. I’ve worked so hard not just in Math and natural sciences but also in Humanities and I’ve achieved so much but I’m still not as good as you. Still not.” As she blurted everything out she finally saw clearly what she had not understood over the years, and that realisation left tears streaming down her cheeks, “For all these years I’m always ranked below you in so many university rankings and I never, I mean I never am able to shake off that label of someone who ran away from Oxford town. I’m not going to the toilet ‘cause I want to prove I’m strong and can hold anything in, but now - but now I can’t even control my bodily functions in front of you. I’ll never be as good as you. Never.”
Oxford did not say or do anything for a long time, nothing except gently wiping the tears from Cambridge’s face. Slowly, he turned to face the river again.
“Let me ask you, math genius. You know what parallel lines are?”
Through a mist of tears and a thicker mist of desperation, Cambridge nodded.
“Parallel lines, they don’t intersect, and neither line is longer or shorter than the other. I’d always been aware, since you left me all those years ago, that our lives would never intersect again, but throughout these years I’ve seen your hard work and I’m more than impressed by how far you’ve come since you got yourself a name. I’ve never looked down on you because of anything, never. Remember, we are just like parallel lines - not intersecting, but neither is better or worse than the other.”
Hearing Cambridge’s sobs gradually cease as he spoke, Oxford carried on.
“And you know why I come visit you today?”
“Why?” She whimpered.
“......I just want to tell you how awesome you are to provide such an educational opportunity to disadvantaged students.” Oxford smiled, the same smile Cambridge was used to when her handwriting miraculously fitted his standards all those years ago, “Well done, Cambridge.”
Cambridge smiled as well, for the first time that afternoon. Pausing for a moment she bit her lip and gingerly stood up. “Please excuse me for a second, I need to......”
“Yeah,” Oxford giggled heartily as the pale blueish figure hurried towards the building behind the river bank, “Go ahead.”
By now the sun had fully submerged beneath the horizon, leaving behind radiant beams that dyed the clouds blood red. The willow tree they had been sitting under, also a deep shade of crimson, trembled in the breeze like a bonfire. The river glittered like a golden ribbon. |
Note:This is a rewrite of my first Story.
A harsh wind blew across the trees in the mountains,causing the 2 members of the Hanzo International Academy to stop in their tracks. These two were Yagyu and hibari. Two Shinobi that were scaling a mountain as part of their shinobi training. There was a powerful opponent waiting for them at the top and the only way to reach them was to get past all the obstacles that were on this mountain. Yagyu held her umbrella in front of Hibari and looked around for any hazards.
Yagyu was a little protective the pink haired shinobi. Well... a little protective might be an understatement. Very protective would be more accurate. Yagyu was willing to do everything for hibari and would gladly put her life on the line to protect her. And that was no different during this trip. As she had spent a majority of the trip protecting her from the wild animals that tried to attack her. The two Shinobi were now surrounded by many trees. Trees that were big enough to block the light from the sky. Eventually they stopped at a river.
'Yagyu-chan...' Yagyu turned to Hibari. She fell on her butt and gave her an exhausted look.
'Can we Please take a break? We've been walking for about an hour now....' Hibari asked.
'I'm sure Kiriya-Sensei won't mind if we take a quick break.' Yagyu said. She lifted Hibari and carried her bridal style towards a nearby rock. She rested Hibari against the rock. Yagyu sat on the rock and opened her umbrella. Hibari tilted her head towards the river and smiled. The calm noises of the river caused her to doze off. Yagyu smiled and gently stroked Hibari's face. She looked so cute when she was sleeping. The eye-patched shinobi turned to the river and closed her eyes. The sounds of the river, Hibari being close to her. It all made her feel at ease.
But peace was interrupted when Yagyu started feeling something. And that something was her bladder filling up. She had neglected to use the bathroom before the trip. And now that she had some time to rest, The pressure hit her that much harder. There were plenty of bushes around and Hibari seemed to be completely asleep. But she didn't want to leave her and risk her getting attacked. She decided it would be best to cut the break short and continue. She shook Hibari to wake her up.
"Hmm...Five more minutes please." Hibari said.
"Hibari. We have to continue. If we let our guards down any longer,we'll get attacked." Yagyu said while rubbing her legs together. truth to be told, She wanted to get away from this river as fast as possible as it wasn't really helping her take her mind off of her bladder.
Hibari pouted and wined while getting up from the rock. The two Shinobi quickly continued down their path. Yagyu stayed on the lookout for any threats while Hibari followed behind her,while also looking out for enemies.
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"Phew...." Hibari sat down behind a tree and sighed. Yagyu hid behind the same tree,but peeked forward to see if there were any enemies following them. However,while doing so,Yagyu was having trouble standing still. She seemed to have underestimated the mountain. As getting here took longer than she had expected. Her bladder had only gotten more full with each passing minute and while she had done a pretty good job combating the wild life that attacked her,she was unable to ignore her growing need.
"Huh? Yagyu? are you okay?" Hibari asked. Yagyu looked at her and and kept looking around for threats. Her need to pee could wait,right now keeping Hibari safe and reaching the top of this mountain was more important.
Yagyu motioned Hibari to follow her and after looking around herself,Hibari complied. Yagyu held her Parasol tighter and stayed vigilant. Her bladder kept trying to get her attention,but she continued to ignore it.
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"Hibari! Hibari where are you?!" Yagyu asked. She couldn't believe it..but it happened. She and Hibari had gotten separated. Right now,she had put reaching the top of the mountain on hold in order to search for Hibari. However,Hibari wasn't the only thing she was worried about. Her bladder had become even more full and she had a difficult time concentrating because of it.
Eventually,She reached a river. Yagyu groaned and looked away from the river. She needed to focus on finding Hibari and keeping her bladder from releasing it's contents and the sight and sounds of a river wasn't really helping with that. Still,she didn't see another path. She didn't want to go near that river,but it didn't seem like she had a choice. She opened her brella and jumped of off the cliff. Yagyu opened her umbrella and angled it downwards. The shinobi landed in the river,using the open umbrella as a makeshift raft. Yagyu held onto the handle and looked around for Hibari. Unfortunately, because she was pretty much in the river,the sound of splashing water kept distracting her from that goal,causing her to turn her attention back to trying to hold it in.
Suddenly,Yagyu felt a slight draft. She turned around and saw that part of her skirt was gone. And she soon found out why: The river was filled with Piranhas. All those piranha's quickly jumped onto the shinobi and started chomping on her clothes. And because she was using her parasol as a raft right now,Yagyu had no way fighting back. One of the Piranhas managed to get a bite on her skin,causing her to flinch. Yagyu quickly crossed her legs and jammed her free hand between her legs.
"What do i do? This is bad..." Yagyu said to herself.
"Yagyu!""That voice?
"Hibari?!" Yagyu looked to her left and saw Yagyu running down the path next to the river.
"Hibari! Stay back! These are piranhas!" Yagyu said as she tried to shake of the piranhas.
"No! I'm going to help you!" Hibari said.
"Hibari?""
"Secret Ninja art!" Hibari closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Out of nowhere,a pink bunny on a yellow cloud appeared next to her. Hibari hopped on the cloud and the two immediately flew towards Yagyu. Hibari grabbed yagyu and carried her away from the river. All the piranha's fell of her body and landed back in the river. The two arrived at dry land and the pink bunny flew away.
"Thank you,Mr. Bunny!" Hibari said while waving at the bunny as it left. She turned you Yagyu and looked at her with a worried expression.
"Yagyu? are you okay?"
"I'm fine. i was only bitten directly once." Yagyu said. She tried to get up,but she felt a strong twinge in her body.
"L-Let's continue." Yagyu said while ignoring the strong pressure.
"Hibari...I'm grateful that you saved me." Yagyu said,earning a smile from Hibari.
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"Ahh...." Yagyu groaned.
"Yagyu?" Hibari asked.
"I'm okay,Hibari. I'm just..tired. How about we stop here?" Yagyu asked. Hibari looked around and then looked at the sky. The sun was starting to set and by the looks of it,they still had a long way to go. And she was feeling pretty tired too. So she nodded.
"Hmm...I'm getting hungry." Hibari said.
"I'll go get us some food." Yagyu said. She took a few steps forward,but she felt another strong twinge in her body. She was able to hold it through all the obstacles she and Hibari went through,but now her bladder was reaching its limit. She had to take care of it now,but she didn't want to leave Hibari alone. However,She ignored her needs once again when she noticed how uneasy Hibari looked.
'Yagyu-chan....' Yagyu approached her and inspected her. There were no visible wounds on her body. But she still looked like she was in pain. Could it be...?
'I gotta pee!' Hibari blurted out. Suddenly,she jammed her hands between her legs and started potty dancing while looking around. This caught Yagyu by surprise.
"Hibari? How long have you been holding it?" Yagyu asked. Hibari stayed silent.
"Have you been holding it all day?" Hibari nodded.
"I can't hold it anymore,i need to go now!" Hibari said. She then ran towards the bushes.
"Hibari! Wait!" Yagyu said as she followed the pink shinobi into the bushes. Hibari jumped over the bushes and looked around to make sure she was safe. Yagyu caught up to Hibari.
""Hibari! Don't just run off like-" Yagyu's words trailed off then she saw Hibari pulling down her biker shorts along with her panties. Hibari popped a squat and almost immediately,a powerful spurt of pee escaped from her body. Followed by another spurt,followed by a stream that splattered against the dirt below. Hibari let out a loud sigh and her face was filled with bliss. Despite standing right behind her,Yagyu could see the stream that was coming out of her body. Yagyu stood there stunned until she felt another twinge in her body. Yagyu looked around. She wanted to stand her and guard Hibari,but her bladder was driving her insane. She approached hibari and hiked up her broken skirt. Hibari opened her eyes and took notice of Yagyu.
"Yagyu? What are you-" Hibari asked. Yagyu pulled down her panties and squatted next to her pink friend. Unlike Hibari,There was a slight delay before a powerful stream of urine jetted out of her privates. Yagyu tried to stay quiet,but a moan escaped from her mouth. She closed her eyes and relaxed while her stream continued. Hibari was staring at Yagyu with a surprised look on her face. She looked at the stream coming out of Yagyu and then back at Yagyu,Wondering if she was holding it just as long as she was. The two shinobi relaxed and waited for their streams to end. After about a minute,only a few drips came out of their body.
"Oh...There's nothing to wipe with..." Hibari said as she looked around. Yagyu grabbed some leaves from a nearby bush and inspected them. She then gave one to Hibari and used the one she was still holding to wipe herself. Hibari looked at the leaf. She hesitated,but she still used the leaf the wipe herself. She pulled up her panties and shorts and smiled. She was proud of herself for managing to avoid leaking in her panties. Yagyu got up and pulled her panties back up.
"I feel so much better..." Hibari said with a smile.
"I'm glad you do." Yagyu said with a smile.
"Yagyu...You shouldn't hold it for so long like that." Hibari said.
"I..wasn't holding it for that long." Yagyu said. Hibari just stared at Yagyu before letting out a sigh.
"Please,Let me know when you need to go next time." Hibari said with a worried look. Yagyu stayed silent for a few seconds before nodding.
"As long as you do the same..." Yagyu replied. With all of that taken care of,The two shinobi returned to their main path to set up camp. They still had quite a long journey ahead of them. |
My ears are the first of my senses to awaken every morning, it seems. They twitch reflexively to the sounds of the chirping birds just outside the window, prompting the rest of my body to rouse from it's slumber. My eyes open to reveal a bleary view of my bedroom wall, unfocused and difficult to parse in the darkness. Out of habit, a subtle groan of effort rips through my throat as my legs first stretch out from their curled position, reaching the edge of my bed and tightening the covers around my body, as my hunched shoulders and fists clasped to my chest had pinned the cloth to me in my slumber. Slowly I begin to stretch these parts of me as well, until the minute amount of exertion spurs my body to rise. In unison, my legs swing out and hand off the side of the bed, my bare feet finding the floor, whilst the rest of me rises upright. Despite Madame Laece's insistence against the practice, I find myself bringing my fingers to eyes in attempt to rub the focus back into them, though, inevitably, the pressure only prolongs my blurred vision...though it does provide some relief to the light itch coming from the crust that falls from my eyes.
As I do every morning, I begin by getting to my feet and making my way to the covered window immediately to the east of my bed, my groggy hand reaching out until it touches the thick, woolen fabric draped in front of it, both to preserve temperature in the building and to block light. Pushing it aside, my covered vision is awash in orange light, even beneath the cover of my palm. I am slow to open my eyes again, as the sun's rising glow shines directly towards my window. Yet, as I adjust to the light that is bathing the city in it's early-morning glow, I'm able to make out the landmarks of the city to the east, easily making out the shape of the massive windmill that sits on the city's south eastern edge, just before the congested buildings give way to the more quaint and humble farmlands off the countryside. The bell tower of the city's church stands in the direct path of the sun's rays, allowing my eyes the chance to adjust to the light without being blinded entirely. The massive tree around which Orthenburg is built sits the closest of all, it's leaves turning deep shades of orange and yellow as the autumnal changes overcome it once again. A bird flits past my window before perching upon the tailor's rooftop across the street, and down below, some of the city's residents are already walking about to begin going about their day.
Once I feel the heavy drapery of sleep is pushed aside from my person, I tie the heavy drapery that covers my window to the side by a simple leather strap, allowing myself light by which to prepare myself for the day. Stifling a yawn, I move to the far corner of my bedroom, and give myself a cursory glance in the tall mirror of polished silver. The long tunic-like gown I am wearing covers me shoulders to ankle, shapeless and hiding the lithe body beneath. I decide to begin by attending to my hair. Straight and pale blonde, as well as quite long, like a woman's I am often reminded. I start by running my comb through it, pulling out any tangles or knots with a grimace, and parting it down the center to keep my vision clear whilst I work. Binding my bangs to the sides by dark colored, crossed-over ribbons, and daftly working my fingers through the back to pull it into a crude braid that reaches to my middle back, I decide not to spend longer on it than necessary this morning, as no doubt I will be busy enough to dislodge most work I do. My eyes, soft pink like the petals of a domestic zinnia, give a quick pass over, following the strands and assuring the correct parting in front of and behind my flat, pointed ears, and I decide that I am finished.
From there I dress myself quite plainly in the clothes that I've worn daily for the past decade. A full length gown of heavy cloth, a standard and unassuming grey color, and bound at the waist by a leather belt as well as tightened at the wrists by drawstrings. Then the mantle over my shoulders and neck, which is a somewhat heavier garment of flexible leather, which tightens at the neck with similar drawstrings, and similarly leather breeches to wear beneath the gown, and boots to match. Matching gloves will come once I head downstairs into the clinic proper, and the rest of the uniform to follow once I depart for the afternoon surely.
I give myself a final glance over in the mirror, taking a moment of vanity to ponder just how much I have changed in ten years to the date. I briefly scan my slim jawline, pondering if my kind simply do not take to facial hair, or if I will ever see myself sprout such a beard as other young men of my age. My hands idly pat down and straighten down the fabric of my outfit, ensuring myself to be presentable, before I finally decide that enough time has been spent before the mirror, and I head for the door, taking a moment to take stock of the decay within the bowl of flower petals at the doorside table. It would be time to change them soon...as nothing more than a preventative measure of course.
A short walk down the hall and past the other residence situated in the building's upstairs, then down the stairs and into the back halls of the ground floor, and finally down the right turn at the end of said hall and through an open, curtained doorway takes me into the infirmary room of the clinic, currently empty save for Madame Laece, seated at a nearby table and already hard at work
Garbed in a similar garb to myself, though a faded dark black to denote her status as Doctor, and by extension mine as Apprentice, Madame Laece is a woman of striking appearance. Deceptively young in features, the two of us appear to be of nearly the same age, despite her being nearly two and a half decades my senior. Rather than wear her scarlet red curls in a long fashion like most women of this land, she instead chops hers at the shoulder like knights and warriors of the capital. Contributing to her youthful appearance is a patch of freckles that bridge over her nose and pass beneath her eyes. Uncharacteristically of the Human race, her eyes glisten a deep, opulent purple like the color of gemstones, suggesting a mixed heritage at the very least, but which often leads others to assume her a witch or fae creature in disguise.
However, having spent the past 10 years with the woman, the only supernatural quality I can attest to would be her sharp intellect. Never before our meeting and never since have I met a woman so quick of wit, nor so devoted to the study of her craft. While her detractors see something to be feared or looked down upon, either as unnatural or simply from the unfavorable position of a woman practicing medicine, I see someone who's theories and methods revolutionize medical practice, and see a far higher rate of success than any quack snake oil salesman can provide...
"Ah, Aelith, Good Morning to you..." she calls to me from across the room, where she already busy at work cleaning small glass bottles and taking quill to parchment, in her diligent process of documenting all the goings on in the her clinic. Judging by the manner of bottles laid out on the table before her, I can only surmise that these are to be what I will be taking to the Apothecary later in the day, and that she is either documenting the movements of the bottles, or the procedures by which she cleaned them to prevent contamination between medicines. That, or any other number of possible documents that I would inevitably be tasked with filing later on.
I return her greeting with a short bow of difference, answering back in a similarly pleasant tone, but with as much formality as I can continue to muster after these many moons.
"As well to you Madame Laece. What can I do to begin to help you this morning?" I ask in the same rehearsed tone I've always delivered, raising my head and staring forward to eagerly await the woman's coming barrage of tasks I'll be taking up throughout the day. Before she speaks, she very nearly inaudibly clicks her tongue, studying the glass bottle pinched between her fingers with squinted eyes. Her lips purse together in frustration as she places her quill down flat and reaches off to the side of the table before her, having to shift her weight in her seat to reach her round-lensed glasses, which she perches upon her slightly wide and arched nose, causing her to have to push them up and quickly look through them to continue to inspect her work. One of her legs comes up to cross over the other as she speaks.
"No patients to check on today, so take up position at front counter and go about reviewing the cases of some of our visitors from last week. I'd appreciate a second set of eyes on the record of that man that came in with the bloody cough...and then continue through your normal study until midmorning. I'd like to you to standby to assist me with an appointment I have then. Then I'll likely be sending you off to the apothecary, so have our copy of the prescriptions at the ready to ensure we're receiving the right compounds."
I nod along to all of this, slowly building a timetable of work within my own head. She neglects to lay out any further plans to me, so I suppose in the moment that I'm to stand by for further instruction later in the day. With another bow of my head, I give her a verbal confirmation.
"Of course Madame."
And with that I begin to move through the infirmary. The room itself holds a few beds to place the sick or wounded in, separated by thin fabric curtains, while a crude metal cart on wheels sits in the center of the room remains the home for most of the Madame's tools that should need access to at any immediate time. Towards the back, where I had come from, the room resembles more of an office, being the home of cabinets, work tables, and bookshelves of documents and popular copies of medical texts. And at the other end of the room, a wide set of wooden double doors separates the front entry-room of the clinic from the rest of the building. These doors I pass through, letting me enter a room that, like the rest of the building I had been passing through, greets the senses with a pleasant floral scent. I enter into a small area separated from the rest of the room by a long counter, and a large collection of documents and books surround me in this space as well. By footfalls are muffled by a comfortable rug which runs up to the counter, to allow one to stand in more comfort than a hard floor would provide. I begin my own day by following the same morning routine I have always followed, unspoken by the Madame by it's implied completion. Tend to the plants in the various corners of the room, providing the fresh and flowery scent that is the first line of preventative defense against disease. Sweep and dust the room to keep things clean and prevent the inhalation of any untoward particles, and step out the front door to light the lantern above the door to signal to the public that we are available to see patients.
From there, I simply begin my rather unassuming morning. I do as I am told, spending the majority of the morning reviewing documents that Madame Laece had written on patients she has seen in the past month. As permitted, I make notes and put down my own thoughts in the margins, then place them in a neat pile for her to review later in the evening. Once that is through, I retrieve a book I have been parsing through on understanding the medicinal properties of different substances, and the process by which apothecaries are now isolating certain components of specific herbs and minerals in order to create more effective and useful medicines.
At one point, the mail comes through, delivered by a young, scrappy looking boy with crooked teeth and disheveled clothes, his grey eyes obviously staring at my pointed ears from behind the mess of dark brown hair on his head. As usual, I am obligated on Madame Laece's behalf to send the boy off with a small copper piece, then to go about cleaning up after his coming through as usual. Going through the letters, there is naught of too much interest. Simply Telegrams and Missives addressed to the Madame...all of which I place upon the pile of documents for her personal review.
However, somewhat expectantly, I do find a single letter addressed to me, with the handwriting on the front immediately recognizable. I give a slight sight through my nose, and feel a smile tug at my lips, as a short glance reveals it as my yearly invitation from Itelle to the tavern. A birthday celebration, despite my desire to put off the thoughts of growing older as much as possible. She is well meaning though, and time-affording, I will do my best to make an appearance as I do every year.
Without much further interference, the morning continues on until the sun hangs a quarter through the sky, at which point I am bidden to look up from my literature as the door comes open, the small bell above the door giving a sharp jingle at the movement of the oak beneath it. Coming through the door is a young woman. She is roughly my age upon first inspection, between her late teenage years and mid twenties, with an immediate demeanor that I am inclined to label as melancholic. Strange for a woman, whom Madame Laece has theorized tend to lean towards the less dry tendencies based on old Elvish texts. Yet all the same she approached the counter with eyes downcast, her lips curled into a resting frown and her hands folded shyly behind her back. Her lightly-curled black hair is pulled into a knot at the top of her head, tight so as to keep any strand from entering her vision, and her rounded green eyes refuse to come up to meet mine as she speaks with a slight and unsure voice.
"I...am s'possed to meet the doctor?" she says, her voice lilting upward as though she were asking me, rather than telling me of her appointment. An accent not common in the area either, so she is either not local to Orthensburg, or adopted the accent of perhaps a guardian or singular role model rather than her peers in the city, further suggesting a tendency to avoid social interaction. Up close, I can see she bears a smattering of pock-marks upon her visage, suggesting an earlier affliction of the skin centered around the face.
As I stop my eyes from analyzing her features, I nod, remembering the mention of Madame Laece's midmorning appointment. I gesture for the woman to follow me and step towards the western side of the counter, which gives way to a door frame that I usher her through, taking care to avoid touch, at least until I can reach my gloves hanging just before the doors to the infirmary. After all, who knows what she might be here for.
I bring the woman through, to find Madame Laece appearing to be putting together a satchel of bottles and medical supplies for my trip to the apothecary. Bent over at the waist, next to the table I had found her at this morning, she rises when she hears us enter, pushing her glasses up her nose and politely nodding to the young woman at my side.
"Good to see you again Miss Coutiere...I'm to assume you had little trouble finding the clinic?" she asks in a soft voice, far from the direct and sharp voice I am so used to hearing from her. It's not unexpected, however. It is very possible that she has made the same assessment I have on the woman's temperament, and so taking a more light-handed approach to care would do wonders to build a rapport. In response to the Madame's question, Miss Coutiere shakes her head, folding her hands before her waist politely and letting her eyes wander a bit to the many new sights she is surely seeing in the infirmary.
"Good." Madame Laece continues, stepping away from the table and over towards the nearest bed, gesturing for the woman to follow her. Miss Elizabeth does follow, leaving me to take up a standby position next to the medical cart in the center of the room, only just able to see Madame Laece's shoulders, hair, and back as the pair of women stand just behind one of the thin curtains.
As I am expected to do as I wait, I listen, and pay attention. Every so often my ears will twitch as I strain to pick up Miss Coutiere's meager voice. The examination is regarding a bit of troublesome inflammation occurring on the upper-rear thigh of the young woman's right leg. There is a bit of comforting from the Madame as she bids the girl to strip to her underthings, ensuring the girl that the examination was purely observational in nature, and would be necessary to diagnose the issue. In the ensuing silence, I make out the sounds of rustling cloth, as Miss Coutiere no doubt begins undressing herself in order to show Madame Laece the inflamed area. There is a brief bit of murmuring from the Madame, before she asks Miss Coutiere if she would be comfortable if I myself were to observe as well, both as a learning experience for myself and to ensure a second set of medical eyes would be upon her area of concern. Then, after what I can only assume to be a solemn nod, the Madame turns to me and softly calls me over, likely aware that I have been listening in.
I make my way over and around the corner to the expected sight of Miss Coutiere stripped to her undergarments. Immediately apparent is a reddened, raised patch of skin just below her right buttocks, appearing inflamed. The woman's figure suggests she does not see much physical activity in her daily life, as her white smallclothes appear just slightly too small for her, threatening to slip between her rear cheeks at any moment. Her thighs appear soft and untoned, suggesting little time on her feet, which would be in-line with her more square shaped rear end. Otherwise though, she does not appear much overweight. From the waist up, the bones of her spine and shoulders are visible as she hugs around her bare chest, and the remainder of her legs slim down considerably. Some light scaring upon the shoulders and back of the neck in a similar manner as her cheeks and forehead, likely from the same malady. And a birthmark to the left of her spine and above her left hip.
"What do you make of this Aelith?" The Madame asks me, after giving me a few moments to observe the woman. I nod a shallow nod out of habit.
"The area appears inflamed for certain, suggesting that blood may be pooling to the area." I answer, to which the Madame nods and turns her gaze back to Miss Coutiere.
"You are a seamstress by practice, yes Miss Coutiere?"
The woman nods, and shuffles a bit where she stands, bringing her legs to press closer together in apparent cold. Despite this, a slight flushed color appears over her skin, likely out of embarrassment. Madame Laece turns her gaze upon me again.
"Depending on the task at hand, long hours sitting could cause blood to form in a pocket of loose skin on the thigh."
The Madame once again nods and turns her gaze upon Miss Coutiere once again.
"You may redress yourself Miss Elizabeth..." she begins, prompting the woman to quickly lean to the side to retrieve her folded grey dress from the bed.
"To address the immediate issue of a loosened pocket of skin, placing a cold item such as a piece of metal or a stone beneath the affected area. However, do not use anything wet such as a pan of water. Try to use earthen materials, as it seems you may be also experiencing an excess of blood, causing it to pool unnaturally...We will have to take steps to balance your humors."
At this, the young seamstress seems to grow distressed, looking back over her shoulder as she stops fiddling with her buttons at her collar.
"Do...you mean t'put the leeches on me doctor?" she asks meekly, only to prompt a slight chuckle from the Madame herself.
"Heavens no, such practices are highly outdated in this clinic." she begins, allowing a confident smile to overtake her features, pushing her glasses up her nose, "Blood is nearly 50 percent water. And the primary way the body loses water is through the passing of urine. Simply put, too much water is equivalent to too much blood, and in order to solve the problem, we must reduce the water in your body, most easily done through the prescription of a diuretic."
The phrasing only seemed to make the young woman grow more confused, though she nods along anyway as she turns back around, now fully dressed save for her cloth shoes that rest beside her feet.
"As it so happens, I have another patient that is suffering from an opposing ailment. She has far too little blood in her body, and so the best way to treat it immediately would be to increase the water in the body by a significant margin. However, she was far too hesitant to allow an incision to be made so all I was able to do for her was to recommend an increase in water intake, or to drink the blood of an animal twice a day for the next week. However, a process may be possible to solve her problem with your own...you are free to go for now, though return to the clinic just past noon. And be sure not to urinate until your return."
At the prospect, Miss Coutiere's face turns a scarlet red that one might think would indicate a fever, though the way her posture shrivels under the Madame's word makes it obvious that the subject is quite an embarrassing one for her. Nevertheless, she nods along all the same, showing trust in Madame Laece's assessment.
"Very good. Aelith will see you out now...and Aelith..." The Madame continues, turning to me "Return to me once you've seen Miss Coutiere out. We'll discuss before you're errand to the apothecary."
I nod in confirmation, then turn my eyes upon the meek seamstress before me, giving a small gesture for her to follow and beginning to lead her out of the clinic. A simple enough task, and a silent one given my status as a mere assistant to the woman she came to see, as well as the awkwardness that she surely felt after having just been examined in the near-nude. But, despite such a tense walk back to the front of the building, I see her leave, then return to the infirmary as instructed, meeting the sight of Madame Laece finishing up her earlier task, having returned to bending over at the waist to dig through some low-to-the-ground cabinets.
"I admire your professionalism, Aelith..." she muses with her head in the cabinet upon hearing my approaching footfalls. Her voice is back to it's very sharp and measured tone, losing that soft quality to it, though her inflection makes the smirk upon her lips known even without her face being visible to me. It's not often that the woman jokes, so I don't know quite how to react other than to maintain composure...
"I appreciate the compliment Madame Laece. It's a practice tempered by your masterful teachings..." I respond, staring at the woman as she shifts from side to side, gathering up a few specific glass vials, her knees straight and her hips and backside high in the air behind her. Notably bad for posture coming from a woman with so much medical knowledge...but it's certainly not my place to lecture her.
"Indeed. Any other young man your age would certainly have been struck speechless to see a young woman in such a state of undress..."
Her words are a taunting jab...again uncommon for her. Though this has happened once or twice before on my birthday. The Madame seems to take up a bit of a more casual tone with me. Still, I have to suppress the urge to remind her that she has taught me not to view patients in such a way...
"But I am impressed by your assessment." she concludes, rising from her bent over position and bringing a few more bottles over to the small satchel on the table, securing them within a few inner loops before buckling it tight, "Those sharp eyes of yours are as quick as ever."
At the second compliment, I nod a solemn nod, and step forth to retrieve the satchel, awaiting for her to continue speaking.
"Return from the Apothecary as swiftly as you can...ideally Miss Coutiere returns. And on your way back please stop by Miss Toussaint's residence and fetch her for me."
I nod along with the instructions, and as Madame Laece turns away from me, I know I am to be off. Without another word, I bring the satchel with me out to the front counter and begin gathering up the prescription copies I've parsed through throughout the day, laying them neatly within a side pouch of the satchel, before closing it back up. From beneath the counter, I also retrieve the dark grey, wide-brimmed hat that I am to wear in the public, placing it gently upon my head, and the my long wooden walking cane, simply adorned with a simple black lacquer finish and a rounded head.
Giving my belongings a swift once over, I do a bit of tidying up on the countertop and put my literature away after marking my position on the page, then diligently make my way out into the late morning, leaving behind the floral scented clinic for the cobblestone paved streets of Orthensburg, ears twitching the moment I step out the door as they adjust to the sounds of the city... |
However, as a bit of an apology, here is a shorter addition to the story, out of place from where I initially had it placed, but easily and perhaps better incorporated in a short chapter break.
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I sit in the darkness of the back rooms, listening to the quiet, muffled noise coming from the front of the building, as patrons gather in the tavern for the evening. My ankle reflexively begins to tense and my heel bounces up and down in excitement. I can't help but let a smirk come to my face as I strike my match against the chair and bring it up to the pipe in my opposite hand..
I lift it to my lips and push my weight back, balancing my chair on it's two hind legs as I pull through the overly long stem. I wait, a beat, then two, and exhale, trying to slow my breathing and bring my expression back to an uninterested and cold one. My ears twitch as somebody breaks a glass in the distance, and Myron begins to tear them a new one over it, his muffled yelling almost bringing a chuckle to my throat.
No. Gotta focus...
I take another pull, watching the match burn itself and leave me in the darkness once more. God I wish that he'd put some light back here. At least so I can just do a last minute check on my face to make sure I didn't smudge anything without realizing...
I breath in the heavy air through the pipe one more time, waiting before letting the smoke gently roll out of me with a sigh. For a moment, I almost let the heat in my throat bring a cough, which could have just ruined the entire performance...but it's physician recommended after all....
I chalk it up to nerves and set the pipe down, sufficiently calm to keep my stage persona intact over my giddy demeanor. After all, I would be doing my favorite performance of the year. Getting to my feet, I can hear Anais warming up her Gittern and the cursing over the broken glass stop. A quiet hush begins to fall over the main hall as the melodic noise settles up under the rowdy conversation. No doubt the regulars are ready for the show, and the newcomers are wondering just what lies behind such a beautiful stage in the middle of some dingy old dive.
My heels click against the wooden floor as I make my way backstage, emerging through a doorway and hopping my way up the stairs to see my coworkers doing their respective warmups. Renaldo is merely downing his customary third shot of the evening before settling in onto his stool, drum between his knees, whilst Anais is far more painstakingly tuning and toying with her instrument, taking great care that every sound is exactly perfect. Both of them emotionless...like dolls on stage only present to perform, vessels for their respective sounds. Just the same persona I take on now.
Taking care to try and walk quietly across the wooden stage, my eyes locked on the dark red fabric that separates us from the rest of the tavern, my ears begin to twitch to each respective noise, much more clear now that I'm closer. Their tips feel the chill that comes fluttering under the curtain every so often as the tavern door opens and shuts, tingling sensitively and taking even more of my attention away from the task at hand.
Nope. Gotta focus...
Its only a few more moments now. I take center stage as I do every night, running my hands over the individual pieces of my overly intricate, brightly colored outfit. Overly tight dark colored trousers, disappearing into crimson, high-collared boots sporting a feathery texture around the top, and lifting me tall with their prominent heels. A long red coat with intricate designs of leaves and birds flowing up it's length, bearing black ruffles at the trim and loosely around the cuffs of the slim-fitting sleeves. With the collar worn open and low to display a bit of cleavage for the rowdy workmen and the crowd, and the crimson makeup around my eyes and along my lips sufficiently dressing me up as a bright red bird, I tell myself once more that I am ready. Giving my sharp-pointed painted nails a final once over, I let out a sigh as my ears twitch to the sound of the pulleys rolling.
The stage is slowly illuminated from the floor up as the curtain rises, and almost in sync with it, a hush falls over the tavern. Its all eyes on us now as our feet, then legs, bodies and finally stone-featured faces are revealed to the crowd. Up front there are a few familiar faces, regulars that I've seen every day for years. Elsewhere in the room there is a bit of a gasp. No doubt someone wasn't expecting to see an elf on stage.
But my eyes immediately lock onto one section of the room. A single table off to the side, tucked away beside the stage and almost hidden entirely from plain view by the grand presence of the structure next to it.
Empty.
My heart sinks, but I give myself a quick pep talk in my head. He's always late every year. He's probably still off doing that stupid duchess' portrait, or cleaning up the clinic. He'll be here when he gets here...
He'd better be. Reserved a bottle for him and everything.
I can't afford to think on it any longer, as my ear subtly twitches to the slow and melodic lead-in to my left. Anais has begun to play. I have to focus...
I count in Renaldo in my head, though the fool decides to be a bother and come in a measure too early with a rapid lead in of his own, directly clashing with the slow and droning melody of Anais.
Thankfully he decides to behave from there on out, beginning the song proper as he's supposed to. The Tavern is silent now, waiting for the song to begin in earnest.
I wait.
Anais and Renaldo fall silent, leaving me space to fill the silence.
I part my lips, and let out a somber, droning note that pierces through the silence, bidding the other two to resume behind me, this time letting my singing take front and center. I have the complete attention of the crowd, as always. Yet I remain as still as I can, only showing signs of life to breath, blink, sing, and every so often shift my weight or move my arms to accentuate the notes of the song. It's a local favorite that I open the night with. A sad ballad recounting a tale of a knight who lost his family to brigands whilst away on war, taking up a revenge quest, only to find his daughter still living as the adopted daughter of the Brigand's leader.
With that, I simply begin going through the motions. Singing the songs as I always do. No need to perform any differently when the common people are just as easily fooled into believing that control of my voice means I'm putting my heart and soul into it. I barely pay attention, only snapping out of it every once in a while to drink from the ale Myron continually brings up to keep us hydrated.
It's a slow night. It has been ever since the Gashed Gullet opened and split the working class tavern scene in two. I merely have to occupy my attention with reciting the songs as they come to memory, and ignoring the odd cat-call from a tipsy shopkeep or farm hand.
People file in, people file out...and we keep playing.
A little past midnight though, I begin to allow my eyes to flit towards the door more and more often. Where is he...he's never this late. Maybe this is the night he really doesn't show up?
No. Can't think about that. Focus.
And the night drones on further. Despite my better judgement, I continue to sneak glances, feeling the anxiety rising in my chest despite everything within me trying to keep myself calm. I tell myself he'll be here, he's just running late. I sip ale between songs and try and let the light fog in my head keep my thoughts purely on the music. I launch into one of my personal favorites, a song about a king who becomes so obsessed with providing his kingdom a better future that it falls to ruin before his very eyes in the present, crumbling into ashen snow around him at the hands of a curse.
And its in the middle of this song, and during yet another glance at the door that I feel that accursed twinge. It's only then that I notice that my heart has been racing in my chest every time the little bell above the doorway jingles...and that every time the thought would cross my mind that my invitation would not be received, my hands grow clammy.
I try to, as subtly as I possibly can, push my thighs together to ward off the sensation, now keenly aware of how nervous I'd been under my cold facade. Its the very thing I'd been trying to avoid by smoking before the show...on a doctor's order no less!
Calm down. Thinking about it isn't going to help.
I do my best to push it from my mind...but now every time I have to sip ale to keep my throat from drying out, I know I'm simply adding to another thing that's going to make me nervous, and feed into itself all night. Even as I continue into yet another song, it sits in the back of my mind, a tight sensation just beneath my corset and just between my hips, ever growing worse and worse at a problematic rate. It's all his fault. If he'd just show up, I wouldn't have to be so worried about...
...
Calm. Down. It was just a little drop...if you don't stop being so nervous you're going to make it much worse. You almost messed up the note, and in the middle of a solo. You need to get it together...
And just as I finish talking to myself, and feel the thudding in my chest begin to subside, my ears twitch. Just as I begin the final act of a sung story about a crimson witch falling in love with a pale-haired man who can see the future, I allow my eyes to take yet another glance at the door in spite of my better judgement.
I see a cane...and I feel my stomach flutter a bit in my chest. In strides his lithe frame, wrapped in that hideous long coat that his mistress imposes on him. Dropping down from beneath his wide brimmed hat are those tell-tale pale gold locks of hair. Flattened beneath the same hat are his pointed ears, showing the same nightly blue-grey tone that reflects on my own. Myron greets him, and he pulls off his hat, turning to the stage to look up at me. His soft, pink iris' peer over the crowd, almost shining in the sea of black that his sclera had changed to.
and I see him smile. And for just a moment, I allow myself a small smile too.
My heart skips a beat...and my body feels like it shudders...
I feel a subtle warmth within my smallclothes...
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Dee Dee and her friends Mee Mee and Lee Lee were at Koosland drinking tea at the Pony Puff Princess Party. It was hot with a drizzle of honey with fresh squeezed lemon juice mixed inside. Koosey was also enjoying it with them at the table.
"Thanks for the tea, Koosey!" Dee Dee told him. "I think I want some more!"
"Me too!" both Mee Mee and Lee Lee added.
"Of course, girls!" Koosey told them. "You can have as much as you like!"
Dee Dee and her friends had a second cup of the tea. Then a third. By the fifth cup, the pitcher was now empty, and Dee Dee and her friends were feeling full.
"Whoa!" Koosey cried out staring at the empty pitcher. "Looks like you girls really loved this stuff! I'll be sure to make some more tomorrow!"
"That's fine!" Lee Lee told him. "We're not thirsty anymore! So we'll just continue playing!"
"Last one out's a dork!" Dee Dee called out to her friends.
The girls laughed as they continued playing outside. They jump roped, played hopscotch, jacks, and with their ponies. They continued playing for an hour until they all felt their bladders swishing.
"Whoa!" Mee Mee cried out. "Looks like that tea Koosey offered us really went down on us!"
"I'll say!" Dee Dee added. "Let's go use the bathroom before we leave!"
So Dee Dee and her friends headed back to the party to see the creature.
'Hey, Koosey!" Dee Dee told him. "You mind giving us a minute? We gotta use the bathroom!"
"Sorry," Koosey shrugged. "There's no bathroom in this place."
"No bathroom?!" Lee Lee cried out. "How can you have a party house with no bathroom?!"
"We're very desperate!" Dee Dee added. "We have to go now!"
"Let's just go behind those bushes!" Mee Mee suggested pointing at the bushes outside.
"Yuck!" Dee Dee and Lee Lee moaned in disgust.
"I don't go potty outside!" Dee Dee said on her own.
"And besides, nature potty breaks are detrimental out here in Koosland," Koosey added. "If anyone went out here, bad things will happen!"
"Can you please take us home then, Koosey?" Dee Dee asked. "We can't hold it long enough!"
"No problem!" Koosey told her.
He opened a portal than seemed to be a dimension back home. "Here you girls go!" he told the girls. "Hope you make it on time."
So Dee Dee, Mee Mee, and Lee Lee went through the portal and found themselves outside of Dee Dee's house. They were still crossing their legs together, grabbing tightly on their crotches.
"We're back home!" Dee Dee said. "Now we can go use the bathroom."
"But how are we going to all go at once?" Mee Mee asked.
"Yeah," Lee Lee added. "We can't all go at once."
"Don't worry," Dee Dee told them. "My house has three bathrooms. So we all can go and each of us will have our privacy."
"Nice!" Mee Mee and Lee Lee said together.
With their hands grabbing onto their crotches, the girls ran inside the house and ran to the bathroom downstairs. The door was locked.
"Hang on!" they heard Dad calling from inside.
Inside, Dad was standing over the toilet urinating while humming. Outside the bathroom door, Dee Dee and her friends groaned.
"So much for our own privacy," Mee Mee grumbled.
"Let's try the bathroom upstairs!" Lee Lee suggested. "We may not have our privacy, but at least we'll be relieved!"
"Great idea!" Dee Dee agreed. "I will take the toilet, Mee Mee will take the sink, and Lee Lee will take the bathtub."
So the girls desperately ran upstairs and went to the bathroom door. But as Dee Dee turned the knob, she found that it was locked too.
"Aw come on!" she groaned.
"I'll be out in a minute!" the girls heard Mom call from inside.
Inside, Mom was sitting on the toilet urinating loudly. "I shouldn't have drank a full liter of that orange juice," she whispered to herself.
"What do we do now, Dee Dee?" Lee Lee asked. "Both your parents are in the bathroom and we have to go really bad!"
That's when Dee Dee had an idea. "I got it!" she said. "Come with me."
So Dee Dee guided her friends to Dexter's bedroom and used the card she had in her pocket to open the locked door. "Are you sure we should be sneaking in your brother's lab, Dee Dee?" Mee Mee asked. "You know he doesn't like when we sneak inside."
"We're just going to ask him if he could make a bathroom for us to use," Dee Dee said as she somehow got through the secret bookcase. "Come on."
So Dee Dee's friends followed her inside and looked around. "DEXTER!" they called out walking through the lab. "DEXTER!"
"Dee Dee, I think I'm going to burst," Lee Lee moaned.
"Let's face it, Dee Dee," Mee Mee added. "We're not going to make it. So let's just let it all out and go change into some dry clothing. Because we're so far away from the bathroom that I can't take another step."
Just then, Dee Dee spotted what looked like three porta potties built with steel. "We're saved, girls!" she told her friends. "We're saved!"
The girls cheered in relief and ran to the tree porta potties. They took one each and locked the doors behind them. One by one, they pulled down their panties and sat on what appeared to be each toilets inside. As they started urinating, they sighed in relief. They couldn't be happier to have made it on time after so much desperation. Their urine each splashed into each toilet bowl loudly, and they were also laughing in relief.
It was now a minute since they started, and they were finally finished. There was no toilet paper, so they each had to shake it dry instead before pulling up their panties and exiting out.
"Now that felt much better," Lee Lee said.
"I'm glad your brother was smart enough to build a couple porta potties in here," Mee Mee added.
"Which reminds me," Dee Dee said. "I have to find Dexter to thank him."
But before the girls could search for the young scientist, they saw that the porta potties were going haywire somehow. It didn't take long to realize that what the girls thought were porta potties was actually an experiment used to deliver electronics and order them. The experiment was surrounded by shocking bolts, and in about fifteen seconds, it exploded tremendously enough to leave a gigantic hole through the roof, revealing the sky outside.
"DEE DEE!" the girls heard Dexter scream angrily.
"Uh-oh," the girls said together. They knew Dexter was not happy with them.
THE END
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I sensed I was being followed before I was consciously aware of it.
Heard the engine probably. His headlights must have been turned off at that stage. I'd have seen that they were keeping pace with me otherwise, and I don't remember that. I don't turn around to look, just walk quicker. More than half a mile from home.
"What are you doing out this late? In this weather?" He sounds angry as he yells from his beat-up car when he pulls alongside me.
"Just heading home. Weather is fine." I don't sound friendly. Random strangers who tail me at night and then yell at me don't get "friendly". But I try not to sound too hostile. Don't provoke anything.
He accelerates down the street and I'm relieved. It was lightly sprinkling an hour earlier and I've put on a bright yellow raincoat just in case. It's not even that cold. And I'm dressed warmly anyway, sweater, jeans, boots.
He's turned the car around to wait for me at the end of the street. Lights off. That's not good. It's a T-intersection and I ignore him and cross the street. Turn right onto the bridge. There is a fence between the sidewalk and the road. It's a low fence but he isn't going to stop his car on the bridge, get out, jump the fence. If he does I'm sprinting. I need to pee. I'm scared, but I have a plan. At the end of the bridge you can walk left onto a bike path instead of continuing down the street. When I get alongside that I'm going to turn and run away down that. He won't be able to follow.
My plan goes poorly. I get 20 yards down the bike path, running, but not all out, when I see headlights behind me and hear an engine revving. Oh, fuck fuck fuck.
I sprint the next 20 yards and all but throw myself around the first possible corner and onto a cul-de-sac. Keep walking, can't keep running. My heart is pounding. I feel like I'm going to wet myself. What the fuck can I do? I'm going to die. I'm going to get abducted, raped, and murdered. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Why did you run?! Why did you run?!" He pulls alongside me again and yells from his car.
"Because I'm terrified you are going to hurt me!" I say it as loud as I can without screaming. Maybe someone is up and will hear me. And save me? Yeah.
Should I scream? Run to a house? A backyard? Will he get scared off or just accelerate a confrontation? What friends live nearby? It's only 11! Why are no one's lights still on?
The block I'm on is small. I'm scared to try to cross the street. He might hit me. I'm not even walking toward my home anymore. I have to get off this block, get some more space. He keeps stalking me, sitting in my blind spot, high beams turned on.
I get to a corner where he won't be able to tell exactly where I am for a moment, large bush. On a whim, I start sprinting again. I run across the street before he can do anything. He doesn't like that.
"Why are you running toward the creek?!"
"I'm scared you are going to kill me! Leave me alone you psycho!" I regret saying that last bit. Why would I antagonize him?
I am walking toward the creek though, really a river, far, far too broad for me to swim. There is a wide bike path alongside it. The same one as before, but further up. I can't run on it again. It's too far to another way off the path. He'll catch me easily and it's too remote for anyone to hear a scuffle. Fuck fuck fuck. I've been isolated. While I kept walking, hoping for better circumstances to escape, he kept driving, steering me beyond help.
It's a cul-de-sac ending in the bike path. I can't turn around. I'd get too close to the car and he could get out and grab me. I think of all the self-defense classes I've never taken. Instep, solar plexus, groin, throat??? Maybe. Use teeth and nails. Fight as if your life depends on it.
When I step onto the bike path he follows in his car. If I start down this path I'll die. I run back down the other side of the cul-de-sac instead. Forcing him to turn around. I think about overturning some trash bins. And don't because I don't want to inconvenience people. Ugh. Running is better anyway.
He doesn't get back beside me as quickly as I'd expected and when I risk a glance back I see he's got caught up on some bollards, those wooden posts that... keep people from driving onto the bike path. Temporarily stuck off-road. He has to reverse to get back on the street. I run again. As hard as I possibly can. Around a corner. He'll be back in a moment.
I duck behind a car parked in front of a tree. I can't run fast or far enough to escape, hiding is all I've got. I regret that I haven't taken off my raincoat. I regret that I didn't think to hide behind a front wall instead. My legs are freezing, I've wet myself at some point. It's in my boots. You are meant to do that anyway right. Be less appealing.
His car flies past me. Missed me? It pulls a violent U-turn 40 yards ahead and comes back my way. Fuck fuck fuck. I don't move. Run when he slows down. I'm not sure I can.
He doesn't slow down. He didn't see me. He thinks I've run the other way and is checking now. Hope surges.
I can't run. I've hurt something in my leg. I walk quickly though. Straight toward a friend's house, because it's closer than mine. I don't knock on her door though. It's late and I haven't seen him for nearly five minutes. Maybe he's given up on me. She has kids, it'd be rude to disturb her.
It's fine. I make it home. Scan the street one last time to make sure he doesn't know where I live.
Change. Tell my husband. He calls the cops. They don't care, it's a she said/he said situation. They don't even file an incident report that night. He pushes them to do one a couple of days later. They still don't contact the guy in the car. I have hurt my leg, and can't put weight on it for days. I have nightmares and am always plotting how to run away when I walk outside. Cars slowing down near me give adrenaline spikes. Strangers saying 'hello' are terrifying.
I haven't been outside at night since.
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This is actually a true story from about a month ago. Except I didn't wet myself. So it's better filed here. That's all I've got. |
Based on real experiences. Attempting to make light of the trauma by putting it on paper. May be depressing and potentially triggering. 95% narration, 5% wetting.
“Anything else you’d like to share with me?”
My teacher asked after I had finished telling him, in a relatively calm voice, about a portion of all the unhappy events from my past. The blazing morning light was streaming in through the office windows; this February had been an unusually warm one.
Not good news for me. My arms were firmly wrapped in long black sleeves, a futile attempt to hide the aftermath of my misdeeds while unwittingly announcing to the world the crime I had committed. Those scars from my paper knife seemed to act on behalf of me. I got my knife taken away for them. The deputy principal saw me for them. They put me under supervision for them.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Not even a hiccup. Deep down I was fully aware that there was a dam ready to burst, that I could keep on pouring out what had happened to me for hours as long as there wasn’t that goddamn math lesson waiting for me a few minutes later. But nothing came out.
I began scanning my soul for the problem like a software scanning itself for bugs. Surely supervision itself couldn’t be the problem, not if it meant nothing more than speaking to your favorite teacher for ten minutes each morning. Math couldn’t be the problem either, despite that I never was good at it, and despite that the subconscious part of me constantly braced myself for someone to yell at me for anything I was not good at.
I myself must be the problem then.
With this thought I glanced down at my left arm. It was clad in a black sleeve, but I felt as if I could see right through it. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my arm.
Like pen on a test paper.
“Anything you have to say for yourself, young lady?”
She stood in front of the classroom and growled at me, a whole ten seconds after flinging the whiteboard marker in her hand across the classroom with an almighty swing, aiming towards me in the corner. That growl, compared to one produced by an adult female, was closer to that of a female lion on the Savannah; I swear it could be heard within miles.
“Sleeping in class - is that how our prodigy uses her magical powers to study instead of listening to the teacher?”
Prodigy. I hated that word. She talked my mother into signing up for her extracurricular English lessons because she convinced her that I was one, before putting me in the worst seat in a class full of teenagers five years older than me. The ways that bunch of fifteen-year-olds welcome an advanced ten-year-old into their class were pretty much something you would expect, from “accidentally” knocking her book onto the ground to rolling their eyes whenever she made an attempt to interact with them.
As for sleeping in class, I was fairly sure that it was something all normal ten-year-olds would be inclined to do if they were kept in a classroom at 10 p.m. Right - that is exactly the time she preferred to drag her evening lessons into, since so much of them had already been spent on yelling and sneering while checking our work, laced with some occasional yanking and kicking the chair. Staring at her distant figure, I tried very hard not to recall the time she pinched my chin with her free hand while holding my notebook with another till I see stars.
“Oh dear,” she sneered as she slowly, very slowly, descended from her sacred place in front of the classroom to where I sat, “that’s right - you have absolutely no respect towards your elders. Do you know,” my notebook was grabbed from my desk without warning, “how we refer to those who have those wacky brains but are disrespectful?”
The room was silent. An answer was not expected from them, and everyone, including her, knew that one was not expected from me either.
“We call them poisonous.” she calmly answered, twisting my notebook in her hand, “and by poisonous I mean that you devastate your parents’ and your whole family’s lives and reputation. If I were your mother, and I’m glad I’m not, I would’ve sent you away before sunrise.”
With that word, she dropped my notebook back onto my desk more forcefully than necessary before striding back to the front of the room. The pages of the notebook billowed slightly at the remainder of that force, fluttering to past assignments where the marks were, as always, low. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my paper.
Like scars on an arm.
I myself must be the problem then.
“Look at your grades.”
The only source of illumination in the classroom was a faulty LED light that made funny noises while edging her dark silhouette with a silver glisten. It was dark outside, and it was late. Very late. I had long lost track of time; the only thing I was sure was that it had been long past 10 p.m. since I was kept behind after she dismissed the rest of the class.
For the first time I wished I were with those teenagers. Or with anyone at all. At any place in this world as long as there was access to a toilet. Having been kept behind meant that I had not been able to take a break for hours, and now my bladder was making itself known, in almost the same way she was venting on me.
“Just look at it - prodigy.”
My face must have been paler than the ring of silver around her, partly from sheer fear, and partly from the effort of holding in the contents of my bladder. I stared into the void, not at her, not at my paper. Obviously a fifth-grader failing a test designed for tenth-graders was a felony to her, I thought.
“I’ve never seen such poor work.” I could swear I heard her teeth grinding as she said that, “And I’ve never seen such a pathetic student as you.”
The silence that punctuated her lines were as dark and suffocating as waters in the Mariana Trench. Then it was broken by thin, neat sounds of paper ripping apart as she tore my test paper into tiny pieces, before reaching back for a plastic ruler conveniently placed behind her at that very moment.
“Give me your hand.” She grinned, the kind of grin serial killers carry around while searching for their next victim.
I did - as if I had other options.
It was the weirdest experience ever. I heard the smack, but I could not feel it. All my senses seemed to have descended into some sort of protective fog I had evolved since meeting her. However, though I could not feel the smack, I felt something else. I felt my crotch growing warm and wet, I felt water streaming down my legs and pooling around my feet, I felt my the pressure n my bladder dropping as it if were a living organism acting on its own will, I felt - I felt my soul withering, along with my ability to shed tears. My bladder was numb like it would be in any fear wetting scenario, but the rest of my body physically hurt.
For a rare moment or two she was silent, probably stunned at this unexpected wetting, at least to her. Clearly my protective fog was not thick enough, for it was torn open by the shrill voice she used to yell at people in class:
“Get lost - out of my sight, you disgusting spoiled brat - Now!”
For the first time I was happy to carry out her order, not grabbing a look at those shredded pieces of my test paper lying across the desk, for I knew all too well what they looked like. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my paper.
Like scars on an arm.
And out of her sight I went. My mother did not manage to pull me out from her extracurricular learning center without a lot of pleading and ranting from her side and much more phone calls than necessary. She could have forgotten about me the instant I stopped paying my tuition, yet she had lived with me for much, much longer than I would have ever wished.
I began waking up at night coated with cold sweat. I began to develop irrational fears towards people similar to her in whatever ways. I began to resent the word prodigy ever since even though I ceased to be one after I finished primary school. My bladder control became worse, much worse, and even to this day I still occasionally spurt into my panties when I get spooked, and may lose control on a larger scale when I cry; when the water runs loose on this end of my body it does the same thing on the other end as well.
The diagnose for depression did not come until much later, and one day, coupled by the stress from the upcoming mock exams and blurred memories unable to recognise, I locked myself into the school toilet and cut myself with my paper knife without bothering to relieve myself first. Blood and urine seeped out at the same time from different openings on my body, dampening my tissues and my panties. Physically I was numb, but mentally the searing pain from that smack of the ruler revisited me after all these years.
Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my arm.
Like pen on a test paper.
“I don’t really have much advice for you, but just remember - you’re not a burden to anyone. There are many things that aren’t your problem.”
Sunlight blazed into the office; my teacher decided to say something to fill in the silence, before asking again, “So......anything else you’d like to share with me?”
Suddenly furious at myself for not realizing that before and still not being able to face it after all these years, I shook my head.
“Alright,” he replied, probably assuming that he already knew enough about my past from my research projects and the dribs and drabs I had managed to tell him.
I enjoyed his company; but that was one of the moments I desperately needed to be alone. Not waiting for the bell, I hurried out of the office without even bothering to say thank you. The warm morning air took me into its arms; yet I bit my lip at its embrace, realizing that my long sleeves have completely blocked off the breeze making its way down the corridor. |
Hello All!
I am back with another wonder fiction from the great @AuthorFaust. My friend @Infecteddeer12 helped fund my degeneracy with another Comm from Faust. Faust, as you may or may not know, is one of the best authors within our community. He writes really good and his commissions are open almost all the time so you should really give him a holler. His DMs are always open on discord and probably here too.
Anyways that's enough shilling for Faust. This fiction is set in the world of Love is War. I hope you all enjoy:
They say love is a battlefield, and whoever confesses first loses...But, today’s battlefield isn’t like our usual instances.
“Shinomiya, has Fujiwara returned with the reports I asked her to get?” a stern, serious voice called, belonging to the student council president. A boy with blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and a steely face enforced by what looked like a mean half-glare.
“I have them right here, President Shirogane,” Shinomiya: a slender girl with black hair tied up with a ribbon, an icy cold, red eyed glare, and an air of elegance about her retorted, holding up a manila folder. “She said she was going to be back in a few minutes, and we can start our discussion.”
“Excellent…” the president stated to his Vice president, closing his eyes and giving a small smile. The two seemed to be the air of professionalism…
“Heyyo, I’m baaaaaaaack!”
“Why did you have to bring me…?”
Which was immediately dashed by the doors flying open to show a buxom, perky girl with pink hair (Dotted with a ribbon), and a sour, gloomy boy with deep blue hair covering one of his eyes (Which were fixated on a gaming console in his hands). A pair of polar opposites, as the president and his VP turned.
“Nice of you to join us, Fujiwara,” Shirogane called. “And you brought Ishigami too.”
“Well yeah! We can’t enjoy this black tea without our whole council.”
“Kill me.”
“Black tea…?” Shinomiya sounded out, as the pink haired girl started setting out a tray she pulled from one of the rooms in the council office.
“Uh huh! My Mom got me this super expensive tea from another country,” the pinkette mused. “It’s supposed to be something that’ll ‘Cleanse the body and mind!’ or some jazz like that!”
“I’m not much for tea…” Shirogane started, as the blue haired boy glanced at the box.
“Yeah, especially when it’s got more caffeine than your coffee,” Ishigami pointed out, likely further knocking the tea..
“WELL I GUESS I CAN GIVE IT A TRY THEN.”
…
There was a mild silence over the room at this, save for Fujiwara, who kept preparing the tea without anyone else’s input. It wasn’t that Shirogane had a caffeine addiction, he was just feeling a touch sluggish after only like, two or three coffees before school, and he had to be alert and ready for action during their meeting, that’s all.
“Well...I’m quite fond of tea...” Shinomiya stated, adopting her usual, elegant stance in her chair. She’d known Fujiwara for years, so exotic teas and such were par for the course for the pinkette.
“Gh...Well, I mean… I guess I can try a cup...” Shirogane suddenly added, averting his gaze from the black haired girl.
Shinomiya gave a small grin, and if one looked very closely, they could see her hand clenching in a fist of victory…..
‘Yes… by making yourself seem eager over something I’m fond of..’ the girl recounted in her head. ‘It’s like you’re submitting to my whims…. Like a subservient husband who says ‘Yes dear’ no matter her requests…. This is a victory for me, Shirogane...’
“I kinda like tea too,” the blue haired boy called, looking up from his console. “You really should try some more kinds, Prez. I’m guessing you haven’t had many flavors if you can just be swayed by the caffeine.”
“Ahhhh, yes. You should show me sometime, Ishigami,” Shirogane quickly piggybacked, and if one looked closely, could see him clenching his fist in victory under the desk.
‘Yes…. Thank you Ishigami! This is like the Aquarium all over again. Except, this time it’s with tea! This way though, I don’t look like i’m just trying to appease Shinomiya by wanting to drink tea after she said she’s fond of it! Now, it’s just like we’re a bunch of dudes being bros and drinking tea together!’
The president and his vice president were…. Strange when it came to these confrontations, but it wasn’t long before the pinkette returned with a piping hot teapot, and several cups.
“Alright! Tea’s on, everyone!” Fujiwara called out, as the group collectively raised their glasses.
…
……
“Oh wow, this is really good.”
“I know, right? My Mom’s the best.”
“I think you steeped the leaves too long in this one..”
“Did NOT.”
“I think it’s lovely, Fujiwara.”
“Oh really? Have another cup then, i insist! No more for you though, unappreciative Ishigami.”
“Whatever…”
“Man, i can really feel my energy soaring..”
The group chatted lightly over the tea, sipping and chuckling away, dashing away any sense of seriousness between them all. Just a bunch of friends, enjoying some tea……
But, as with most battles, there’s got to be…
“Hnngh..”
“Ah..!”
A conflict of interests. As the group were slowly idling with their work (or game, in ishigami’s case), the President and his Vice both suddenly felt the tea’s resonating effects coming into play, full force.
No doubt about it….
“I have to pee..!’
“I need to pee.!”
They both needed a bathroom break.
Shirogane was used to having to endure long stretches of work, with little time to himself. Be it from working his multiple jobs, then coming to school, or enduring hour after hour of studying for his exams, while having to wait until the dead of night to leave his shared bedroom to avoid waking his sister…..
Whereas Shinomiya was from a wealthy family, who wanted for functionally nothing, and weren’t usually troubled by such things as bodily urges. Sure, she used the bathroom when she needed, but she hadn’t been in enough strenuous situations to understand just how overbearing the urge could be. Normally, this would mean she was at a disadvantage, but..
‘Dammit… how many did i even have...’ Shirogane thought. ‘Two...Three..four cups? Add that to my coffees, and…. Damn...’
The president quietly shifted his legs under the table, crossing at the thighs, and trying to suppress his body’s need, without giving away weakness. He could already hear her voice in his head…
‘Oh, You need to pee after only a few cups of tea? My Dear President, I didn’t think you had such a small bladder. You know, that’s really…..Quite Cute.’
No, he couldn’t give in…! Not after that!
‘Nnn… I have to go, but I don’t want to go out alone...’ Shinomiya thought to herself, glancing at the others. True, normally she didn’t bother retaining excessive waters, and would politely excuse herself at any moment….But, given all of the drinks they’d shared, and Ishigami deflecting her victory from before, she could only glance up at Shirogane with a renewed contempt….
Their gazes met, and it was clear…. .. The battle before had been inconclusive, but now? It was a battle of bladders. The first person who excused themselves to the bathroom would show weakness, and as such, be obligated to succumb to the other’s will… Which would undoubtedly end up in them having to confess their love, and lose the war of pride.
“So Fujiwara, I heard you were going on a vacation again?” Shinomiya started, tenting her hands as her legs tensed up. “Some place called… Splash Mountain?”
The sudden, mental imagery of splashing meant water, and though she had steeled herself, she knew making the first strike would throw Shirogane off kilter…. And no doubt push him towards submitting.
“Oh yeah! The rides are like Woosh, and Splash, and Ka-splish, and Ssssshwaaa!” Fujiwara beamed, blissfully unaware to the shaking of the President with each word.
“S..So, what’s that game you’re playing Ishigami?” Shirogane called after re-crossing his legs. “Something about a….water Temple?”
“Hm..? Oh, It’s just a remake of an old Invendo Sixty four game.” the gloomy gamer called, holding up the small console. “This one’s real tricky, cause the water level has to Rise and fall a lot. You gotta make it flood, and make it empty at times too.”
Shinomiya trembled slightly at the words, having not expected to be fired back at so quickly, as a hand rested in her lap… and secretly applied pressure whenever Shirogane wasn’t looking.
It was a slow battle, but one that would have to end soon……
Which is why, by the course of two hours later, the Presidential figures were both writhing in abject agony, having nearly forsaken their own potshots at each other, in the hopes of merely outlasting one another.
‘C..Calm down Shirogane...’ the president told himself. ‘She’s a slender girl… She’s got to give in soon...’
‘Come on…! Just give up..! I know you had three coffees this morning too...’ Shinomiya mentally chided, trembling, shaking, and rocking back and forth in her seat, modesty be damned. She could feel the pressure building in her lower body, but she wouldn’t submit… Not yet… Not before…
“Hm.. Oh, right Prez… How absurd is that thing about the bathrooms?” Ishigami suddenly piped up. “Do you really think,somebody found a...”
“Gah..! bathrooms!!” the pinkette suddenly chimed in, perking up. “Nnngha… Don’t talk about those! I’ve been holding that tea in for like, an hour now! I was trying not to think about it, but you just...”
Shirogane knew he had only a moment to react, so he turned at this, and glanced at Ishigami, then Shinomiya. He squeezed himself under his desk, and began his last barrage of mental warfare, looking to the blue haired boy for support.
“Hey, wasn’t there a joke about girls all going to the bathroom together?” he suddenly called. “Something about… ..Making it in, or something?”
“Uh...I don’t think that’s how the bathroom joke goes..”
“Gh…!!! I can’t take it anymore..!” Fujiwara called, shaking and writhing with her whole body. “Kaguya, pleaaaaaase…! We gotta goooo.”
“Hm? G..Go? N..No, I’m f..f..f..f.fine...r..re..really…!” the black haired girl remarked, a hand trembling. “I..in..in..infact i’m kind of th..thirsty...again...could you...p..p..pour us some..more..tea?”
Shirogane winced at the mere thought of it, but Fujiwara merely let out a soft wail, and grabbed the black haired girl.
“Noooooo..Nonononono..Notea! No tea, only pee!” she bellowed, starting to drag the girl out of the office.
‘No….!’
‘Yes…!’
The two’s positions in war had been reversed…. Though, Shirogane wasn’t sure he could call it a victory, when Fujiwara was involved. Shinomiya didn’t really have a choice in the matter, but either way…
“Prez, you did tell Fujiwara the bathrooms are closed down today, right?” Ishigami stated, sending a chill that had nothing to do with urges down his spine. “And…. Vice prez too...yeah?”
….
“Uhhh..Yeah...Of course i did...” Shirogane called with as cool of a tone as he could manage… having forgotten about the issue completely himself. There was a long pause, before Ishigami stood up, and went to the door himself.
“I feel like i’m gonna piss my pants, so I’m going home.”
“Uh...Okay... ” Shirogane called, breathing an internal sigh of relief. ”But uh, Don’t piss yourself.” Followed by an incessant pang of his bladder.
Meanwhile, the two girls scurried through the hallways, Fujiwara leading with a fevered rush, towards an attempt at proper relief…..
During which, Shinomiya finally gave into her feminine instincts, and squeezed herself tightly without care of who could see.
‘It’s okay… It’s just a bathroom break…’ she thought to herself. ‘And.. And I didn’t even go out on my own! I can just play it off like Fujiwara needed me to go…. Yeah.. This isn’t my loss, This is the break I needed…’
She thought that for a solid ten minutes. She didn’t seem to realize why it was taking so long for Fujiwara to lead her to her destination, until her mind tabbed back in, with her body blaring warning signs of her dismay.
“Aghhhhh..!! Why is THIS bathroom closed too?! It’s like the school’s water system was shut down after hours or something!”
….
Suddenly, Shinomiya felt the weight of Splash Mountain, Fujiwara’s vacation destination all start to crash down on her body at once, and her mind wandered to various, water themed rides…
A large pool slide…. A Water Log Ride. A large inflatable crashing down the riverside…. A big, open pool, full of warm, bubbly water…
“Screw it, I'm going here! Cover me, Kaguya!”
Sssssshh..sshhhhhhhhhs…..sssssssh
The sounds were lovely, as were the other sensations.…. Shinomiya could almost hear the laughter of children, and the rush of water already, as a warmth spread across her body, from head to toe, from a flush in her cheeks, to a stirring at her skirt, and little rivers running down her inner thighs..
It was relaxing...It was liberating...It was oh so pleasant, and brought a wide smile to her face, as she happily sighed.…
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
“Ahhhh..!!! Kaguya!!! Did you just…?”
[Results for Today’s battle: Kaguya loses]
Meanwhile, back at the office, Shirogane had stood up from his desk finally, and staggered to the door.
“I can’t… let them see me like this...” he thought out loud, grunting as he squeezed his dick with his hands, and hobbled down the hallway, glancing about for pink, or black hair. He was the top student, he was the student council president, and he was a self-made man.. A commoner, in the school of the elite, the wealthy, and the similarly talented….
So, every step he took was with pride, with dignity, with grace…
“Ghh...Aghh..!”
And with every step, a sputter of aggressively restrained liquid shame, as it slowly started pooling in his uniform. He passed by the many bathrooms in the school, knowing each and every one was locked due to the repairs on the sewage system it all trailed to. Each one, a denied salvation…
Each floor, he lost more ground on the battlefield of dignity…. And as he got to the outdoors, where he could see his bike, he felt a rush of hope.
He could get on his bike, pedal to the nearest convenience store, and barge into the bathroom there! Sure, he might have to buy something afterwards, but he had just enough money in his excess expenditures fund to cover an emergency such as this.
Yes, the warmth of hope rushed through him…
Sssshh..ssssssshhhhh
“Gah...ahhhhhhhhhh…”
As his body finally succumbed to the excessive amount of caffeine and liquid in his body, forcing it out sputtering spray, by gushing spray. By the time he finally acknowledged he had lost his battle, his pants were already soaked from crotch to ankle, and his legs felt like wobbling jelly, on a hot summer’s day.
“Ahh...ahhhhhhh… haaaaaah…”
He couldn’t fight it anymore. The tea had taken its course through his body, and finally made its way through his exit. His shoulders slumped, his eyes fluttered closed, and against his will…
Shirogane had relaxed, and finally let his liquid tensions go.
[Results for today’s battle: Shirogane Loses too] |
The Tales from OmoOrg Academy series will be a series of short stories following the lives and omo encounters of many different female students across the campus of a place nicknamed the "OmoOrg Academy", This is my first time doing something like this, so criticism is welcome!
I Became a Slave to my Highschool Sweetheart!
Chapter 1
Her black shoes quickly clicked against the floor as she rushed to the bathroom. Due to an unfortunate set of circumstances, she hadn’t gone since before dinner last night, and she was unfortunate enough to be forced to hold the quickly growing ache in her lower abdomen all day. It seemed like lady luck finally glanced in her direction when the teacher had let her out of class. Another minute, and disaster would’ve surely struck. Her whole body shook violently as she pressed her hands as hard as her arms would allow it into her uniform's skirt, expecting some sense of security for doing so. However, her attempts to help herself, or any sense of security she wanted would have to be put on hold, as the man she admired most in the school, had just rounded the corner.
You see, Shuuko Yamase was one of the most popular girls in the school, and there was no questioning why. Her thick, orange ankle length hair, curvy gymnast’s body, and an enjoyable personality brought all sorts of people to her, and quite the same could be said about the man across the hall, Tani Kukuru. Shuuko had always had her eye on Tani since they had first met many years back, she kind of hovered around him whenever they were around each other, but this time she had to keep her distance. If she didn’t make it to the toilet right now, an accident would be inevitable. However, one thing that nobody knew about Tani, was that secretly, he really had a thing for girls desperate for the bathroom! He had just caught a glimpse of a girl, no, Shuuko Yamase!... acting desperately for the bathroom. Knowing their history, Shuuko would see his following move as just some of his own brand of flirting.
Tani made an intimidating beeline across the hall right for Shuuko, and slammed both of his hands against the wall behind her, forcing her to face him. Upon their eyes meeting, her lips quivered, and her eyes trembled. She let out a soft whimper. “K-Kukuru-kun…” she started, hoping for mercy.
“Yama-chan~..” he beckoned in a flirtatious manner. “What brings you out here where I may be waiting to meet you?”
“Kukuru-kun… please…” she paused for a second, tensing up her muscles and whimpering audibly. “Let me leave… please…?”
“Why? I’m just showing a little affection, is there somewhere you need to be?” Tani interrogated, he drove his hands closer to her , and closed the space between her.
Shuuko sputtered and stumbled on her words, before moving her hands back into her skirt. Her face turned red, and her eyes began to well up with tears. Her legs began to tremble as she lost all of her strength.
“Is there something important, Yama-chan?” he asked, as she slid down the wall and onto the floor.
The hallway was blessed with a moment of silence before the squeak of Tani’s sneakers backing away from Shuuko echoed through the corridor. Tani looked down to see a large dark patch growing on Shuuko’s skirt. Shuuko quickly got up, looking like she was trying not to cry. She had just wet herself in front of her crush, a loudmouth with a huge friend circle. If anyone heard about this, her life would be ruined.
Tani was fully enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him, but he had to make it seem otherwise. He cupped his hands around his face. “Oh my god. Oooh my god.” He feigned a panicked voice.
Shuuko promptly got up, and snatched Tani by the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down a branching hallway, and into a maintenance closet. She gently closed the door. It made no noise. There was a dim light in the form of a dying lightbulb hanging haphazardly from the ceiling. From what Tani could make out, Shuuko, who already looked adorable enough to cuddle, looked much cuter with a large dark spot down the front of her skirt. Her sheer black tights now had a sort of shine to them, and her cute black shoes now squelched when she took a step, she had only wet seconds ago, so some pee was still dripping from her skirt, and running down her legs, making a small puddle where she stood. She remained silent for a second, her head faced down in shame, before looking up at Tani once again, tears rolling off her cheeks, and a red tint across her face. “Ku..kuru... kun…” she sniffled. “Please don't tell anybody! I’ll do anything!” she pleaded.
Tani was taken aback, she probably didn't mean anything, did she? “Anything?” he confusedly asked.
Shuuko meant it. She fell forwards onto his chest, not breaking eye contact, and held onto his shoulders. “Anything you want! Anything at all!” she begged.
“I… lets just… hold on..” Tani mumbled.
Shuko had known, and seriously crushed on Tani for for almost 10 years. She knew him as a reasonable and generous person. Any time someone was in a situation, he would defend their honor no matter how little he knew about them. She felt some ease inside, thinking Tani would let her off the hook, and perhaps help her out. Tani was already weighing his options. Oh, the things he could make her do! “I’ll.. keep that in mind, Yamase-san.” he said.
Shuuko felt some sense of relief in the confused way he said it. From how she heard it, it sounded like more of a “this is too weird, I’m gonna repress this, Yamase-san.” She got off of his chest, and promptly slid her hands under her uniform's skirt, and into her crotch. She began to press her knees together, and stopping over and over again, occasionally lifting her leg and putting it back down. Tani sat on a damaged chair with no back. “Do you still have to pee?” He asked.
“I managed to stop myself- ggh... pretty early…”
“That doesn't answer my question.”
Shuuko suddenly squatted, and quickly got back up again. “Nngh-! Y-yes, and still very badly…”
Change of plans. The bunny suit would have to be put on hold. Tani leaned in, and got up. “Good, don’t use the bathroom yet, we will meet after school and I expect you to have not used it yet.”
Shuuko’s face turned a bright red. “W-wh-what?! There’s- ngh!- still an hour and a half left of school!”
“You said you’ll do anything I want.” He started, leaning in very close to her face. “I will make you do... everything. I. want.”
Shuukos face turned an even brighter red! Who is this person? Is this the man she had been crushing on since elementary school? Did she really just give herself away to him? Is he serious? Tani leaned in, and gave her a slow kiss on the lips. And she instantly felt a tiny bit better. Yes, perhaps she was going to become a slave to Tani, but maybe it would be somewhat… maybe a little worth it, if those were the kind of kisses that he gave. “See me in the parking lot after school. No excuses. And you better be at least as desperate to pee as you are now.”
“Y-Yes Tani-Kun…” She mumbled, nodding slightly.
Even so… Only Tani knew just how hard life would become for Shuuko. And that made her feel terrified to the bone. Tani got up, and opened the door to leave. “And Shuuko.” he said, turning around to face her. “You will do what I say. Saving yourself from utter embarrassment relies on it.”
Shuuko blushed, and nodded nervously. Still doing her little pee dance, which was the last thing Tani saw as he shut the door. |
To Torture A Teacher
Chapter 2
Ten minutes ‘till lunch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. 11:00 AM. Ten minutes. 11:01 AM. Nine minutes until lunch. Would she make it? She was sitting quietly at her desk facing the whole class. One hand was signing some dumb papers, the other was pressing her pencil skirt as far as the stiff, tight, strong fabric would allow. Her tight black vest and white buttoned up shirt pressed uncomfortably into her bladder when she sat. Her eyes were tearing up dreadfully, agony pulsed through her body. Nine minutes, and she could get a generous thirty minutes to shuffle to the toilet and relieve herself. Her legs in transparent black tights were pressed so firmly together it hurt, the toes of her high heels overlapped each other, and her one free gloved hand could not keep a proper grip on the pen she was holding from how much it was shaking. She slid another paper off the pile. And lifted her right hand off her skirt very slowly so she could check her watch. 11:01 AM. time just would not pass. More tears pooled up in her eyes, but they would not roll down her cheek. She clenched her teeth together, and signed another paper. Slowly slid it aside. Oh my god. It hurt so damn much.
“Kozonuri!” Shouted a neighboring teacher from the break room door. Hanging out the door sill by one arm was a tall, skinny-ish goth girl who looked a tad too youthful to be a teacher. Yep, it was Amanda. Amanda was the American teacher they transferred in to teach the school’s shop class. Though she mostly just serves as perverted eye candy to all of her students. She always wore a black lacy corset, leather butt high high heel boots, a torn up red plaid skirt, shoulder length leather gloves, and a full body fishnet and denier suit underneath it, finished off with a garter harness that looked too suspiciously tight to not be something off of some bondage gear. Surprisingly, the school had never done anything about it because idk fictional omo fetish school who cares whats the point
“Could you watch my class for a few minutes? I need to grab some materials from the closet.” She asked, swinging haphazardly from the door sill like a kid hopped up on caffeine.
Why? Why now? Of all times, it just had to be now. Now she had to stand up in front of the much larger classroom full of many more students for god knows how long. Yet, she nonchalantly wiped her tears from her eyes, and adjusted her square frame glasses, “S-sure. Be very quick please, I need to escort m-my students to the lunch room very soon.”
A perfect excuse! She slowly rose from her desk and held a clipboard in front of her skirt with one hand, she checked the time with her other. 11:04 AM. Christ. She slowly walked to the neighboring class through the breakroom, trying her best to look like she wasn't on the very verge of wetting herself. In that time, she glanced to her left, and felt a huge wave upon sight of the holy grail, the door to the break room toilet! Her legs slammed together, and her jaw clenched tightly, but she had already walked to where she needed to be. Amanda looked back at Kozonuri, and smiled. “I’ll only be a minute!” she said, before breaking into a full primal sprint out of the door to her classroom.
Her loud high heel tapping gradually got quieter before the door fully closed and silenced it altogether. Immediately, the previously somewhat loud workshop class erupted into social anarchy. Students wandered freely and played on their phones, a perfect opportunity to escape! Besides, Amanda would clearly take more than a minute. Kozonuri checked her watch. 11:07 AM. This was torture. She slowly turned around and shuffled into the break room, her clipboard still hiding the front of her skirt. Eventually, Kozonuri stood in front of the door to the restroom. Finally. She slowly raised her hand off of her skirt, careful not to make any sudden movements. As moving too fast would mean a very embarrassing ending to her outfit…
A hand dropped onto her shoulder. “Kozonuri. I asked you to watch the classroom.”
“H-how are you back already?!”
“I ran. How else? Whatever. I asked you the classroom, and I come back to see everyone roaming freely.”
“P-please… i just needed to-”
“Kozonuri, it was only a few minutes. I don’t care what you want or need to do. It was, three minutes.”
Kozonuri couldn’t even pay attention to what was being said to her. The pain of her stretching, overly strained bladder pulsed through her body. It throbbed at the slightest movements, and she couldn't speak, as she would choke up if she tried to get more than a few words out. And then, the lunch bell rang. Amanda smiled, and stretched, before walking nonchalantly into the restroom, Locking the door behind her. “I could go for a toilet break.” she mentioned as the door shut. Kozonuri’s mouth hung open. Tears began to well up in her eyes again. A large thermos of coffee was pushing her beyond her physical, and mental limits. And now here she was, not able to go into the only bathroom nearby. Thank goodness nobody was watching her now. She dropped the clipboard she was holding, and immediately tried to dig her hands into the stiff fabric of her skirt. She swung her hips violently to either side, and repeatedly crouched, then jumped back up. Her teeth were visibly clenching, and her breathing became audible, heavy, and clearly disoriented. Her bladder was the only thing her mind could think about. Her mind was no longer capable of formulating words. The only thing that mattered was her bladder.
On the other side of the door, Amanda had long finished her toilet break, and was fixing up her eyelashes and eyeliner. She had to look presentable! In her own, unique way.
To put it simply, kozonuri was suffering, she was sobbing profusely, and squirming and dancing like she had to hold it for her dear life. She had somehow managed to defy her skirt’s stiff nature to cross her legs, no, double cross them. She was balancing to stay stood, and her bladder itself was starting to feel it’s grip slipping. This was it. This was the end. A Friday before a three day weekend, and she has to leave work in a drenched outfit. This was it…
The bathroom door opened. And the shadow of Amanda cast from the brightly lit doorway to the dark break room. Kozonuri’s head shot up from the ground and locked eyes with Amanda. Kozonuri’s face had some indescribable look to it. But it looked like a mix of 500% desire, fear, and pouting all mixed in a pot of boiling water. Whatever contortion her face was making, was a look of pure desperation. Amanda looked down at the hunched over, normally emotionless teacher. That is not the face Amanda knew. The pathetic look on her face was accompanied by high pitched whimpers, not normally associated with her sharp, catty voice.her glasses were crooked, tears pooling up in her eyes, obscuring her vision like wobbly cataracts. Her perfect, white teeth were clenched like she was trying to bite the air. And her neat, straight, flat cut shoulder length hair and bangs looked… a tad messy from her stance. Kozonuri immediately stumbled frantically into the bathroom, not caring if Amanda was watching in the doorway. Her bladder burst as she turned around, leaving a noticeable dark spot on the front of her dark gray skirt. Her panties and tights saw worse, though, as the tights became soaked, and her panties drenched from her pulling them down, she slammed her butt on the toilet, her toned, curved thighs lost their perfect shape and melted onto the toilet seat. As did she. Sweet release.
Throughout all of this, Amanda slammed the heavy iron door shut, and stood with her back against it, red-faced. Her lips pursed and wobbling, Her eyes wide open her leather-gloved hands feeling and running gently around the bottom of her unnecessarily worn-too-high-above-her-waist skirt.
That… that was a terribly arousing moment!
Amanda waited another five minutes standing awkwardly in the corner of the break room trying to distract her from this swirl of emotions with a turkey sandwich and a protein shake, before Kozonuri emerged from the restroom, and dashed to her room to retrieve her briefcase. The sound of the metal door authoritatively slamming shut could be heard. And then, nothing. Amanda slid down the wall, blankly staring at the fluorescent lights at the ceiling. She shakily brought the sandwich to her mouth to take another bite. What was that? And why did her raw, uncomposed, unhidden desperation look so… cute? Amanda let go of her skirt, and it slid down her folded up legs, exposing her floral lace black panties to the world, she didn't notice, or care. In fact, she took her free leather gloved hand and slowly reached for them. She didn’t even know she was doing it.
Kozonuri’s classroom door opened and shut again, prompting Amanda to shoot up and scramble to get in a seat at the break room table, as if she was not seconds away from doing what we all knew she would do. Kozonuri shyly walked in, one hand holding a tray of food, the other holding her briefcase in front of her skirt. She set down the tray, and looked aside, a bit red in the cheeks. She used her hand with the non-drenched glove to shovel hot brown and cold green into her mouth with the plastic spoon that came with her meal. Amanda nervously twiddled her fingers while sat in the seat across from Kozonuri. “L-look…” Kozonuri nervously began, “I didn’t mean to leave the kids behind for long, I.. just.. Y-y'know…”
Kozonuri fell silent for a second, making sure her briefcase still hid the large dark spot on her oppressive, socially sterile pencil skirt. She clears her throat, also realizing she needed to stop using so much slang, as it may loosen her uptight outward appearance. “I apologise for leaving the students unattended… but, I-...” She didn't know how to explain the situation in a way that would make her seem selfish. “I had not used the bathroom since last night, and m-my bladder was exceedingly full… I-I was going to have an accident had I not used it very soon…” She went quiet, but soon mumbled out an almost inaudible “It was an emergency.”
Amanda could feel Kozonuri struggling to put the pieces of her shattered ego back together, and, while it was certainly an enjoyable experience, Amanda knew Kozonuri wouldn't let this leave her head anytime soon. “Hey, don’t worry, it happens to all of us. And, I’m sorry I didn't let you go first, you didn't look like you had to pee.”
“I couldn’t lose my composure…” Kozonuri explained
“I understand, and situations like that can happen… pretty often. Heh, Hell, turns out that I had an undiagnosed incontinence problem all up until sophomore year, I was kind of the ‘kid who wet herself’ every year up until I moved to a different part of the country. Thats when we hit up a doctor, and got the news broken to us, I've been wearing a urethral plug since..”
Amanda sat for a second, and quickly looked away, her face red. ‘Too much information!’ she screamed internally.
Kozonuri nodded. “I-I’m sorry to hear that that had to happen…”
“N-No no no! It’s fine! It works perfectly, and I haven't had a problem since! I was just saying, we’ve all had an embarrassing bathroom moment in our lives!”
“I guess… I- ehrm… I didn’t- I- uhm…” Kozonuri cleared her throat. “I didn’t get away from that incident completely without consequences.”
Amanda perked up, she wasn't paying attention as much when Kozonuri sat down or walked back in, but it had to have been a close call! “How so?” She asked.
Crap! Kozonuri had backed herself into a corner… It would be very rude not to answer… “W-well.. I may have wet myself a little when I was running in..”
“I can’t relate, but, sounds like it sucks.”
“It was quite embarrassing… I felt like I had lost my composure shoving past you like that.”
“It did feel a bit weird, you didn’t seem like yourself.”
“Mmh… I guess I should've waited, sorry.”
The room fell silent for a while, before Amanda stood up from the table, and took all of her empty food containers with her. “The students will be back in a second, see ya monday! Unless- wait, yeah. Do you wanna do something sometime?”
Amanda opens up her phone, and tries multiple times to open up the contact app, her phone not recognizing her leather-gloved hands, before finally succeeding. She handed the phone to Kozonuri, who also tried for some time to get her Full name, number, and email in, her satin-gloved hands were no different. She handed the phone back to Amanda, who held it up, and snapped a picture of an embarrassed Kozonuri’s face, and promptly sprinted out of the break room, and out her front door to the lunch room.
Kozonuri sighed, and got up, not carrying her briefcase in front of her skirt, no need to hide the wet spot from nobody. As soon as she got up, her bladder decided that she had, in fact, not completely relieved herself on the toilet, and let out some more. The wet spot on the front of her skirt grew significantly, and a very visible stream of shininess ran down the denier 40s she was wearing. Most of it pooling up in her shoes. The life faded from her eyes, and she dropped her briefcase. ‘Kill me now.’ She thought. |
Warning!
This story contains female messing. If that is not your cup of tea, please be warned.
Foreword
I came across this collection of stories on a Swedish site called sexiganoveller (Eng. Sexy short stories). The site seems a bit defunked, but some of the stores were really good. I really liked this one in particular and thought everyone should be able to enjoy it, so I decided to translate it into English. Some parts have minor changes to work a bit better with English. I also changed the names of the characters, from Elisabet to Beth and Emilia to Emily. It seemed more appropriate. The original author of this story and the follow-ups is PantypoopSverige. This took a long time to translate but I will try to get the other parts translated as soon as possible. Please enjoy.
PS. This is the first story I post here, so I hope I'm doing this right. I didn't find a forum for messing in particular, but I've seen others post messing stories here, so I thought it would be fine. Otherwise could a mod please move it to a better spot? Thank you in advance.
Beth messes herself on purpose: Part 1
Beth is on her way home from the commuter's train. It's 11 p.m. and it's a dark but hot summers night. While walking she's thinking about stuff in general, but what's really on her mind is her rumbling belly. Beth suddenly stops and releases a small fart. It feels nice.
A little bit further down the road, a girl walks off the bus. This girl seems to be close to her own age. Beth keeps walking, and the other girl is walking about 10 meters (33 ft) in front of her.
The girl is wearing skin tight white jeans, "..and has a really good looking butt!" ..Beth thinks while another small fart escapes her.
Suddenly the girl stops, and a faint sound is coming from her. Beth can't distinguish what it is, but thinks it would have been fun if she were farting too. The girl stops again, and this time Beth can definitely hear the sound of a fart. Quite a wet fart at that.
This piqued Beth's interest. "So..she's not the only one breaking wind in the night air" she thought. Imagine if she were to let a big one rip so the other girl would hear her. She speeds up a bit to shorten the distance between her and the girl.
Beth stops for a second and pushes. "PFRRRT!"
They are now walking on Main Street. Some people walk by on the other side of the street. The girl in front of her stops again and farts loudly, then keeps walking.
Beth stares as the girl's butt where a small dark spot is now visible. That surely wasn't there before. Beth is starting to get a bit excited.
Did the girl really just poop her pants..
Were the farts really as wet as they sounded?
The girl stops again. Beth can't hear anything this time, but she's sure she saw the dark pot on the back of the pants grow even larger. She can almost distinguish that it has a shade of brown. Beth's breathing is getting faster. The girl in front of her really just pooped her pants, full force.
Beth can feel her own belly bubbling. Another fart is on its way. Beth pushes a bit without stopping this time. It's a silent one, slowly seeping out with a hiss. She pushes harder and releases a thunderstorm: "PFRRRRRRTCHRT". It's little wet towards the end which surprises Beth and cause her heart to skip a beat. She's 19 years old which isn't exactly poop accident-age. The girl in front of her makes a turn onto a parallel street, and Beth decides to follow her. She's not in a hurry to get home anyway.
The girl looks around, stops and put her hands on her hips. Beth who's hiding behind a dumpster can clearly hear a wet fart echoing between the buildings. The spot on the girl's jeans is once again growing. It's now as big as a saucer (Not the flying kind). The girl suddenly turns around and walks back towards Beth.
Beth doesn't have time to react before the girl says -"Hey. Do you live in this town?".
-"Uhm..yeah." Beth answers shyly.
-"That's good! I'm on my way to Harbor Street. but I don't know the -schprrt- way"
The girl actually crapped herself while talking with Beth.
-"I can show you the way. It's close by" said Beth. -"But I have to ask you something..did you have an accident?"
The girl's face turned red.
-"Yeah I have a bit of a tummy ache, and when I tried to fart, I accidentally pushed too hard"
-"Why didn't you stop then" Beth asked.
-"Well..I thought that since I had already had a small accident, there were no point making myself suffer for no reason. I might as well just go when I had to"
-"I see.." Beth said quietly.
They keep walking towards Harbor Street. It's only about 100 meters away (328 ft).
Beth walks quietly while the girl talks.
-"Of course it's a bit embarrassing having an accident in your pants, but if you think about it, who cares really? No one is getting hurt by it. It's like..it's my choice you know, if I can't be bothered to try and keep it in"
They have arrived at their destination.
-"Thank you so much for the help! I hope you have a pleasant evening!" the girl says.
-"Back at you, and it was my pleasure" Beth says.
-"Hey by the way.." the girl adds. -"You don't have to suffer if you don't want to! I did hear your wet farts too you know." the girls said and winked at Beth.
Before Beth had the chance to say anything, the girl had disappeared into an apartment building.
While Beth is heading home, she thinks about what the girl just said to her. She was right. You don't really have to force yourself if you don't want to. It's not like it's a catastrophe if you just go in your panties.
Beth realize she's forcing her butt cheeks together right now. She's walking stiff tensioning her whole body..why? What would happen if she just relaxed completely?
Considering her earlier farts, she wold probably poop her pants, but whatever. She tried to relax, but her body wouldn't give in to it. She tries to fart again, but nothing happens. She push even harder, and it feels like something is happening, but just as she can feel something coming, her muscles instinctively shut off the action. She shrugs it off and keep walking.
Her belly is bubbling again, and she can feel how she wants to fart. She stops and relaxes completely. It's another wet and silent one, and it smells really bad.
Fuck she's restraining herself again, why? But if she relax, she will definitely shit herself, and it could be quite loose. What does it matter though? It's just poop. She's home in about 10 minutes anyway, and she's not even sure if she will be able to hold it until then if she tried. She relax.
She can feel her bowels start to move now, and her butthole feels warm. She's actively fighting all reflexes telling her body to hold it. It gets even warmer and then she can feel a wet feeling. She has definitely pooped herself a little bit now. It feels wet and sticky between her butt cheeks, just by her anus. Her belly is bubbling again, and a massive fart is on its way.
Beth looks around. The street is empty.
She's telling herself: -"If I fart now, that's it. I will shit myself".
She lets the fart out, but it is not a fart.
Her anus gets really warm, but this time the warmth spreads outwards between the cheeks, upwards in her crack, and downwards, enveloping her pussy. She can feel her tight jeans expanding a bit. She starts walking again with tentative steps. She can feel how sticky it is when she walks, and it's turning her on. She wants to hurry home to inspect the damage.
When she steps inside her apartment she can relax fully. She takes off her shoes and walks straight to the bathroom. She removes her belt and pulls off her jeans. She uses her makeup mirror to inspect her backside.
Her pink panties has a large brown area in the back. Some of the shit leaked out and has started running down her right leg. Beth braces herself and push as hard as she can. She can feel her panties expand even more when loose is flowing out of her. Apparently she has diarrhea.
She steps into her tub and carefully removes her panties. She puts them in a plastic bag together with her jeans. She then pulls out her phone and takes a picture of her lower section.
When she's done she puts on new panties, sweatpants and a big soft hoodie. She doesn't bother with a bra.
The laundry room is fully booked for the rest of the week, so she decides to sacrifice the clothes she just soiled. She takes the plastic bag with her to throw it in the garbage. On her way back up the stairs she needs to fart again. She stops to think about it. The risk of crapping herself again is substantial. Something inside of her is telling her to go for it though. She relaxes and starts up the stairs again. Just as she enters her apartment again, she can feel her panties fill up again.
Instead of washing up directly, she starts ironing some of her clean laundry instead. During her ironing which takes about 20 minutes, she's continually letting small spurts of diarrhea into her underwear and sweatpants.
Her cell starts blinking. It's a message from her uni-friend Emily.
Beth's heart almost stops when she reads the message.
-"I think I saw you by your gate earlier. It looked like you had crapped your pants..haha!😆"
Beth realizes that she might as well be honest with Emily, since this "not caring"-mentality wouldn't work if she cared what other people thought.
She responds to Emily:
-"I'm very gassy today, it just came out. I couldn't be bothered to hold it😬"
Beth is a bit nervous for how Emily will react, but she suspect Emily wouldn't tell anyone else. She feels her backside. It's a bit wet, and it feels sticky between her ass cheeks.
Her cell vibrates again.
-"HAHA! Serious? Are you feeling OK?😮"
-"No worries, it's my panties you should be worrying about lol 💩"
-"maybe you need a diaper? 😏See you tomorrow if you're not pooping water.. G'nite😘"
-"G'nite ♥️"
Beth realizes it's 1 a.m., she throws the panties in the garbage, wash off her ass and goes to bed. As soon as she's under the covers, she starts masturbating. She's so wet, but she doesn't really know why. The feeling of doings something so taboo makes her whole body tremble. Maybe her brain misinterpret it as being horny. She doesn't care. She moans quietly and arrives after only a minute.
She falls asleep with her hand on her naked crotch and sleeps like a baby.
To be continued. |
Author's note: A while back, I promised a Tales of Symphonia story featuring Sheena Fujibayashi, and I did work on it. However, I only finished one scene, and sat on the unfinished document in the hopes that I would one day find the motivation to complete it. With the time that has passed, and the more pressing work still to do, I've come to the conclusion that that day would never come. The one scene that was finished had some substance to it, so rather than just letting it languish, I'll share what was done.
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The Ymir Forest, located in a swamp outside the village of Heimdall in Tethe'alla, where rivers flowed, carnivorous fish swam, and fruits bloomed high on the trees. It was the search for one of those very fruits that currently guided the quest of a small motley crew, made up of several humans, two half-elves, two Chosen, all mixed up in a crazy journey involving two parallel worlds and an uprising against the angels of Cruxis.
And this convoluted journey to pluck a giant fruit from the highest branches was taking its toll on the enthusiasm of the party. "Man, this is taking forever," whined default team leader, Lloyd Irving. "I'm getting really tired of this!"
"You'd get bored with the meaning of life if it took more than five minutes, Lloyd," his friend Genis Sage criticized.
"Yeah, but it really is taking forever," Tethe'alla's Chosen, Zelos Wilder, seconded. A sigh of exasperation cast over the team as they truly looked at how far they were from solving the puzzles of these woods. Awakening flowers, climbing trees, guiding fish from their fate in the food chain, it was a lot to handle, and it was truly turning into an all-day affair.
Yet, despite being the one who brought the mood down, Zelos was the first to perk back up. "This would be positively unbearable if it weren't for the company of these beautiful hunnies," he gushed, reaching an arm out to sling around the shoulder of his most frequent flirt, the Mizuho ninja and summoner, Sheena Fujibayashi. After all, she was the woman he was most familiar with, both being natives of Tethe'alla, and she easily had the most going for her on a physical level.
It was because of this familiarity that Sheena knew to duck low and avoid to the unwanted contact, putting her acrobatic training to use with the smooth motion, and her assassin's instincts led to a follow-up of a sharp elbow to the Chosen's ribs. "Never miss a chance to be a disgusting pervert, do you?"
"And you never miss a chance to be a hysterical banshee," Zelos choked, clutching his side, practically asking for the second strike right next to the kidney that he soon received as Sheena rose back and moved on with an indignant "hmph".
"Come on, don't fight now," Sylvarant's naive Chosen, Colette Brunel, pleaded.
"It is fruitless to attempt to convince Zelos to abandon his immoral ways," Presea Combatir suggested, with that emotionless cadence she was so known for.
Regal Bryant would physically separate Sheena and Zelos to stop the fight, if his hands weren't bound. "It would be easier to overturn the heavens than to make those two see eye-to-eye," he observed, lamenting. The little scuffle wasn't enough to stop their trek, and the walk continued as normal.
However, amidst all the arguing, one person remained quiet: Professor Raine Sage, hanging at the back and moving slow. While she wouldn't have participated in the squabble, it wasn't like the teacher to give no reprimands for such immature behavior. Actually, Sheena realized, Raine had been unnaturally quiet for a good while. It was almost like Raine had lost her voice, just as Colette previously had. And that wasn't all, she was moving stiffly, tense, like all of her joints were only acting at half strength.
There was some little inkling of a hint as to the cause resting in the back of Sheena's mind, but regardless, she cut her stride and let everyone but the professor pass her by. "Hey, Raine. What's eating you? Some lingering remnants of that Ozette Cold?"
Clearly, Raine wasn't expecting to be approached, as her reaction to being spoken to was a quiet yelp and a hop off the ground as her hair stood on end. It was only when she landed back on her feet and looked at who addressed her that she calmed down, with a deep breath and a hand on her chest. "Sheena, don't startle me like that."
"Just making conversation. You're the one getting freaked out at hearing something normal. Seriously, is something up?"
Raine took a big sigh and looked forward, to the rest of their team. Finding everyone else in the middle of some other talk, or too far away to realistically hear, she tilted her upper body to place her head closer to the ninja, and whispered, "actually, I really need to...relieve myself, you understand."
Sheena understood all too well. On a worlds-spanning adventure like this one, it was always pretty weird to ask to stop so one could use the bathroom, like it was such a stupid reason to halt their important task. And here in Tethe'alla, it was ten times worse to take a pit stop, purely because of the presence of Zelos. Maybe it was just paranoia, but every time Sheena pulled her black leggings down to pee, she could swear she saw a flash of pink and red hiding off in the distance. As a result, she usually took the job of watch whenever the girls needed some privacy.
This altruism had its drawbacks, of course. If Sheena had to be the guard, that meant less chances for her to do her business. Zelos was crafty when it came to peeping, she couldn't trust anyone else to cover her enough to be comfortable, which meant opportunities to drop her pants were rare. Usually, she simply held it until midnight fell, or there was some other pretense for them to separate, not a scenario she could count on often. To say this pushed her bladder often would be an understatement.
Actually, she realized, the sensation she had grown more accustomed to than not in recent days was rippling strong beneath her stomach as a slight bulge poked out. "Damn, me too." Sheena's legs came together and crossed in a dainty way as she hopped on her heels.
"You as well? Then I suppose we'll have to ask Presea to keep Zelos in line for us both."
Not that Presea was incapable of keeping one pervert off their tails, but Sheena still hesitated. "N-no, I'll be fine, I can wait a while longer. Come on, I'll cover you if you really need it."
"Well...I appreciate the thought, but I fail to see how you intend to shield me in a place like this."
The professor had a point. The Ymir Forest was not so much a traditional forest, but instead could be better classified as a swamp. Because of this, the ground able to be stood upon was limited to suspended wooden boardwalks and small natural islands, one of which was currently being crossed by the party members ahead of the two.
A spark of inspiration flashed through Sheena's mind. "I think I've got it. Just hold back a little."
"Believe me, I'm holding back enough right now. Please hurry." While Raine kept one hand firmly wrapped around her staff, the other soon found its way to the front of her pants and squeezed.
Sheena, on the other hand, answered her need by keeping her legs together. After all, she needed her hands for what would come. Their six oblivious friends passed an island and placed their feet on wooden planks, as the trailing women hit the center of the circle of soil, and Sheena held an arm outwards to stop Raine. The summoner placed her hands together and began channeling mana, but waited until there was noticeable distance between the two groups to release the power. "Servant of Mother Earth, I call upon thee, Gnome!"
The loud chant certainly got the attention of everyone ahead, causing them all to pivot quickly, and Lloyd to reactively draw his twin swords. However, they were all cut off by the sudden appearance of a giant mole-looking creature; the summon spirit of earth, Gnome. He only flashed by, and was soon replaced by a wall of stone rising from the island with a quake, cutting the two groups apart. "Sheena, what's going on," Lloyd called out, with just a hint of worry.
"Sorry, we just need a minute," Sheena replied, relaxing from a casting stance, yet staying ready as she quickly faced Raine. "Assuming someone doesn't come from behind, you're set. Just be quick about it, before any monsters or perverts get curious."
The professor didn't need to be told twice. She didn't even need to be told once, as she was getting down to business as soon as the wall was erected. By the time Sheena looked, Raine had already lifted the orange coat she wore hanging above her regular clothes and bunched it up beneath her armpits, freeing her to shove her black pants and what laid beneath to her ankles. Sheena wasn't looking for it specifically, but from this vantage, it was impossible to miss the small wet stain in Raine's lacy blue panties.
The ninja tried to be respectful and turn away, but even with her speed, she couldn't avert her eyes fast enough to avoid witnessing Raine squat down so fast she became a blur for a split-second, only just making it down in time to prepare for the flood of warm urine to safely gush free, crashing and soon splashing against the hard dirt. The professor sighed in relief pretty quickly, quietly and under the hissing roar, letting her eyelids fall as she relaxed into the pee.
Now watching firmly in the opposite direction, a few thoughts ran through Sheena's mind. First was keeping a careful ear out for any intruders; monster, human, half-elf, or otherwise. Frankly, it wasn't an easy task, with the constant crashing of water to drown out any subtle noises, even Sheena's trained senses couldn't pick up anything over the racket. Second was a sense of empathy for Raine's plight, how much it sucked to hold her pee for that long and be forced to release it somewhere improper. And she had a strong frame of reference for the sheer volume stored the professor's body, because the third thought was how Raine was really living up to her name here.
And finally, her fourth thought: jealousy. Raine was getting her chance at relief, and Sheena had no choice but to take bodyguard duty. And all the while, the sound was pure torture, each drip causing a ripple of pure pain within the ninja's groin. It was all she could do to avoid doubling over with hands gripping her personals, or even worse, ripping her pants down and joining in on the potty break. It was only a sense of duty that kept her upright and guarding.
It was a good thing she did, too, because she somehow managed to pick up the sound of something scraping against rock, ascending higher and higher. Somehow, she knew exactly what the source was. Steeling her bladder against agony rarely felt prior, Sheena jumped up the makeshift wall, rested atop the summit, and looked down unto the separated half of the region. And who else would she see climbing the face, but Zelos looking guiltily back up at her? "What do you think you're doing," she asked, in a real disappointed-but-not-surprised inflection.
Zelos was nothing if not smooth and suave, and he responded with no hesitation or shame. "Don't you remember? I was assigned by the pope to keep an eye on all of you, so I can't just let you hide from me. Who knows what you could be up to back there?" His eyes glistened with pride and confidence.
Too bad for him, Sheena wasn't impressed. "Mhm. You mean the pope that you've already betrayed? If you're going to excuse your disgusting perversion, at least make it a real excuse!" Drawing a slip of marked paper from her collection, Sheena slapped down the Chosen with the secret power held within. "Pyre Seal!" With a blow of power, Zelos was knocked off the wall into the waiting team below. They all seemed reluctant to even associate with him, but Presea in particular looked at the Chosen with disgrace, and with that giant ax in her hand, she was not one to anger.
With the assurance that Zelos wouldn't be trying this again this time, Sheena sighed and descended back onto the bathroom side. Naturally, she was extremely careful with the landing, to make extra sure she didn't jolt something inside that was already in a precarious position. Unfortunately, unless she could somehow land with absolutely no impact, she was bound to suffer some damage.
As her feet hit solid ground, and her knees bent slightly from gravity's influence, it happened. As soon as the force shook her in a shudder from toe to head, the ripple made waves in her bloated bladder, to the point that she faltered for a brief moment. A little spasm from deep within caused a tiny spurt of warm urine to slip past Sheena's defenses, and instead nested itself into the fabrics of the ninja's underwear. "Hngh!" While she hadn't resorted to holding herself just yet, Sheena did feel her knees buckle as her thighs pressed together and feet stayed shoulder-width apart in an awkwardly wide stance, one she couldn't just jump out of for fear of accelerating this dire need. All the while, her bottom lip quivered and pupils shook, and she could do nothing but stand still and take deep breaths.
Finally, she regained a bit of control, at least enough that she wasn't in immediate danger of wetting herself. Still on the verge, of course, she couldn't let her guard down, but the little drop of dampness in her pants would remain solitary for the time being. And, just her luck, she didn't have to worry about stimulation any longer, as Raine's strong stream was soon sputtering to a stop. "Hah...hah...oh, that was too close," the professor panted, stuck in her squat for a solid few seconds afterwards.
No matter how much she tried to, should have, really needed to, Sheena couldn't take her eyes off the puddle Raine had sprayed the ground with as it soaked into the earth. The desire to jump right over and double its size was beginning to overwhelm her, to the point where her hands were forcing themselves, against her own will, to reach for the waistband of her pants, ready to yank them down at a moment's notice. Her bladder quivered, just as eager to release every ounce of its contents.
And it seemed she wouldn't have to wait much longer, as Raine pulled her pants back up and made herself presentable and proper once more. "Thanks for the cover, Sheena. I'd be happy to return the favor now."
Before the sentence had even finished, Sheena was already in the process of shoving down her tights; in fact, they were already halfway down her thighs, revealing her simple black panties with their tiny wet splotch. She would have gone all the way with undressing, were she not interrupted by a gentle knock on the rock wall, followed by the diminutive voice of Colette. "Um, Professor? Sheena? Is everything alright back there?"
"Y-yes, we're all fine, Colette," Raine called back. "We just-"
"Then hurry up," Genis interrupted. "We've got important things to do, there's no time to waste on your stupid 'girl stuff'!"
"T-then we're coming," Sheena yelled in reply, jumping up and pulling her pants back up.
"Are you really sure? I can tell him to wait a bit longer." The sympathetic pain across Raine's features was all too evident.
"We'll be in Heimdall soon, right? Then I can hold it until then, no problem!" Sheena grinned wide, which would be reassuring if not for the bead of sweat choosing now to slide down from her forehead, dripping off her chin. Still, she tried to sell it, though her shivering lips indicated a failing facade.
Raine opened her mouth, prepared to either attempt a second time to convince Sheena to take the opportunity she had, or, more likely for the professor, to lecture about holding too long was bad for her or something. Yet, before she could utter a single word, she backed off. "Very well, if you're confident. I wouldn't count on the village of the elves to be so accommodating, however."
"I'm plenty strong enough for something this small," Sheena boasted, her voice cracking like the mere concept struck a raw nerve. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, let's go!" She dismissed the barrier of earth separating the two pieces of the party in a hurry, letting it sink back into the ground and reuniting the team. "It's all good now, everyone! Let's get out of this swamp!" The ninja led the charge, with far more gusto and enthusiasm than she usually showed.
Now that they were able to be clearly heard once more, Raine wasn't about to press the matter any further. Yet, she continued to look towards Sheena with worry. "I know all too well how much this kind of thing hurts, Sheena. Don't push yourself too far," she whispered.
Meanwhile, Sheena kept her forced grin, even as her bladder tightened and cramped. Her inner thoughts, however, gave her true feelings away, especially when she said them out loud, even if only to herself. "I better be able to make it to Heimdall like this..." |
this story is based off a desperation sighting I saw at epcot, disney world in florida.
Michelle's job was very simple. It was to stand at the gate at epcot in disney world and be both a security guard and give directions to people. Things like "where is [x] ride/show?" "where is the bathroom?" "what time do you guys close?" were very common questions. Since she worked the closing shift she had to oversee everyone exiting once the park closes. She has to stand there until practically everyone leaves so they can close the gate.
Michelle is a short, semi busty latina in her early 20s with tan skin and dark hair. She wore the shirt uniform and some dark slim jeans. They fit her figure quite well, but the slim part isn't very good for what's about to happen.
Sipping from her plastic refillable bottle michelle was checking on who was coming in and out. It was pretty sunny and hot so she couldn't wait for sun down when it gets cooler. Every 10-15 minutes she would get asked something but other than that the day has been pretty mundane. She would greet people who go in and out and give them a warm smile.
A few hours later her manager walked in and and signalled her to go off to the side of the gate so she can talk to her.
"so we are gonna need you after closing (10pm) until everyone leaves the park so we can close. can you stay during that time?
"yes"
"excellent. When you go on break just call me on the walkie talkie so I can send someone in, or I can cover you [laughs] I've done some security work myself" michelle chuckled after
"I'm serious I can cover you for your break if no one shows up"
"ok thank you so much"
Michelle's manager was in her 30s and she was white with brown eyes, brunette, tall and thin. Pretty much the opposite of Michelle. She did get along with everyone however and she was one of those managers that tried to help everyone to her ability. She had that "a rising tide raises all ships" mentality. Except in this case you will see soon, everyone will be too busy for poor michelle.
It was finally time for michelle's break. She got leftovers from home and headed into the breakroom. Disney has a lot of secret rooms, one of them being an employee break room. Michelle was having her lunch, leftover rice beans and chicken with a coke, while browsing on her phone. She lost track of time while doing so causing her to almost be running late. She ran to the bathroom for a quick pee, because she still had a long while until the end of her shift, given how she has to stay extra late until after hours when everyone leaves the gate.
The restrooms were close to the break room right across the hall. She went in and it was empty. Most employees don't go to the breakroom and prefer eating at thee park since they get an employee discount. Meaning she had the bathroom to herself. Michelle went to the nearest stall, out some paper on the seat and sat down for a relieving piss. It's not that she had to go that bad, but it was important to use the restroom whenever you have the chance especially for security jobs. Every relief is a blessing. Michelle washed her hands, had another gulp of water and went back to her shift.
At the gate Michelle's manager was waiting for her.
"you're 2 minutes late but i'll let it slide"
"thank you for holding the fort"
"you're welcome, remember you're staying late, if you need anything just ring me up on the walkie talkie"
They waved each other goodbye and the later half of the shift began.
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It was one hour before closing now, Michelle has been drinking a lot of water, she already started to feel it on her bladder and her need to pee, while not extreme, was starting to become a nuisance. Her slim jeans made her bladder a bit uncomfortable, but she felt like she still could handle it. Moments have passed and she started seeing people walk out now and she greeted them on their way out. Some parents and their kid walked up to her and asked where the bathroom was, it reminded Michelle on her need.
Bathrooms were passed the gate in the side of the entrance. She wishes she could run off there given that's it's not too far away, but she had to stay in position. She gave the family the instructions and they went off their merry way.
Michelle was observing everyone leaving the gate making sure there was no funny business and she noticed someone walking out as they were drinking from a squeezable water bottle. Seeing the water like that didn't help her case, and made her bladder hurt more. She turned around and saw some kid drinking from a near by water fountain. She crossed her legs and squeezed and then uncrossed. 30 minutes until closing, which means she has to stay extra on top of that.
Michelle used her walkie talkie to try and get her manager to cover for a few minutes.
"sorry i'm busy, i'll try and get someone. over"
"got it. over"
Time has passed and some guy came up to her and asked for the bathroom, which has happened a few times now and all it did was made her situation worse by reminding her of the bathroom. She was bouncing up and down while telling him where it is.
"thanks, you seem like you could use one yourself"
Michelle gave him a nervous laugh.
"if only there was someone to relieve me haha"
"well have a nice day" the guy said politely while waving in the distance. Oh how she envied him.
She signaled the walkie talkie again and the response was brutal.
"sorry everyone's busy. over"
"ok just tell me when the next person is free. over."
It was closing time, everyone was leaving the gate in droves, and Michelle had to oversee that everyone was leaving and know where all the exits and parking is. There was also a fire works show outside the gate so everyone was distracted by that, giving michelle a chance to cross her legs and squeeze tightly. She gasped mouth agape while holding her crotch. A small wet spot started to form. She was on the happiest place on earth but her bladder certainly wasn't. She wishes she could undo her button on her jeans but that would look really inappropriate for a front gate person in disney world.
30 minutes have passed, many people left the gate but they were by the fireworks area close to the gate. The last few people were asking for the bathroom. Michelle's eyes were watering. As she was telling them she was straight up pee dancing out in the open. She knew it was unprofessional but she couldn't maintain her composure any longer. As she was pointing to them were the bathroom is she noticed both bathrooms outside the gate already had two long lines forming outside of them. Even if she were to take advantage of the low traffic of people since mostly everyone has left, the line was too long. The breakroom was too far away for her to use the bathrooms there. She was trapped. No one could come in to help her since they were busy closing and making sure everyone leaves that are still inside the park.
Michelle was sucking on her teeth. She reached that "tsss" noise people do when they have to pee. That's when it's bad. She noticed that there were still some people walking out of the gate so she still had to be on alert. Another wet patch was coming out. She bent down and gasped for air as the pain was becoming unbearable She NEEDED to pee now. The urgency was grave and her body was yearning for relief. Her hips were bouncing and she was holding her crotch. She ran to the bathrooms, she couldn't hold it any longer. However there was problem.
The line around the bathrooms hurdled to some kind of group. The bathrooms were out of order. People were asking if there were any other bathrooms. Michelle was trying to mutter a response.
"I... have to let you.. in gate there is... ah" she held her crotch and bent down and she leaked a little more.
"there is a bathroom (her voice was becoming high pitch and strenuous) yea... a bathroom past the gate to your right"
"oooo" she sucked her teeth again "sorry... um.. yea just exit the park again when you are done"
The typical protocol for this rare situation of the gate restrooms when they are out of order and it's exiting time is to let people in to use the restrooms near the exit and then they get escorted out by extra security when they are done. However, everyone was busy and security was understaffed, hence why the manager covers people's break sometimes. So it was up to her to oversee that everyone goes in and out smoothly.
She was now checking outside the bathroom and overseeing the outside of the bathrooms while everyone was forming lines. This was torture for Michelle. She held her crotch tightly this time while bouncing up and down. Another leak spurt.
Michelle's manager showed up.
"What's going on?"
"bathroom... was out of order... they" michelle groaned involuntarily "they are using that one"
She couldn't even stand still and she felt dizzy now. She had sweat beads on her forehead and it was unbearable to keep holding on.
Michelle's manager told her she has enough time to spare to oversee the restrooms and to make sure everyone was leaving the gate. As they seemed to be the last people there at the park. Meaning everyone else has been successfully been escorted and her shift was practically over. So that was settled as her manager was covering for her there. Michelle dashed to the restrooms. There was still a line at the women's room however.
"please... aaa" she could barely mutter a sentence as her panties were flooding.
"let me skip i'm going to pee myself!"
"you can't skip us!" the ladies were yelling and muttering back.
Michelle was in her breaking point she was holding her crotch with both hands as she was running to the men's room.
One of the stalls were out of order. The rest were being used. She was bouncing profusely while crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her panties were flooded and she unbuttoned her pants to let out some of the pressure that has accumulated in her exhausted bladder. Someone was washing his hands behind her. The running water in the sink sent her to overdrive.
"I can't... aaah... hold..." She was getting dizzy again. The unbuttoning helped her hold it a little bit more efficiently but it wasn't enough to hold it in for much longer. She was staring at the water from the startled guy washing his hands. He understood what was going so he finished washing, picked up some paper towels and left.
Finally a door opened, it was an old man. He got his cane and was walking slowly out of the stall. This was torture. She finally had her chance to pee and out of all people to come out of the stall it was someone who walks slow. Her instincts were telling her to push him out of the way but this was a helpless old man were talking here.
"why is there a woman here?" he said puzzingly
"i'm sorry" she muttered
The old man was out of the stall now. Michelle went around him and she dashed into the stall, closed the door, unbuttoned her pants, pulled down her wet panties, and sat down on porcelain bliss. The feeling of relief was second to none. The pee kept flowing for what seemed like minutes now. Her eyes rolled back at how good the relief felt. She could now finish the rest of her shift, but first she had to get rid of those soaking panties. |
“OH COME ON I HIT HIM LIKE FOUR TIMES!!!”
Amber didn’t know what made her more furious, her screen showing that she died, her friends laughing in her headphones about it, or the fact that she definitely shot that dude in the head but the game chose not to register. It was probably the last one, but her friends' taunting didn’t help.
“And you guys can shut up!” She responded “At least I finished in the top 20! Joseph died when he dropped in!”
“Hey, that's not fair! I was rushed!” Joseph defended himself.
“Yeah don’t go after Joseph! At least he didn’t get killed by a guy who was like, one hit.” Her other friend, Millie said.
“You guys are going to make me insane.” Amber rubbed her temples as her friends continued to laugh. “Like seriously, if you don’t shut up I’ll scream.”
“Hey at least you have your simps.” The last person on the call, Will, said. “They’ll always be behind you.”
The “simps” he was referring to were Amber’s viewers. She had a sizable amount, nowhere near the number the bigger accounts on the platform had, but they were devoted. And always lively in the chat.
“They’re not my simps William.” Amber told him. “They’re my cherished fans whose support I greatly appreciate.”
“Support, and donations.” Millie added, causing all her friends and even some in the chat to begin laughing again. It was true that Amber got a lot of donations. More than she ever expected when she started streaming, and as much as she wished it was for her witty banter or skilled gameplay (both of which she had in abundance), she knew a large part of it was down to her looks. Her bright dyed orange red hair inspired by her name. A cute face, complete with freckles, glasses, and full lips. And the fact that she was “well endowed” meant that she was very popular with a certain type of fan. Sometimes she found it creepy, other times flattering, but mostly she tried to act coy about it. Like today, when she was wearing a tight, light green tube top that left little to the imagination and she was constantly pulling on to cover her cleavage. But since the camera was only on her from the waist up, she wasn’t wearing anything fancy for pants, just some comfy gray leggings.
“Let’s run it back.” She said to change the topic. And right when the party found a lobby Joseph announced he needed to pee.
“Seriously man? The match is about to start in like, 30 seconds.” Millie groaned.
“Yeah can’t you hold it? You’ll probably just die five minutes in anyways” Joseph joked, and Will agreed to hold it.
But the conversation made Amber notice the pressure in her bladder. She had been sipping on her large water bottle in an effort to stay hydrated, and before she started the stream she had an energy drink (a bad habit she was trying to kick) so she could stay focused while playing. While she wasn’t bursting, she was definitely uncomfortable and shifted her thighs in her seat as the match got underway.
Joseph’s prediction came true, and Will was indeed the first to die around the five minute mark. As he left to go to the bathroom everyone was still making fun of him, including Amber, even though she was secretly jealous. But she didn’t want to die intentionally, that would be letting her friends and viewers down, and her competitive nature made the idea impossible.
But as the game progressed, her little thigh shuffles turned into her pressing them together hard, and bouncing around in her seat. She was unable to stay still as she made the way around the map with her team, eliminating whoever they came in contact with. There were a few close calls but for the most part they were dominating.
“Wow, that’s like your fourth kill, Amber. You must be locked in.” Will said.
“That’s why she’s been so quiet. Cold blooded killer huh?” Millie joked.
“Huh-oh, haha yeah.” Amber didn’t realize she was being quiet, she was so focused on both the game and her bladder that she was hardly even paying attention to what her teammates or the chat were saying.
Looking at the chat, she noticed a few people wondering why she was so quiet.
“You look pale, and you keep bouncing around, is something wrong?” One of her subscribers asked in the chat. Reading that question caused her cheeks to burn red. She began to wonder how much she had been bouncing around, and if anyone knew what the real reason was? She decided to stop bouncing, but by now the need was so great that she had to keep her thighs pressed together tight.
“The rest of the squads are in the center of the map. I think we got them.” Joseph said.
“Yeah, let’s close in. You ready Amber?” Millie added.
“Huh?” Amber was caught off guard “Uhhh yeah I’m ready.”
There were five other squads left, Amber’s party eliminated one of them on their way to the center of the map. She got another kill and more plaudits from her friends and chat, but instead of the bragging she usually did she just asked if they could keep moving to finish as quickly as possible. Two more of the squads ended up being eliminated in fights with others. So now they had two more squads to take out.
“Let’s go in this building, it looks like a good place to snipe out of.” Millie said. However, as she walked up to the building, a proximity mine went off and she was eliminated.
“Shit! An ambush!” Joe yelled and suddenly they were being fired at, unsure of where the firing was coming from they ran back for cover.
“Shit, I’m low.” Joe took heavy fire from that attack, but Amber was mostly unscathed.
Well, in the game at least. The shock of the explosion and the gunshots caused her bladder to suddenly release itself in her chair, she felt the warmth grow in between her thighs and she tried to fight against her bladder and her opponents in the game at the same time. She was able to stem the flow, but she left a baseball sized stain between her legs, and she knew the chair was wet too.
“I-I’m fine- shit look out!” Forgetting her bladder for a second, Amber fired on an enemy that was trying to creep behind Joe and eliminated him. Two more came out of the building, and Joe and Amber exchanged fire with them. Joe managed to eliminate one, but soon after he was eliminated as well. Amber killed the other one and her friends and chat cheered her on.
“Woah nice clutch!” Millie said.
“Yeah that was sick, can you clutch the game though?” Will asked.
That last fight left Amber even more wet, now her panties were saturated, and she felt the fabric of her leggings and chair soak up even more of her hot piss. She was now hunched over, grateful that her camera didn’t show her wet leggings. But her cheeks were burning red and her chest heaving as she gained what little control she could back over her bladder.
“Y-yeah. I can win this.” Amber said, and the chat exploded in support. “Only one squad left? Easy clutch.”
Amber knew where to find the last squad, and she managed to get the drop on them, she killed one and fled before the final two could react. Her friends were basically screaming at this point, normally she would tell them to shut up, but she hoped they would cover up any hissing noises. The streams continued to flow out of her, much longer now, but she still hardly felt any release. The chair soaked in as much as it could and she was sitting in a puddle of her own warm piss, readying for the final fight of the game.
“C'mon you got this.” Will told her. “They ran inside that building. Be careful of mines.”
“I will.” Amber said. This was what she loved about gaming. Under any other circumstances she would probably be more careful, but the stress caused by the piss desperately trying to make it into her leggings caused her to rush her opponents. Catching them off guard in the staircase of the building, she quickly downed both and won her squad the match.
The chat went crazy, her friends went crazy, as the final cutscene rolled Amber couldn’t believe it. She actually was able to clutch the match. More and more pissed flowed out of her, so much that it began to drip onto the floor beneath her but she couldn’t care anymore. The joy and relief were too great. Whatever hissing there was was drowned out by her friends, and she smiled, looking down at her gray leggings turn darker and darker as her bladder completely emptied. She sank into her seat, her thighs and butt enveloped in a soft, warm wetness that she found almost comforting.
“Way to go Amber!” Joe yelled. Now that she was back in reality she shifted to thanking everyone of her friends, and the chat, and pretending as though nothing had happened started joking around with both. Every so often she would rub her thighs together, the warmth was cooling, and the wetness was drying. She still had a little left in her bladder so she thought she might as well go right there. And as she sat talking with her friends she felt her panties grow warm and wet once again, this time she enjoyed the feeling even more, even sneaking a hand down to her lap to press against her wet crotch.
Eventually, she signed off on the stream and left the call with her friends. She sighed and double checked that the cameras were off as she wheeled her chair away from her desk to examine the damage. Her butt was soaked. The dark, dripping material clung to her skin everywhere, and she had to pick it out once she stood up. Her chair was in equally bad shape, and while she could wash her clothes she knew she would probably have to throw the chair out. She was expecting a new one soon anyways. The puddle beneath her chair needed to be cleaned so she went to go get the supplies to do that. Before she left her room she peeled her leggings down to examine her panties. She had on a dark blue thong, and it was completely drenched. Not a single inch of it was left dry, and she examined her butt in the mirror, which also dripping wet. She sighed and threw her leggings in the clothes hamper as she checked her phone while grabbing the mop.
“What a crazy clutch!” The first tweet on her timeline read, it was a clip from her stream. In the final moments of the game where she killed the last squad, you could see her face in deep concentration, then suddenly, relief. She liked the fact that nobody actually knew why she was making those faces, and retweeted the video of her secret accident before getting cleaned up. |
Hey everyone, sorry I haven’t been here for a while I’ve been a bit busy over the past couple of weeks. I promise though that by the end of July I’ll finish off some of the stories I haven’t finished yet, but for now I wanna go with a short story today.
Loba is quite possibly the hottest video game character of all time in my opinion. She knows this and always has a charmer act to her. She acts a specific way, however, when she is around her friend Bangalore. Bangalore is from a rough military past, and she brings her heavy military side into the battlefield.
These two, at least from Loba’s view, have something special going on, and while Bangalore is recovering from her sickness, Loba takes the time to buy her some flowers, but things don’t really turn out the way she wanted, in more ways than one.
Loba’s Accident:
Dammit, I’m late. The flower shop is about to close and I need to get her the flowers. It’s too bad I can’t stop to go pee, I really need to go. It’s ok, I’ll just stop by the restroom after I deliver the flowers.
Loba was always a charmer to most people, but to Bangalore, she always thought of herself as her little private. The way she talked, the way she acted, her serious personality, it was all able to snatch her liking.
The two began bickering a year ago and didn’t really like each other, but about six months ago, the two gained major respect and appreciation for each other. Today was the day Loba would finally admit her feelings to the sergeant.
The flower shop was just up ahead. A sudden familiar pattering sound approached from Loba’s back. Suddenly her feet were swept from under her and she landed right on her butt. The impact put lots of strain on her bladder and she thought she had leaked a bit.
She looked around and a figure appeared right in front of her. It was Octane. “Sorry chica, didn’t see you there.” He offered his hand which Loba took reluctantly.
She brushed herself off, “you know, those legs are really dangerous beautiful. Make sure you watch where you’re going when you stim yourself.”
He shook his head, “my bad, see you at the hospital wing.” Once he finished his sentence he threw down a jump pad and was off into the distance.
Once he was gone Loba checked her backside. She saw a small wet patch but nothing else. She sighed and walked into the flower store.
Once she retrieved her flowers, she made her way out of the store. “Hey Loba, you all good. You look tense.”
Loba looked around and spotted her friend Valkyrie in the corner of the wall. Her and Valkyrie had just gotten to know each other, but had been silently flirting with each other ever since Valkyrie had showed up to the games. “I’m good Valk, just wanted to go to the hospital wing to go see Bangalore.”
“Okay cool, I’ll see you there.” Within a few seconds she blasted off with her jet pack off towards the hospital wing.
It was at this moment that Loba was alone to herself. Over this time period her need to pee had drastically increased and she wondered if she could make it to the bathroom. Why is it that these islands never have women’s bathrooms? I could go in those bushes over there. No, Bangalore needs me! I need to get to her.
….
Rushing into the hospital wing Loba was running out of options. Bangalore’s visiting time was running out and she was counting on a visit from her. Running around every corner she finally found her way towards Bangalore’s room.
Valkyrie was waiting outside and gave her a smile. She ushered her towards the room. Loba took a look through the window as a crowd of Gibraltar, Lifeline, and Octane surrounded Bangalore.
She overheard a conversation between Octane and Bangalore.
”I’m sure Loba will be thrilled to see you Chica. She’s been waiting for this moment for a while.”
“Oh, don’t make such a big deal about it.”
”Loba and I, we’re just friends.” That sentence tore through Loba’s chest. Her eyes strained as tears started to emerge from them. She tossed the bouquet into the trash and made her way towards the exit. Valkyrie followed close behind her.
Loba had completely forgot about her need to pee and now her bladder had completely given up on her. Once she was outside pee started to pool into her suit. It flowed down her legs and into her shoes. Loba made her way towards a corner and didn’t make any effort to control the flow. Pee continued to flow down her pants and tears flowed down Loba’s eyes.
All dignity and her image went out of the window at that moment, she just wanted to wallow in her own sorrow. She heard a voice in the distance, “Loba, where are you?”
…
Valkyrie had seen Loba run out, but didn’t know where she was. It only seemed right that she comfort her. She looked around only to find Loba crying in a corner with a giant puddle underneath her. “Loba?”
Loba looked up at her. Her mascara had almost melted off her face from the tears and now stained the knee area of her pants. Loba stood up and embraced her. “You can keep the flowers.”
Thanks for reading! You know, my first post on this site was of an apex legends character, and look how far I’ve come. Let me know if you wanna see anymore apex content because I really like writing about the characters. |
Part 3:
Loba cursed under her breath. The syndicate were the most brutal enterprise in the outlands, but the least they could have done was install bathrooms on the dropship or even on the map. Now, she was going to either have to pee outside with Kairi and Revenant watching on, or wet herself again. No, she just had to hold it.
A hand caressed her locks. It was Kairi, her face beaming like an angel. “You ready?”
Loba really couldn’t put her frustration into words. How could she have neglected her basic needs once again? One must think that they would be more careful after one accident but Loba was once again caught walking the tightrope. She just hoped she wouldn’t fall off this time, especially in front of Revenant. A cold blooded animal like him would have no sympathy and would certainly use this as motivation to get a leg up on her. She couldn’t let that happen.
Kairi offered her a hand to lift her up. She grabbed it and held it firmly. Her hand was so soft and delicate. Loba prayed to the heavens, oh please, lord, don’t make me wet myself again.
It was clear to her that her bladder would be bothering her all match. Apart from the constant glares coming her way from Revenant, nothing seemed to be off about this game. I just hope this match doesn’t take too long. God, I don’t know how much of this I can take.
Loba wasn’t completely a stranger to being desperate during her life, and she knew one thing: basic tasks become nearly impossible under the drastic spell of desperation. It’s almost impossible to take away the desperation from your mind, it’s plastered in the forefront. Right now she couldn’t think about anything other than her need to pee and how good it would feel to sit down on a toilet and relieve herself. And with having to be next to Kairi and Revenant, it made something like peeing in the bushes as far of an alternative as it could be.
The match continued on at such a slow pace one would think someone froze over time. Loba was getting to the point of bursting, and could feel her stomach and bladder swelling up in pain. Revenant had just finished off an entire squad and started to loot their dead corpses. This gave Loba the time to pull Kairi off to the side. “Hey Kairi, can I speak to you in private.” Kairi nodded and the two moved away into a discreet area.
Loba couldn’t stop dancing in place to subsidize her desperation. Kairi seemed to have seen this and realized her plight. She spoke first, “so, do you think you can make it to the end of the match?”
Loba shook her head. “I would just go out there but the demon would certainly find out-“
”Certainly find out what?” The gruesome voice found their way into the secluded space. “Oh no, did I interrupt you two? I couldn’t help but realize that you two ran off and are holding out on me. If it’s so important that for you to tell her Loba, don’t you think I should know? Aren’t we a team?” His voice was menacing and malicious.
Loba’s tone went fierce. “Go to hell demon.” She was sure he couldn’t tell her issue, but her visible shaking gave it away.
”Oh no, don’t tell me our little baby Loba needs to go potty? Or is she going to have an accident.” His voice sprawled into demonic laughter. “You’re even more of a child than the day I killed your parents. It’s a pity, if they weren’t gone they might have been able to teach you some self control.”
Loba wanted to lunge at him, but any physical movement other than walking would probably make her lose control. She wanted to cry. She thought this might be the same thing as last time with her crying away in a puddle of her own shame. This time however Kairi intervened.
”Why don’t you go kill some more people you dickwad. You obviously don’t care about us so you might as well go off alone.”
Revenant stood there emotionless, stone cold. “Ohhh, but I was just warming up to you two. I guess I’ll stay for the good of the-“
”I said out!” Kairi tackled him to the ground and then threw him out into the ground outside the building and blocked the doors. From the outside she could hear distant gunshots.
Loba meanwhile was in a hopeless position. Any movement could send her over the edge, and she knew it. Her bladder had swelled to the point where she thought she should just let go, but had fears of Revenant returning back to torture her. Her bladder forced her to cross and uncross her legs in her sitting position crouched up against the wall. The pain was just about as worse as it had ever been before. It was really hopeless now.
Kairi returned and smiled at Loba as the two locked hands. “Here, we need to get up and evacuate the area. I can get us outta here if we hurry.” She turned the other direction but was pulled back by Loba.
”Kairi, I can’t stand up.”
She knew what this meant. “Just go. He’s not here to bother you.”
Those words offered encouragement to her bladder but the thought of wetting herself propped against a corner in front of Kairi seemed like a nightmare. Still, the first leak she was met with was enough to make her lose the battle. Without anytime in between, pee flooded out of her at a rapid rate. She quickly felt her underwear and then the crevices of her butt saturate as she tried to hold back moans of pure relief and ecstasy. The feeling of releasing her bladder after all that time and the dampening of her panties never felt so good. A large puddle started forming under her as the pee traveled under her boots and closer to Kairi.
Once the flow started to slow Loba gained control of herself and stood up. Her eyes met Kairi’s eyes. She didn’t know what to say but Kairi seemed preoccupied and not disgusted. “Let’s go.”
The two made their way out until they hit a safe point. Kairi set up and the two launched into the sky together. Only one thing was said by Kairi. “Hey, wanna get a drink later?”
Thanks for reading! My plan is to continue this a bit more. Let me know if you want anymore Apex characters as well. I have currently done Lifeline, Wraith, and Loba at this point. |
Hello everybody! this is my first story, about 2 girls that some of you will already recognize, it took a long time to think and finish this little story (I had to get a little drunk to be able to make an ending to it lol). If i see you like it i will probably follow it, I just want to thank you for the support you give to my drawings, I hope you like this too!
Special thanks to:
@AkenoSama For lending me his OC; Raphi, to make this story! You are the best! 😄
Ando @AuthorFaust For being the first to read it and give it the go-ahead, Thank you!
I hope y'all enjoy it!
• The Wet Bet: By AlphaHyoudou. •
(I couldn't think of a better title, sorry :c)
It was a normal day, like any other..
Daviana, known to her friends as Davi; a young brunette girl, with black hair and glasses.. She was bored at home, like most of the time, today was one of those days when she had no inspiration to draw, how she usually does.
Davi: "Fuck, another day without being able to draw anything, so excited that I am and there is nothing exciting, what a boredom…"
Davi was sitting at her table, bored and hot, She had already finished with a bottle and a half of water, if there is something she hates more than being lack of inspiration, it is the heat, she just hates it and nobody knows why. While Davi Is laying on the table, waiting for some light of inspiration to illuminate her, someone passes in front of her…
Raphi: "Aaahh! That's better~ I deserve it for the effort that I have made today!"
Raphi, a tall blonde girl with large breasts, said while taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator, after returning from exercising, she was also in Davi's house, Davi she gets up excited, since maybe in her she can find some inspiration (for drawings and "other reasons")
Davi: "Hi, Raphi~!" Davi said excitedly.
Raphi: "Oh, I hadn't seen you, what's up Davi?" Raphi said, as she finished her bottle of water.
Davi: "Nothing very interesting to be honest, I see you come from doing some hard work huh?" Davi was looking directly at her training shirt, which was obviously sweaty, revealing her breasts clearly.
Raphi: "yes, I always do, it's not easy to maintain a good figure … " Raphi pauses, as she notices that Davi was staring at her.
Raphi: "Hey girl, do you need something? My eyes are up here~
Davi quickly turns around, a little flushed.
Davi: "I just was wondering if… could you pose for a drawing? :3
Raphi: "Hmmm… Pose for you?"
Raphi responds sarcastically, actually she already knew Davi's intentions to make her "pose".
Davi: "Yeah, you know, I haven't had much inspiration these days, and taking advantage of the fact that you're here ... could you do me that favor?"
Davi says, a bit nervous, waiting for her lewd plan to work, Raphi realizes this, and decides to tease Davi a bit.
Raphi: "Are you sure there is no other reason why you need me~?" Raphi says, while moving towards her a little, making her breasts bounce a bit.
Davi looks back at Raphi's breasts, she blushes a little more, since her plan failed, there is no other choice to reveal it.
Davi: "In fact... I was wondering if you could... Show me your boobs? For a drawing, don't think bad.
Raphi: "And I suppose that I can use the bathroom when I want, right?" Raphi asks, already knowing the answer.
Davi: "Hehe, you seem to know me well .. although I'm afraid that won't be possible ~ " Davi says, with a slightly lewd tone.
Raphi: "Oh, I see... so I don't think you need to use the bathroom either, do you?"
Raphi replies, Davi's intentions become more and more obvious, After having taken a bottle and a half of water, she already felt a little full, Davi tells her, pretending to be brave:
Davi: "Do you really want to reject a good friend's request? Well, coming from you, I guess i don't need it.."
Raphi: "Okay… I agree-" Before Raphi could finish speaking, Davi interrupts her.
Davi: "Cool! I knew you couldn't refuse~, now get a little over there and- " Davi is interrupted by Raphi, who finishes what she was trying to say before.
Raphi: "...I agree, only if you are able to hold your pee for a while before I pose for you.." Raphi said, knowing that Davi would start complaining at any moment.
Davi: "Oh come on Raphi... I don't think you can put conditions in a situation like this." Davi says, while trying to look away to hide that she doesn't want to hold it.
Raphi: "I think it's fair that you suffer a little too" While Raphi says this, he gets closer to Davi, until she brings her breasts to hers.
…And I don't think it's cool that you're the only one having fun ~ " Then, Raphi puts his hand through Davi's shorts and panties, and begins to grope her butt slowly, Davi immediately blushes completely, after moaning a little, Davi stops her.
Davi: "Mnnh~! O-OK, OK! YOU WIN! I-I'm going to hold my pee while you pose, okay...?" Davi responds frantically, while her nose was bleeding a little, she had not started the draw yet and her panties were already a little bit damp... Although not precisely because of her need to pee..
Raphi: "Great then, I'm going to head over there, I'm all yours~" Raphi said in a cheerful tone.
Davi: "Huh, I don't think you'll be able to stand there so long" Davi said, while wiping the blood from her nose, she sat down at her table to start drawing.
Then, Raphi lifts her shirt slowly, dropping her large breasts in front of Davi.
Raphi: "And well? Do not leave me waiting~" Raphi said with a mischievous look. Davi stares at her breasts for a moment, to return to bleeding from the nose again, it is something common in her, not for nothing she's a perv girl. Trying her best to ignore the discomfort in her bladder, Davi picks up a sheet, her mechanical pencil, and begins to draw, hoping to finish soon.
...
15 minutes had already passed, Davi had barely finished the sketch of the drawing, between erasing and erasing she had to use a new sheet, wondering internally why anatomy is so fucking complicated, But her voice wasn't the only thing calling her inside… Davi has already finished the other half of the bottle of water, and a bottle of Pepsi that Raphi gave her to """cool off""" and the discomfort in his bladder turns into desperation every time a bit more noticeable, to try to relax a little, she begins to talk in her mind
Davi: "uhhhh.... come on Davi, y-you can take it, obviously you can do it, surely Raphi must be having the same or worse, just imagine her so desperate~"
Davi snaps out of her thoughts, and after crossing her legs quickly, she turns to see Raphi with a small smile (and her nose bleeding). Raphi continues with her shirt up, revealing her huge boobs, if you look closely, you can see that her nipples are erect, she follows attentive to Davi's movements, watching to not miss any moment while Davi's desperation increases slowly…
Raphi: "Phew, standing here made me a little thirsty, I bought some drinks a while ago, do you want one? Raphi said, her plan was to make Davi drink as much as she can, to turn around Davi's original plan, so Raphi goes to the fridge, and takes out a can of lemonade, and a bottle of Pepsi for Davi
Davi : "Don't worry, I'm not very thirsty right now…" Actually, Davi didn't want to drink anymore, as it might put her in more trouble.
Raphi: "ooohh, I see, so are you going to decline a drink that your friend offers you? " Raphi asked, with her shirt still up, she puts the bottle between her tits and plays with it a little, then she turns to see Davi, who is blushing on the table, Davi rolls her eyes and answers her:
Davi: "...Give me that."
Then Davi, trying to be strong, grabs the bottle of Pepsi, and drinks it, Davi began to feel each swallow of the cold soda going to her bottom, she brings her thighs together after finishing the bottle, and leaves it next to the others.
Davi: "R-Ready, now you can go back to your place.." Davi said, not before crossing his legs again, this time with more force.
Raphi: "Perfect then, following your orders " Raphi said as she finished her can of lemonade, threw it towards the trash can and returned to her position, while still looking at Davi squirming trying to hide it.
about 10 minutes later, Davi was in the process of making the lineart, at this time she must be very careful not to ruin the drawing completely, but her hands were shaking, the pressure on her bladder was getting more intense, from time to time she would put her left hand on her crotch and rub her thighs, the only motivation Davi has to hang on is to see Raphi desperate, but it doesn't seem to pay off, suddenly a wave of despair hit her bottom, which almost ruined the drawing when moving her hand.
Davi: "A-ahh, this is too much … n-necesito orinar muy mal… and I haven't finished the drawing yet, think Davi, what can you do …?
Davi thought, she began to sweat for a long time, and the situation was starting to get more difficult.
Davi: "I could ... let out a bit so I could hold it a bit.."
Davi thought about letting out a little bit of pee, to be able to hold on at least she will finish the drawing, which seemed like the only option, so she paused, and took a deep breath.
Davi: "B-Bien, aquí voy..."
…
*Pshh.. Shh..*
Mnhh~~!
As soon as Davi started to let him out, she let out a pretty loud moan, she immediately blushed and covered her mouth as fast as she could, crossed her legs and squeezed herself as hard as possible, letting out more than she expected, her shorts already felt wet, and a few drops of pee fell on the chair. Then she turned to see Raphi, who was smiling and enjoying everything, Raphi realizes how badly Davi is having, so she gives her a little "help" to make things more fun.
Raphi: "Oh come on Davi ... why are you taking so long? I don't think I can hold it any longer…!
Raphi said, while doing so, she begins to bring her thighs together frantically, with the intention of making it seem that she was about to burst, in fact, her plan was to give a little push to Davi's bladder.
Davi: "I-I'M ALMOST DONE, ALMOST ALREADY!!
Yelled Davi, letting out a little pee was not a good idea, on the contrary, it made it much worse, as she was sitting, she could feel her bladder pulsing every time she leaned over as she settled on the sheet. She only needed to add shading to the drawing, since she doesn't color them. Raphi put her hands on her crotch on purpose, to put some more pressure on Davi..
Raphi: Please, Davi! I need to piss so fucking bad, hurry up..!
*Shh… sssh..*
"M-Me estoy o-orinando- A-AAH~! F-FUCKKK"
Davi was starting to leak again, Davi instantly got up from her chair, her hot pee was starting to run down her legs, and wetting her shorts even more, between panting and sweating, she added the last details to the drawing
Davi: "I FINISHED IT F-FINALLY… ahh … D-Dios … n-no puedo.. m-m- más….
Davi was at her limits, she got up from the table and immediately put her hands on her crotch, she was unable to move, while she get lost more and more in her immense urge to pee…
Raphi: "Ohhh Davi, I can't take it anymore ... what can I do? i'm ... "
Raphi said, while moving frantically, making it seem that she is about to explode at any moment, after interrupting her sentence, she approaches Davi, and whispers in her ear:
Raphi: "...Bur-sshhhhh-ting~"
That hiss echoed in Davi's head, she was in a state of shock, her bladder reached a point where it was bulging, her belt was tightening her tightly, she could feel all that liquid moving inside her even if she wasn't, her peehole was even pulsing, all she could hear was that hiss…
*Sshhhh… SsssShh*
...
"Bath… room… p-p-pee…"
Davi took one last look at the bathroom, which was not exactly close, the leaks made stronger and more constant, before she knew it there was already a small puddle of pee under her, As she desperately tried to hold on by putting her hands on her crotch and crossing her legs in every way possible, she could feel her pee dripping from her shorts into her hands, It seemed there was no hope for her…
Suddenly and without saying anything, Raphi grabs Davi carefully, and tries to lead her to the bathroom, Davi's bladder begging to be emptied, sending waves of desperation that she could feel for almost all of her body, but with her last strength, she tries to walk with Raphi to finally reach the bathroom, during the way from the table to the bathroom, Davi was leaving a somewhat noticeable trail of pee on the floor, while Raphi just smiled un silence while holding Davi… They reached the bathroom, Raphi opened the door, and the first thing Davi caught sight of was a toilet, the long-awaited toilet, Davi smiled slightly, with tears in her eyes, she was finally going to release all that liquid inside her that she had been holding for so long…
...
Before Davi could realize, Raphi stepped forward and sat on the toilet (with her shorts still on) while looking at Davi with a smirk…
Davi: "...R...Raphi..? Q-Que estás….?"
Davi said with her last breath, wondering why Raphi was on the toilet and not her, Davi was the one who was about to explode, not Raphi.
Raphi: "You know? I really looove to see you like this... but one of us must lose this game, right~?"
Immediately after finishing that sentence, Raphi started to play with her pussy, as if she were masturbating, still with that smirk on her face, looking at Davi, who was shaking wildly, begging for help in silence, after a little silence, suddenly …
*Pshhh… PSHHhhhhhshhhhhhh…*
"Ooooohhh ~~"
She had started to pee herself, with her shorts still on, she released a stream of hot pee that began to fall into the toilet bowl, a hissing noise began to flood the bathroom, Raphi didn't need to pee so badly, but just looking at Davi's face was twice as pleasant for her while she did it…
Davi: "..no…a-ahh... e-esto n-no…"
...
*SsssShh.. SSSSSHhhhh…*
"NO .. NO P-PLEASE.. N-N-NOT THIS, NOT... NOW.., WHYYY"
Davi started crying ... the noise of the pee in the room, the smell, the feeling … Davi's bladder was at the most critical point, it stopped turning into despair to become torture, the feeling of all the liquid inside Davi, all the waves and spasms they ran through each and every corner of Davi's body, she could barely stand upright, her leaks were becoming uncontrollable, her panties weren't soaked anymore, they were flooded, and even her shorts, which were wet from her crotch to her thighs, her mind couldn't even focus on speaking English, all she thought about was the noise of Raphi's pee falling into the toilet, as the puddle under her feet started to get bigger, with no indication of stopping at some point...
Davi: "Esto… N-No es justo.. No lo es..! aa-aaahh-! Yo… y-yo había… ganado esto! Nnngg.. P-Por.. qué?!"
Davi said through tears with her last strength, she crossed and brought her legs together in every possible way, she even put her hands under her shorts and panties, putting her fingers in her wet pussy, with one last hope of stop the continuous streams of pee that she was leaking, without any success… Raphi had a smile almost from ear to ear, as she bit her lip when she saw Davi sooo desperate, she thought she had all her fun, as she kept making noise with her pee to give Davi the last push to her poor and full bladder…
Raphi: "Ooooh ~! How good it feels ... Ahhh ~ I would like to do this all day!"
Raphi said, as she made a relieved face and relaxed her muscles, while in her mind, she became more and more excited to see Davi in her last limits. Davi, about to fall to her knees, she clings with one hand to the sink next to her, her legs were limp, shaking as if she were having a continuous spasm…
*sssssSSSSHHH… SHHHshh-*
Davi: "Ahhh,.. ohh Dios- I-I'm not going to… to… Nnhggg~~
Davi couldn't take it anymore, all the efforts she made to support herself, to avoid falling, seemed to make no difference, and towards her torture even worse, her face represented pure desperation, The sensation of her pulsating bladder could be felt throughout her body, it seemed that her body was already letting the liquid come out on its own without some kind of control… It was her end, or so she believed .. no, she felt it, she could only whisper for help, and moan at the sensation of her body to the point of not being able to stay, And listening to Raphi only made her lose herself more and more…
*drip… drip…*
a couple of drops fell, but they weren't from her panties, or her shorts, or Raphi's ... they were drops that had fallen from…
Davi: "T… The... s-sink…
Raphi: "What happened baby, don't you have something to do here~?
Raphi, who had already stopped peeing, kept looking and teasing Davi, who no longer had the strength to stand up by herself, although she was a little confused, since he did not hear well what Davi was whispering…
While Davi, she had a whirlwind of thoughts in her head, throwing herself on top of Raphi, or just letting it go? or ... Using the sink.. unfortunately for her, she didn't have the strength to move without continuing wetting herself…
*drip… drip… drip...*
*SssshhhHh.. SHHhhh-*
Davi: "nnngh~ mmmnnh.."
Davi was stunned by the sound of the drops coming from the sink, the sensation and extreme need she had to pee were uncontrollable at this point …
there was a sudden silence ..
…
"...drip…"
Davi: "N-NO P-PUEDO… N-NO PUEDO.. AGUANTAR MÁS... NO PUEDO!!!!"
Davi lost her sanity, as soon as she heard that last drop, she somehow drew her strength, and began to pull down desperately her piss-soaked shorts and panties…
*..SsshhSPSSSSSSHHHHHHH~~*
Davi: "A-AHHHH~ OH GOD- "
As soon as Davi began to move, a cascade of pee began to gush out of her, with the power of a fire hose, all that liquid shot out of her without having a chance to react, completely flooding the floor. Between moans, tears, and her trembling body, she ran wildly up to the sink, colliding with everything that was above there, leaning against the mirror behind her, she finally sat up, and Davi succumbed to the pressure…
*HISSSSSHHHHHSSSSHHHH~~~*
Davi: "OOOOOHHH~~~ OHH D-DIOS MÍO~~!
The sound of pee gushing against the porcelain of the sink, And Davi's loud moans completely flooded the room (and the floor itself) Davi could only support himself against the mirror so as not to fall, she didn't care anymore about nothing more than to finally release her full bladder
Meanwhile Raphi, was blushing, with a smile from ear to ear looking how Davi just did it in front of her, no doubt that Raphi had gotten horny when she saw her, still with her hand on her shorts, she started rubbing her pussy a bit, while still watching the show…
*SSSHHHHHHHSHHHHHHHH~~~*
Davi: "Ooooohhhh~ Que alivio~ s-se siente tan.. bieeen~~"
Davi's mind was completely gone, she was only thinking of her relief, releasing all that liquid that has been pressed for so long inside her, it was similar to a state of hypnosis which she couldn't react to, she certainly felt too good…
As Davi continued to pee, I felt like I was running out of air, so she lifted her red shirt, which was also a bit wet, in which you could see (in addition to not wearing a bra) her bulging bladder, which was coming back to normal, but very, very slowly, it's very sure that Davi does not last a short time peeing to be honest..
Raphi: "...Is this for real? Is this really happening?! Wooahhh~~"
Raphi was so surprised, as she did not expect Davi to have a bulging bladder, and even so big, she was so amazed, as she bit her lips watching her, she got up from the toilet with her soaked shorts, and ran towards Davi, who was not paying attention to absolutely nothing but her relief, her mind was literally elsewhere..
Raphi: "Ohhh girl, is this all you've been holding on to ~? Sooo cute~~ but how about some help for this little water balloon..?"
Immediately, Raphi began to poke Davi's bladder, as if she was pushing it, Likewise, she puts her hand on Davi's groin, slowly going towards her pussy, giving her a few rubs
Davi was ... In a state of ecstasy, a mixture of feelings of extreme relief and excitement made her forget everything that was around her, even forgetting how to speak English, she felt that her soul transcended to heaven (or hell, because the world hates her), only thanking any entity that existed above everyone else to get free, while Raphi continued to observe everything, every drop coming out of Davi and touching her little by little to the point that it looked like she was jerking her off. After a couple of minutes, the long stream of pee finally managed to stop..
*SSSSSsssssshhhhhhhhh…*
Davi, even for her cinnamon skin, It looked completely red, as she finished peeing, she even felt like she was short of breath, while trying to regain consciousness and recover from dizziness a bit, when she looked down she realized that Raphi was almost on top of her, touching her pussy in a lewd way, flushed with a smirk on her face.
Davi: "R-Raphi… What the hell are you.. doing..?
Davi said, with a somewhat annoyed expression, but still flushed with what happened and what Raphi is doing to her.
Raphi: "I'm just "feeling" the show more closely haha~ how do you feel now girl~?
Raphi said, while looking at Davi's red face with a most lewd expression, you can tell that she did it to tease her.
Davi: "... I'm going to give you 5 seconds.. T-To keep playing what You want.. and back away before I slap you.."
Although Davi was upset for the situation that Raphi put her in.. Being in front of Raphi, seeing her tits is like a dream... Well, she usually dreams it backwards, but it works the same for her.. although she was trying to hide it, her crotch was very sensitive, and she was starting to feel a continuous tingle, she already knew what was "coming" so she just leans on the mirror again to give Raphi the pleasure and end this once and for all.
Raphi: It is very sweet of you to let me do this babe, Im going to take advantage of this veeery well .. "
Right away, Raphi sticks two fingers in Davi's pussy, and begins to put them in and out repeatedly quickly, while Davi looks at her angrily, because she knew that Raphi was going to do it, but it was too late for Davi to regret it, her inner juice was starting to come out and there was no stopping for a hot Raphi..
Davi: "Ahhh.. J-Joder- MMNHH~~!
*SPLOOSHHH!!*
Before Davi could react, she started squirting everywere, they weren't as strong as the waterfall from earlier, but they were enough to soak Raphi, who was having it like never at this moment.
Raphi: "Hmmmm.. that was quick, but at the same time sooo enjoyable~~
Said Raphi, while looking at Davi she started sucking her fingers in a very horny way to taste Davi's love juice, without a doubt the situation was getting higher and higher, but before Raphi tried to do something else with Davi, she brings her down from her cloud with a well-given slap in her face.
Davi: "I should have given you harder, look at what to play with my limits to take me to this extreme, and that you tell me precocious…"
Davi said as she tried to dry her legs a bit, and checked her completely flooded panties and shorts, Raphi can see in Davi's face that she was quite upset, as always happens when someone bothers her, as an irascible person that she is.
Raphi: "Chill girl, You know I always like to play with you, like you always try to do with me, don't you? =3"
Davi just stays quiet, since the original plan was to make Raphi desperate and enjoy herself anyway, she only blushed and look away while trying to see how she could dry her clothes.
Raphi felt that she deserved that slap, After all, she the one who was teasing Davi the whole time. And that since it was all over, it was time to try to make Davi feel better.
Raphi: "Just take that off, I'm going to help you find clothes, I need to change anyway, maybe we can bathe together, what you think~?"
She said to Davi, as she took off her wet shorts and panties, and her shirt, making her huge tits fall and bounce, showing Davi her fully naked body.
Davi: "R-Really?!?!?!"
Davi yelled and smiles immediately, and her nose let out a stream of blood, while Davi looked for her glasses to see her well. It was to be expected that her pervert girl instinct would avoid having some kind of resentment against such a pretty girl like Raphi. Right away, Raphi joins David's half-naked body, and while she gropes her butt a little, she begins to whisper to her:
Raphi: "Sure.. But first, could you help me make a lemonade too? I'm thirsty after such a show… And make sure you close the bathroom well, I don't think I'll get in here for a while =3
Davi was just smiling, while her face was red, and she felt Raphi's tits and her erect nipples together to her .. without a doubt, even if it didn't turn out as expected, it will be an amazing adventure to remember, or to write about it in a little story to upload it on a page to comment on the experience to other people
Davi: "H-Hey, haven't you seen the drawing I made yet? I could show it to you while we make the lemonade, I really don't want it to be wasted work.."
She said to Raphi, while trying to wipe the blood from her nose without Raphi noticing, although it seems that Raphi already saw it all this day.
Raphi: "Sure! I'm sure it will have turned out well, I was modeling anyway lol"
Raphi: "By the way... You have a great pussy, I'm not going to lie to you~"
Raphi said, with a lewd look, zhe had already fulfilled one of her goals in life today.
Davi: "S-Shut the fuck up! I-I could have touched myself better than you did It!
Davi said, a little embarrassed, to tell the truth, she liked that Raphi jerked her off, being touched by the hands of a sexy busty girl is not something that happens every day, and that will surely keep in her memory (and the compliment to her pussy too)
Raphi: "Well, come on then?
Raphi said, as she tried to put her hands in the Davi's butt again.
Davi: "Keep that horny hand when we are taking a bath, at least let me show you the drawing first .."
Davi said, as they left the bathroom, where Davi and Raphi had left their wet panties together, to have more fun later… 😉
-The End-
(You can ask what you want about the story and the characters! 😄)
Edited July 13, 2021 by AlphaHyoudou
Correction in text colors
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Decided to write a fanfic based on the most recent book I’ve read. Tried my best to imitate Margaret Atwood’s style; hope it turns out right.
Sheets. Not the gleaming silky ones you would find in hotel rooms in the times before, nor the crisp white ones I had got used to in my room - my room, as I would call it now; it seemed like heaven, compared to the room I am in now. They are grubby, stiff, with wriggly pale blue stripes that cover it like creeks on a barren landscape. A tiny window. Conveniently located in a place I cannot see while lying on my bed. I lie most of the time, stepping sideways out of my own time, out of my time, though I have no idea how much time I have left. At times when the sun blazes blood red in the mid-December afternoon, its rays seep through the window left ajar and, given the right angle, create the effect that the sheets are creeping with wriggly pale blue maggots.
A breeze squeezes its way through the crack of the window, along with the crimson sunset. The breeze visits me every day; I could not shut the window since it was locked in that uncomfortable ajar position, forced to welcome everything demanding to enter the ward, including but not limited to breezes, bugs, butterflies, beautiful vague memories of the distant and even recent past, and so on. The breeze billows my hair, all tangled and messy, in an unruly manner I am surprised the Aunts would tolerate in this place where everything is rationed and highly disciplined. I cannot remember the last time I combed my hair, but I am pretty sure it was before I was sent here, for my comb was taken away from my already small bundle of belongings as soon as I was checked in by the Guardians. I cannot cut it either; they have taken away anything sharper than a well-used pencil, so no scissors for me.
By “anything sharper than a well-used pencil”, they refer to anything literally, and potentially, sharper than that; by “potentially” they refer to glasses and porcelain, so my cup is made of wood and, obviously, no toilet for me as toilets are made of porcelain. It’s for your protection, said Aunt Lydia when I first arrived and looked at her with a question in my eyes when I noticed the absence of a toilet. It’s for your own good.
The only thing abundant in the room is water. Drinking water. Flowing out from a tap every time you turn it on, regardless of when, regardless of how long. Food is minimal, barely enough to keep you from starving. A woman who had failed in the simple job of breeding does not deserve to eat, perhaps. Having nothing to do and nothing to eat naturally means drinking water absentmindedly, and drinking too much water, well, means needing a toilet sooner or later.
So I lie on my bed with maggoty sheets, trying to feel anything at all, even “feeling” itself, until I begin to be teased, harassed, and gradually engulfed with a feeling coming from my lower abdomen. From my bladder. I hesitate to call it “desperation”, for it reminds me of the few, but real, happy days from my pregnancy, when I was exempt from the walks and despite needing to visit the toilet every so often found it enjoyable. Like I finally had some value, something for the Marthas and even Serena Joy to envy about. Yet now desperation is desperation alone, without the gossips of the Marthas, the occasional looks from Serena Joy over her cigarette, or the bulge in my belly. It is simply desperation on its own, like a puppet dangling on a lonely string, and I am unable to do anything about it. Relieving myself is not an option since peeing anywhere other than a toilet would mean being hanged on that wall the very next day, and there is no toilet.
I twisted and turned in bed, gripping the sheets, rubbing my hand over my clothes. Oh, the clothes on me. Aunt Lydia had brought it to me in a bundle and literally undressed and redressed me herself, piling my red ankle-length dress and white bonnet on the floor with a heavy thud. This new uniform, she said, are for my own good and for the good of other Handmaids, as it separates them from the one who had had a miscarriage. I wonder why they still call it a uniform since it is hardly anything more than random pieces of striped gray rags freshly fished out from the garbage bin. Nick probably used them to wipe the black van, who knows. Thin. Very thin. The only thing I like about it are its long sleeves that are barely enough to keep me from catching pneumonia in the freezing December wind.
Coldness and desperation do not mix. Times may have changed but this simple stupid fact has not; and how I wish it has. Soon twisting and turning do not help either and I have to sit up in bed crossing my legs, not stepping sideways anymore, being forced back into reality by the feeling of pressure in my bladder, while ironically to feel something is the exact thing I crave for. I did not specify good or bad feeling though; anyway, I have long lost the ability to tell them apart. Perhaps the reason my desperation laments me is the fact that it, along with countless other things, signifies the lack of something. A toilet. The freedom to control when to relieve oneself. Control over one’s body. Control.
For how many times I lost count I glance around the room. No tables. No chairs. When a Martha comes in to take my blood pressure every morning - a different Martha each time, albeit it makes no difference since I am not allowed to speak to anyone anyway - she has to sit on my bed, which squealed under the weight of two. The bed is made of thin wooden panels you could buy at some stores during the old times. Good for nothing except for such beds in such wards, I suppose. I think the store was called Home Depot, and the day when people go shopping for discounts was called Black Friday, but my memory is failing me. Especially when I am this desperate and sweat is beading on my forehead and running down into my eyes.
It is impossible to write. Impossible. Not only because writing of any kind is forbidden, Not only because there are no tables or chairs, but also because there is nothing, absolutely nothing, to write about. Wooden paneled bed, maggoty sheets, a broken window, a door which never opens to reveal anyone I bother to care about, blinding white walls which reflect the blinding white lights leaving no inch out, a single slip of paper stuck to the foot of my bed I only managed to catch a glimpse once and reads something like “Miscarriage - Temporarily Deprived of Handmaid Status”, and my own desperation, my own desperation which feels too hollow and empty to deserve even a letter being put on paper for its own sake. Nothing else. Nothing.
Or there is something. A leak. A gasp followed by me as my plain white cotton panties dampened. It is a gasp out of sheer surprise, not fear, for fear like so many emotions is a luxury I dare not dream of. Following the gasp is the creaking of the door, following the creaking a Martha, holding the catheter I am all too familiar of. That, like everything else, has become my new norm, my new definition of peeing, not with my own muscles but with help from outside, from the state, from Gilead. Control, I recall Aunt Lydia saying, is something you will sooner or later hand over, and the sooner you do that, the better. The Martha opens my legs and inserts the catheter in such a practiced manner that I do not have a chance to leak any more drops. Relief. Finally registered among my list of feelings that day. I let out a moan. Moaning is still allowed.
Which is when the door creaked again, at a time no other Marthas would come in with the catheter, no Guardians would come in to check if anyone is misbehaving, no other Handmaids would come to visit - they never do anyway.
- I have not heard anything from either the Commander or Serena Joy since I was brought here. But who knows? |
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It was only the second week of the academic year, and I was already bedridden. Perfect.
Well, not quite bedridden; I could still drag myself around the house like a sloth. Whatever I’d picked up- Fresher’s Flu, as Becky had diagnosed me- had come on over the weekend, and by Monday it was bad enough that I was forced to concede defeat. There was no way I was getting on that bus into campus in my condition.
So instead I’d reported myself sick and tried to get back to sleep, but my room was stuffy and small and I was never good at napping while the sun was up. Defeated, I had lumbered downstairs and stretched out on a sofa as my new housemates left for class, one by one, telling me to feel better soon on their way out. At least sick days had been vastly improved since I was young- the whole Netflix catalogue made for much better viewing than flicking through a few dozen channels and hoping one of them was showing something decent.
That was where I stayed for most of the day, flicking lazily through my phone while keeping one eye on The Office. Every now and then I would get up and walk to either the kitchen or the bathroom. Neither were more than a few metres. The ground floor of our surprisingly well-furnished student house happened to be pretty much open-plan. From the sofa in the living room I could see the front door, downstairs bathroom and garden. The kitchen sat just over my shoulder. The only interior walls on the entire bottom floor were the ones designed to stop you from seeing anyone on the toilet. I usually preferred to go in the quieter upstairs bathroom, but today there was no need.
It was just starting to get dark when the sound of a key in the lock announced the first of my new housemates returning home. Violet was a tall, slim girl with chestnut hair that hung down to her waist. She stood well over six feet, and a strip of ankle was always showing where she struggled to find trousers long enough for her legs. Yet despite that, there was a certain grace to the way she moved, and a thoughtfulness in her eyes. I often thought that if a giraffe took human form, they would look something like Violet.
She stepped through the door in skin-tight denim jeans that accentuated a butt she had good reason to show off. Above the belt, an indigo crop-top left her perfectly flat belly exposed. Violet wore crop-tops like they were going out of fashion; one of the first things I ever noticed about her was her belly button, which was barely a hole at all, but more like a swirl of smooth, cream skin. Then there were her breasts. Becky had drunkenly whispered to me once that boobs that heavy on a girl that tall were what she called a chiropractor's dream.
From the moment she closed the door, I could tell that something was off. She carried two plastic bags in each hand, and heavy ones at that, bulging with freshly-bought food... but there was something more to it. Violet didn't walk in so much as shuffle, legs wedged tightly together. Still, there was nothing unusual about the smile she gave me as she carried her shopping past me and to the kitchen.
"Feeling better?"
I turned to get a better angle. "A bit. Thanks". I answered her question, but in reality I was preoccupied with trying to figure her out.
"How was the lecture?"
Violet rolled her eyes. "Boring," she grumbled, "and pointless. It could have been an email, I reckon". Now she looked even more unnatural in her posture, almost as if she was shifting from foot to foot while she unloaded the bags. I could see only her top half- those long legs were behind the kitchen table- but her heavy breasts were unmistakably jiggling as she moved. I felt my nipples stir beneath my bra and forced myself to look at her face instead. There was a distracted quality in what were usually calm, still blue eyes.
I let her keep unpacking without saying much more, but by then I was pretty sure I knew what was going on. I knew exactly how it felt to come home needing to pee, but we'd only known each other a week, so she could be forgiven for not wanting to make it obvious by abandoning her shopping and heading straight for the bathroom. Besides, by my assessment, she couldn't be that desperate. The toilet was a few metres away, and Violet kept on unpacking the food, slotting it away into one of our two silver fridges or her cupboard.
I unpaused The Office, not wanting her to think I was watching. Sure enough, though, as soon as all of the groceries were unpacked she crossed back through my line of view and into the little bathroom. Maybe I was imagining it, but I was sure there was an element of panic in the way she moved, as if she was speed-walking to quell her aching bladder. I heard the bolt slide shut behind her. Then, a few seconds later, the faint, muffled sound of wee hitting the water began. Even over the TV, I knew that noise too well.
I didn't want to be listening in- it felt wrong to eavesdrop on what was supposed to be a private moment for a girl I barely knew- but it was impossible to pretend I didn't hear it. And the flow went on for a very long time. By that measure, she really had been desperate. When the toilet eventually flushed and she emerged from the room, I tried to read Violet's face. If she was trying to hide the relief from her expression, she wasn't doing a great job.
She went up to get changed soon after, and I found myself wondering if her underwear had stayed entirely dry.
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I'd always liked Halloween. Never in an obsessive, hyper-decorative, spend-hours-making-your-costume kind of way, but I used to love it as a kid, even though we only went trick-or-treating a few times. My memories of that day each year tended to blend into one, all a melting pot of pumpkin smell and sweets and TV specials. In my mind, Halloween came and the sun never came up, from morning to night again, and some time around five people would start knocking on the door with bags and bowls to fill up until it was time to turn off the lights again.
And this was my first Halloween away from home, suddenly hundreds of miles away from my family and the house where I'd grown up. It felt strange. For the first time in my life, I didn't have any candy waiting by the door to give out to hopeful kids. For one thing, it seemed unlikely that there would be any trick-or-treating in a run-down Student neighbourhood in the heart of the city at night. For another, even if anyone did come by, we were sure that the music from the party we were throwing would encourage them not to knock.
But I'd still at least found the time to sit down and catch one of the Halloween specials of Friends whilst waiting for the party prep to start, and that's where I was when the knock on the door came at six 'o' clock. It was a frantic knock, three raps in quick succession, as if the person outside was in a rush to get in. I got up and took the few steps towards the door, and when I opened it I wasn't at all surprised to see one of my housemates outside, fidgeting like a loon.
Freyja was named after the Norse Goddess of beauty, sex and war, and she had the right look for all three. Redheaded, with flawless smooth skin and eyes that could pierce armour, she was someone who found almost as much ease in finding boyfriends as she did dumping them. I'd seen Freyja at work at parties and clubs, and it was remarkable how much she changed when she was around guys. At times it could be like knowing two different people. Dating was chess to her. At home, when it was just her and her housemates, she wasn't so tough.
The other part of Freyja that didn't seem to be particularly tough was her bowels. I'd known her for not even two months, but even I'd noticed that the girl pooped a lot. We all knew her routine by now: one dump in the morning, about ten minutes after she'd had her coffee, and another after she got in from her study group around five. Except she must have been delayed, because today she was home an hour late. And judging by the way she was standing, knees bent, legs dancing, she hadn't found anywhere to take her afternoon crap so far.
“Thank you,” she said, “I forgot my key again”. Freyja closed the door behind her and started to take off some clothes. It was a chilly day and she’d dressed accordingly: thick black gloves, a red scarf and a beanie hat all came off one by one, followed by a coat heavy enough to smother Violet’s skinny frame. All the time she was removing her outdoor clothes, the girl kept squirming, making no secret of the fact that she needed the loo. She was not one for shyness where the bathroom was concerned. Freyja preferred to wear her heart- and her overactive bowels- on her sleeve.
When she'd hung up all of her clothes, she started to run- not walk, run- to the bathroom opposite. She took long, quick steps, clenched fists swinging like pendulums on either side as she moved. Not for the first time, I reflected that she was lucky nobody was in the bathroom when she'd got home. Making it up the stairs to our other bathroom in her state was no guarantee. When Freyja had to go, she usually had to go pretty bad. So I decided to have some fun. I don't know exactly what made me call out to her.
"Freyja, wait!" I said, just as she was about to close the bathroom door. She turned to me, eyes wide.
"This had better be good, I'm dying for a shit," she said, hopping from one foot to the other and then back again. If her legs were pressed any closer together she could be a ballet dancer, I thought.
"Sorry," I said, faking nerves, "it's just... I need to tell you something". I twiddled my fingers around each other and took a few timid steps towards her. My acting must have been better than I thought- she looked genuinely concerned.
"What is it?"
"I need to tell you..." I drew it out a little longer, enjoying myself; Freyja was literally shaking from the effort of keeping her cheeks clenched. There was a long, long pause. Then I stuck out my tongue. "I need to tell you that I'm messing with you. Go for a shit".
Freyja's face melted into thunder. Wordlessly, she flipped me the bird, whirled around and closed the bathroom door behind her. All she left with me was a case of giggles and the faint smell of silent, but very deadly, farts that she'd let slip out.
I was standing closer to the bathroom door than I had any reason to be, so I heard every little detail: the plastic seat hitting porcelain with a loud clatter, Freyja unzipping the front of her tight jeans and pulling them down to her ankles, her taking a seat, and then...
A noise so loud that the whole house could probably have heard it even if the music had already started. I'd known Freyja was not a quiet shitter, but this was on another level. Some god-like cross between a fart and a bucket of water being poured into the bowl rang out through the crack under the door. There was a huge, totally unashamed moan of relief from the girl inside, who as far as I could tell was currently taking one of the biggest craps a human being had ever managed. I couldn't help but laugh, picturing her sat there, a total prisoner to her body. And to think I had held her up...
I tried to imagine what would have happened if I'd kept Freyja there for another few seconds. A ruined pair of underwear, for sure. Maybe worse. Probably culminating with my head on a spike outside her room.
Smiling, I went back to the kitchen to pour myself another drink.
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I think it goes without saying that I hadn't planned to spend Bonfire night alone, but my lecturer had seen fit to set us an early morning exam on November sixth, so I found myself in a dark, empty house, watching Netflix again on the TV in the living room while Fireworks crackled outside. My housemates had begged me to come out with them- there was a party just across the street- but I'd just about held firm. Turning up drunk wasn't likely to be a good look for me, and I needed my first real test to go well.
I was close to calling it a night when I heard a key in the front door. The sound made me sit up a little straighter. It couldn't have been later than midnight, which was hours before I'd expected anyone back. Was something wrong?
Whoever it was was taking a while to get in. I could hear them fumbling with the lock as I paused the TV. Just as I was about to get up to open the door for them, though, it swung open quietly, throwing a woman's silhouette against the indigo sky for a fraction of a second.
Then Becky stepped in and flicked the switch, and the illusion was gone. I winced away from the sudden flood of light as she closed the door behind her with a careless crash. When I opened my eyes again, she was wiping rain-dampened feet on the welcome mat, leaning on the coat stand with one hand for support. It toppled under her weight and she barely kept her footing.
Becky was everything Violet was not- short where she was tall, stocky where she was slim, olive-skinned where the other was pale. Busy, bushy hair hung tied up behind her head. The only things they had in common were heavy, full breasts and a fondness for drinking games and loud music.
Clearly, she was drunk, but I was puzzled as to why she'd come home alone, and so early. Then I clocked the dark patch on the front of her jeans. It was at least the size of an orange, and markedly darker than the rest of the denim. In the harsh light that she'd just dropped us under, the telltale sign was unmistakable that she'd had a little too much booze at the party.
Becky kicked off her shoes and started towards the bathroom. Halfway across the room, she spotted me there, lying under a blanket on the sofa. Her eyes focused on something for the first time.
"I didn't see you there at all," she said. Her voice was just a little slurred, but the words seemed to come out easily enough.
"Good night?" I asked, stifling a yawn with one hand.
She walked past me as she talked, clearly eager to get to the toilet. "Yeah, big queue for the toilet though. Had to come home before I pissed myself". Her heavyset frame had disappeared over my shoulder.
Should I say anything? I debated it only briefly. Of course I should. “Looks like you did piss yourself,” I teased, “at least a little bit”.
She laughed from the bathroom. I couldn't see her from where I was lying, facing so my head saw only the door and the TV. Already Becky was peeing a furious stream into the bowl, and she didn't hold back the sigh of relief that followed.
"That happened just down the road," she informed me, "you know how it is when you're desperate, the closer you get, the harder it is to hold in".
"I know exactly what you mean," I said with a rueful smile. By now the conversation was being soundtracked by the last of her pee trickling into the water. It felt weird to have a conversation with someone sitting behind my head, but I didn't want to turn over on the off-chance that being watched on the toilet creeped her out. Then again, she was the one who'd left the door open...
In the end I didn't need to move, because Becky got off the pot without flushing and reemerged into the now well-lit living room. She was butt-naked from the waist down. If she had any objection to me seeing her ass, or the dark mass of pubic hair that she wore, she didn't show any signs of discomfort. In her arms she carried her jeans and panties, bundled up tight.
She must have seen me looking at the soiled clothes, because she said "I didn't want to pull them back on, they're all wet and cold. I'll wash them tomorrow".
I saw a glistening on her crotch where she'd apparently forgotten to wipe and made myself look at her eyes instead. "You sure you want to leave them?"
"What do you mean?"
It was hard to keep a grin from my face. "Well, for me it wouldn't be an issue, but with you weeing in them... who knows how bad it might smell tomorrow?"
Becky made a face somewhere between outrage and an effort not to laugh. With one hand, she flung the pink panties right at me. They landed softly just below my chin; I'd been teasing her, but they really did have a strong pee smell to them up close. I tossed them back like they were a grenade, and soon we were both laughing hard.
"Fuck you," she told me, picking them back off the floor. She was either too drunk to realise that she was flashing me her bare bum when she bent over, or she was the kind of person who just didn't much care. Either way, though, I was pretty sure she didn't know that her pussy was peeking out of the gap between her legs. In an instant, she'd straightened up and it was gone again.
"Night," she said, without looking over her shoulder.
"Night," I called back. I watched her climb the stairs half-naked and, when she was out of sight, turned with a yawn to play the last few minutes of the episode. |
Mornings in our house could be hectic at the best of times, but there was a particular kind of chaos in those which came the day after a party, but when everyone still had classes to get to. That was the reality of November 6th, when I found myself sitting on the sofa eating cereal while three hungover zombies shambled around the place trying to get themselves together in time to catch the bus into campus. I'd been dressed and ready to go for half an hour, so there was nothing left to do but enjoy my breakfast in peace.
Violet had already come and gone, wrapped in a dressing gown, to get a glass of water before heading back upstairs to shower. A few minutes later, Becky turned up and rushed past me into the bathroom. "I need a poo so bad," she'd complained, and I hadn't seen her in the five minutes since.
Freyja was the last to show her face. She hobbled down the stairs in an impressive state. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes groggy from sleep, and she was still in the same clothes she’d worn to the party the night before, minus the jacket and shoes. Her left hand was buried in her crotch, grasping and squeezing her pussy like she was trying to find some handle to grab on to. She walked hunched over, limping just enough that it was noticeable, and her whole body bounced as she walked. I had no doubt she'd had plenty to drink the night before- by the looks of things, the redhead had also forgotten to use the toilet before bed. Waking up desperate after a night of heavy drinking was an experience none of us were unfamiliar with, but for Freyja it seemed to be a regular occurrence.
"Don't you dare laugh," she said hotly, "I just woke up about to piss the bed. I've had to walk downstairs like this".
I spread my hands defensively. "I wasn't going to laugh," I lied, "are you alright?"
When Freyja saw that the downstairs bathroom was locked, she groaned. "Fuck, Violet's showering in the other one". She limped over to it and banged on the door. I couldn't help noticing that she never once stopped squeezing her pussy, as if she was worried that she'd soak her pants there and then if she stopped. "Becky? Can you please hurry up?"
I couldn't hear the exact words of Becky's reply, but it didn't take a genius to work out that she was saying she needed a few more minutes. Freyja let out a frustrated groan and went back to squirming on the spot. She leant on the wall with one hand and her feet took turns in lifting and lowering, like she was jogging in slow motion without really going anywhere. Her fingers dug so hard into her crotch that I was surprised she didn't give herself a camel toe. "I really can't hold it much longer," she groaned, jiggling restlessly.
I felt for her, but Becky was probably having just as bad a time in the bathroom as Freyja was outside of it. We all knew by now how bad Becky had to poop in the mornings after she'd drunk a lot, and when she got to the toilet, it was far from a pleasant experience. She was probably as good as glued to the seat in there. I knew I didn't envy whoever had to go in after her- when I'd done it before, the smell alone had been enough to make me never want to touch alcohol again.
Just as I was about to ask Freyja if she needed to pee in the sink, the girl stopped fidgeting all at once.
"Fuck," she hissed, taking a step back from the wall. I could only see her back, but that was all I needed to know that she was losing control. Then again: "Fuck!"
The back of her jeans bloomed from blue to navy, a stain spreading like wildfire. Within seconds she was soaked from her crack to her inner thighs, and rivulets streaked down as far as the ankles. That vice-like grip on her pussy had only done so much. Hot pee was flowing indiscriminately through the gaps between her fingers and cascading onto the floorboards below. She looked a mess, desperately trying to stem the flow. For a while the only sounds were her heavy breathing and the soft patter of pee on the wood beneath her bare feet. Then she groaned again. "Argh, nooooo. I can't stop it".
"Might as well finish now, mate," I said quietly, "at least you'll feel better".
I saw the change in posture as she took my advice. Her shoulders sagged, her head bowed and she stopped trying to fight it.
When it was done, there was barely a square inch of her jeans that wasn't clinging wetly to her skin- front or back.
"I can't believe I just pissed myself," she moaned, "bloody hell, I haven't pissed myself since I was little". It was strange for me to hear her sounding so upset.
"It happens to everyone," I told her unhelpfully.
She gave me a look that said she appreciated the thought, but that she didn't want to hear my sympathies. "Not to me," she said. Then she leaned towards the bathroom door. "Take your time, Becky, it's not an emergency anymore".
When Freyja moved towards the kitchen, I could hear the squelch of her drenched socks with each footstep. Bizarrely, I found myself wondering if they were still warm. Just as Becky had the night before, my housemate seemed eager to get out of her wet clothes as soon as possible- although these were quite a bit wetter. For the first time since she'd dressed for the party, those jeans came off, along with a black thong that I'd never expected to see a girl like her in. They were bunged with her socks in the washing machine.
This time I did turn to watch.
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December came by quicker than any of us expected, and along with it our first real houseguest of the year. Four advent calendars hung on one wall of the living room, which was where I was sleeping for the weekend. Violet was in my bed, and her little sister Tia had been given Violet's room. I'd insisted that I would be the one to sleep on the sofa, not least because I liked the spaciousness of the room and the comfy cushions. My room was a little too cramped and stuffy for my liking, and the window muffled little sound.
Despite being a year younger than her sister, Tia was still old enough to get drunk, and that was exactly what we'd done the night before. The clubs would be packed on a Friday night so we stayed at home, playing card games and word games and generally filling ourselves with just about every kind of booze we owned. She was taking a gap year and seemed to revel in seeing the kind of nights that awaited her every weekend once she was in a house of her own. And- much to my pleasant surprise- she was plenty of fun.
I was woken up by the sunlight, but it wasn't long after that that Becky came trotting down the stairs, distress clear on her face. She was in bubblegum pink pyjamas, loose-fitting and almost childlike. One hand was pressed cartoonishly against her bum, while the other clutched the bannister to guide her down. In my grogginess, it took me a few seconds to figure out what was going on. Then I remembered- Becky always needed to take a dump after a night of drinking. It was as reliable as the sun coming up in the morning. The smell of farts seemed to hang in the air around her.
I noticed that, despite her obvious need to get to the bathroom quickly, Becky was tip-toeing as quietly as she could. In our house it was easy to be woken up by people moving around downstairs. I had to admire her selflessness.
She looked me dead in the eyes and mouthed something to me. I wasn't a hundred per cent sure, but it looked like she was saying I'm gonna poo myself. Now that the banister was gone, she used her free hand to rub a bloated belly that was grumbling noisily.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, concerned. My reply came in the form of a fart, barely-audible but definitely real. It slipped out and was muffled by her pyjama bottoms.
"No," she hissed back, "can't take big steps". It had taken her almost a minute to get just halfway to the bathroom thanks to the way she was waddling.
"Touching cloth?"
Becky nodded at me. "Big time," she whispered, and I couldn't hide a silent laugh. "I'm surprised I didn't sleep right through it".
"Has that happened to you before?" I asked.
Before she could reply, I realised that Becky was growing a tail. She swore under her breath, but it seemed that her hand wasn't enough to keep the poo in anymore. Her mess was finally forcing itself out of her, and soon she had a four-inch tent in the back of her bottoms. "Fuck it, I can't make it," she decided aloud. With the next step, her 'tail' broke off and fell to nestle in the crotch of her bottoms. They sagged down in the middle like someone had dropped a snooker ball down there. The now-useless hand came away, and a second later the sag got deeper as another log slid out and landed on the pile. That patch of thin fabric was darker now than the rest, not quite brown but it was clear enough that there was something brown lurking just behind it.
Already I could smell it, thick and earthy. I knew I should be grossed out watching someone crap themselves right in front of me, but the feeling of disgust never even crossed my mind. It seemed perfectly normal to me that someone whose bowels were so ruined by booze might have the occasional accident. In a way, I was surprised this was the first time I'd ever seen her mess herself. I'd witnessed more than enough close calls.
All of a sudden it was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Becky still couldn't walk normally thanks to the heavy load weighing down her bottoms- she had to hold them up at the waistband to keep them from slipping down to her ankles- but she seemed to move far easier with the fullness of her colon evacuated.
"Come in with me?" she asked quietly, jerking her head towards the bathroom, "I don't wanna wake the others up by talking too loud".
I closed the bathroom door behind us as quietly and slowly as I could, and when I turned around Becky was carefully dropping the turds from the seat of her bottoms into the water. One splashed loudly, while the other hit the porcelain with a noticeable thud. Then she turned, sat down and started have her morning wee, explaining to me what had happened while I perched on the edge of the bath.
"I woke up absolutely bursting," she said, "like, I think there was a log already sticking out when I got out of bed. But I think Tia was in the upstairs bathroom. So I tried to get downstairs in time, but I think I knew I wasn't gonna make it".
She stopped peeing abruptly and reached for some toilet paper to wipe with. Then, unexpectedly, she pulled the waistband of her bottoms down to show me the huge brown stain her accident had left behind. "Think this will wash out?"
In truth, I had no idea. I'd never needed to wash a poop stain out of cotton before. "Does it usually wash out of those pyjamas?" I asked.
Becky smiled. "I've only had to try once before," she admitted, "but yes, it did... eventually".
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The first time I saw Violet have an accident was on the last day before Christmas break. I was in the kitchen, the only one at the house, packing everything I would need to take back to my family for the next three weeks. There wasn't much. Perishable food was put aside to either be used that night or thrown away, and most of my equipment and cutlery was nothing we didn't have plenty of back at home. I was dressed warm even though I had no plans to leave the building; It was freezing outside and our heating sucked.
Violet herself had ventured out into the cold for the first time in almost a week. From somewhere- we had no idea how, because nobody else seemed to be affected- she'd picked up a stomach bug that had had her running back and forth to the toilet since Tuesday morning. She'd skipped all of her classes, afraid of what might happen if the urge hit while she was on the bus. Violet was not nearly as bold with her toilet habits as Becky or Freyja, but she'd confessed to us that she'd had a few close calls even at home.
The only reason she was risking it on this particular Sunday was because she needed to get down the street to her local bank and deposit some cash so she could afford the train ticket home. I would have gone for her if it was anything else, but the bank needed her there in person. We could only cross our fingers for her.
Around half an hour after she left, Violet texted me. I'd kept my phone nearby in case she needed anything, and what I got was a message that looked hastily written.
Forgot key. Almost home. Open door!!!
I put down my wooden spoon and rushed to the front door, opening it just in time for Violet to storm through with cheeks as red as roses. She'd gone to great lengths to shield herself from the cold and looked to be regretting it now. Unbuttoning her coat was an agonisingly slow process; her gloved hands fumbled with each button for several seconds before she could move on to the next. Beneath it all, her legs were pumping furiously like she was on an exercise bike.
"I'd just left the bank when the urge came on," she explained breathlessly, "I really don't think I can wait any longer". The woman shrugged off her coat and let it fall to the ground, too desperate to worry about hanging it up.
Her inhibitions seemed lower now she was on the verge of an accident, I noticed. Usually it would be rare to hear her admitting to even needing to pee, unless she was drunk. And I'd never heard her say she had to poop except in the form of overly formal euphemism. She'd only told us she had an upset stomach and that she "nearly paid for it a few times".
This was different. She was standing in front of me, openly admitting that she not only needed a shit, but she needed one so badly that there was a question over whether or not she would make it to the toilet in time. As fast as she could manage, Violet's coat, shoes, gloves and scarf were heaped on the doormat and she marched for the bathroom door. I followed close behind, not sure what else to do. There was pain in her expression that could only come from stomach cramps.
The worst part was that she very nearly made it.
She got as far as the bathroom door before it started. With one last moan of pain and anguish, this graceful, dignified woman started to lose control. I could only watch, helpless, while she emptied her bowels into her pants. I'd seen half a dozen or more people mess themselves in my life, but never anything like this before. The sound alone was like nothing I'd heard yet. It was like a long, soaking wet fart, mixed in with a noise that was rather like gravel being poured into a bag. That was when I heard Violet swear for the first time ever.
"Oh, shit," she wailed, feeling the seat of her jeans timidly. I was a few metres behind, but I could imagine how they must feel to her- warm, heavy and strangely thick compared to normal. "I was so close, too".
Sensing how upset she was, I went to give her a hug, but she took a step back to escape my arms. "Don't get too close, I'm really gross-"
I persisted, stepping closer and putting my arms around her shoulders. "It's okay," I told her, "I don't mind. We knew this might happen when you went out".
"It's not that," she said glumly, "it's just- I'm kind of still..."
"I know," I told her, "it's fine. I'll help you clean up". I didn't know how she was going to react, because something told me Violet hadn't had an accident in a very long time. She seemed too proper, too well-put together, to be a regular pants-ruiner. While Freyja had explosive bowels, I'd never seen her poo herself and her bladder was far less strong. Becky, on the other hand, had proven that she was prone to the occasional messing but seemed sturdy when it came to pee.
But Violet was different. I'd rarely seen her desperate and never seen her not make it, and I didn't want her to worry too much. So I led her as gently as I could to the bathroom, closed the door with me outside and went upstairs to grab her some clean clothes. By the time I got back, the shower was running. I left the clothes folded outside the door and sprayed some freshener in the air to mask the smell of her accident.
When she came out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, neither of us mentioned what had happened. |
I was the first to get back after the Christmas holiday, not least because I happened to live closest to the city. I returned to an empty house on Friday, and decided to make the most of the peace and quiet by chilling out in the front room for the weekend, before everyone returned and the drinking and parties resumed in earnest. It had been an interesting few weeks- I'd missed my housemates more than expected, and we'd tried to keep in touch over social media. As much as I like my family, it felt good to be back again.
So I found myself alone on Saturday morning, in a house only a little aided by the weak central heating, lying under a pile of blankets on the living room sofa once again. While my friends liked to spread their free time between here and their bedrooms, I almost exclusively stayed in front of the TV, only using my own space to change, sleep and masturbate. It was too small, too stuffy and too dark in there. Down here the windows were wide, the space was plentiful- and it helped that the bathroom was only a few steps away, too.
That Saturday morning, though, I hadn't counted on any company for at least a few more hours. I was barely even dressed when the sound of a key in the lock made me freeze, half-naked. I drew the blankets up around myself to cover up my top half, thinking it could be the landlord coming to check something or inspect the house.
When Freyja walked in, dragging two huge suitcases behind her, I was hugely relieved. She pulled the cases inside and shut the door, then got straight to kicking off her shoes. The girl moved frantically, as if itching.
"Good Christmas?" I asked, half-amused by the sight of her. She abandoned her shoes by her bags beside the door and turned to me.
There was fire in her cheeks as she tugged off her gloves one by one. "Yeah, but I'll tell you later," she promised, "absolutely gasping for the toilet".
"Freyja, wait," I said, trying my best to keep a straight face, "there's something I need to tell you".
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't you dare try that again". Then she was walking past me, towards the toilet, squirming all the way across the wooden floorboards.
"Wow, you really do look desperate," I mused, watching her go. She rarely squirmed anything like this, especially sober. "How long has it been?"
"Eight hours," she told me, "and it's not just a piss either. God, this is hard to walk". Normally she would have reached the bathroom ten seconds before that point, but she was walking as if an invisible man was holding her back, dragging her by the shoulders to keep her away. "I've never needed both things this bad at the same time before". She was getting closer, though, and soon enough she was inside the bathroom. I noticed that she didn't bother closing the door, possibly because she didn't think she had time.
I could only see what happened next from my seat, ten metres away and with no view of her front except in the mirror that hung above the toilet. She started fumbling with her clothes, then swore. "This fucking belt!"
Freyja tugged at the thing, trying to loosen it enough that she could lower her jeans, tear down her panties and collapse onto the toilet in time. Just as I was about to go over to offer my assistance, she shit herself.
It happened all at once, it seemed: one second she was struggling with her belt, battling to keep control of her bowels and swearing under her breath. Red hair bounced off her back when she jiggled around. In the mirror I could see her face, glaring down at her crotch, trying to focus on undoing the thing. The next second she was standing there defeated with what seemed to be a monster poop sitting in the seat of her jeans. I saw the reflection of her eyes close, saw her give up and sigh as it came out of her. The bulge looked heavy and huge.
No sooner had her bowels finished translating their contents into her panties than her bladder gave up as well. I couldn't see all of it, the way she was facing, but I saw enough of those jeans turning dark to know that Freyja was pissing her pants. She seemed to completely abandon the idea of the toilet there and then, instead turning to step into the shower and leaning with one hand against the wall. At least there she wouldn't leave a puddle to clean up when she'd finally finished emptying her tortured bladder.
I didn't say a word throughout the whole accident, and when she was finished, Freyja walked out of the shower again and back into the living room. She went to try her belt again and found that it came undone easily now she wasn't struggling so much with her body's needs.
"It's bad enough that I pissed myself twice in a few months," she said, "but now I've actually shit my pants too. Jesus".
"What happened?" I asked, as sympathetically as I could manage.
"The train was delayed, I was waiting for an extra hour," she moaned, "and there were no toilets on board. I kind of thought I might end up shitting myself, but when I got in the house, I thought I was safe".
"Belts are a dangerous thing," I told her wisely. "Need help cleaning up?"
She gave me a warm half-smile. "Nah, thanks though. Just need a long shower and some clean clothes".
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While I happened to witness my housemates having plenty of experiences with their bladders or bowels over the course of the year, by Valentine's Day I was mostly preoccupied with another prevalent need: sex. I hadn't been laid in months, mostly due to a string of bad luck at parties or with dating, and it was starting to take a toll on me. I had gotten into the habit of taking care of my urges in the comfort of the living room, when I was sure I was home alone. And on February 14th, a particularly sexy scene in a Valentine's special I'd found on TV got in the perfect mood for just that kind of session.
I'd just slipped one hand under the waistband of my sweatpants when my phone buzzed with a text from Violet. I knew exactly what it would say before I read it.
Forgot key again, can u open door?
Reluctantly, I slid my hand back out into the open and got to my feet, leaving the blanket in one corner, unsullied. Violet always left her key at home, and it usually ended up being found on the kitchen table by whoever was still in.
The walk from the sofa to the front door was no more than a few steps, and yet Violet still managed to beat me there. By the time I grabbed the handle I could already see her silhouette towering outside through the frosted glass. Only Violet could cast a shape six inches taller than me and still look so vulnerable. I opened the door to her without hesitation. Had it been Freyja or Becky, I'd probably have played with them for a minute first... but then again, neither of them ever forgot their house keys. She came right in, frantic.
It took me all of two seconds to realise that something was seriously wrong with Violet. She was standing, for one thing, with her legs tied in a knot like a pretzel. They were pressed so close together I thought they might merge into one. It was clear from her stance that she was desperate for a wee. Unlike her housemates, she wasn't holding her crotch, but her left hand was hovering near her pussy as if it secretly wanted to grab on and squeeze like there was no tomorrow. The girl's cheeks were flushed and her body jiggled relentlessly.
"Oh my god, I'm weeing myself!" she wailed, rushing past me and making a beeline for the downstairs bathroom. Shellshocked, I turned my head to see her go. She was waddling past me, bum swinging conspicuously from side to side with every desperate step. I couldn't help but stare. And, of course, it was impossible not to notice what was really going on.
As Violet moved, something on the back of her jeans was growing. My eyes went instantly to the dark patch and i couldn't look away. It was spreading rapidly, from her buttcrack right down to her thighs. There was no mistaking what I was seeing: Violet was peeing her jeans.
I didn't know what to make of it. She hadn't even warned me that she had to go, and now I was watching her soil herself, powerless to help. Her tall, slim figure was perfectly framed in the open bathroom door as she dashed towards the toilet. She must have known even when I opened the door that she was too late, and now I was in on the secret too. This composed, dignified girl was flooding her trousers just feet away from the toilet- just feet away from me.
Just like Feyja, Violet couldn't find the time to close the door to the loo before she collapsed onto it. Honour compelled me to at least try not to stare, but I still heard everything: the thud of her skinny butt hitting the seat, a waterfall as she finished pissing into the bowl and a moan of relief so passionate it was almost sexual. Frankly, it shocked me to hear such a sensual noise coming from such a sweet woman. That was how I knew she'd been truly desperate. I forcefully averted my eyes and sat down.
Once I was settled back into the sofa, something surprising happened. The arousal that I'd been slave to before my housemate had arrived suddenly started to creep back into me. I could hear her noisily emptying her bladder just a few metres away and, out of her sight, my hand ventured underneath the waistband of my sweatpants once again. Down there, everything was warm and begging to be touched. I obliged, but lazily, not wanting to exert too much energy. It was only then that I saw what had happened to our floorboards. A streak of glistening wet patches lined the floor from front door to bathroom where Violet had been wetting herself on the run.
But I was comfortable on the sofa, and decided to turn a blind eye. Within the minute, the toilet flushed and my housemate emerged from the bathroom again with a flannel. I retrieved my hand from my crotch before she spotted anything. When she started to wipe up the trail she'd left on the floor, cheeks red as beetroots, I considered offering my help. But I realised that acknowledging the accident would only serve to make her more embarrassed. So, instead, I kept quiet.
A minute or so later, all of the wee was cleaned up off of the floor. Violet was still clad in jeans that clung to her bare thighs, soaking from knee to crotch, but she made no move to mention it to me. Only when the evidence was in the washing machine did she say anything.
"How come you're always around when this happens to me?"
I didn't have an answer for that, but I had to say something.
"Just bad luck, I guess," I told her.
Violet shook her head. "At least you can keep a secret," she said, before vanishing upstairs to take a shower and finish up.
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I heard a noise somewhere behind me and spun on a dime to face it. My sword arm jabbed out in an instant to hit the shape approaching me, and it recoiled with a yelp. In the dim light, it was harder to see further than a few yards, but I was more than able to identify everything that was lurching towards me, each creature more deadly than the last. I swung again, and again the monster flew backwards, towards the shadows. There were seconds to spare. I dug a torch into the wall, grateful for the dim light it provided.
A car horn honked outside the house, breaking my immersion. From the sofa I looked up, but there was no sign of it through the window that overlooked the street. It was still frosty outside, with no sign of the cold letting up any time soon, although Spring was technically drawing nearer. In the last few days of February one would expect the weather to finally begin to get warmer. For one reason or another, Britain never seemed to work that way. It hadn't snowed in a few days, however, so I turned my attention back to the game.
The sound of the key in the lock was like a bullet in my side. I almost jumped out of my skin when that crackling noise filled the room. Instinctively, my fingers pressed to pause the game and I tossed the controller down by my side, where it bounced harmlessly on the sofa cushion before coming to rest. Freyja pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Part of me felt silly for my automatic attempts to hide what I was doing, like I was back at home again with my parents suddenly checking on me at 2:30AM. Then again, it was Freyja. For all of her good points- of which there were many- she was still comfortably the most intimidating person I'd ever met.
Her scare factor melted away as soon as she started talking, though.
"Fuck, I need the toilet," she said loudly, apparently not caring that the door was still swinging shut behind her and the whole street could likely hear her declaration of desperation. "I haven't been all day".
Even if she'd said nothing, I would have been able o figure out what kind of state Freyja was in just by looking at her. She wasn't walking so much as slithering along, afraid to move her legs more than a few inches at a time. One of the first things I noticed was the smell of farts hanging heavy in the air. I'd been about to ask if she needed a piss or a shit- the scent answered my question quite succinctly. The good news for my friend was that she was finally just a few seconds away from the bog, and her efforts to hold it were about to be rewarded with a long, relaxing sit on the toilet to totally empty herself.
She was halfway there when I heard her phone ring. Freyja froze on the spot. The sound of the ringtone was muffled by the pocket of her jeans, but there was no mistaking it. I'd heard that melody dozens of times before. And yet she didn't do what I would have done: keep walking and answer the phone when my toilet needs were good and dealt with. No- Freyja stopped dead in her tracks and fished her phone out of her pocket, looking more than startled by the sudden noise.
"Hello?" she asked, frowning. That was when she started shitting.
I know that was when she started because she was no more than a couple of feet away from my face at the time. The sudden vibration, which had given her a big enough shock that she started messing her trousers, had begun just as Freyja was passing between my seat and the TV. Her legs were planted on the floor, eyes wide, face pale.
I couldn't miss the way her jeans started to expand as she began to fill her pants. The denim stretched, tenting outwards and shifting the shape into something far more noticeable to the naked eye.
"Yeah," said Freyja, as calm as you like. I couldn't help but feel impressed by the way her upper body betrayed no sign of discomfort while her bottom half proceeded to heavily soil itself into her underwear. "Yeah, that's fine".
The woman had her eyes locked on the bathroom, which gave me all the excuse I needed to stare at her. Freyja had had overactive bowels for as long as I'd known her, and she was by no means shy when it came to telling us about it. She often told us that she was about to shit her pants. Here she was actually doing it, for the second time in a couple of months, and I couldn't believe how calm she was.
"Yeah, mum, I know," Freyja said, looking mildly annoyed. Her legs shifted as she changed the placement of her weight. Even before my eyes the bulge in the back of her jeans was getting heavier. I blinked. She was still messing herself, even while acting normal as could be on the phone.
When she was finally finishing her conversation, Freyja hung up, annoyance clear in her eyes.
"That was awful timing," she complained, "I hate trying to talk on the phone when you need a shit".
With that, she vanished into the downstairs toilet, and I kept on playing Minecraft, pretending I hadn't just found the best diamond I could hope for. |
Apologies to those who wanted more, work has been very exhausting lately and I have not really had much time to think about part 2, but here I am with a continuation of The Toilet Bowl Bandit.
Part 2: A Bandit is born
It had been a few weeks since the first time I viewed what I now refer to as " The Blonde Beauty", simple yet exact name I suppose. In that time, I have witnessed maybe half a dozen other "shows" as I like to call them now. Each one has been different from the last but nothing really compares to that first time, one of them however was quiet the show, I think I would have paid for it if there was a entrance fee for a show like that. She was no more than 25, also at my gym as well, I had witnessed he squatting on the rack adjacent to my me, she has relatively short hair, dark brown and a bob cut. She had a face that exuded a certain type of innocence, the kind you don't usually see among these kinds of women. To me they usually look so stern and focused on whatever exercise they seem to be dedicated to at that moment, but not her. She seemed soft in a way, not weak or easily pushed aside by others but welcoming if that makes sense, it was like if I went up to her she would probably not be off put by a conversation with a fellow member. Although it was not her face I was immediately drawn to her posture and pose between intervals was eye-catching, almost like she was welcoming the attention. I could clearly tell she had been squatting for some time as her thighs and buttocks was almost chiseled from marble and painted in the dark red leggings she was accustom to wearing. Everything fit so perfectly, however, I never once saw her go to the bathroom after a workout, which seemed odd. Most people usually go in, change, shower, relieve themselves, you know the drill, but she never did that for some reason. I wondered if she ever went to the bathroom at all, maybe I stumble across some creature that was not keen on performance, eventually, my luck changed.
It was a Saturday evening, most common time to see members going at the equipment like it was going out of style, I happened to gaze over at the squat rack and there she was, as beautiful as ever. She was probably half way through her set, it was usually 5 sets of 8, yes I kept track, she would then wipe off the bar do whatever else she did and be on her way. This time though, she seemed impatient, she was pacing a lot, her face would wince in pain now and again after she turned around from re racking the equipment. Then I remembered, I saw her walk in with a much larger thermos, she must have recently gone out and bought a new one thinking she was not drinking enough water, this I could tell was going to be the moment. As she finished her fifth set, she quickly re racked the bar and grabbed her bottle, the pressure was at tipping point, she could no longer hold it. Right then, I got off the the treadmill I was running on as hurried over to the men's room without making a scene the best I could, I would not miss this show of epic proportions. At this point, I generally knew where the stalls where and which ones were used most frequently, I made my way over to the wall, making sure no one else was in the room and popped my head over. I was crouched down more or less on all fours so I could maneuver as best as I could, while I was getting comfortable I saw her feet glide quickly across the floor, I moved over one stall because I could see her stopping in the front of the door. I placed my head right behind the toilet to I would not be notice, I could hear her fidgeting with the handle in a rush, she sounded flustered.
Then, the door swung open, she ran in behind it and slammed it was significant force, she was panting, mumbling to herself "come on come on come on" as if her body wasn't keeping up with her mind and trying to give it a pep talk. I peaked around the back and saw the curtains come open so fast I was almost shocked by the speed, and she surely did not disappoint. Her vulva was so full and round it looked as if two crescent moons met from top to bottom, creating an entrance to a place I rarely entered myself. As she began to flex her abdomen she grabbed the sides of the stall, as if she was holding herself from the power she was about to display. It was force I had not seen before, the stream was so powerful droplets would splash out on to the floor and some even landing on my face! It produced such a loud hiss that for a moment I was worried for her well being. Her butthole flexed outwards puckering fully as if ready to receive my kiss, I licked my lips in delight, I felt myself drifting closer to the performer and her glorious display. However I was stopped by the most joyous "Ahhhhhhh" I have ever heard in my life, I could see her eyes were shut and her mouth agape with overwhelming pleasure from her performance, she was a true artist in every sense of the word. As the stream began to fade and her tense posture began to lessen, her delicious butthole let out a soft sound, signifying that the show had come to an end. She grabbed the toilet paper to her left and I pulled away, not wanting to give away my presence. As I got up from my seat I couldn't help but think, "That was show that no one will ever witness but me, I really feel like an avid theater fan". I exited the men's room ready to head over to my treadmill until I noticed her come out of the women's room, we both caught eyes and I feared that I had been outed, but she smiled, I returned with one as well and she headed for the squat rack to clean off the bar then headed for the door. She really was a kind girl, with a secret talent, that only I would ever know about. |
Part 3: Growing Interests.
Weeks have passed, my physique seems to have changed dramatically since I became so invested in my gym regiment. I can recall some friends saying that "with time and dedication comes reward", I can now say that they were right. However, there is only so many lovely performers that come to the gym, there are only so many of the same shows I can take part in. I needed to find a new theater and so I took it upon myself to become familiar with other venues with different performers. I spent a week or so around my city, looking for something that would suit my proclivities, I went to clubs, bars, restaurants and even a church! None of these would suit my desires, the talent was either lacking or I believed my presences would be noticed and that is the last thing I wanted during a show. Then, as I was driving home one day from work, it became so clear, the University! That's it! A revolving door of young talent and at my age of 22 I would neither stand out nor be an oddity, so I decided on that being my new venue but I first needed to take stock of the theaters and their showtimes.
I decided to play the part on weekends and weeknight, I would come to campus every other day and bring a bookbag of old textbooks I had kept from my time at school, Algebra, Earth science and a variety of other topics. I would usually head to the library which was a 3 story behemoth, each level having bathrooms parallel to one another to conserve of space. I spent most of my time there and took stock of everyone who came and went, some of the most beautiful flowers would come in with water bottles the size of my head, starting off full and were slowly worked down to empty vessels as their study session would progress. Some of these performers were young straight-haired blondes, wearing shorts and hoodie to keep the warm in the constantly cold library. Some were poofy-haired brunettes with glasses and look that says "anti-social is my life". Some even were voluptuous black girls whose breast and ass were what I believed were too good to be true. I have my pick of shows and I witnessed so many lovely ones, a black haired girl in sweatpants pissing a long strong stream between her healthy bush, it looked like a hedge that was carefully manicured. A red head who would flex her butthole several times, sometimes even letting out a small fart like she was blowing me a kiss good bye. One blonde girl who would moan with pleasure after a long thirty second piss, she really loved to pee, sometimes she would come in a rub herself on a days she seemed agitated, like she was missing some kind of joy in her love life. There really was no end in sight to the many shows but then things started to get interesting.
One day, weeks after I began my viewings at the University I had focused my view on an older women, probably somewhere in her early thirties, she had glasses on and she always had her head in a book titled "Intro to Macroeconomics". She had a very special shape to me, her chest was fairly small, probably no larger than a B cup sized, as her body worked its way down her hips would pop out from the sides and slightly spill over the side of her jeans, if she was wearing them. Her eyes were a deep green that reminded me of bright traffic lights for some reason, her hair was always up in a ponytail and was light brown, long enough to reach the bottom of her neck, she was truly the most extravagant of creatures. She always came in on Thursday night and Saturday afternoons and she walked past me as I sat at my table every time, she also would look up at me and smile each time after she would sit down with her book and notepad filled with formulas I had no idea how to describe. She would be there as I would get up and head to my seat to watch the beautiful women perform but she never went herself, I would sometimes see her glance at me briefly as I came back to my seat. I had seen her do this same routine 4 days in a row, never changing, never reading a different book, always there. Until one day, she brought in a huge green water bottle that had some stickers on it, I had never seen this bottle and it seemed as if she was drinking it rather fast like she was in some kind of hurry. No one else was really there this day, it was a quiet Saturday, no one seemed to be studying except her. I would look up at her to see her drinking more and more until finally she got up, her stomach looked more full than usual but her pace was slow but purposeful, her nose, lips eyes squinted as if in some form of pain, I knew it was time to see something I could never imagine.
I got up not long after her a made my way over to the men's room, I could hear her footsteps as they made it over to the stall on the wall that connected the bathrooms and I got into the position. As I poked my head through she walked into the stall and locked the door behind her but not in a furious way like I would imagine. She was patient, methodical and full to brim with liquids, something I never thought possible. As she turned around to take off her pants get comfortable she did a little shimmy to get herself out of this fairly tight jeans she liked to much. When her pants came down it revealed a bright red pair of lacy panties, something that looked out of a lingerie magazine, I thought they were so beautiful and was was underneath was even greater. As the panties came down it revealed and sweet-looking full pair of lightly tanned buttcheeks and in the center was a healthy and frim butthole that formed slightly dark but clean anus, no smell, no sweat, it was really something else. Above all was her vagina, it was layered so gently upon itself, as she bent over to sit you could see full and dark outer layer that was covered in smooth and short pubic hair that seemed to have been trimmed recently, with the inner lips tightly kept together until she got comfortable where they opened up just slightly to release the pee I knew she had. As I waited with anticipation, she breathed sharply and as she released so did her bladder, the stream filled her lovely vulva, not spraying hard but coming out calmly, reaching out across her left and right buttcheeks and some making its was up on to her anus. It was a long piss, one of those very good-feeling ones that make your day so much better, the stream began to fade as it did she released a loud had audible "aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh", then her butthole tightened and let out a light but forceful fart, letting me know that she had finished. I could have died in the moment and not worried about the afterlife, I had seen true beauty, but as I was pulling away to leave I heard her say "Well sweetheart, I'm ready for you to clean me, you know I can't walk out of here like this".
I froze,
scared,
"was that said to me?",
"does she know I'm here?"
so I chose to respond with "you know I came to watch you?". She chuckled slightly and said "you think I brought that huge water bottle for myself? I know you like to watch so I wanted you to see". After she finished her sentence she grabbed both of her cheeks and said "you better do it before someone comes in, I wouldn't want you to miss your treat", so I happily obliged. As I stuck my tongue out, she had begun to arch herself forward as if she knew I was starting from the top. I began to lick her pussy from the top of her clit to bottom between her butt, it tasted so wonderful, it did not revolt me, it engorged me, my heart was beating so fast I thought I would die. She started to giggle and sway her hips left and right saying "make sure you get every drop, you wouldn't want me to dirty my panties would you?", "of course not, you picked a good pair" I responded. She then said to me "don't be afraid, I haven't pooped yet today so my butthole won't taste bad", with her confirmation I ran my tongue all the way around and even a little inside just to make sure I got everything clean for her. "I think I'm done" I said with still a bit of confusion in my voice. She then said "I think you did a good job sweetheart thank you so much" she then got up, turned around and smiled at me from above, the same way she did when we would catch eyes at our tables. I was not exactly sure what had happened, but I needed to get up and find out right away! |
My relationship with Kayleigh had been purely professional up until then, although we got on well and there was a fair bit of flirting and innuendo. I assumed she was single since I'd hadn't heard her mention anyone else in her life. Tonight we'd been on the late shift and decided to go to a pub for a drink after work before I gave her a lift home, her usual ride-share being off sick that day.
She was staying at her parents place for a month - house-sitting for them while they visited her brother's family in Australia, and it was a bit further out of town than I expected. We'd turned off a main road a while ago, and now we were heading out into the country on a narrower road with high hedges either side and I really didn't know exactly where we were. Every so often we'd pass an entrance or a side road to some village I'd never heard of so I was just following her directions:
"We'll soon be there - about 5 minutes I think."
"OK," I said. "Right out in the sticks here aren't you?"
"It looks that way now when it's dark, but it's not that far to civilisation really!" she joked. "Tell you what though - I'm dying for a wee.... but I'll try and hold on til we get there and not do it in your car."
This was typical banter for us and we both laughed.
"Sorry, you're probably disgusted now!"
"Uhh, not really," I replied, smiling. "You're getting me a bit excited though."
"Perv!" she teased, playfully hitting my arm. "Slow down now, the driveway's coming up on the left."
I slowed the car as twin gateposts came into view, and turned into an gravel driveway which curved around to end in front of the house. Two floors, with a large lawn, garage at the side. Must have cost a fortune. No wonder they didn't want to leave the place empty for a month. The house was dark apart from some lights at the upstairs windows and some lights around the garden area.
I stopped by the front door, with the engine idling, assuming Kayleigh would get out and I'd get off home. Instead she invited me in - so I turned off the engine, got out of the car, and followed her to the door, where she was peering into her handbag.
"I can't find my doorkeys. It's too dark to see here."
"Wait, I have a torch in the car," I said, and went to get it from the glove box. As I reached in to get it, I could see her fidgeting around on the step waiting for me. I took it over and shone it into her bag while she rummaged about some more.
"Shit," she said, "I remember I put my keys down on the table on my way out this morning. I think I'm locked out."
Before I could suggest anything, she had an idea.
"My bedroom window's open - it's small but I can climb in, or I used to be able to. Let's go round the back."
She led me around the side of the house to a broad patio at the rear, and we looked up at a lighted window that was open a few inches. It was small and I didn't fancy my chances of getting through, but she was probably petite enough for it.
"Go in the shed and get the ladder. It won't be locked."
I opened a wooden garden shed and made out a metal ladder lying on the floor. I carried it outside to the patio and extended it against the house wall and checked it was stable, while Kayleigh stood by impatiently. shuffling her feet. She carefully climbed up to the window while I held the base of the ladder and shone the light upwards to where she was now fiddling with the window mechanism. I don't know whether it was helping her see any better, but it did let me see up her skirt, which was blowing around slightly in the breeze.
She grinned down at me.
"Enjoying the view, are you?"
"Yes, thanks. Can't you open it enough?"
"Security lock. Oh.... that's it now," and pulled the window wide open.
I was wondering whether any of the neighbours would think we were burglars and call the police. I looked around to see if there lights on in the next house over.
Suddenly I felt something splash onto my head. My first instinct was that it bird droppings, but I looked up again and warm water was splashing onto my face, and briefly, until I closed it, into my mouth. This didn't smell like it was from a bird. Wiping it away with my hand, I shone the torch upwards again. Kayleigh was still standing on the ladder with her hands on the window sill. I could still see right up her skirt, her white knickers clearly the source of this unexpected shower and glistening in the light. Some of it splashed off the rungs of the ladder but I let most of it stream over my face and onto my clothes.
She must have been very full because it lasted for a surprisingly long time.
After the last drops from above, Kayleigh looked down at me again.
"I'm so sorry, but I really needed to do that," she called. "I hope you didn't get splashed!"
She couldn't see my reaction with the light in her eyes. I said, "Don't worry about it. Just get in and open the door."
Once she was in through the window, I took the ladder back to where I'd found it. Lights came on on the ground floor and Kayleigh opened the back door. When she saw how I had been drenched, she was open-mouthed and speechless.
"My fault," I said mildly. "Didn't want to miss the show."
She noticed the bulge in my crotch, and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it because I certainly did. Now let's go upstairs." |
Continued...
Kayleigh wetting herself on the ladder the previous week had been the trigger for a bout of hot urgent sex immediately afterwards. I'd stayed the night with her, and then hung around naked the following morning while waiting for the washing machine to do its thing, since I clearly hadn't brought a change of clothes with me.
Kayleigh later admitted that all her adult life she had been turned on by wetting herself, but that was the first time she had deliberately done it in front of someone else. She'd got an extra thrill out of doing it in front of me because there was a risk that I wouldn't respond well, but she gambled I would like it based on my comments in the car that night.
We'd decided to remain distanced at work, and our shifts at the hospital didn't always line up anyway, so a few days passed before I saw her again. Our conversation then was of more mundane topics such as household appliance breakdowns and bank payment errors. She'd mentioned that her parents' washing machine had some problem and she wasn't having much luck finding someone who would come and look at it for a reasonable price. I was somewhat proud of having fixed my own in the past, following an online video repair guide, so I offered to check it out for her.
I went to her parents' place again after work one evening at the start of the week, and it looked like an inexpensive part needed to be replaced, according to another online forum. She'd ordered it and now here I was on a Saturday afternoon going there again with my screwdrivers, pliers and socket set to see if I could be the hero and get it running again.
I rang the doorbell and waited on the front step. A few seconds later I saw movement through the stained glass panel in the door. The lock turned from inside and Kayleigh opened the door and beckoned me in. She was wearing a white T-shirt and black nylon sports shorts with a white trim. They showed off her legs nicely. Before last Friday, I'd normally only seen Kayleigh wearing her work scrubs, but even then she'd looked hot. She had her phone up by her ear.
"I'm trying to get someone at the bank to sort out a missing payment. I'm on hold, so I can still talk to you until they pick up," she said. "Kettle's just boiled - do you want a coffee?"
"OK, sure. Hope I brought the right tools for this."
"I hope so too - I need that thing working again ASAP. I'm down to my last pair of knickers today."
We giggled at that, both knowing why some days she got through more than others. In the kitchen we drank coffee, and then I got the washing machine pulled out from under the counter and started to take screws out of the back. Kayleigh was still on the phone, waiting to get through.
She had her back to me as I got the last screw out and pulled the back off the machine. She was idly twisting her body slowly back and forth. I started to unscrew the motor cover and spent the next 10 minutes looking at the online instructions again. Kayleigh had her legs crossed now. I said,
"You ok there? Still waiting?"
"Yeah, " she said. "I've been waiting ages now, and I'm bursting for a wee."
"Maybe should just go," I advised, then as a joke, "or you know what will happen if you don't."
"Yeah, yeah, that's what my mum used to say when I was little," she giggled. "I never did learn that lesson though."
She was over near me by then, leaning over the washing machine to see what I was doing and clearly finding it hard to stand still, then,
"Oh you're right, I'm just going to go now. It'll probably be ages yet before I get to talk to anyone. I'm fed up listening to their shitty music."
She got as far as opening the kitchen door but then it sounded like her call was finally answered and she turned around and came back into the room.
"Yes, hi, there was a payment supposed to be made from my acccount but it didn't go out this month and I'm getting charged a fee for that. Yes... Yes...."
Then she was reading her account number and so on. I could see more pee-dancing from my position behind the washing machine as I put the last screws into the back panel. Then she was obviously talking to someone new on the phone, giving out all the same details again. I stood up and came round the front of the machine to push it back in under the counter.
I heard her voice waver and go up in pitch half-way through reading her account number and with my hands on the front of the washing machine ready to push it, I looked back over my shoulder to see what she was doing. She was clenching her legs tightly together and her left hand was jammed into her crotch. This was getting interesting, I decided, and turned around to face her. Something moving on her right leg caught my gaze and I watched a drop of pee roll down the back of her thigh followed by more appearing from the leg of her shorts. She continued talking to the bank call centre. Her legs were still clamped together but she wasn't doing the pee-dance thing any more and now the drops had merged into thin yellow streams running down both legs and into her fluffy ankle socks. She took her hand out from between her legs and stood normally and suddenly there was a mini waterfall splashing down from her shorts. A yellow pool slowly spread out on the vinyl floor of the kitchen.
If you only saw her from the waist upwards you wouldn't think anything special was going on below but I had a close-up view and I was transfixed by it. As her flow started to reduce, I realized I should probably do something about the floor situation and grabbed a couple of dish towels that were folded on the kitchen counter, shook them open and placed them over the puddle to stop it spreading any further.
Kayleigh had finished peeing but was still on the call. There was a mop and bucket by the far wall, so I went and got these, then picked up the now-sopping-wet towels and put them in the bucket. I used the mop to try to blot up the rest of the pee from the floor while Kayleigh finished her call.
She ended the call and put her phone down.
"Well," I said, "did you get it all sorted?"
"Yeah, they said it was their problem so they'll deal with it within two business days. That's a relief."
"In more ways than one," I said with a smile, brushing my fingers against her wet shorts. She laughed.
"Yeah, about that. I need to go buy milk before the local shop closes. Let me change and we can go together. We'll try the machine later."
Kayleigh went upstairs while I gathered up my tools. We'd have to mop the floor properly later too.
She came down in jeans and sandals and we set off out the back garden gate which led to a footpath into the village high street.
"I thought you didn't have any more clean underwear?" I asked.
"I don't," she smirked.
"So, none? Or you just...?"
"It won't soak through my jeans. And it feels... um.... nice.... to keep the wet ones on for a while. Does that sound crazy?"
"It sounds like a turn-on for both of us," I admitted.
I was getting horny just thinking about how she would look later when, I hoped, I'd get to take those jeans off her and make her even wetter. |
Another installment. Maybe I'll work diapers into the story next time.
Kayleigh and I texted each other most days now. On Wednesday she'd asked me about my shifts, whether I was working this weekend, or had any other plans. I wasn't working, and I didn't have any plans, besides catching up on sleep and going to the gym. In that case, she'd written, did I want to come with her to her parents' house again, and hang out with her? I did, of course. In that case, I learned, she would get a lift in with Stella in the morning and I could pick her up after work on Friday.
Stella was a work colleague and they took turns driving each other to save money on petrol.
I had a lot of fun with Kayleigh and our recently discovered shared kink added an extra aspect to that. On Thursday evening I threw some clothes, toothbrush and the like into a sports bag so I'd be ready when I set of early for work the next day.
During my morning break on Friday, I'd texted her to check we were still on. I told her to look for my car outside the A&E entrance, and she acknowledged that a little while later.
On Friday after our shift handover, I changed out of my work clothes and headed downstairs to the door nearest the staff car park. It was raining steadily, the sky prematurely dark, and I jogged over to the car, trying to avoid stepping in puddles, and keeping my distance from cars swishing past in case I got sprayed. The car windscreen started steaming up almost as soon as I closed the door, so I put the fan on high and turned the heat up. Then, when that hadn't made much difference after half a minute, reached for an old towel I kept in the passenger footwell and wiped the condensation off the screen in front of me.
I drove round to A&E and pulled into one of the spaces there, expecting one of the security guards to come over and tell me I couldn't park there. They were normally pretty quick with the public in that regard, but for nurses they usually turned a blind eye, especially if we were waiting for someone. Anyway, no-one came over today in the rain, which was fine with me. I left the engine running, to keep the windscreen from fogging up again, while I looked for Kayleigh at the door to the building. I sent her a message to say I was there. The phone pinged, she said '2 mins'.
I waited.
Eventually, the passenger side door was opened and Kayleigh reached in to put a small backpack on the floor, then shook her umbrella, folded it, and sat in the car and pulled the door closed. She was still in blue scrubs, streaked with rain. She lent over to kiss me and then turned to pull her seatbelt on.
"Sorry, been rushed off my feet today - I just came straight off the ward. And this rain! I'd no idea - haven't even looked out the window this afternoon."
"Yep," I said, "it's going to be a wet night, tonight."
She grinned. "Yeah, you hope..."
We exchanged some work gossip on the way, and I asked her how she was dividing her time between her parents' place, where she was house-sitting, and her own flat.
"It's about half and half," she explained. "although I spend most of my days off at their house since it's great to enjoy all that space. Not for much longer though. They're coming back in another week."
"I need to get petrol," I said when we were about half-way there. "There's a place at the roundabout up here I think."
I pulled into the petrol station and got out of the car. As the pump filled my tank, I could see the rain coming down steadily in front of the orange glow of the street lighting beyond the shelter of the canopy covering the forecourt of the petrol station.
After paying for the petrol, I got back in the car and pulled out onto the roundabout again before continuing on the main road north. Eventually I was turning in between the now-familiar gateposts and up the gravel driveway. I stopped behind Kayleigh's car and turned off the engine.
"There you are - home sweet home," I said, as I undid my seatbelt and Kayleigh gathered up her backpack and umbrella. As she got out I noticed the old towel I used for the windscreen was on the pasenger seat. Kayleigh had been sitting on it although I didn't remember leaving it on the seat.
It was warm inside the house and, once Kayleigh had flipped on various light switches after we got inside, very much felt like as good a place as any to hole up for a rainy weekend. We left our our shoes, wet with rain, on the doormat inside the front door and Kayleigh ran upstairs while I took my jacket off and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. She shouted down to ask me to put the kettle on. I went into the kitchen and filled the kettle at the sink. I'd just switched it on when Kayleigh came into the room."
"Oh, thanks. You go and sit down," she said, "I'll make us some tea."
Kayleigh had changed out of her scrubs and now wore an oversize gray sweatshirt which extended down to her thighs. Below that, her legs and feet were bare. I wondered if she was wearing anything else under the sweatshirt.
I went into the living room and sprawled back on a sofa while I cast my eyes over the contents of the room. A piano against the wall, a TV that would take up most of the wall space in my own flat. And it was quiet - I couldn't hear any traffic noise like in my own place.
Kayleigh came in with two mugs of tea and bent over to put them on a coffee table near the sofa. As she bent over the sweatshirt rode up slightly to reveal red underwear. Once the mugs were safely placed on the table, I sat up and pulled her backwards so that she fell back and ended up sitting across my knees.
We sat that way chatting for a while. I noticed a dampness creeping through my jeans and when Keyleigh moved partially off me and reached for her tea, I reached out to caress her bum with my finger tips and felt wetness..
"Kayleigh....," I said, "...did you....um... have a little 'accident'?" I asked.
"Oh... not really.. I did let some out in the car though while you were buying petrol," she said with a grin, "but only a tiny bit, and I sat on that towel you keep in there. It's sweet of you have it there."
"I tell people it's there because my kinky girlfriend likes to wet herself," I teased.
"Yeah, yeah, just remember to also tell them what her pervy boyfriend did when I was on that ladder!"
After a while, I was starting to get hungry.
"Do you want to go and get something to eat?" I asked.
"I do. And there's nothing much in the kitchen. Unless you fancy beans on toast."
I didn't.
"What about that pub we passed, with the Thai food sign outside? It wasn't that far away."
"OK, let's do it," she said, "but I'll just change first."
I decided my jeans were not damp enough that I needed to change, and Kayleigh ran upstairs.
The place looked like it used to be a pub but was now doing, it seemed, a good trade in food and the prices weren't high. It was a Friday night and most of the tables were taken but we didn't have to wait to get in. It looked like they were doing a lot of take away too, with brown paper bags lined up on what used to be the bar, which people would come in and collect from time to time.
We shared a couple of dishes, with rice. She drank a coke and I had a low-alcohol beer since I was driving. We lingered on for coffees after eating and then, since we had a fancy house to lounge about in, I paid and we started walking back to the car, which I'd had to park some way along the street from the restaurant.
The rain had almost stopped. After a short distance, Kayleigh said with a grimace, "Coke goes right through me - I need a wee now."
I teased her, "Well you should have gone before we came out. Now you'll just have to wait."
"Yeah, there you go again, sounding like my mum when I was about five. Ohhh.. can we walk slower - my bladder feels so full."
"What used to happen after your mum said that?" I asked.
"Well, sometimes I waited until we got to wherever we were going... but I usually ended up wetting my knickers and getting scolded."
We laughed. I said, "Well, I promise not to scold you, so just go ahead if you need to. Or want to."
Kayleigh giggled. "But it's right here in the street, and there are other people around!"
"It's dark, and you're wearing black leggings," I coaxed her, "only we'll know."
"Well, I'm not sure about that," she replied.
We came to a road junction and had to wait for a few cars to pass. Beside me, I heard Kayleigh let out a little moan, the approaching cars swished by on the wet road. Once the way was clear, we crossed and were then where my car was. We got in and I started driving back to the house.
"Is it more comfortable sitting down?" I asked her.
"It's better now," she said, and I could tell from her voice that she was smiling.
After we got back in the front door and took our coats and shoes off, Kayleigh said, "I should take these off too," and started pulling her leggings down and off, dragging her socks off at the same time. I looked down at her crotch, and the triangle of pale yellow fabric curving back and disappearing between her legs. The darker yellow lower half was now partly transparent, allowing a dark shadow of pubic hair to show through from within, and clung closely to the contours of her labia.
"Oh, you naughty girl," I kidded her, "that's the second time today."
Stepping behind her, I put my hands on her hips, then drew her back towards me as I sat down on a padded bench against the wall of the hallway. I guided her backwards to sit on it too, between my knees. I kissed the back of her neck, her hair brushing against my face, then with one arm tightly around her waist, slipped the fingers of my other hand up between her thighs and gently started brushing the tip of my index finger back and forth over the wet cotton. Kayleigh titled her head back, whimpered and put her hands on my knees.
I continued slowly rubbing the slippery wet cloth against her crotch, feeling her grip on my knees gradually get tighter and listening to her breathing speed up. Tighter and tighter she gripped, until I felt her body spasm and she let out a long sigh. Then she stood and turned to face me, guided me up on my feet again and started to undo my belt buckle.
"Upstairs. now," she whispered, and I let myself be led by the hand. |
Hey, y'all! Here's Part 4. I'm taking pity on you and giving you the entire chapter all in a rush instead of letting it dribble out a bit at a time (see what I did there?)
This is still fundamentally a love story more than an omo story, but there's more holding and more sex this time! -- despite the fact that Tam's in Boston and Bree's in Wisconsin. They're smart kids, they'll figure it out. Enjoy!
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Bree wasn’t even off the plane before she texted Tam the first time.
She hadn’t been home three hours before she called him the first time.
And after working out which platform to use, she hadn’t been home a full day before she saw his face again, on her phone screen. They settled on Skype, mostly by process of elimination, and from then on they talked most every day.
But they couldn’t talk nonstop, the way Bree yearned for. After all, they both had lives. Bree, in particular, had her family.
Her parents were delighted to have her home. They were a little startled with the amount of time she was spending on her phone, however, and tried to pull her back into family activities. They were perplexed when Bree dug in her heels at joining family game nights or jigsaw puzzles, and they were a little troubled when Bree slept through church services because she’d stayed up late on Saturday night talking with Tam, and they were downright alarmed when Bree occasionally burst into tears, from their perspective without apparent cause, when they tried to get her to put her phone down and pay attention to something else. The word “addiction” began to appear in their comments, and they began to get a little more forceful in their insistence that Bree join in the family’s fun.
In all this Bree had an unexpected ally: her sister, Allison.
Alli was seventeen, and in many ways Bree’s opposite: shorter, much more girly, a little more curvy—clearly taking after their mother much more than their father, the way Bree had. They had rather little in common, at least in main interests.
But it was Alli who poked her head into Bree’s room after one tearful outburst and said, without preamble, “Boy trouble?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“About two thousand miles.”
And Allison had just nodded and left Bree alone after that. She also quietly took Bree’s side in the arguments from there on out. She wasn’t doing this entirely out of sisterly love—she had a boy of her own, and if she got Mom and Dad off Bree’s back, then she could justly demand more time with her boy in turn. But Bree was grateful anyway, as much for the immediate understanding as anything else. And it was Alli who finally said, “Oh, for crying out loud, papa, have you asked Bree why she’s always on her phone?” Which didn’t make a dent in the moment, their father wasn’t one to to turn on a dime. Their mother was much more fluid. But it was Papa who came knocking at Bree’s door and asked quietly, “May I come in?”
“Sure.”
“Your sister suggested that I talk to you about why you’re always on your phone. She suggested that I ask, uh—who you’re talking to. And, well, the way she made it sound… it made me think you’ve met someone special.”
“He’s pretty special, yeah.”
“But he’s a long way off?”
“Boston.”
Papa nodded. “Well. I have to say, I can understand that. You know I met your mother before I went into the service, and I literally arm-wrestled another guy in my platoon for time on Skype to call her. If we’d had smart phones back then, I expect I would have been much the same.” He turned to go, but paused. “Does he have a name?”
“Tam.”
“Huh.”
“It’s a nickname.”
“Ah. And is he… uh…”
“Papa, he is an absolute gentleman. A Wilderness First Responder. And great with kids.” And achingly hot.
Her father smiled. “Well, in that case…!”
And the next time their mother had raised the phone use issue, their father had said, “Aw, she’s got her reasons, give it a rest” (much to their mother’s dismay), and later that night Bree had given Alli the biggest hug they’d shared in years.
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So this was in the background the next time Bree and Tam had a chance to talk—really talk.
It had been hard to get privacy. Bree had her own room, but sound carried in their house. It had also been hard to bring up certain subjects in general, and the possibility of her parents or sister overhearing had made Bree even more paranoid. But today both her parents were out of the house all morning, and Allison was still asleep.
And Bree hadn’t peed yet that morning (it was only 8:30 in Madison), and that was having its usual effect on her horniness.
So Bree called Tam up and was a bit emboldened to say, “Tam, cutie, can we talk about something?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
Ummm…”
“It’s about sex, isn’t it.”
“How—? Oh. I’m blushing, aren’t I.”
“It’s kind of a giveaway with you. What’s up?”
“Tam—I am so horny.”
He grinned. “I can relate.”
“How do you deal with it?”
“Honest answer?”
“Please.”
“I jack off a lot.”
“I do too. I mean, whatever you call it for girls. But I want you, Tam.”
“Soon.”
“Tam…” she swallowed. “I want you right now, not ‘soon’.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Uh, yeah. I get that. To be honest—even more honest, I guess—I usually jack off pretty soon after we hang up.”
“It’s just not the same.”
“No.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“Eventually? We’ll do each other. Right now? Well—what are your boundaries online?”
“Getting lower, this morning.”
Tam cocked his head (why had that particular phrasing occurred to her…) and said, “That’s, uh, interesting. But not exactly what I asked. For example: I’d be fine with you seeing me naked. And maybe even with you watching me jack off.”
“Um.” She thought about it. She thought about what she was wearing: her usual in-country sleep wear, which was just an oversized t-shirt that hung down to her knees (over her panties, of course). It wasn’t a particularly attractive t-shirt, a sort of faded lavender. Take it off? She also thought about being filmed.
“I’m having my usual ‘Good Girl’ vs. ‘GGG’ tussle right now,” she said.
“Plus doing anything on camera is a whole next level up. You’ll notice I haven’t asked you to send nudes.”
“Oh, I trust you, Tam…”
“Yeah, but even if I don’t go spreading them around, there are ways pics can get out. Or video.”
She nodded. “Okay. So I’m not comfortable being naked on camera. And I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.”
“Fair enough.”
“But I will do this…” she said. “I wanna put on something prettier for you, and I’ll let you watch me change.”
“Oooh.”
She propped up her phone on her desk and pointed it at her closet. Then she walked over and turned back to face Tam. “Can you still see me?”
“Mostly. A little to the left?”
Angles worked out, she opened her closet and picked out a nice sundress. (Okay, her only nice sundress.) Then she turned so her back was to the camera, and pulled off her old t-shirt.
She heard, even through Skype, his intake of breath. She couldn’t see him without turning around, but she turned her head to hear him better. “Like what you see?” she said.
“Bree…”
Speechless, huh? That’ll do nicely. She grinned—and she knew he’d be able to see that. Rather than put her sundress on yet, she held the pose, ran her fingers through her hair a few times, then slowly pulled the dress over her head and straightened her hair again. Finally she turned back to him and sat down. And if he could see how hard her nipples were, between her need to pee and her horniness and her delight at turning him on… well, that was just fine. She grinned again. “Cat got your tongue, cutie?”
“Whew,” Tam said. “That was… Bree, I think I wanna fuck your back, and that’s not even anatomically possible.”
She giggled.
“But it’s a good thing the cat doesn’t have my tongue, because I can think of some uses for it right about now.”
The giggle continued, though it was shading into a gasp. “Just keep talking, that’s fine for now.”
So he did. And they had fallen in love all over again, and Bree had mentally taken both their clothes off at least five times, when a sudden urgency hit her.
“Hey, cutie, I’m sorry, but I gotta go.”
“I thought we had all morning…”
“Oh! No, sorry, I meant I gotta go pee.”
“Hah. No wonder you’ve been so turned on today.”
She rolled her eyes at herself and grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. But I can’t wait anymore. Can you stay on the call? I’ll be back in a flash.”
“Of course.”
Bree jumped up and went to the door of her room. But just as her hand touched the doorknob, she heard an alarming noise: the bathroom door. Uh-oh.
She looked out anyway. Yes indeed—Allison’s door was now open, and the bathroom door was closed.
Bree’s room was right next to the bathroom. It was, she’d discovered to her embarrassment some time ago, easy to hear anything in there. Yes, that was Allison having her morning pee… this sent a flood of urgency through her. She instinctively grabbed her crotch to avoid sending a flood of pee through her panties and her nice dress.
She turned back to the phone.
“That was a flash,” Tam said.
“I couldn’t go, Allison’s in there,” Bree said softly. (She’d never been sure how well hearing-through-the-bathroom-wall worked in reverse. Probably pretty well.)
“Whoops.”
“I know.”
“Well, she should be out in a minute.”
Just then the shower started running. “You had to say it,” Bree said.
“What?”
“She just got in the shower. And on weekends, Allison showers a long time.”
“How long?”
“Depends on how long my parents put up with it. After a while they yell at her. And they aren’t home…”
“So we’re in unknown territory, huh?”
Bree nodded ruefully. “Keep talking. Take my mind off it.”
“So—should we go back to talking about sex? Because I know those two are connected in your head.” He made a perplexed face. “And now they’re connected in mine, too. Not something I ever expected…”
“I’m sorry I’m so weird.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Um…”
“I am apparently extremely aroused by backs. Or at least by yours. Can’t exactly go pointing fingers here. And I wouldn’t even if I could. You do you, lover.”
She melted a bit. “Oh. Say ‘lover’ again.”
“Sure thing, lover.”
Sweet-talking got them through the next few minutes. But Bree could only keep up the facade for so long. “Shit.”
“Oh, do you need to do that too?”
“Don’t make me laugh right now, Tam,” Bree said. “I really, really gotta go.”
“Well, it was a serious logistical question,” Tam said. “I’m trying to think of places you could go, and if you need #2, then that’s a different hurdle.”
“You’re trying to help me? From two thousand miles away?”
He shrugged. “You’re activating all my chivalry circuits, Bree. I don’t want you suffering.”
“Not suffering at the moment,” she said, gazing him in pure adoration. Indeed, his being such a gentleman had dialed up her arousal. The two sensations really did play off each other, after all. She slipped a hand up her sundress—partly to clutch herself, partly to touch herself. She checked to see if he could see her hand; he couldn’t.
But her eyes betrayed her. He looked more closely. “You really are getting turned on, aren’t you?”
“Can’t help it,” she said. “You’re just so awesome. And hot. And it was your idea, anyway.”
“Huh?”
“I’m doing me.”
He looked more closely still. “You really are, aren’t you?”
Her breath was starting come a little quicker. “Uh-huh.” She checked her image. Nothing below her breasts was really visible, but that was enough—her mouth had fallen a little open, her eyes were a little closed, and her nipples… well, if they got any harder, they’d probably rip right through her thin dress.
“If I were there right now,” Tam began quietly.
“Uh-huh?” she panted.
He told her.
The waves of pleasure were beginning to creep through her. Despite all Tam’s increasingly-explicit words, she kept an ear out for Allison in the shower. And then, perhaps because she now had a bit of an association between showers and sex, she suddenly wondered why Allison always took so long in the shower. They had a detachable showerhead, after all…
The thought of her little sister getting herself off wasn’t a welcome thought. But the idea of putting a lot of warm water on her own clit right now… or, better yet, having Tam do it for her… while she needed, so desperately, to piss out all the warm water she was holding…
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Oh, god…”
Tam’s voice was now off in some entirely other fantasy. She was barely even listening. But hearing him, even through Skype—knowing that he was watching her—it was enough.
She covered her mouth with her free hand, to keep from screaming, and then gently laid her head down on her desk as the waves crashed over and around and through.
“Bree?”
“Still here,” she said, head still down. “I’m listening.”
“That was pretty hot. And adorable.”
“I don’t usually hear those words together.”
“They go together well with you.”
Realization slowly grew that she’d just gotten herself off on camera. Even if she hadn’t been naked, even if no one had seen anything… well, it would still be pretty obvious what she’d been up to.
“Oh my god, I just did that.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Tam said. “And for the record, when you say ‘Oh my god’ because you’re coming is much hotter than when you say it when you’re worried. Don’t ever worry about anything.”
“Well, I still need to pee. Like, really badly.”
“Allison’s still not out?”
“Nope.” Now that her orgasm had passed, Bree was starting to squirm quite uncomfortably in her seat.
“Where else could you go?”
“I don’t know! I’ve been trying to think.”
“I’ve known guys, and at least a couple girls, who would pee in a sink if they had to.”
“Ew. No.”
“How about going outside? You do that a lot.”
“Our neighbors would see me.”
“So what you need to do is get a container of some kind. A jar or something. Something you can wash.”
“You’re so smart.” She jumped up again and ran to the kitchen, where there were some spare canning jars. She was so desperate now that she held herself the whole way there and back to her room, pressing on her hole right through the sundress. After all, mama and papa are gone, and I know where Allison is.
But just as she got back to her room, she heard another problematic noise: Allison turned off the water.
“Allison’s out,” she whispered to Tam.
“Why are we whispering?”
“Because my room is right next to the bathroom. I don’t know how well she can hear.”
“You got the jar?”
“Yeah, but I can’t pee in it now! She might hear me!” Bree bent over, cross-legged. She realized that Tam might be able to see down her dress. Then she remembered she didn’t care. But shortly she had to straighten up and keep moving. She walked in a tight circle, to stay visible, but clutched herself openly.
“Can you hold it until she gets out of the bathroom?”
“She usually does her makeup next. Takes forever.”
“Maybe it’s time to knock?”
“No. I owe her.” And she reminded him why.
“Fair enough. But then what else can you do? Do you have a towel or something?”
Just then her bare toes struck her oversized sleeping t-shirt. “No, but I have this!” She scooped the shirt up and held it up for him to see. “And Alli won’t be able to hear any splattering…”
She sat on the edge of her desk chair, so he could see her from the waist up. She hiked up the hem of her sundress, up and out of the way, then slipped out of her panties (a little damp from all the activity so far today). She nearly dribbled a little right then and there.
“Bree, are you peeing on camera?”
“Yes,” Bree said, wadding up the t-shirt. Everything she was holding wanted to make a break for it… “I can’t hold it any more.”
“Just pointing out we’re on Skype, that’s all.”
It hadn’t even occurred to her, until that moment, that she could have turned off the camera or stepped out of view. Apparently she wanted him to see her. But that made sense. And besides—
“Too late now,” she whispered. “I’m going.”
It was a long, long pee. The last time she’d gone had been the night before, after all. And it couldn’t all squeeze out at once, since she was holding the cotton fabric tight against her crotch. And she usually took a while anyway. Gradually the pressure she’d been holding back eased off. She let out a proportionately long sigh.
“Looks like you really needed that,” Tam commented quietly.
“I really did. Since yesterday, remember?”
“That was pretty cute and pretty hot too, hon.”
“Gave you a lot to think about, huh?”
“You mean for jacking off?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“That you did.”
“Then it’s your turn. You saw me come, it’s only fair.”
“Um… I wish you’d mentioned it earlier. That opportunity sorta… came and went.”
She laughed at the wordplay, then fixed him with a mock glare.
“Not my fault!” he said. “I told you, you’re pretty hot.”
“Well, you owe me.”
“If you’ll help…”
“I think we can arrange that.”
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A few days later, something quite exciting turned up in the mail for Bree: her paycheck.
“OMG, that’s more than I expected,” Bree told Tam.
“Remember we got paid for that first week of training.”
“Now I can buy tickets to visit you!”
And they immediately fell to planning.
“I’m assuming you want to come here to Boston…”
“School starts after Labor Day, so we’ve got a little time…”
Reality started to creep in. Bree had been planning at starting at community college that fall, which gave them a hard deadline for her being home… but also reminded her that she couldn’t just spend all her money visiting Tam. So on the one hand she needed to buy tickets right away, but also needed them fairly cheap. Plane tickets were quickly ruled out. There weren’t any train tickets left at a price Bree was comfortable with. That left the bus. It meant days traveling, and that meant they needed to fill almost every available day before Bree started school. But it would buy them six days with each other.
Suddenly they knew when they’d see each other, and it was only ten days away. (Several of which Bree was going to spend on a bus. This was less exciting.)
“This calls for a celebration,” Bree said.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I wanna call in what you owe me.”
“Yup. But I’ll need your help.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Hmm. Something sexy but that doesn’t involve you naked on camera…”
“I could wear my bikini.”
“That sounds good. But I was hoping for more than that. You were so cute getting yourself off last time.”
“I can do that again, sure! But not right now.”
“Tonight?”
“Better tomorrow morning, before anyone else is awake.”
They chose their time and signed off for the night. And Bree spent the rest of the day on fire with anticipation. She thought about skipping her bedtime pee, but decided she didn’t dare. Instead she drank a little extra right before bed, left her blinds partially open, and didn’t wear any underwear to bed.
The next morning—Saturday morning—she woke up with the sun streaming in through those blinds. Much earlier than usual for her, at least not when she was out on the trail. She’d be tired later in the day, but it was worth it—her family, especially Allison, wouldn’t be up for at least an hour, more likely two. But she was awake and raring to go—in both of the ways she wanted. Her dreams had been about trying to find a bathroom, and it was obvious why. She hadn’t been awake thirty seconds before her hand found her crotch.
She texted Tam right away with her other hand. A few minutes went by in delightful agony. She texted him again.
Ready for you cutie. Where are you?
A few moments later she got a reply. Sorry grabbing breakfast. 5min?
Can’t wait much longer than that or you’ll miss the whole show
The next seven minutes—and yes, she was counting each one—dragged by slowly. She sat up and brushed her hair a bit, but then lay back down. She squeezed her hand and her bladder between her legs and wiggled a bit. And rubbed a bit.
Finally, Tam called her on Skype.
“Hey lover,” he breathed. “Wait, why are you sideways…?”
“I haven’t gotten up yet,” she said. “I texted you almost first thing.”
“I feel special.”
“You should.” She yawned. “Sorry. Still sleepy.”
“Yeah, it’s gotta be early there. Want to wait a bit?”
“No way.” She smiled. “I’m sleepy, but it’s sexy sleepy. Like, I want you to wake me up with kisses all over my body.”
“I’ll do exactly that pretty soon.”
“And I want you to make love to me before we even get out of bed.”
“Definitely on my list, too.”
“Gotta pee really bad, but that’s actually helping.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“And… um… I’m already doing myself. So you should do that too.”
He grinned. “Can I see?”
She thought about it, and decided there wasn’t much he would be able to see—so that would be fine to show him. She threw back her sheets and held her phone at an angle so he could see what she was wearing and doing. Specifically, she had on another one of her oversized t-shirts. Not quite so oversized, though. And thin. And white. It barely covered her. As to what she was doing: she still had her hand between her legs. It definitely looked like she was holding herself because she had to pee. Only a close look would have noticed her finger was moving. She moved the phone a tad bit closer so he could get that close look, then quickly brought the camera back to her face.
“Whew,” Tam said.
“Let me see you,” she said. So far he’d only kept his camera focused on his face.
He held his phone at arm’s length to show that he had on a pair of old boxers, and that was it.
“Mmmmmmm.” Her finger went a little quicker. She felt wetness, and double-checked. Thank god, it’s the right kind of wet.
“So this? This is what you’re doing for me,” Tam said, gesturing at his groin. There was a bit of a bulge there, yes. “Do you want a close-up?”
“For a bit. And I wanna see you… do yourself. Jack off. How you do it, I mean. But I mostly wanna watch your face.”
He grinned and “zoomed in.” His fingers ran the length of that bulge, and it grew noticeably bigger. A moment or two later, and he slid out his hard-on. “As requested,” he said, and curled his fingers around his still-growing erection.
“Do you always grab that tightly?” she asked.
“Not always. In fact—” his grip visibly relaxed “—it’s usually better prep if I don’t.”
“Prep for what?”
“You.”
That sent shivers through her. And, a moment later, a finger into her. Her finger made a bad substitute for what she was seeing on the screen, but it was better than nothing. She tried to imagine what it would be like—what it was going to be like. Very soon. In just nine days, that was going to be hers, all hers…
Involuntarily, the memory of her first time having sex popped into her head. Okay, she hadn’t seen much—they’d been fumbling around in the back seat of Robert’s car. But that was the last time she’d felt a penis between her legs. The feeling of him pushing into her, in retrospect much too soon for her vagina to be happy about it…
“Tam? Let me see your face, please?”
He gave her a close-up.
“Thanks.” She thought about explaining, then decided to just bury the memory in better dreams.
“Still with me?” Tam asked.
“Uh-huh! Why’d you ask?”
“You got a little distant, there. Just for a second.”
That made her realize that he could pick up on her facial expression so well because that’s all she was showing him. She sat up, propped her phone against the bedside lamp, and then re-positioned herself a bit, on her knees. The movement led to some sloshing in her bladder, and she thrust her hand back into her crotch, the hem of her shirt bunched up in her fist. This had the natural effect of pulling the rest of her thin white t-shirt taut against her body.
“Wow!” Tam whispered.
“I really gotta go,” Bree replied.
“Looks you really gotta come, too,” Tam said. “Your nipples…”
She glanced at the small image of herself in the Skype window. That just showed her hair was messed up, and she brushed it back with her free hand. Then she looked down and blushed: her nipples were clear as day, dark underneath the white, cutting through the fabric with their hardness. And that, naturally, felt incredibly nice. Somehow she got even wetter. Without her even thinking about it, her fingers began rubbing her clit again. “Is that good?” she asked.
“You could stay just like that, and it would do fine for me,” Tam said. He was breathing much faster now. And clearly stroking himself faster, too. She asked for a sneak peek, and he gave her one. He looked quite hard indeed.
She would have stayed there, as he’d suggested—but she just couldn’t hold still. She was slowly building towards a climax, that was sure, but she was also increasingly bursting. For both reasons she said, “Sorry, lover, but I gotta stand up.”
“Do what you need to do.”
She propped up her phone, got out of bed for the first time that day, and started dancing. Not formal dancing in any way. Just dancing-like-nobody-but-Tam-was-watching dancing. Pee dancing. And also a little bit of teasing, since if her shirt barely covered her crotch, it was even less able to cover her butt. She made sure to pull the shirt down on whatever side of her was facing the camera, but that usually meant it rode up a bit everywhere else. So whenever it was taut over her left hip, it was obviously slipping up on her left. And when she had to bend over to hold back the pee for a moment, her butt was obviously, but not visibly, totally bare.
“My god, Bree… I can’t last much longer, but I don’t want this to stop…”
“I can’t last much longer, either. I gotta go so bad. And… um… I am getting so turned on…”
Then she made a mistake. She tried to do the sexy-flexible thing and stretch out. Even if her shirt rode up her butt for a second, the camera wouldn’t see much. But as she put one leg up on her bed, she spurted. Drops of her pee pattered onto her hardwood floor. Shit! She blushed beet red—and she heard Tam groan.
“Are you coming?” she said.
“Uh-huh… right… now…”
She whirled to face the camera—jamming a hand between her legs as she did. The look on Tam’s face was priceless. Kinda hilarious, too. But absolutely cute, and absolutely priceless. She giggled, which sent another spasm through her. She managed to fight it back before it became a squirt, but only just.
“Gotta say, wasn’t expecting that,” Tam said, still breathing hard.
“Oh, sorry!”
“For what? Oh, for laughing? Nah, O-face is always ridiculous.”
“Then what weren’t you expecting?”
“When you peed, just a little—it caught the light from your window. Picture perfect. But that’s what got me off. Kinda surprised at myself.”
“This peeing thing is hot, isn’t it? Weird, but hot?”
“Seems to be.”
“I’m glad you like it. But now I’ve got a problem. I really really really gotta go, and I don’t want to make a mess on my floor. A bigger mess, anyway. But, um—I’m also really really really turned on.”
“Do whatever you need.”
“Well that’s just it, I can’t decide…”
“If I were there,” Tam said slowly, “and you were as turned on as you are now, I’d want to get you off first.”
“Uh-huh…”
“And so I’d take a finger and slide it up your thighs.”
“Like this?”
“Exactly. Then I’d find where you were wet…”
He talked her through it. It was intensely arousing, doing what he told her to do—but to be honest, some of his ideas weren’t working for her. She hesitated, then made some suggestions. He adopted them immediately. Those bumps in the road slowed her down a bit, however. Her body was screaming for both releases, but her climax was playing hard to get. Her bladder, on the other hand, had a much more straightforward path to pleasure. And it took it.
Two big spurts, right past her fingers and down her legs. She gasped.
“I just leaked…”
“Are you peeing?”
“Just about.” That settled things. “I really can’t hold it. So I’m gonna take you into the bathroom with me. But you gotta be real quiet. I don’t want to wake anyone up, or have anyone hear you.”
“My lips are sealed.”
A thought crossed her mind. She grabbed her towel and took it with her. Peeking out, she saw every other bedroom door along the hall was still closed. She slipped into the bathroom and looked for a place to prop up her phone again.
This took another minute. In the end she had to support it with several different items. During this construction project, she felt another spurt make a break for it. A small one, fortunately. But oh god oh god I’m gonna explode!
Getting a thumbs-up from Tam that he could see, she stepped into the shower, still in her almost-big-enough t-shirt, and pulled the translucent curtain shut. She knew that Tam (and the camera) would still be able to see her shape and color, but not much detail. Safe in this, she pulled off the t-shirt and flung it over the top of the curtain rod. Getting naked led immediately to a fourth spurt, and a fifth, as she quickly tied her hair back. The droplets hitting the porcelain of the tub sounded thunderous. She was seconds away from wetting herself. Wait, is it still wetting if I’m naked?
She turned on the water.
Big mistake: it was shockingly cold. More pee burst out of her, uncontrollably—she could tell, because it was warm when all the other liquid pouring over her was not. She jerked back to the far end of the tub, shoving a hand into her crotch to fight back the explosion (Why? What am I waiting for?), realizing as she did that she’d probably stepped out of the camera’s view. Fortunately the pipes weren’t too cold, here in summertime, and the shower warmed up fast. She stepped close again, took the detachable showerhead, held it against her groin…
This time she couldn’t tell which was water and which was pee—it was all deliciously warm. And then her climax roared through her at last. She moaned involuntarily and had to bite her own arm to quiet herself.
When she was finished going—and coming—she washed herself down in a more normal fashion, turned off the water, and peeked out around the shower curtain. Tam grinned. She gave him a questioning look with a thumbs up, and he responded with two thumbs. She grabbed her towel, wrapped it around her, and stepped out of the shower, collecting her phone and her shirt on the way. She was trying hard not to giggle on her way back to her room (fortunately a short trip) but she couldn’t help it, she felt so naughty. And so excellent.
“That was pretty great,” Tam said softly as she propped the phone up on her desk one more time.
“How much could you see?”
“Not a lot of detail. But, um—your nipples are pretty dark, huh?”
She blushed. “Didn’t mean for you to see that. On camera, I mean.”
“I’m not recording.”
“I know.” She fought down the surge of shame and decided to lean into it. “But if you want to start recording now, you can.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
A small red dot appeared with the letters REC, up in the corner.
Holding her towel wrapped around her, she quickly found some clothes for the day and laid them out. Then she backed up to the camera and let the towel drop to her waist. “What can you see now?”
“Most of your back. Nothing else.”
“Perfect.” She dried off, making sure she didn’t get further away from the camera, and then started dressing. Once she had her panties and shorts on, but nothing else, she took two steps away from her desk and started brushing her hair. Then she braided it. Only then did she reach for her bra. This meant she had to turn slightly back towards the camera, so she cupped her left breast as she reached with her other hand. Bra went on. Settling herself into it made her braid bounce across her bare shoulders. Next, her shirt. Then she turned around and put her hands on her hips in accomplishment.
Tam shook his head. “Wow. That was—amazing.”
“I wanted to give you something to remember me by.”
“You have. So much.”
“And soon I’ll give you something else.”
“We’ll give each other a lot.”
“Nine days.”
“Barely any time at all.” |
Beginning Note: This fic is based off the RE2 remake, apologies to the hardcore/original fans, and also contains some heavy spoilers from the first and this game. You’re all probably aware of them already just wanted to add a warning anyway. It’s also my first so please be merciful, and feel free to offer any criticism and ideas for improvement.
“Damn that Leon.” Ada Wong uttered in slight annoyance as she trekked the sewers. She was a somewhat tall, and certainly curvy 24 year old Chinese woman, with short hair styled in a bob, a gaze that was harsh and cold, but also alluring, and a red Chinese dress clad-figure to make both men and women collapse with pleasurable aches in their groins.
Ada herself was feeling one, although not completely out of arousal (she wasn’t aware but that would soon change). The mission should have been simple; find Anette Birkin, secure the G Virus, and be on her merry way. But someone in her line of work knew it was never that simple.
Instead she had been faced with multiple complications.
First she had run into the naive but hopeful rookie Leon Kennedy, watching him struggle to fight off a zombified Doberman . Her boss, Albert Wesker, had he been watching would have ordered her to leave the rookie to his fate, but Ada felt compelled to whip out her Mauser HSc pistol and save him from being mauled.
After that exchange, she left to find and interview Ben Bertulocci to gain information only to see his absolutely pulverized brain matter and bits of skull redecorate his jail cell, courtesy of the Tyrant. To make matters worse, she had run into Leon again.
‘What the hell is he still doing here? I gave him a chance to leave and the idiot stuck around. He’s going to get himself killed at this rate!’ the spy internally fumed. Sure she was a bioterrorist who was temporarily working for a mastermind traitor with a god complex, but she still had standards.
Eventually Ada had crossed paths with Leon once more and had crashed a car into a Tyrant, then set off the C4 wired in the truck. Probably didn’t finish the job, but it was worth a shot.
They had eventually agreed to team up and had made their way into the sewers, and that’s when the trouble really started to spiral.
Ada had finally caught Annette Birkin, but the bitch was trickier than she had given her credit for. The scientist had pulled a Glock 18 and fired, managing to hit Leon in the shoulder. She retaliated with shots from her Mauser HSc but had unfortunately missed. First priority, save Leon. He wasn’t in mortal danger, but he needed medical care. She had begun sealing Leon’s shoulder wound with a first-aid spray when all of a sudden a slight but noticeable twinge was felt in her bladder.
“Shit, not right now!!” Ada cursed in annoyance and embarrassment. She was a mature and accomplished spy who had beaten the odds of many perils, not a school girl who pissed herself in the face of danger. She could just urinate right then and there, especially considering the fact that they were in a sewer and Leon was unconscious, but taking the time to remove her black satin panties and squatting put herself in a vulnerable position, something she couldn’t afford. The T Virus weapons could easily box her in, which would result in a pointless and undignified death.
Her only options were to hold it for the entirety of her mission, which was guaranteed to be impossible, or wet herself on purpose. She would try the former, but resigned herself to the latter. Ada had finished bandaging up Leon’s gunshot wound, then slipped off her beige trenchcoat and buttoned it onto Leon’s sleeping form. Clad in her short, thin strapped, and backless red dress, she mentally wished she could keep it to soak up remnants of her future accident if needed but knew Leon’s safety was more important.
“Let’s get this over with.” she groaned as pressure began to build in her lower systems. Dealing with this new issue had made her mission twice as difficult, normally the spy was quite the athlete who could dodge and flip kick her assailants with ease, and crawling in small spaces was an insignificant issue. Now however, such complex maneuvers were much more difficult. Her groin pulsed in desperation whenever she sprinted or stretched her legs upward for a kick, and her bladder felt especially stressed whenever she clung to the ground to crawl under tight spaces.
It wasn’t all bad news though. Most of the bioweapons she had encountered were typical T virus infected humans, slow and stupid meatshields once you knew how to deal with them, which she certainly did, and her progress hand’t been hindered much, if it all. Unfortunately, that was beginning to change. All the discomfort and struggles from holding her urine in had caused Ada to feel waves of anxiety and stress, which just led to more sensations of desperation in her body. Tears began to cloud her eyes as she mentally cried in frustration and rubbed her thighs together, grasping on to any distraction she could.
Her body was starting to heavily perspire, forming a sheen of sweat to form on her forehead, armpits, large breasts, toned abdominal region, beautiful thighs, and pouty genitals. This dire need and distraction began to cloud her mind and distract her, which she did not need. A very small but sudden spurt came out, causing Ada to yelp in surprise and immediately grab her crotch. She soothed and carressed her groin with nimble fingers and suddenly experienced a strange feeling: arousal.
‘What the hell, my mind is surely playing tricks on me, right? This feeling, it’s just a strange reaction since my body is not feeling well right now.’ the spy tried, and failed to convince herself. Sure, her body and mind weren’t exactly in peak performance due to her need to relieve herself, but she wasn’t at all physically or mentally ill whatsoever. No, it was clear as day: bioterrorist Ada Wong was turned on by holding her urine in and wanting to let it all go.
Of course the sexy woman was no stranger to sex (duh); it wasn’t often but she had seduced and fucked men and even a couple of women, however it was just for the sake of whatever mission at hand or casual fun. Even with sessions with her boss Albert Wesker, the closest she ever had to being in a relationship (and even that was rather disant), was just mind blowing stress relief. Of course this was new to her, without a true romantic partner or downtime to explore herself, she simply never had the opportunity to discover her personal kinks and pleasures.
As if that wasn’t enough confirmation, another more sticky and viscous liquid clung to Ada’s black lacy panties and her nipples were diamond hard pebbles, which sealed the deal. While definitely weirded out by this bizarre discovery, there was also relief in that this didn’t have to be a completely negative experience. If anything, her frustration and anxiety had been replaced by excitement and even ecstasy. She was now looking forward to pissing herself, the feeling was guaranteed to be orgasmic.
Unfortunately, wishes do come true more often than we think, just in ways we didn’t expect or particularly want. In Ada’s case, it was in the form of a Licker. The behemoth was a large and muscular abomination with claws, fangs, and an extremely lengthy tongue which was powerful to shatter and even amputate body parts. This monster was a disturbing combination that was neither human or animal, and worst of all it was facing her direction.
Ada Wong froze up in terror at the sight, knowing quite well just how much danger she was in and was scared stiff. While it was blind, it had an excellent sense of hearing and smell. A lesser person would have emptied their bladder right then and there but only a couple more spurts dampened Ada’s lacie unmentionables. With a couple of breathers and quick steps, she managed to get right close to her target, then whipped out her Mauser pistol and emptied the whole mag into the Licker’s exposed brain. She struck it hard in the face with a vicious kick for good measure, feeling the monster’s skull fracture. That last stretch of her leg and the previously mentioned fear were the final keys to unlocking her bliss.
Hot urine began to rapidly pour out of her bladder, into her urethra, and exited her genitals with an audible hiss that splashed against the metal grates, causing Ada to moan in both pleasure and relief. The waterfall lasted for almost a good minute before slowing down in waves and short spurts, then finally ending with some piddles and droplets. As she predicted, it was one of the greatest feelings that she ever experienced in her life.
Unfortunately there were some complications. Her panties, stockings, and the bottom portion of her dress were saturated in hot piss. She made sure to climb onto a structure none of the bioweapons could crawl onto and took the time to remove her panties and stockings. First the stockings were removed completely, and were used to wipe herself as best as she could. She noticed in amusement stubborn piss droplets clung onto her pussy lips and thick black bush. Once this was done they were discarded. Next the spy wringed her panties as best as she could before slipping them back on once again.
While the wetness and damp clothes originally had a warmth that was both pleasurable, the liquid had eventually become cold and felt rather uncomfortable, she noticed. While the aftermath was messier than she had preferred, Ada was rather pleased that the feeling of release was more than worth it. Combined with nudity and a controlled environment such as a shower, bath, container, or body of water, pissing herself would be quite the recurring sexual activity.
*Couple of hours later*
“Fuck, Leon thank god you’re here.” Ada gasped in pain as she saw the silver haired pretty boy rookie come in view. “Ada, are you alright, what the hell happened?” Leon replied. Then he noticed the small piece of rebar impaling and marring her otherwise perfect thigh. “Shit I’m sorry. I got herbs and bandages, it won’t be as helpful as the spray you gave me but it’s all I have on me right now.” “That’s quite alright, just apply it. Anette really got us both.” she laughed humorlessly. Leon was so distracted he missed the wet patch adorning Ada’s dress, or her missing stockings.
“There you go, up and easy.” “Thank you Leon, you’ve been a great help, although still quite the rookie.” she teased, then hissed in pain as she stood up. “Do you need me to carry you?” “No Leon baby, I’m fine but thanks for the suggestion.” she hurriedly assured. While the experience was certainly pleasurable for herself, she didn’t feel ready to share it with anyone else yet. Leon was such a pure and endearingly dorky guy, he probably would be disgusted by her habits.
However, Ada quickly changed her mind when she noticed in the corner of her eye that Leon was trying to and failing rather spectacularly to peek at her urine soaked dress. Of course he was also checking out her other areas such as her tits, ass, and legs but she could tell they weren't the only things on his mind. She wouldn’t bring it up quite yet, but eventually, eventually they would make love to each other, complete with hot showers.
Ending Note: Alright, that’s it! The first Ada Wong omorashi fanfiction (at least I know of). The only reason why I wrote this was because there weren’t any others, although now I’m actually glad that’s how things worked out, I had a lot of fun writing this, from both a writer’s and turned on perspective, and now I might actually put my profile to good use. I hope this fic will result in better and more experienced writers creating their own Ada wettings, but I’m still quite pleased with the results. I’ll probably make some more sequels, but they won’t be immediately after this event. Instead the second will be Ada making a doctor’s visit to better understand her new habit in preparation for next time, and the third will be her and Leon finally romancing each other. Take care everyone! |
Lindsey opened the door with one hand, a grocery bag in another. Kayla followed a bit behind her after she positioned her coffee cup on the top of the car to grab on a return trip.
They had been out for nearly three hours, Lindsey was desperate to pee and Kayla wasn’t much better. Lindsey slipped off her shoes, put her sunglasses up on her hair, and finally relaxed her body. A hissing noise quickly emerged as she peed in her leggings. Kayla followed behind with another two bags. She looked over at Lindsey and admired her complacency to pee her pants as soon as she walked into the comfort of her own home.
“Oh come on you make me want to give up right now”
“No wait, don’t go, just stay here” Lindsey grabbed Kayla’s hand and pressed her thumb in her palm. “Just stand here for a minute” she looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes while pee ran down her legs and pooled on the doormat at her feet.
Kayla stood for 15 seconds shifting her weight on her feet, unable to reach the same state of zen in her discomfort. “Lindsey I gotta go, if you’re gonna keep me here at least let me pee in my pants?”
“Shh shh shh… zen.” she whispered.
Kayla rolled her eyes and clasped her fingers around Lindsey’s as she began peeing in her pants. Her jeans quickly darkened, soaking up her pee which hissed louder than Lindsey. She took a long breath, the kind you take after getting home from a long day, and exhaled while letting herself wet her jeans to her heart’s content. A tiny secretive smile formed on her lips.
They stood peeing in happy silence for twenty seconds.
“Aaah this is bliss, I needed this today”
“That’s what I’m here for~ why bother with the toilet when you’re exhausted?” Lindsey remarked. She always tried to make her house a second home for Kayla. She knew how to read her eyes and feel what she felt when they were together. Her keen empathy that kept her one step ahead of Kayla’s needs is part of why Kayla loved her so much: she just knew.
Kayla’s stream settled down to a trickle and Lindsey snuck in a quick kiss with Kayla still stuck in a daze. “Welcome home” she joked and smiled, walking back through the door to get more groceries.
***
A little later in the evening the sun had set and the two girls were in the kitchen making stir fry with noodles. Neither of them changed their pants earlier, instead electing to get right to chopping as they were hungrier than usual from the day’s events. At this point they were mostly dry again anyway so it wouldn’t make a difference to take them off while they were at home. Lindsey peeled and passed over carrots to Kayla who chopped with a rhythm. Their regular soundtrack was usually cozy coffee shop ambient music on youtube or folk music which Lindsey often put on. Today they were feeling cozy.
Twenty minutes later Kayla carefully poured and partitioned their stir fry into two bowls, then slide them across the counter and walked over with two forks.
“I think it came out pretty good, what do you say?”
“I’m not gonna say anything cause I haven’t tried it yet ya dope” was Kayla’s snarky response. It’s true, she usually held her comments to the chef until she was finished eating. Lindsey slurped up an ambitious amount of steaming hot noodles, quickly regretting her actions and wriggling around in her seat. “Hothothot!” Kayla barely reacted, entirely unsurprised but still a little amused. After copious blowing Lindsey’s bowl was cool enough that she quickened her pace to that of a teenage boy. The Szechuan peppers added a quick kick of heat that she compensated for by refilling a large glass of water twice. Kayla did the same, peeved that they had forgotten milk earlier in the store.
“Do you believe in that myth that food tastes better when you haven’t eaten for a while?” Lindsey spoke in between chewing.
“That’s not a myth darling,” Kayla laughed.
“Well fine my point was I believe in it, but if it’s not a myth and it’s just true then I agree with that too!” They both laughed.
As Lindsey continued eating, she began to get a little uncomfortable again from drinking so much water. It didn’t help that her expanding stomach put pressure on her bladder. She considered going to the bathroom but it wasn’t worth it at this point having already peed in her pants earlier. Kayla heard a hiss nearby as Lindsey began to pee while sat in her counter stool. Pee soaked her panties and filled the crevice between her legs. It splashed loudly onto the floor from stool height. Kayla smiled in response, but didn’t follow suit this time as she hadn’t drank as much. She also consistently had a larger bladder and usually lasted longer on car trips. This didn’t bother Lindsey, she had no competitive edge for something she enjoyed failing at. She enjoyed the warmth and comfort of wetting and more frequently made it a part of her daily routine. Kayla was a less frequent wetter, but liked the convenience of it and enjoyed seeing her lover happy. If Lindsey asked Kayla to wet, she often obliged.
“I’m really starting to hit a wall here” Lindsey spoke taking a break from her bowl.
“You made more room for yourself, I’m sure you can finish it.”
Lindsey picked up her fork again with more resolve as she knew Kayla didn’t like to waste food. She was glad it was damn good food to push her limits with at least.
Their evening continued after they cleaned dishes and changed into light and fluffy pajamas. Discussions about reconnecting with college friends who were in town that weekend, new TV shows, and travel plans for the summer kept them going for a few hours longer.
***
Kayla laid in bed next to a lamp with her reading glasses on, nearly done with her habitual twenty pages before bed. Lindsey climbed into bed next to her under thick blankets since it was unusually cold that night. She scrunched the covers up to her cheeks, looking at her phone for a few minutes while Kayla finished reading. Lindsey's house was an older one with a charming interior but nonetheless let out plenty of heat. Kayla closed her book and placed it on her bedside table next to her glasses, then turned off her lamp. She settled her head into her pillow. Without too much delay, Lindsey shifted her spot to cuddle with Kayla.
Thirty minutes later Lindsey wasn’t much closer to falling asleep, kept up by lingering thoughts about her work and the cold. She had gone to the bathroom right before falling asleep and didn’t have any need to pee. Lindsey had a hunch though.
“Kayla~~” she whispered “are you awake?” There was a pause.
“Yes”
“Do you need to pee?”
“……Yes”
Kayla hadn’t peed since they had got home hours ago. She avoided peeing before bed so she could eagerly read another chapter of a book she was invested in. She had felt the need much earlier, but wasn’t really in a bathroom mood that night.
“It’s so cold” Lindsey whispered.
Kayla felt Lindsey pull her closer and her legs locked around her. Kayla had no intentions of leaving her comfy bed or staying awake either. She let her bladder rest and after a few seconds her warm piss flowed in her panties and made a pool under her pajamas. Lindsey had gotten her wish tonight; warmth spread between them under the covers. Kayla continued wetting in bed on purpose, making her puddle larger and larger on the mattress cover until the warmth spread up to her chest. She peed until at last empty and settled. They fell asleep together until the early morning when Kayla was, as always, the first to rise.
Edited July 16, 2021 by Vermilion
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Chapter 3:
Lindsey was home today to do some remote work. She had temporarily moved over to the well-lit dining room table to scan in documents and email them to her lab manager. She was trying to hold her hands still to scan while she bounced up and down since she had to pee. Kayla was in the other room writing and sipping tea.
“Oh shoot..” A few papers slipped off the dining room table. She put them back in place and then grabbed a stack and carried it over to the kitchen. She had a habit of using the magnets on the refrigerator to post up and organize her papers next to each other. It was easy because she could leave a few things up for a while without having to clear her desk, and the kitchen was only a few paces away from her desk space.
She opened the fridge to fill her glass of water and grab a yogurt. Kayla walked in and stopped at the doorway.
“Its coming along-“ Kayla sighed.
“Well that’s good at least!”
“-but slowly.”
“You’ve got all weekend, don’t stress it”
“I wanna send it to that guy to proofread before Monday, but yeah you’re right. I’ve been due to take a break the past hour anyway.”
“I’m almost done with this, then we can go out~” Lindsey suggested.
“Naaaah I don’t wanna go out, not today”
“Why not, we could call up Amy? She said she was gonna be in town later today”
“Naaaah-I’d rather stay home”
“Period?”
“Nah”
“Lazy?”
“Maybe” Kayla grinned.
“Tired?”
“Yes.” Kayla flopped onto the couch. She turned on the TV and opened up Youtube.
Lindsey came out of the bathroom a minute later to see Kayla watching Daily Dose of Internet.
“Hey who said you could go to the bathroom?” She saw Lindsey come back to sit down.
“Is that what you wanna do tonight?”
“Hmphf, I’m trying to give hints here-”
“Really?”
“I said I’m trying, you’re good at this”
“Oh sorry, yeah of course I see the carvings on the blank slate now, it’s so obvious” her snark let out quickly in response.
“The last time anyone had an accident around here was like a week ago when I was at the stop light!”
“Yeah I was beginning to think we might just be doomed to lead normal lives”
“Oh come on that’s not what I meant, we’re not having enough fun around here”
“That was the cheekiest lie ever I’ve told” Lindsey smiled.
“Right? Don’t even try to fool me, you love wetting even more than I do-”
“Yeees I do, *but I like it more with you* ” she booped Kayla’s nose. “I’m terribly sorry I offended you by going to the bathroom when I needed to like a responsible young woman, let’s fill a couple glasses and watch that movie that you wanted me to see, how about that?”
Kayla scoffed sarcastically “I thought you’d never ask” pulling up the movie on Netflix.
“Drink every time they say ‘I gotta check the numbers’!” Lindsey yelled from over in the kitchen. It was a sci-fi movie.
“Drink every time they say ‘the numbers’” Kayla retorted.
“Drink every time they say ‘the’ I dare you”
“Wow ok look what I got myself into, how about I never put the glass down while I’m at it?”
“It’s fixed to your hand, it can’t come off. You were born like this and this is your fate” Lindsey returned a creative jab.
Kayla raised a full glass of water to the stars, “I do as the gods command”
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Lindsey rattled off like a college kid at fraternity.
“That’s not a very godly atmosphere” she drank the whole glass and slammed it on the table, then stood still.
“Excuse me!” Kayla snapped.
“Yes chef? sorry chef”
“I request…. ~~refreshments~~” she said with the poshest accent. She drank another half glass.
“It’s raaawwwww!” She responded, and they both cracked up falling over each other laughing. Lindsey could barely eek out “-my mistake chef!” before collapsing. It was antics like these that made them so happy to be together.
They went over to the couch and sat down. “No no, right here. Sit on my lap” Lindsey said. Kayla happily plopped down in Lindsey’s lap and they started the movie.
*** Later… ***
“Okay maybe you sitting on my lap wasn’t such a good idea”
“Well I can’t help it I’ve drank an ungodly amount of water Lindsey!”
“Yeah because I told you to”
“Because you told me to!”
“Now I’m telling you to stop squirming or give up and pee in your jeans”
“Mmmmm no!” She drank another sip and squirmed some more. Lindsey put her hands around Kayla to fake a hug then poked her bladder-
“Aaah!” Kayla shrieked and let out a large spurt of pee before regaining control. “Hey no fair!” but Lindsey wasn’t listening. She tickled her from behind and poked her again, and Kayla started peeing on top of her before she caught Lindsey’s hands and held them down on the couch. Kayla’s crotch was wet and dripping but she still hadn’t let much out. Lindsey swiped one hand out of Kayla’s grasp and fingered her jeans. She was having too much fun breaking Kayla’s defences and tried to push hard on her bladder.
“Stop-stop-stop!” Kayla leaked some more, “I give up, let me keep my pride!” she responded and then starting peeing again in Lindsey’s lap, this time by her own choice. She had to go so badly that it all came in a torrent. A hissing sound came from her crotch as she sat there soaking her jeans on top of Lindsey who couldn’t wipe a grin off her face. Pee continued to soak through to Lindsey’s sweatpants and reached her underwear before she could do the honors. Kayla turned her head and closed in on Lindsey to kiss her. They kissed passionately with eyes closed while Kayla wet.
Kayla raised her head up.
“I need you to piss as much as you can in your sweatpants right now” she whispered. “Do it for me darling, show me you love me” Kayla reached under her legs to finger Lindsey as she kissed her again. Lindsey didn’t take long to start wetting under Kayla. She sighed as her stream flowed out of her into her panties. Admitting defeat and letting go in her pants was truly one of Lindsey’s favorite feelings in the world. They were both having way more fun peeing in their pants on the couch rather than in the toilet.
“Oh wow you’re still going” Lindsey interrupted another kiss.
“You bet I’m still going, that’s four glasses of water coming out of me right now” Kayla responded.
“You’re so hot I can’t get over you”
By the time both of them were empty they were completely soaked through.
“You got what you wished for didn’t you?”
Kayla silently smiled in agreement.
“I hoped you wished for deep cleaning the couch tomorrow morning”
“Shhhhh dear don’t worry, don’t worry”
“We’re staying away from the bed tonight, it’s too dangerous” Lindsey smirked.
“You gotta rewind the movie I missed the last five minutes”
“Ha!”
“I’m gonna grab the good blanket”
Later on in the evening Kayla was now laying sideways on the couch with her legs across Lindsey’s lap and her head propped up on a bunch of pillows. They were both under a warm blanket that they often delegated for nights like these. Lindsey was reasonably full again but didn’t have a dire need yet, not that she was planning on getting up anyway.
Without warning, Lindsey heard Kayla start to pee herself again under their blanket.
“Sorry, had to go”
Kayla felt her pee streaming down her legs. Lindsey was unconcerned, and they both continued to enjoy the movie without needing to get up. Lindsey’s left leg dampened a bit as some of Kayla’s pee flowed down to her, but for the most part she was only mildly damp from earlier and Kayla was the only one making herself newly wet.
Later on after the movie was over Kayla had fallen asleep on top of Lindsey. Lindsey was laid on her side, with her head on the blanket on top of Kayla’s thighs. Lindsey was almost ready to fall asleep but now she really needed to pee, so she adjusted her position a bit and then happily began to pee where she laid under the covers. Her piss shooting through her panties once again made a faint hissing noise that was hardly enough to wake Kayla who was out cold. She let herself relax and pee in her sweatpants without worry until her bladder was empty and she dozed off to sleep. Kayla, who awoke several hours later with a pang in her bladder again, peed under the covers without a second thought and returned to her slumber quickly. |
Max Brockman's parents had moved to India from Britain before he was born, and he did not regret their decision. While there were many problems with the country he had grown up in, there were 2 things it could not be faulted for: the sheer number of gorgeous Asian girls, and the lack of toilets for them. Once he had gone through puberty, this combination served to give more pleasure to his teenage cock than he could ever have imagined. As his mind drifted during class, he saw his elegant female classmates fidget with their skirts and drum their feet on the floor, wishing for class to be over so they could dash to the toilet at home. If only their composure would fail them, and they would foul their skirts in despair in front of him...One girl in particular took his fancy, Priya Patel, a slender beauty with her hair in a long ponytail. She seemed so intelligent and composed that his dirtiest fantasies drifted to her soiling herself in gleeful shame, after which he could rip down her knickers and...he was a horny boy. But the condoms he kept in his trouser pocket went unused.
It was a sweltering summer day when he noticed Priya being a little more uncomfortable than usual. The girls' toilets were all closed, and they had to hold it all day, struggling with dignity. He'd never seen a girl soil herself in class before, and he wasn't getting his hopes (and his cock) up too far now, but he did wonder if he might hear a fart slip from under that blue pleated uniform skirt. But it didn't happen, and by the time class was dismissed her knickers, from what he could judge, where still spotless. But she did look deeply uncomfortable, and her hand drifted to the back of her skirt, as if trying to hold in an enormous dump. Perhaps, if he offered to walk home with her, he might see something.
"Would you mind if I walked home with you?" he said civilly.
"Oh...well...I wasn't expecting anyone, but..." she looked at him. He was handsome, and though her parents definitely wouldn't approve of her being seen with a white boy, a little stroll wouldn't hurt. But her guts did, and poo was pushing at her bottom. She wanted to walk home quickly to avoid too much discomfort, or even...something she dared not think about.
"...yes, that's fine," she said, against her better judgement.
As they walked home, Max looked at Priya's bottom flexing under the swish of her skirt. He wanted to rest his hand on it, even slip it up her skirt, but he knew he had to be civil. Groping a sophisticated Indian girl on their first date was not a good way to achieve success, not to mention being unethical. Perhaps she might slip a fart, or even...no, surely not. But her face was growing increasingly stressed from the pain in her bowels, and her bladder was aching, too. She wasn't too concerned about making it to the toilet, but she certainly couldn't take too long. Unknown to her knowledge, her friends were slowly losing control as they walked home, piddling in their knickers and billowing their skirts with farts. 3 girls had disgraced themselves already before they got home. But she was, at present, determined not to join them.
A spasm of bowel pain made her bend over and clutch her stomach. While she managed to contain it, she became worried that Max might see something humiliating.
"Is there anything wrong?" he asked.
"No, I just...need to visit the toilet," she said, blushing.
"How far are you from home?" he asked, hoping for a long while yet.
"Not so far..." she said, encouraging herself and striding on. She had to walk faster unless she wanted to risk humiliation. Max hurried to catch up. They stopped beside a road, with traffic roaring down on both sides.
"I have to cross here," she said, fidgeting with her skirt and gritting her teeth. "I need to wait for the right time..."
The right time took a while to come, and Priya was growing increasingly desperate. Max looked at her white knee socks and imagined them streaked with piss and shit as his cock grew in his pants. If only...
But eventually, their moment came.
"Now, go," said Priya, hurrying across the road. Max followed. "Not so far now," she said, a little relieved.
"So you think you'll make it home?" he asked.
"Of course," she said. "Did you really think I'd disgrace myself?"
Max was silent. He resigned himself to Priya making it to the toilet, and having to only fantasise about the humiliating accident she could have suffered. But the intervention of a moped thief changed all that. Seeing a vulnerable girl with an expensive bag, he rode up to her and wrenched it from her shoulder. Instinctively, she ran after him, shouting "Thief! Stop there, you..." she couldn't bring herself to swear. But the shock had loosened her bladder and bowels, and a wet fart burst from her bottom. She clutched it and gasped in distress. Warm wetness burst into her knickers as she started to wee, and as she tried to stop that, she started to poo. After struggling ineffectively for a few seconds, Priya Patel began to foul her skirt in torrents of urine and feces, her arse farting like a hurricane and curling turds into her knickers as piss cascaded down her legs. And Max was watching, his cock stretching in his pants, almost ripping the fly of his trousers. There was no use chasing after the thief - no one could outrun a moped - but there was a lot of use in watching a glamourous Indian girl soil herself like a baby and burst into tears.
Max walked up to Priya and rested his hand on her shoulder. He noticed a patch of trees near the road, a little secluded. If he played this right...if...
"What am I going to do?" said Priya. "I've lost my bag with all my books, and now my knickers...I've lost control..."
"Never mind," he said. "I'll vouch for your story, and...well...as for the knickers...you can just take them off. Just come home in your skirt, and your parents might not notice..."
"I suppose that's what I'll have to do," she said, sighing.
"There are those trees over there." He gestured to them. "Come on."
Holding her hand, he led her over to the trees. She took a deep breath, and removed her shoes.
"You know, since we're out of sight here..." Max said, chuckling at just how naughty he was being. "And since you're taking off your knickers..."
He produced the condom from his pocket.
"Oh, you - " said Priya, shocked. "Well, I suppose..." She removed her socks. "I guess I could..."
She lifted her skirt and exposed her fouled, filthy knickers, once white but now yellow and brown, loaded with involuntary turds. She slipped them down her legs, exposing her neatly trimmed pubes and her pussy. "You know, let's be naughty, as long as it's safe," she said. "It's not like I can get any more humiliated, is it..."
Max struggled to unzip his trousers and revealed his cock. He opened the condom packet and rolled it on, struggling not to just blow his load at the intensity of the situation, and then approached Priya, slipping his hand under her skirt and feeling her damp crotch.
"Alright..." she said. "That's alright...Oh...." Max smirked as he knew he'd found her clitoris. He played it with his fingers. Priya moaned in pleasure as she came to the edge of orgasm, made even more intense by her shame. This was going well, for a first time...but the excitement was getting to him, and if he didn't stick it in, he'd just come all over himself. Embracing and kissing Priya, he thrust his cock deep in her pussy, gasping as he started to come. He wished he'd been able to thrust for longer, but the semen blasted out of him like Priya's piss had a few minutes earlier. Recovering his breath, he slipped his cock out and removed the condom, using a tissue to clean himself. Priya was blushing from the shame, but she'd obviously enjoyed giving him her virginity.
"Shall we meet again some time?" he asked.
"Yes...I think so," she said, adjusting her skirt to cover her bare pussy and arse. "Hopefully not like this..."
Hopefully at least a bit like this, Max thought. |
Training the Maid
Chapter1:
It had been six months since Mariela was cut from her job, and because of that, she had been out on the streets for the last four months, scraping by with whatever kindness strangers would leave her as they walked by.
The twenty-three year old got up from the curb she was sitting on, her shorts caked in stains and dirt along with her face and hands. Her shirt was ripped in the back which exposed her dingy bra strap. She smelled from not having a proper shower for days, and looked around before making her way towards the nearby McDonalds with what little change she had.
She walked into the fast food, and immediately, an employee stopped her.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just going to use the restroom.”
“The restrooms in here are for paying customers,” the young girl told her.
“Yes, I have money.”
“Let me see.”
Mariela sighed and reached into her pocket and pulled out two wrinkled dollar bills, six dimes, and 8 nickels. “That’s enough to get something, right?”
The employee shook her head. “It’s not that much. I’ll take your money for you and get you some food. My manager will not let you order like you are.”
“That’s fine,” Mariela held her stomach. “I don’t really care what it pays to eat, I just want anything. And now, may I use your restroom?”
“No. The bathrooms in this establishment are clean, and people are doing to doubt that if they see you coming out like you are. Just wait here, and I’ll get your food.”
“But….”
“Look, if you move from this spot, I’m not going to hunt you down. You’ll lose your money for nothing. So, either you want to eat, or you don’t.”
Mariela nodded.
She was put just outside the restaurant door to wait, and while she didn’t think the girl meant to rob her, she did feel anxious to be separated from the only money she had for the night and probably the only meal she’d get with it.
It took an eternity for the girl to come back, but while the girl was gone, another woman walked up to her, and she lightly patted her on the shoulder to let her know she was there.
“I’m sorry,” Mariela said sadly as she moved aside thinking she was blocking the door.
“Sorry?” a taller blond girl asked.
“I was in your way, right?” Mariela asked.
“No, sweetie. I was just wandering, what are you doing out here all by yourself, and where are your parents.”
“That’s nice of you, miss, but I’m actually twenty-three years old.”
The woman dwarfed Mariela easily, and so the woman shook her head at the little dirty girl and shrugged.
“Baby, you don’t need to lie to me. I’m not going to turn you into the police if that’s what you are scared of. You’re probably an illegal Mexican, right? And your parents sent you to get food because they thought the police wouldn’t harass a child. Am I not right?”
Mariela shook her head. “No ma’am. I really am twenty-three years old.”
The woman sighed. “Okay, well, you are obviously waiting to go in to get something. Did you decide you didn’t have enough money? Maybe I can help.”
Mariela shook her head. “A nice young girl is getting my food for me.”
The woman shook her head and took the little girl by the hand and started to walk her into the restaurant.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you and your family some food. I’m not buying any of this.”
Mariela tried to pull her hand back, but he woman was locked on to her wrist pretty good, and she pulled the little lady right into the store and they stood at the back of a line with twelve people in it.
Mariela squirmed a little bit, hoping she wouldn’t wet her pants in front of everyone while they were waiting to go to the front. She knew if she got caught in the restroom, the girl would get her thrown out and keep her money.
However, the tall blond that was with her, saw poor Mariela grabbing at her crotch and dancing around from time to time.
“You poor little child! You need to pee, don’t you?”
Mariela looked down and mumbled about not being allowed to go.
“Nonsense,” Susan told her. “I’m not in a hurry. I don’t care if we lose our place in line, you are going to the bathroom before you wet your pants, sweetie.”
She walked the girl, grabbing her tightly by the wrist again so she couldn’t pull away, and she marched her right into the sparkling clean restroom.
Susan stood by the sink.
“Go ahead go in the potty, baby. I’ll be right here, so if anyone tries to ask what you are doing in here, I’ll tell them I’m taking care of you.”
Mariela sighed and went into the toilet. She had no reason to fight what the lady was doing for her. It felt good to finally get to pee after waiting for who knows how long it was taking.
When Mariela came out of the toilets, the woman motioned for her to come to the sink, and she put the little woman’s hands into the water and started to wash them for her as if Mariela was a toddler or something.
“Ma’am, I do know how to wash my hands,” she tried to tell her, but the blond woman was not listening to her complaints as she washed her hands so they were cleaner than they had been in a while. When you were on the streets, it was hard to get soap, and normally, she felt too nervous being in a restroom like in McDonalds to clean her hands well enough because other people wanted to use the sink, and she also noted how black the sink got as she washed her hands in it.
“They are going to be pissed that I got the sink dirty,” Mariela told the nice though pretty stern and meddling woman.
“Who, honey? Your parents?”
“No, ma’am. I’m really an adult. The restaurant staff really told me to wait outside, and they told me if I went to the bathroom, I’d lose the money she took from me to get me something to eat.”
“Well, she’s no longer in charge of you eating, is she?” the taller woman said matter-of-factly. “I’m going to take care of you for now, and make sure you get something to eat. If you really are a woman, and not a child, then you really should be ashamed at how dirty you’ve allowed yourself to become.”
Mariela lowered her head in shame. She was ashamed of how she couldn’t take a shower, how she probably smelled, and how that she didn’t even have a place to live or nicer clothes to wear.
“What is your name, anyway, sweetheart?”
“Mariela,” she mumbled up at the meddler.
“My name is Susan. When we get up to the front, our story will be you are my niece from out of town, and you are dirty because you didn’t get a bath yet after being on the road for a while, and you got mad at my place because I was telling you what to do, telling you to get in the bathroom and clean yourself up or something like that.”
Mariela looked down.
“If you do what I say, you can get a meal not only tonight, but I’ll take you home so you can get a bath, and let you at least get one night of a good rest, okay?”
Mariela sighed and nodded. Even if she didn’t like the way it was happening, a nice meal, a refreshing shower, and a nice soft warm dry place to sleep was sounding like heaven.
They were finally at the counter, and the lady recognized her immediately when they got up there.
“I told you to wait outside,” the woman said. “Here, I have your bag of food.”
She pushed the sack towards her.
“Now get out before I call the police.”
Susan stepped up.
“Excuse me! Is that how we treat little kids who’ve been on the road now?”
“What? How. How do you know this dirty girl?”
“She’s my little niece. She was scared to get off of the bus while she was coming to my house because her parents got in some real trouble and they sent her to me. That’s why she’s kind of dirty.”
“Your niece looks like she’s been out on the streets for days.”
“She has,” Susan said. “But that’s really none of your business, is it? You are here to serve the public, and this child was a paying customer. So, she told me you didn’t let her come in to use the restroom. That is a violation of her rights. Maybe I’ll call the police!”
The commotion drew a manager over to the scene as people in line started talking about what they were talking about.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Susan rounded on the manager. “What do you train your employees to do? Attack a poor little fourteen year old girl, and practically make her pee her pants? Well, like it or not, I took my niece to your bathroom, and TOO FUCKING BAD she got your sink a little dirty washing her hands like a good girl!”
The manager got really red in the face and he rounded on the employee.
“Did you really tell that girl to stand outside?” he asked her.
“Well, her aunt wasn’t anywhere near….”
“Oh, so because she was a child,” Susan started but was cut off by the manager shushing her and then turning on the employee.
“You can go home for the day, Ms. Baker. We’ll talk about this incident tomorrow.”
The manager then handed Mariela the bag of food she bought and then went out around the bar where the customers order, and he took Susan and Mariela to a private corner where he whispered to them.
“I’m sorry to ask, little miss, but are you sure you made it to the toilet?”
Mariela’s face got really red, and Susan started to get red, too.
“I’m not just asking because I want to embarrass you, child. If you did wet, even a little bit in your panties, then we owe you some new clothes.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“Don’t worry, honey. That employee that was mean to you will be the one reimbursing me, but since I doubt you made it to the toilet because you do kind of smell, I’m going to go ahead and give you a hundred and twenty. That should help you get some clean clothes, right?”
Susan took the money from the man.
“Thank you so much sir. Are you going to fire that woman?”
“Is that what you want us to do?”
“Just firing her won’t teach your employees how to treat people. Punish her, preferably in front of the other employees so they know they can’t treat children like this, but don’t fire her.”
The manager nodded. “I’ll see what I can do, but rest assured, we will make sure our employees know not to treat people like that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Were you done ordering? There doesn’t seem to be much in this bag for the two of you.”
“Well, as I was saying, my niece was on the road with the last of the money her parents gave her, so she got mad at me earlier and left the house and probably thought she’d have to sleep on the streets again, but I went looking for her.”
“So, you still need food?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, as you were supposed to be in line, I’ll get you near the front, okay?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And since your aunt is buying you dinner, baby, how about I take that sack of food from you and give you back what little spending money you had?”
Mariela looked up at both of these people hardly able to speak at all. She hated that they were treating her like a child, but if she went along with everything thus far, she would have money for an extra meal, a place she could sleep safely and a nice bath. She just looked at her feet and nodded her head.
Susan bent down to the little woman, and she patted her bottom to check her.
“You did wet, didn’t you, honey?”
Mariela shook her head.
“Mariela, aunt Susan is not mad at you. It’s not your fault that you were made to wet your pants like that. Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”
Susan took the little woman’s hand and started to lead her back to the lines, where the manager put her right behind the last guy that walked up to order.
“There, now you’ll be next.” He told the supposed aunt with her dirty niece. “I’m sorry about the inconvenience, but the woman and her little niece were taken out of line at the fault of our store, so we had to let them order as soon as possible. It would have been no different to you had she been able to order when she was supposed to be able to.”
The customers clapped though instead of getting irritated. Some of the people chanted “fire the waitress. Fire the waitress.”
Susan turned on the crowd.
“And where would that young woman go for work?” she asked them. “I asked the store to punish her for her inconsideration, but with the way things are right now, firing her will only mean she’ll be living on YOUR taxes that you are paying. Is that really what you want?”
The crowd got quiet.
Susan finally satisfied, went to ordering.
“What did you want to eat, baby?”
“I only had about three dollars, aunty,” Mariela decided to play up to Susan’s story.
“I’m not talking about how much money you had, baby. That’s your spending money, and has nothing to do with how much I’ll spend to make sure you eat good. Order what you want, and make sure it costs at least seven dollars, baby.”
“Seven?”
“That’s what I said. Or more. You are a growing girl. You need to eat. I know you’ve had it hard with your family, but your daddy sent you to my house because he knew I could feed you better than that.”
Mariela nodded with tears streaming down her face at the taller woman’s kindness. She shyly pointed a happy meal, but the supposed Aunt Susan smiled and said… “What else, baby? That’s barely four dollars, and barely enough to eat for a fourteen year old little lady.”
Mariela looked up at her gratefully.
“I mean it, sweetie. You don’t have to conserve at my house like you had to for the last, what, couple of months?”
“Four,” Mariela whispered ashamed of being on the streets for that long.
“Well, whatever, baby. You have got to be more hungry than that, so what other burger or whatever do you want?”
“Can I have a shake?” the girl asked.
“Of course, baby, but that’s still only two more dollars. I still need you to order another sandwich.”
Mariela looked down.
“Too shy, huh? Or don’t know what you want? How about I get you an extra cheese burger then, and if you turn out to be full, then I’m sure Uncle Steve will eat it, otherwise, it will be there for you when you decide you are still hungry.”
Mariela nodded, tears just getting more insistent at coming down her face.
Susan took the food, after she order for her and this man named Steve, and she pointed the girl out of the restaurant towards her light blue Nissan four door sedan.
“Get in the back,” she told the little girl. “First of all, you did pee your pants, even if you don’t want to admit it, and Steve and I both would really not want to sit in your pee spot tomorrow when we go to work.”
Mariela nodded.
“You are also supposed to be a child, and it is better that children ride in the back anyway.”
Mariela nodded.
Susan didn’t go straight home, though. She took the dirty little woman to a second hand clothing store.
“We are not getting your main things here,” Susan told her. “We’ll spend the hundred and twenty that that kind man will deduct from the waitress’s wages at a regular place, but you can’t go into a regular place in the clothes you are wearing, and I have nothing at my house that will fit you, sweetheart.”
Mariela nodded.
The woman took her around and found a floral top for five dollars and a jean skirt for fifteen. She got her some panties that looked like they came brand new, and she got her socks and a pair of better shoes.
“This isn’t coming from the hundred and twenty?” Mariela asked Susan.
“No, baby. That would not be right. The man paid for you to get some nice clothes, not hand me downs. This is just so you can have a bath and have something to wear in the morning.”
Mariela nodded.
“Now, I think I’m going to call in sick tomorrow so we can get you some clothes together, and then get you at least one more nice meal before you are on your way. And we won’t spend the whole hundred and twenty because you’ll need money for a motel or something so you can keep clean. Maybe if you are cleaner, if you really are an adult, you can find a job a little easier.”
Mariela nodded.
When they were done at the second hand store, though, Susan also stopped at the drug store.
“Stay out here in the car,” she told her pretend niece. “You don’t need to use the restroom, do you?”
Mariela shook her head no.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, but there’s no reason to go in there in your wet pants embarrassing you. I had to take you into the clothing store because I didn’t know what size to get you.”
Mariela nodded though she really didn’t pee her pants.
Mariela sighed as she sat in the comfortable car, wishing she could stay somewhere comfortable like this after tomorrow. She would do almost anything to have this comfort again, and she had practically done anything, even selling her body if a guy was nice enough to her beforehand.
Soon, Mariela was pulling up to a nice two story house, and judging by the foundation, he figured it also had a basement.
“Come on, little one,” Susan said to her as she opened the car door. “You’re home, baby.”
Mariela thought that all that niece carp was just for the public so that they would think Susan had a reason to help her. But Susan was not dropping the child act. Did she really think Mariela was a lost child or something?
“Steve, are you home?” Susan called out as she opened the door. “I brought home dinner and a little something else.”
A man a little taller than even Susan came around the corner and looked down at the very dirty little woman, her brown hair so dingy, it was hard to tell if the brown in it was her natural hair color or dirt.
“Who is this?” Steve asked Susan.
“I’ll tell you about her after we get her in the bath and cleaned up a bit. But she needs to eat first.”
Steve nodded.
Mariela felt really small as she walked behind the two tall people, and they led her to the dining room.
“So, what’s your name, honey,” Steve asked her as if she was a child.
“Mariela,” she mumbled a little intimidated by his size. He wasn’t only tall, but was well filled out so his body matched how tall he was. He was not fat by any means, but he was definitely a lot bigger than she was. He was like a giant.
“Mariela,” he smiled and nodded at Susan who smiled.
“Little Mariela was outside McDonalds trying to get some food, and some mean people in there told her to wait outside like she was a dog or something. They wouldn’t even let her use the bathroom.”
“Is that why she smells?”
“Obviously,” Susan said. “There’s no telling how long the little child has been out on the streets, but she’s obviously had a hard time keeping clean because look at her. Even if she hadn’t wet her pants outside of McDonalds, and was still leaking when I took her in, basically trying really hard not to wet until she got her food, but failing at it.”
“Poor little one,” Steve said.
“I know, right.”
Mariela frowned at them both.
“I didn’t wet my pants,” she tried to say but because of how big they were, and how they talked, she felt too intimidated to get mad or stay it with confidence.
Steven walked over and put an arm around her hugging her from the back.
“Well, we’ll have to call the police to find out where her parents are,” he told Susan.
“Please! Don’t call the police,” the woman shivered.
“What’s wrong, honey? Did you steal something? Are you in trouble with the police or something?”
Mariela looked down tears in her eyes.
“I don’t have identification. I was fired from my last job about six months ago because the restaurant was going to be inspected. Someone said they let illegals work there, and since I don’t have papers, I might be an illegal.”
“Might be?” Steve asked her.
“Well, I’ve never had papers as far back as I can remember. I came to the states when I was twelve, but somehow, I got separated from my parents, and then turned over to these people who kind of raised me incognito until I was seventeen. Then, I was turned out on my own after I got a restaurant job, and I just got fired from it six months ago, after working there for almost six years.”
The two people looked at one another and then back at the little girl.
“Honey, that’s an interesting story, but immigration would have sent you back with your parents if they caught you, and if someone smuggled you into the country, they would not have just let you go like that.”
Mariela shook getting frustrated. She had no proof to her story at all, and she was aware that she was so short and she basically looked like a dirty child sitting there like that.
“Mariela, baby, you are going to be our niece from now on,” Susan told her. “You’d like to not have to go back out on the streets, wouldn’t you?”
Mariela frowned. “But I’m really twenty-three years old.”
“I know what you are saying, baby, but look at it this way. If you keep saying you are twenty-three, and you convince us to let you take care of yourself, do you think you are going to find another job if you really are an illegal?”
Mariela started to think on that, but they continued.
“On the other hand, if you accept your fate as a fourteen year old child, and you stay with us as our niece, you can eventually get papers that we will get for you, and when you turn eighteen, in four years, you’ll have papers so you can work.”
Mariela keep looking down at her lap.
“Can I take some time to think this over?” she asked them.
“Sure, baby. Take a week, if you need it, but after a week, if you still haven’t decided, and you are still in our house, then you will be treated as our niece, who has no other place to go, and you will be disciplined as a child if you try to run away after that, understand?”
Mariela nodded.
“She’s done eating,” Steve observed. “Take that poor little stinky girl to the bathroom and get her out of those peed in pants, honey.”
Susan nodded.
Susan took Mariela by the hand and led her to the bathroom closing the door behind them.
“Baby, don’t be scared. Uncle Steve just said it like that because he wanted you to recognize how dirty it was to sit in peed in pants for that long. He wasn’t trying to be mean, and he was trying to get you motivated to get a shower, baby.”
Susan started to help her undress.
“I can do that, Susan.”
“Aunt Susan or Aunty, while you are under my room, honey. And yes, I suppose you could, but Aunty is going to help her little niece because her baby niece made a boo boo in her pants and she needs to be cleaned. Besides, you haven’t had a proper bath for about four months, right?”
Mariela nodded.
“That’s a long time to not be properly clean, and I don’t trust you to get yourself clean enough. You are too nervous and worried about wasting things like our water to spend all the time you need to get clean, baby. But if I clean you up, you have no choice but to stay here as long as I decide you are still dirty and still need to be washed, right?”
Mariela looked down. It did make sense, and she was right, that Mariela would likely try to hurry it up so she didn’t waste these people’s resources. |
Chapter 2
Mariela was not used to someone trying to wash her, and after Susan just barely started to wipe her back with a cloth, the girl pulled away and backed away from her.
“Miss, thank you so much for helping me, but I really can clean my own body.”
“Mariela, you stink, you’re dirty, and you really do need help. Now get back over here so I can wash you.”
“Please, I can do it myself!”
“Steve!” Susan called for her bigger boyfriend to come and help her.
Mariela froze for a moment when Susan called for him. She really didn’t want a man she barely knew to see her naked. It was bad enough with Susan.
“Pl… please don’t let him in here,” Mariela whimpered.
But it was too late. Steve slammed the door wide open, and he frowned at Mariela standing against the far end of the tub trying to avoid Susan.
Steven sighed.
“Look, child, my girlfriend is just trying to clean you up. I promise, no one is going to hurt you, baby. Now, you can be a good girl and let her clean you up, or I can go and hold you in my lap so she can clean you up. Which do you want?”
“Um… she can do it. Please? Can you get out?”
Mariela was trying to cover her very small nearly A-size breast and her privates, one with each hand as she blushed bright red and prayed he’d leave.
“Promise to be a good girl and let Aunt Susan clean you up?”
Mariela nodded.
“Prove it. Move closer to her, and once she starts washing you again, I’ll leave the bathroom, but now the door stays open so I can come right in if she needs me again.”
Mariela nodded and shakingly, stepped towards Susan who immediately started to wash her shoulders and back again.
“Good girl,” Steve said to her. And he disappeared beyond the left side of the door that was left wide open.
As Susan washed the petite Latin American girl, the bottom of the tub had dark black sudsy water falling off of the dirty girl. She was so filthy, the water in the tub’s bottom looked like a black sea.
“Look at how dirty you are, baby,” Susan said to her as she rinsed her off and then started to soap up the cloth again to wash back over her shoulders and back.
Mariela knew that she was dirty. She couldn’t help it being on the streets, and she really wanted to show them she knew how to shower, but it seemed like trying to prove that right now would only get that Steve Giant called in and Mariela put in his lap for a washing. She didn’t need that!
Susan washed the girl’s body five times! That was when the water started to fall clear from her body, no indication of dirt in it at all. Her bottom had some caked, dirty, well, what does a girl do when she has to sometimes poop somewhere where there is no toilet? There was nothing to wipe with, and so, she had to pull her panties up with her bottom still dirty more times than she could count which definitely left some stuff inside her butt cheeks.
“Look at that,” Susan had shown her the brown from her bottom. “You nearly pooped her pants, how many times, sweetheart?”
“I didn’t poop my pants,” she said looking down.
“Well, then, what is this?”
“I sometimes had to poop in the field with nothing to wipe with. I had to pull my pants up as is, and so….” Her face burned red.
“Well, whatever, honey. It’s still not healthy to go like that for a long time, no bath, poop stuff in your bottom, and probably constantly peeing yourself because of things happening to you like what happened earlier at McDonalds.”
Mariela didn’t deny the things the woman said, not even about sometimes peeing her pants. The truth, she did sometimes leak in her pants because of things like that… but she never completely wet herself.
The woman finally smiled at the clear water running down the girl’s legs, and she reached in to help her out.
“Steve?”
“I was a good girl,” Mariela said. “Why do you need him?”
“Honey, I’m just asking him to bring the clothes we bought you. I left them in the living room, remember?”
Mariela nodded.
While Steve was getting her clean clothes, Susan moved the timid little Latina lady to their spare room, where she finished drying her off and then had her sit on the bed.
Steve came in with the bags from the drugstore first.
Mariela raised an eyebrow at that. Why would they need those? She had seen Susan get the panties and everything at that discount store.
Susan, however, in answer reached into a dark bag and pulled out a small package of diapers.
“What is that?” Mariela asked the fake aunt.
“What does it look like?” Susan asked her. “We are getting you ready for bed, so you need to wear this for now.”
“Why?”
“Because you might wet in your sleep, little lady.”
“I… I don’t. Honest! I can go to the bathroom when I have one close by.”
Steven came into the room with Mariela’s other things while Susan was opening the diaper.
“Don’t tell me you are going to fight your aunt to get your diaper on you for the night,” Steve said giving her a scary look.
“No?” Mariela shivered and pulled back climbing on the bed and getting in a corner trying to get out of Steve’s reach. Her towel forgotten, now, as she was more wanting to get away from him than worried about what he had already seen of her body.
“It looks like to me you are trying to stop Aunt Susan from putting a diaper on you, baby.”
“But I don’t need diapers! I don’t pee my pants all the time like that. Honest!”
“If I have to grab you,” Steve warned her. “I will put the diaper on you, not your Aunt Susan!”
Mariela started to sniffle and a tear went down her face. “I don’t want to wear diapers, please!”
“Honey, this is for you,” Susan tried to console her. “If you are wearing a diaper and then you wet because you were sleeping, then your Uncle Steve and I will not be upset at you. If you pee your pants while you are awake or you don’t wear a diaper and make a big mess in your bed or in the house, though, we’ll have to punish you.”
Mariela shook her head. “But you don’t need to punish me cause I won’t wet my pants or the bed. I promise.”
“Well, I’m sorry, baby, but after seeing how dirty you were in the bath, and your wetting accident at McDonalds, I just can’t trust you to stay dry in the night,” Susan told her.
“Wear a diaper for the night,” Steve told her. “If by breakfast tomorrow morning, your diaper is still dry, then we will reconsider making you wear diapers after that.”
Mariela shook her head. “I… I don’t think I want to stay with you guys after all.”
“You are just being rebellious because of the diaper,” Susan told her. “Look, baby, I don’t know what your parents or other people taught you, but a diaper is not to punish you. It’s to simply keep your clothes clean or your bedding at night. If we were to punish you, it would have nothing to do with a diaper, baby.”
“But I really don’t need diapers,” Mariela started to sob.
Steve looked at Susan with a funny expression on his face.
“No, Steve,” Susan said sternly. “We are not giving in. I saw her first hand wet her pants, and she was pretty much at home doing it. She’s been living out in the wild too long and doesn’t understand proper etiquette with toileting.”
Steven sighed. “Do you want me to go get her?”
“Not just yet.”
Susan turned to Mariela.
“Mariela, baby, if you come over here and let me diaper you right now, whether you are wet or not in the morning, I’ll let you wear panties during the day unless I find you wetting your pants again.”
Mariela frowned. “But I didn’t wet.”
“Don’t lie, baby. Your other dingy shorts were soaked after the McDonalds people didn’t let you go potty. And you didn’t really look that upset after you had wet, either. You even pretended to go potty when I took you, so as to try to hide you did it in your pants already.”
Mariela sighed. It was clear these people were not going to believe she had not wet her pants, and they were going to get her in a diaper one way or another, and she knew if she pushed the guy too much, he might be the one putting the diaper on her, and she really didn’t want that.
“Okay,” Mariela said. “If you promise that only Susan puts it on me, then I’ll let her.”
“If you so much as move a let wrong, though, I’m going over to take over,” Steve warned her.
Mariela nodded. She didn’t have any choice.
Mariela started to wonder if their meeting was by chance at all, the more the two seemed to be getting comfortable with not only continuing with the this little niece-child play, but with actually treating her less and less like an adult and much more like a little girl.
After she was diapered, Aunt Susan let her borrow an old shirt that came down to just above the girl’s knees.
“You can use that as a sleeping shirt for the night,” Susan had told her. “Now, how about a little television before bed?”
While they set her up to watch some television, and having locked the channels so that she could only basically watch childish programs, the two adults went off to clean things up. Susan cleaned the kitchen, and Steve went to the bathroom to work on the bathtub.
Mariela didn’t remember when they put her to bed, or how she got there, but in the morning, she was starting to open her eyes in a nice soft bed, that sort of made a crinkle sound as she moved. She pushed the light blanket back that covered her, but still didn’t see the source of the noise, though the long shirt riding up had revealed to her that the night before, being put in a diaper, was not a dream.
She climbed off of the bed and pulled the fitting sheet partly off, and then she realized it. They had put a plastic sheet over the mattress sometime between having diapered her, and having put her to bed for the night.
She shook her head and started towards the bedroom door.
“I’m not going to stay here,” she whispered to herself. “…If they are going to put me in diapers and keep making it seem like I’m a toddler.”
She started out into the empty dim hallway, the light of the sun blocked at the windows by curtains. Remembering where the bathroom was, she moved in that direction as quietly as possible, but apparently not quietly enough.
“Mariela,” she heard startling her to jump as she turned to face Steve.
“What are you doing out of your room?” Steve asked her.
“I was just… trying to go to the bathroom,” the little twenty-three year old girl said looking down not really any bolder in facing this man than she had been the night before.
“Well, you are in a diaper,” Steve reminded her. “You do realize, before you can get on the toilet, you need your aunt or me to take your diaper off you so you don’t have to wet yourself, don’t you?”
Mariela shook her head. “I didn’t think about that. I just thought I could just pull it down….”
“Well, you need one of us to do it for you. What if you pooped your pants? If you tried to drop your diapers, the poop would get all over.”
“I’m not going to do that,” Mariela frowned looking into Steve’s eyes.
“Come here, baby. Before I take you potty, I need to see if your diaper is wet.”
Mariela sighed and walked over so he could see, though the nightshirt surely prevented him seeing anything.
He lifted her shirt up, and touched the front and back of her diaper.
As he checked her, Susan came out of the bed behind him that he must have come out of.
“Is she wet?” Susan asked Steve.
“I don’t think so. She wants us to take her to the potty though.”
“You do that. I’ll go down and start breakfast.”
“Please,” Mariela started but Steve gave her a look. Though it was meant to intimidate her into compliance, and though her legs shook, she continued. “I promise to be good for Miss.”
“Aunty,” Steve corrected her.
“That’s what I meant, aunty. I promise to be good. Please, can’t?” but Steve was rubbing her back with his hand and she was shaking with nervousness at what they might do, and suddenly, she started to feel warmth in her diaper and then warmth in her face.
“What is it?” Steve picked the little lady up and held her, his hand under her squishy seat as she continued to flood it with her pee.
“Aw, the baby doesn’t need the toilet anymore,” Steve told Susan.
“Well, take her down to the kitchen. We need to feed her breakfast, and then I can change her while you are getting ready for work.”
Steve nodded and carried her, her bladder still spraying a bit here and there until they got into the kitchen, and he put her down in the chair at the table.
“You see?” Susan said to her with a smile. “I knew my little niece was going to have an accident before breakfast.”
Mariela frowned and shivered as she realized that’s exactly what happened. She had never felt herself get so stiff and so nervous as to just start feeling warmth in her diaper before she realized the source.
“No one is mad, baby. We told you, if you wear a diaper last night, and you did, that we would not be upset if you wet before breakfast this morning.”
Mariela nodded her face crimson red.
“Now, we know you just woke up, so it was probably just the finishing from you wetting the bed as would be natural for someone living out in the wild as you have, on the streets. No one is going to judge you on that,” Susan continued. “But this is exactly why you need to wear diapers for a while when you go to sleep here, honey. Eventually, it’s going to get better, and you’ll stop wetting your pants again.”
Steven sat down next to her nodding at what Susan told her. Susan was now getting bowls and some cereal out and making some toast.
“How long you guys going to treat me like a baby?” Mariela asked them.
“As long as you are still underage and need to stay under our roof, honey. We are not treating you like a baby. We are treating you like our niece who has had a hard time on the streets, though you are still a young girl.”
Mariela sighed.
“Now, I really don’t want to spank you today,” Steve told Mariela. “So, are you going to be a good girl and do what Aunty asks, and wait to try to make up your mind of leaving us until I get home from work so we can talk about it?”
Mariela nodded.
“Good girl,” Steve said standing up and walking behind her to hug her from the back again like he did the night before. “And if you don’t want aunty putting you back in a diaper before bedtime, I suggest you tell her as soon as you gotta pee while you are out so you don’t wet your pants, baby.”
Mariela nodded blushing again. She hated how fascinated these people seemed to be with the idea that they thought she peed herself the previous day, and how it was really their fault she didn’t get to the bathroom this morning before she had an accident.
“Aunty Susan is not only going to take you to get some clothes, honey, but after, we’ll go and get you some decent toys to play with, too.”
Mariela looked up at Susan who looked dead serious. She opened her mouth to argue the point, but at seeing how Susan was looking at her, and with Steve still hugging her from behind, so was easy to catch her if she needed a spanking, she just nodded and went along with what they said.
“What do you do if you wet your pants at the store?” Steve whispered in the little woman’s ear.
“Um…. I…,” Mariela trailed off not really knowing.
“You tell Aunty Susan in her ear that you had an accident, and that you are sorry you forgot to tell her you had to go potty,” Steve told her. “You let Aunty Susan clean you up, and when I get home, if Aunty Susan tells me you were a good girl and was obedient, even if you did wet yourself and get scolded by her, then I’ll get you something special.”
Mariela sighed and nodded. “I promise,” she said.
Susan placed some cereal right in front of the little woman and two slices of toast with jam on them, and that’s when Steve stopped hugging her and let her eat.
Gratefully, the child-like little twenty-three year old started to eat.
Both Susan and Steve nodded their approval as the girl quietly started on her cereal, and Susan gave Steve his, and then she sat and ate.
“Baby,” Susan said as they ate. “If you want to wear panties, I’ll put them on you, but if you wear a diaper, you’ll be allowed to wet your pants without getting in any trouble.”
“I don’t want to wet my pants,” Mariela frowned.
Susan nodded but her mouth turned firm and tight. “You better not, then. If you wet yourself with panties on, Aunty will have to spank you. Understand?”
Mariela nodded.
Soon enough, they had finished breakfast, and Susan had wiped off Mariela before changing her into her better clothes for the day, and then Susan got dressed all the while, Steve got himself ready for work. |
Chapter 3
When everyone was ready to leave the house, Susan took Mariela by the hand, and she started to march her, not toward the house exit and the car, but back to the bathroom.
“What?” Mariela asked.
“I want you to try to go potty,” Susan told her.
“Excuse me, Miss….”
“Aunty,” Susan reminded her with an exasperated sigh.
“Sorry. Aunty. But I know if I gotta go….”
“I don’t care. I want you to sit and try.”
“I don’t gotta go, though.”
Steve came along to see why they were not going out to the car, and he heard the last little bit.
“Mariela, you said you were going to be good. Do you need a spanking?”
“No sir.”
“No, Uncle,” Susan reminded her.
“Sorry. No, Uncle Steve.”
Now, it was Steve’s turn to take her hand and he pulled her right into the bathroom, and he stared at her.
Mariela waited for him to leave the bathroom, but he just stood there.
“Are you waiting for me to pull down your pants for you?” he asked the shaking shy little woman.
“Sorry, no.”
She was too scared to back talk, and she had a feeling he was not intending on leaving her alone this time, so shakily, she unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down. Looking up to see if he was going to let her go in peace, and seeing that he was just going to stand there and make sure she try, she reluctantly pulled down her panties and sat down.
“You will learn to be a good girl,” Uncle Steve told her. “We are your guardians, now, sweetheart. It is our job to make sure you eat and you are taken care of. Fighting us is only going to cause you trouble.”
Mariela nodded.
“Try to pee, baby.”
She sighed and looked down at her legs, willing at least a little to come out so that he would let her standing up, but she was still completely as dry as an old well.
After several minutes, Steve pulled her off the toilet and looked down into the bowl behind her.
“Not even a little?” he asked her.
“No,” she shivered and whimpered. She was not prepared, and he swatted her butt once hard enough that it stung before he started to pull her panties and then her skirt up.
“I don’t care if you gotta pee next time,” he told her. “You don’t argue with your Aunt or I’ll give you a proper spanking. Understand?”
Mariela nodded, her mouth taut and her legs shaking. They had threated her with a spanking several times, but now, with the unexpected swat to her backside, she knew that they were serious.
“Good,” he finished getting her skirt arranged and then took her out to Susan.
“Did she go?”
“She tried,” he replied. “She might have been nervous because I was making sure she didn’t try to leave before trying, but you’re going to make me late if you wait much longer for her. Just get in the car, and you try to take her again at the store. She knows she better do what you say or I’ll spank her.”
Mariela nodded.
Susan sighed and shook her head. “I hope she doesn’t wet her pants, then.”
“Well, if she does, then maybe she’ll learn to obey you,” Steve said with a voice of authority that ended the conversation.
A couple of hours later, after dropping Steve off at Ace Hardware, in the back of the store where employees always arrived, Susan drove her little pretend niece a formal office looking place. There was a sign near the front of the parking lot, but Mariela had not noticed it long enough to read it before Susan had driven through and parked the car.
“Now, you need to be on your very best behavior here,” she warned the little twenty-three year old woman as if she was a young teenager. “If you disobey me here, you will be a sorry little miss, got me, honey?”
Mariela nodded and walked sheepishly behind her.
Before they knew it, Mariela had walked right into an office, the sign above the door saying something about lost identification or something.
“Why are we here?” Mariela felt a little nervous.
“You’ll see, sweetheart. Don’t be scared. Aunt Susan is right here.”
The girl nodded, but she did feel like something was nagging her, that if she made any scene at all, she might be discovered as a twenty-three year old illegal alien that might be arrest and who knows what would happen after that. She stayed very close to Susan, shivering a bit.
Susan walked up to the reception with the confidence of someone just coming to reapply for some lost documents.
“May I help you, Ma’am” the man behind the counter asked her.
“My name Susan Wayfeld, and I’m wondering where to go to get my little twelve year old niece replacement records.”
“How did she lose them?”
“Her family were kicked out of their house back in Iowa, and in the end, they just had enough money to send her on the bus to me, but when they sent her, they then realized that they had no proof of her identity.”
“I see. Do you know what hospital she was born at?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t. Her parents don’t have a phone, so it’s hard to contact them.”
“That’s alright, ma’am.”
The young man then turned to the little twenty-three year old woman that was just now called twelve years of age.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Mariela,” she frowned and looked down shyly.
“Mariela Wayfeld,” Susan spoke up for her.
“I’m sorry, but I need to ask the girl her information now, ma’am. I can’t have you answering for her and corrupting the data.”
“What do you mean, corrupting the data?”
“Look, ma’am. Go take a seat, and after we get things settled with her, I’ll call you back over and explain.”
Susan got red in the face and on her way of starting for the seats, she caused that Mariela’s hand had brushed her and she acted like Mariela had tried to pull her back.
She turned to Mariela and knelt down to her.
“Honey, it’s going to be okay. They just want to make sure of who you are, and then they’ll call Aunty right back up to you.”
The man smiled and nodded.
“Don’t worry, miss. Your Aunt will be right over in those seats. If you get scared, you can look behind you and see her.”
Mariela nodded not sure why Susan had made it seem like she was so scared.
Susan took her in close for a hug, but the hug was a pretense so she could whisper.
“You don’t want to get arrested,” she warned. “Wet your pants so they think you are scared, honey.”
Mariela nodded. She wasn’t scared, but she also didn’t want to get caught and taken by the police. She wasn’t sure if wetting her pants had anything to do with how she should be acting scared, but she also knew that Steve told her to obey Susan.
She turned back to the man behind the counter, and he started to ask her questions.
“How old are you, miss?”
“Almost thirteen,” she said. “My birthday is next month.”
“Do you know what state you were born in?”
“I… I forgot.”
“That’s okay, miss. How do you know that woman?”
“She’s my aunt. I think they said she’s my dad’s sister.”
“You don’t look white like her.”
“No. That’s cause my mom is Mexican. She grew up in America, but I think grandma on her side still lives in Mexico somewhere.”
“I see. Where did you last attend school?”
“Um… we been on the streets. It hard to go to school when you’re on the streets, so my dad sent me to Aunty’s house.”
“I see.”
The man started to write stuff into the computer.
“Sometimes, kids are kidnapped, and sometimes, clever kidnappers have them go through this process,” the man told her. “Are you sure that she’s your aunt?”
Mariela looked back over at Susan and frowned and then she turned back to the official clerk guy.
“She’s… She’s my aunt. Please. Don’t take me away from her?”
The man nodded and wrote something else down that made her nervous. Was he writing down that she looked at her aunt for some sign before answering? Was he believing her? Was her aunt right, that she should wet her pants? She pushed a little at her bladder trying to get it ready.
“Okay, and you don’t remember what state you were born in at all?”
Mariela shook her head, a tear coming down the right side of her face.
“It’s okay, Miss. I just have to double check stuff. You’re not in trouble.”
She still shook though, and she pushed at her bladder to do what Susan told her to do. If this guy was suspicious, then she needed to distract him from thinking about calling the police.
“How many brothers or sisters do you have?”
“It just me,” she said frowning out of the effort to try to pee her pants.
“Just you? Okay….”
He wrote that down, clicked the mouse a few times, and then looked back up at her.
“What’s your dad’s name?”
Mariela looked back at Susan. Maybe Susan had not figured they’d be separated because they had not gone over the story at all, and she didn’t know what to answer. She shook, and as she did, she actually got some pee to start splashing into her panties.
“I… I want my Aunty,” Mariela sniffled as she tried to get the stream to pick up.
“I’ll let you see your aunt after you answer a few more questions, miss. These are important. Now, what is your dad’s name?”
Mariela crouched down holding herself, but instead of trying to stop it, she tried to force it to come out, and she was peeing through her skirt, getting the back of it wet.
“Oh, miss,” the man stood up looking apologetically. “I didn’t mean to scare you. We just have…,” but he trailed off and signaled for someone behind him, and a manager came up.
“She just started wetting herself,” the clerk told him. “I was just doing the paperwork as normal, but she was really nervous when I sent her aunt to go sit down.”
“Come on,” the woman took the twenty-three year old’s hand and held her stand up to her full height of someone that didn’t look much taller than an eleven or twelve year old. “Why don’t you tell me why you are so scared, honey?”
Mariela decided she had to play this out as if her life depended on it.
“I was sent away from my mom and dad cause… cause… they… they were on the street and they said the street’s not safe. I rode the bus, and I kept getting scared when strangers sat by me. I kept wetting my pants cause I afraid to get off the bus, and the toilet in the back is so nasty and you have to pass these guys that… they were scary. And now, you make my aunt leave me here…” and then she pretended to break down into uncontrollable sobs.
She hoped the story and sobs were believable.
“Miss Wayfeld? Would you please come up and help your niece,” the manager called for Aunt Susan.
Susan smiled and walked up and she hugged her pretend niece.
“It’s okay, baby. Aunty’s got you now.”
“I think we’ve seen enough,” the clerk told them. “Look, I still need some information, so I need you to take these papers home and fill them out and return them as soon as you can. Once you do that, you will have the papers you need to get her enrolled in school and to take care of the other things you need as her guardians. If at all possible, also get her parents to sign a power of attorney giving you legal rights to make decisions for her.”
“Yes sir, um… yes ma’am,” it was clear that Susan wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be addressing.
“Take your little niece home and get her calmed down.”
They were soon out of the scary office, and Susan took Mariela’s hand to walk her to the car, where before she put her in, she bent down and hugged her.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I know you were scared. I’m sure you wouldn’t have wet your pants had you not gotten scared,” she seemed to make a big deal out of saying that. Mariela just blushed and nodded at what she said.
Susan then opened the back door and let her get in.
“We’ll take you shopping now,” she said. “Unfortunately, there are no clean clothes at the house for you, so we’ll just have to let you pick out some nice stuff as you are.”
Mariela nodded.
“I know you probably think that was mean,” Susan told her. “But these papers are important if you don’t want the police hounding you. Even if you try to run away from us, now you’ll have papers that show you belong in America, well, in a couple of weeks, you will, so you will not be turned over to immigrations.”
Mariela looked down frowning, but still, she couldn’t deny having those papers would be very useful, so she said. “Thanks.”
“Thanks, what?” Susan asked her with the tone that she used when Mariela forgot to acknowledge her rightful place.
“Thanks, Aunty,” she sniffled. “But you told me I better not wet, and now, I wet my pants. Am I in trouble?”
“No, baby, because you didn’t wet just because you refused to use the bathroom. You wet because you got scared. That’s a completely different reason to wet, and not something I’ll punish you for. Just remember to tell me if you gotta pee the rest of the day, so I can get you to the potty, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
As they drove towards the their next destination, Mariela realized that maybe she actually trapped herself into staying with this Aunt Susan and Uncle Steve for at least the next two weeks. If they were to get her some papers, and it took two weeks to get the papers, surely, they were going to talk her into being their niece, at least until then?
She sighed and sat back, and felt along the front of her skirt, admiring the area that had gotten splatter with her real pee. All the night before, they had insisted she wore peed in shorts, but this was her real pee. She had done it. She had completely wet her pants in public, no less. Well, she did wet that morning, too, but the diaper made that whole experience a bit surreal, and she didn’t quite register she had even peed herself, especially since the diaper didn’t seem to let her skin feel the wetness that much.
Now, she was sitting in wet panties, her back of her skirt soaked, and the front of it having pee just around where her thighs might have closed if she closed her legs. It felt, strange. Not like… well, not as bad as she thought it would feel, but still. She knew it was fundamentally something even a twelve year old should be ashamed of, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Even those strangers in that documents office seeing her pee herself like that, it did not hurt as much as she thought it would.
The feel of her wet skirt and panties… she couldn’t explain it. She didn’t like it. She didn’t.
They came to the mall, and Susan parked the car and got out, walking around where she had Mariela in the backseat.
Mariela tried the backdoor, but it was locked to her. Stupid child locks, likely, Susan had made sure to turn them on on her since probably the last night when she took the supposed child home.
Susan opened the door, and she had Mariela get out and she inspected the damage a bit. The way she acted, it was as if Mariela had just peed herself in the seat in the car and not where they were. Mariela couldn’t explain what exactly that Susan did that made her feel that way, but she just knew that’s how it felt, as Susan turned her this way and that, looking her over.
“Well, there’s not much we can do about it, Mariela,” she told her matter-of-factly. “I know it’s embarrassing, but there is really no way to hide what you did. You’re just going to have to brave it out, honey.”
She hugged her as if she was being understanding, and Mariela hugged her back.
“As soon as we get you some clean stuff, and paid for, we’ll get you to the bathroom to change your pants, alright?”
Mariela nodded. Somehow, though, she sort of didn’t mind how Susan was behaving at the moment. She kind of liked it, that Susan was acting so concerned about it, and was acting like she wanted to help her hide it, but just concluded that they couldn’t.
Susan patted her wet bottom as she hugged her, even.
“You are going to learn to be a good girl and tell Aunty when you gotta potty from now on so this doesn’t always happen to you, aren’t you, sweetie?”
Mariela nodded with a shy little smile. She kind of liked this game.
They walked together into the mall, and Mariela saw some people look her way, some of them doing a double take to look at the back of her skirt. Mariela was really not an exhibitionist, and every time someone noticed, she felt her fact get red hot.
Susan walked her first into a little Miss store where they sold clothes mostly for young immature teenagers.
“Do you have something that would make my little niece look really cool?” Susan asked a cashier.
“Well, the racks are full of stuff for that,” the clerk told her.
“I know, but you know, it’s been ages since I went to Junior High School, and my young niece here just came out to me suddenly, and she’s probably going to start school here, so neither of us knows what young people wear around here.”
“Oh, well, maybe I can get Melissa to help you. She has a little sister about your niece’s age? You did say junior high school?”
“Yes, well, she’s going to start junior high in the next couple of months. She’s twelve years old.”
“That’s fine. Just a moment.”
“Melissa?” he called a little sweetie over that was just a bit taller than Mariela.
“This little twelve year old needs some cool clothes for kids her age,” the first clerk told Melissa. “Since you have a sister around that age, I figured you’d be best to give them advice.”
Melissa nodded. “But… did she just pee her pants?”
Susan nodded. “My little niece just had a really bad scare. She’s recently lost her parents due to a bad situation, and she thought she was going to lose me, too, so she was paying more attention to what people were trying to say or do to separate us than to her body needing to pee.”
The older teen smiled and she melted a bit. “So precious, huh?”
She put a hand on her shoulder and took her around to an area of clothes that did somewhat look cool, and Mariela really liked.
“My little sister wants my mom to buy her stuff from over here,” she told Mariela. “Mom won’t do it yet because she says my little sister needs to act a little more mature first.”
Susan smiled. “But this stuff IS for a child that is just becoming a teenager, right?”
“Of course,” this Melissa said. “We are a Miss store. I know some parents don’t approve of some of the styles, but you know, we have everything here, from very decent boring stuff that grand parents “wore in their day,” to the most modern things that would make most dads yank their little teenager right back into the house and have them changed in a wink of an eye.”
“Well, I certainly don’t want her wearing anything like that last,” Susan told the young lady. But surely there is a medium that would make both Mariela and me happy?”
“I’m sure there is, miss. I’ll just be around show you can show me, and I’ll tell you the likeliness that junior high school kids will awe at it or boo it.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
Mariela whispered to Susan.
“Are you really going to dress me up like a little kid, with that… that money that was given to me because of yesterday?”
“Actually, we are not spending any of that money that you were given yesterday,” Susan told her. “Steven and I both agreed that I would choose what stores I took you to, and I would approve of everything you get to wear while in our house, and of course, you’ll keep those things for yourself if you decide to leave later, but we are keeping that other money you were given in a savings account for you, so when you do leave, we’ll give it to you to start your new life.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Why now, honey? You are our little niece now. You should be taken care of by the responsible guardians that are in charge of you until you turn eighteen.”
“You told those guys I was twelve though, now.”
“So?”
“Last night, you said I’d be officially eighteen in four years if I stayed as your niece, but now, it looks more like six years.”
“Mariela, honey, you are not a very responsible person,” Susan told her quietly. “I don’t care how old you keep claiming you are, there is no way you can get a job the way you are now, and I don’t think four years is enough time to teach you how to behave in society if you want a good job.”
Mariela sighed. “But it is MY life, Aunt Susan. You can’t seriously think you can control me forever!”
“Baby, I’m not planning on controlling you at all, and certainly not treating you like a child forever. I’m just trying to do what is best for you.”
“So… you trapped me into staying at your home for at least the next two weeks?” Mariela whispered to her.
“Trapped you?” Susan asked. “Oh, no, you are not trapped. There are no bars on your windows or the door. You are free to leave any time you want, but you know, without your papers, you are probably going to get into trouble again, and how do you ever expect to get out of the dumps of living on the streets without the papers your uncle and I are getting for you?”
Mariela sighed and became quite. Aunt Susan had a point.
“I just wish you wouldn’t treat me so much like a little kid,” Mariela sighed.
“You don’t want to be treated like a kid? How do you expect us to teach you right from wrong, and how to survive, little girl? You know, as easily as I picked you up yesterday, what do you think would have happened if I was a guy after something else?”
Mariela shivered at the thought.
“You see, you really are not ready to try to live on your own, baby. You are not ready to be an adult yet. You are still a little young girl. You need to have some more time to be a child.”
Melissa heard them, but she didn’t act like this conversation was that strange. Maybe she had had similar conversations at home during her upbringing? Mariela wasn’t sure, but whenever she looked over at the girl, she just smiled and shrugged.
It was a relief, when after a little shopping, they had some clean panties, nice skirts, cute jeans, popular shorts, and other things, that Aunty Susan decided it was time to go into the bathroom to change her wet little niece.
The store had given them an extra plastic bag when they heard Susan tell her little pretend niece that she would take her to the bathroom now to change her out of that wet gross skirt and soaked panties.
“Take off your skirt,” Susan had Mariela in a stall, but the door open so she could direct her. “Now your panties,” she continued as she stuffed these into the empty plastic bag. “Go ahead and take your shirt off, too, honey.”
“But… it’s not even wet,” Mariela pointed out.
“That’s beside the point,” Susan told her. “Do you want people to think you decided to wear mismatched popular bottoms with a second hand top?”
Mariela sighed shook her head no.
“Of course you don’t, honey. Now, off with the top.”
Mariela handed that to her, now completely naked again except for an undershirt.
“How about you wear this?” Susan handed her a nice popular top that had a face of a large black cat staring out of a purple background that was the main color of the half shirt.
“And put this on…,” Susan handed her a kind of sports thing that fit around the middle of your body, Susan telling her that she would only get her half shirts if she wore something to hide her belly as well. Mariela didn’t really like that rule, but this was her aunt’s money, so she felt she had no choice.
“And finally, Aunt Susan handed her a pair of shorts that were pretty nice. They were not as short as the most popular girls would want to wear, but they were comfortable, and came down just enough that Aunt Susan wasn’t worried about her panties poking out from the legs.
“There, now, you look like the cute little girl we’ve adopted,” she whispered to her new baby.
“Adopted?” Mariela gulped.
“Well, I mean you are our niece, and you are staying at our house for a while. What else would you call it?”
Mariela nodded. “Yeah. I see.”
Aunt Susan patted her little baby fake niece’s butt and whispered to her. “Now, no more potty accidents today, or that spanking I promised for wetting your pants will really happened.”
Mariela nodded. Of course, she didn’t plan on wetting her pants the rest of the day, and was sure it wouldn’t even happen. The only reason she wet herself at the document office, even if she was a little uncertain about what was going to happen, was because Susan told her to do it, and Steve promised to spank her if she disobeyed her new aunty. |
Chapter 4:
A couple of more hours, and they had eight different bags of clothes, all for the new little niece to wear as long as she was under her new aunt and uncle’s roof.
“Okay, Mariela, now that we have some clothes for you, we should go put these in the car, and then come back in for lunch, and after that, want to get you some stuff to play with.”
“But I’m not really a twelve year old…,”
Aunt Susan swatted her butt and then raised a scolding finger at her. “Stop that. No back talk.”
Mariela frowned and nodded. Susan’s little smack to her bottom didn’t hurt, but it certainly reminded her that earlier that morning, Uncle Steve’s smack did hurt, and if she upset Susan too much, Susan would surely tell him that she was not being a good girl, and she really didn’t want him spanking her for real.
“Now, you be a good like kid, and you get some toys appropriate for a ten year old little girl, understand me?”
“You said I was twelve,” Mariela started to whine, but then Susan raised her hand in warning again.
That was enough to make Mariela get quiet and nod.
“Since you decided to try to back talk,” Susan told her. “You are going to get some toys for an eight year old now, too.”
Mariela nodded. She didn’t have any fight left in her. Not that Susan was strong enough to actually spank her, like for real, but that Susan would surely get Steve to do so, and as Susan had pointed out to her earlier, she was somewhat trapped right now, because as long as she didn’t have those papers, and as long as Steve and Susan had that money put up that she was given earlier, she would just end up being in the streets again.
“Well?” Susan looked at Mariela expectantly, but Mariela wasn’t sure what she wanted.
“Put your thumb in your mouth and walk next to me, like you don’t want to lose me.”
Mariela nodded and obediently put her thumb in her mouth and started to walk next to Aunty as they took her stuff to the car. She hoped that this thumb sucking was just a one off to teach her a lesson for back talking, and that it wasn’t something that Susan would want her doing all the time.
Even as she walked just a step or two behind her aunt, she found a little bit of comfort in her thumb sucking. She wasn’t supposed to like this, was she? But somehow, it did make her feel a little more calm. Aunt wasn’t as tall, as intimidating, as mean, as long as her thumb was in her mouth. She was just… well, her aunt. She was strict, for sure, but she was also her family, and her protector.
They got to the car, and Aunt Susan looked back after putting stuff in the front seat and looked down at the little girl struggling with the two bags she had because she also didn’t dare take her thumb from her mouth.
“There you are, baby,” she said as though looking for her. “Let’s see….”
Her aunt touched the spot where Mariela had sat earlier. “Still damp, honey. We better not put your nice things in that place. Let’s see….”
She then went around and opened the trunk of the car.
“Mariela, please bring me some of the bags.”
Mariela complied and started by taking one bag at a time, after all, Aunt Susan wanted her thumb in her mouth.
“Okay, yeah, it looks like all the bags we have so far will fit back here,” Susan said. “And it looks like we might have room for one or two more, depending on how full they are.”
She closed the trunk, locked up the car, and then took Mariela’s free hand.
Mariela started to pull her thumb from her mouth.
“Did I give you permission to act older than eight?” Susan asked when she noticed.
Mariela shook her head no and put her thumb back.
“Good girl,” her aunt bent down and patted her bottom as she hugged her. “You listen to aunty and Aunt Susan will not have to tell Uncle Steve you tried to back mouth me today.”
Mariela nodded.
They walked into the mall, and Susan decided that an eight year old needed some plushy stuffed animals, some play things that mimicked a house like a play sink and stove and things like that, and of course, there were dolls to get.
Once she had stocked the cart up with things specifically for kids around the age of eight, Aunt Susan started to let her pick out some coloring books and other things that might be more appropriate for a ten year old, and eventually, even went to the hobby shop and got her some role playing books for juniors, which she said was for twelve year old kids and older.
All of this shopping took an extra three or four hours, and Mariela started to feel hungry, but not only that, she felt her bladder getting full again.
She wondered how Susan didn’t seem to need to go at all as she walked ahead of her, but she decided she better speak up and not get in trouble for trying to wait Susan out.
“Excuse me, Auntie?” Mariela pulled at her.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I gotta… um… go pee.”
“Good girl,” she said. “That’s exactly how an eight year old talks. If you were being a twelve year old, you would definitely play up the embarrassment of not wanting to say exactly what you wanted to do.”
Mariela blushed and nodded.
“Actually, Auntie wants to go, too, so we’ll just nip over into the toilets here in a second, honey.”
Mariela nodded.
Susan took her first, to a little booth, a place she had not seen before in her life, and after placing fifty cents in there, they took some fun pictures which came out in stickers.
After they were done, Aunt Susan handed her a hand full of stickers only keeping one set for herself.
“Kids love this kind of thing,” she told Mariela. “But Aunty does want one set of her favorite little niece so I can show you off to all my friends.”
While Mariela was looking at the stickers, Aunt Susan walked her towards the toilets, and then walked her into the biggest stall made for wheelchairs and such.
“You wait a minute, while Aunty goes,” she told her little niece.
Mariela nodded.
“You’re eight, aren’t you, baby?” Susan asked her.
Mariela nodded, and then she looked down at her nice shorts, and she saw that Susan was looking expectantly, and Mariela put her hands on her privates.
“Not all the way…,” Aunt Susan warned her. “You’re supposed to be trying not to wet, but an eight year old distracted with stickers is very likely to leak a little bit….”
Mariela nodded. “Okay.”
Mariela tried to get it to come out, but nothing came out even as Susan sprayed in front of her into the toilet. When Susan stood up, Mariela looked up at her.
“I didn’t wet, Auntie,” she then looked down.
“Well, Auntie did tell you not to wet your pants, didn’t she?” she smiled at her little niece and directed her to the toilet and started to help her get her shorts down and then her panties before sitting her on the potty. “Go ahead and pee, baby. Good girl.”
Mariela nodded and pushed until she started to pee. It wasn’t really that bad peeing in front of Susan. Susan was a woman, after all, but more than that, Susan was really starting to feel like… from some memory years ago, like someone that cared about her getting to the toilet in time, and making her sit on the toilet.
When Mariela seemed to stop leaking into the toilet, without warning, Aunt Susan picked her up and started to wipe her off.
“I can do…,” but Mariela stopped short of complaining when she saw the frown on Susan’s face. She didn’t want to back mouth and get in trouble with Steve. “Sorry. I know. I eight, auntie.”
“Good girl,” the woman pulled up her shorts and fastened them for her before taking her to the sinks to help her wash her hands.
“You be a good little girl for Auntie, and you will have a place to live for a long while without having to worry about adult responsibilities until you are ready, and then even then, you will have a place to stay until you’ve had enough time to find a good enough job that you can take care of yourself.”
Mariela nodded and sighed.
Aunt Susan then took her little niece out and to the popular stationery store made for girls.
“Why don’t you go in there and pick out some cute stationery?” Auntie asked her. “I need to make a quick stop somewhere else, and I really don’t want you coming there with me, but I also want to know where to find you so you don’t get lost or hurt.”
Mariela nodded.
“Just look around like you are trying to decide, and when I come to get you, we’ll get you some stuff for real.”
Mariela nodded and started to look around. The thing is, when Susan picked her off of the toilet because her tinkles had nearly stopped, she really had another push left in her, and she wasn’t sure she could stop from pushing it out.
She waited until Susan was out of sight though, and then she went and looked at some pencils, and while she was there, she looked around nervously, and made sure no one was looking, and then she sprayed her panties the rest of the way. Luckily, it wasn’t really that much, and her shorts didn’t seem to get wet, but her panties were definitely damp from it.
Feeling her bottom to make sure she wasn’t wet, and satisfied, she started now looking around with the confidence that no one would know what she had just done.
Auntie wasn’t gone that long, really, before she returned and was staring over her shoulder at what she was looking at, at this moment, some cat stamps and ink pads.
“Do you like these, sweetie?” Aunt Susan asked.
“These kinds of things are more for a girl twelve years old,” she told her. “Someone I can trust not to get all over the furniture and walls at home. Of course, we’ll get them, but they will be put up when you are behaving like an eight year old.”
Mariela nodded with a frown.
“Now, don’t look like that. You are the one that back mouthed me like a little kid. If you don’t want to be treated like an eight year old, then behave as you are told.”
Mariela nodded.
She patted Susan on the arm.
“Auntie?”
“What honey?”
“You’re going to notice anyway, so it’s better to tell you what happened.”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I kind of leaked a little bit while you were gone. I wasn’t done in the toilet when you got me off the toilet. I’m sorry.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t finished?” Susan asked surprised.
“Because I was afraid of looking like back talking you, so I got scared to say something, but I couldn’t stop it, and I leaked here at the store.”
“Okay, honey. Maybe that was Aunt Susan’s fault this time, but next time, if I get you up early, you tell Aunt Susan you don’t think you’re done. Understand?”
Mariela nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Alright, baby. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”
They were finally walking back to the car with two cart loads of toys and stuff for her, and when Mariela got in the back seat, the opposite of where she had sat when she was soaked, Susan suddenly handed her a special toy that she knew they had not picked out together.
It was from build-a-bear! Mariela felt a little ripped off that she had not been able to go and choose her own, but then she saw that in the left side of the bear’s chest, there was a red heart patch that read: “To Auntie’s baby.”
The bear had a lot of dress up clothes, and it seemed Susan had actually planned the size of the bear perfectly, because as she looked through the clothes for the bear, she realized that a lot of these things would fit some of the other plushy animals she had gotten as well as two of her dolls.
Mariela held the bear and put her thumb back in her mouth as she looked through the outfits. They were all so cute!
Mariela thought that if she really were an eight year old, she would have definitely appreciated all these things a lot more, and even if she were really twelve years old, she might not have even minded half of them, but she wondered if she could really pretend to be half as happy with them as Susan wanted her to be.
By the time they got home, Aunt Susan barely had enough time to put her clothes away, put her toys nicely around her room, and put her wet in skirt and panties into the wash before she told Mariela that it was time to go get Uncle Steve from work.
Mariela was in the living room, lying on her stomach, given permission to be twelve again, coloring in one of her more mature coloring books.
“Okay,” Mariela stood up leaving her coloring there on the floor.
“Pick up your book and crayons,” Susan told her. “You’re taking them with you along with the build-a-bear I got you.”
Mariela nodded and picked up her stuff while her aunt went to her room to get the bear.
Soon, they were in the car, outside the Ace Hardware, waiting for Uncle Steve, and little baby girl Mariela coloring in her coloring book with her hear in her lap. The wet seat next to her was quite obvious.
“Little Mariela wet her pants after all?” Steve asked Susan.
“Well, it wasn’t really her fault, so I let it slide,” Susan said. “The scary people at the documents office told me to go sit down so they could ask her questions privately, some questions she had no way of knowing the answer to, so she got scared and had an accident in her pants.”
“Oh, well, I guess any little twelve year old would get scared at that.”
Wait? He just called her twelve years old! Did aunt tell him how old she told the people? Did they already plan to make her twelve the whole time?
Mariela leaned up as far as the seatbelt would stretch.
“I’m sorry I wet my pants, Uncle Steve.”
“That’s okay, baby. Auntie says you are not going to be punished for that because you were scared. You don’t punish a kid for being scared, baby.”
Mariela nodded and sat back.
“How did shopping go?”
“She was a little, you know, confused by stuff and not used to having a caring aunt, but she did her best and obeyed me all the way until we got home, so you don’t need to spank her.”
“That’s good, Steve smiled and looked back at Mariela. “I want to have my little niece sit in my lap when we get home and tell me all about today, especially when you got scared at the office. I want to know from your view point, what would cause a healthy big twelve year old like you to wet your pants like that, baby.”
Mariela nodded.
“I’ve been out all day getting stuff that our little niece needs,” Susan told Steve. “And we still need to make dinner….”
“Honey, you’re probably really tired, aren’t you?”
Susan nodded.
“How about we take her to a nice restaurant and show her how a family eats at a nice place?”
“Do you think she’s really ready for that? She still has trouble remembering to call me Auntie, and I don’t trust her to act her age of twelve years old.”
“Then she can act eight,” Steve said. “I’ll keep her in my lap until the food comes and talk to her appropriately so she learns how to be a good little girl.”
“You’re sure she won’t cause eyebrows to raise?”
“Not if she doesn’t want a spanking,” Steve said in finality that made Mariela gulp.
When they pulled in the parking lot, the first thing Steve did, was pick her up, and take her to the other side of the car, but her back down while he got her bear and put it in her hands, and then when he lifted her again, she felt the sticky wetness in her shorts. It looked like she had just wet herself.
“Not one word,” he breathed in her ear as he held her and patted her now wet bottom. “You be good and pretend to be happy I’m carrying you in to the restaurant.”
Mariela nodded and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “If you still gotta pee, I expect the restaurant chair to get a little damp before you ask me to take you potty.”
Mariella nodded.
“I mean it. If you ask me and the chair doesn’t feel that wet, you will be punished later.”
Mariela sniffled and nodded. She would do it, if she had to. She didn’t want a spanking.
Uncle Steve took her right to their table at this place, where it was half like a fast food burger place in that you just go to the front and order what you want and carry it back yourself, but what you ordered was much more like a decent meal.
Steve sat down, and he put his little niece in his lap, turned sideways so they could talk comfortably.
“So, the documentation office was a bit scary for my little girl, huh?”
Mariela nodded. “I peed my pants,” she whispered.
“So, how about you tell me what they did that made you so scared that that happened?”
“Well, first, they kept asking Aunt Susan like she might be lying, if I really was her niece, and made her tell them how I got here and why I didn’t have papers….”
Steve smiled and patted her bottom.
“Yeah, that would be a little frustrating.”
“Then they asked her if she knew what hospital I was born. I don’t know how she would even know that! You guys weren’t there when I was born.”
“Yeah, that is a hard question, isn’t it?”
“Then they told her to leave me there to answer them and to go sit way over there… like…,” and she slid off of Uncle’s lap and walked way over to another table. “…like this far away,” she yelled towards him and then started on her way back still talking. “…And then they asked me if I was kidnapped.”
Steve frowned. “That would be scary, wouldn’t it?”
“That’s when I started to leak, but I was too scared to tell anyone I was starting to wet. And then they asked me what school I went to, and I told them I was homeless, so we couldn’t send me to school, and they told me another questions and another, and I started to cry and pee… and pee… and I wet my pants, uncle,” and she quivered her lip up at him.
“Oh, little one. I didn’t mean to make you cry again.”
He lifted her up and sat her in his lap again. “You’re safe now, though, right? They let you come home with auntie.”
Mariela nodded. She whispered up at Steve. “I was scared for real, though, that they were going to call immigration on me.”
“Oh, now, that had to be scary! No wonder my little lady peed her pants!”
Mariela decided not to correct him on that point just now. It was too embarrassing as it was, and her shorts being wet, now, she figured that everyone that heard her drama play out so Steve would be happy she acted like an eight year old, would figure the wetness in her shorts was from her wetting her pants.
“You’re a good little girl,” Steve told her as he rubbed her back. “But you know, they do have to check because this is a dangerous world we live in, sweetheart. Even though you are twelve years old, I will not be sending you into public bathrooms on your own because things are just too strange lately.”
Mariela nodded. “I know. You said girls as old as sixteen get kidnapped and they always disappear where they are alone and i-sol-a-ted, and where they are the most powerless. So, of course a bathroom is all those things, so I know.”
Steve smiled and patted her thigh. “That’s right, baby. Even Aunty Susan doesn’t use public bathrooms after nine unless I can take her.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Nope. She’ll wet her pants if she really can’t hold it, and I can’t be there to make sure of her safety.”
“Wow! So… if you espect Aunt Susan to do that… then I know why you won’t let me!”
“Good. Because I just want to protect people that are important to me, honey. It doesn’t matter that much to me if you wet on accident because of being safe.”
Mariela nodded.
Susan came back with some chicken-fried steaks, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green beans, and some apple cobbler.
“You eat up all the vegetables as well as the main dish,” she told Mariela. “And we’ll let you have dessert.”
Mariela nodded and slid off of her uncle’s lap.
“Oh, honey, did she pee her pants again?” Susan looked at where Mariela had gotten off of his lap.
“She might of, but don’t punish her, honey. She was just recounting what happened when she got scared earlier, so she might have leaked a bit from being scared.”
“Well, that might mean she needs to use the potty, though,” Susan said. “Maybe you should take her potty and make sure she doesn’t make a mess out here?”
Steve nodded and stoop up and motioned for Mariela to do the same.
“Uncle?” Mariela looked up at him. “I’m twelve years old, right?”
Uncle Steve nodded.
“I… I not trying to back talk, but maybe if auntie take me instead?”
“Honey, I just told you at the table, even Aunt Susan doesn’t go on her own after nine.”
“It’s not nine, though, Uncle.”
“No. But you are not an adult either. I don’t want someone to see your Aunt by herself with a child in the toilets if I’m here. I can take you and make sure you are safe because criminals like that are cowards and not likely to confront a man with his kid.”
“Oh, um… okay.”
Steve reached down and picked Mariela up who then put her thumb in her mouth feeling a little insecure and remembering how sucking her thumb made her feel a little better.
He took her not into the men’s, but into the women’s room, and he called out that he was coming in with his little girl before he opened the door and took her to the nearest stall and put her down.
“Go potty, baby. Uncle Steve will be right here when you are done.”
Mariela nodded and went over to the toilet and after he closed the door, pulled down her icky wet shorts and panties. The pee spot was still so wet in the car, it had seeped through to her panties when he only sat her down for a short time.
She tried really hard to get it going.
When he opened the stall to check on her, she looked up at him, her face turning red, and he smiled as she sprayed pee right into the toilet.
“Good girl,” Steve said.
Once she was done, he walked in and helped her get her wet panties and shorts back up because she had a hard time pulling them up, not being so used to pulling up wet pants on herself.
“Alright, honey, it’s a good thing we did take you potty. Looks like you almost wet your pants, baby.”
When they came out to wash her hands, she saw some other people in the bathroom, and some of them smiled when they noticed what he had seemed to refer to as the back of her shorts were definitely wet in… from their point of view.
“I’m sorry,” Mariela said.
“That’s alright, honey. Just don’t be so nervous to tell Uncle Steve and Aunt Susan you gotta go. You don’t want to wear soaked pants, do you, honey?”
“No,” she shook her head and walked out with Uncle Steve to their table where she climbed into a chair and started to eat her food.
“You’re right, she really had to go. I think she even peed a little bit before I got her on the toilet judging by how wet her shorts had gotten.”
“Well, she should have told me she had to go.”
“Do you want me to spank her for not telling you?”
“No. I guess not. I think we better have a talk with her when we get home about what we expect from her though. The last thing we need from her school, is to have them calling and complaining she wets her pants at school every day.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” Steve seemed to agree.
Mariela just let them play their game about pretending to have a niece that keeps wetting her pants. She knew for a fact that the pee in her shorts this time, was from her sitting in the wet spot for a few minutes while Uncle Steve got her ready to come into the restaurant. He obviously wanted her to look like she had an accident.
Later, after they had gotten home, Steve carrying his little supposed eight or twelve year old, Mariela wasn’t sure exactly, niece from the car and into the living room, he sat pulling her into his lap while Aunt Susan went to use the restroom.
“I want you to pay very careful attention to what we say when Aunt Susan gets out of the bathroom, honey, because this is important.”
Mariela nodded as she sat in his lap.
“Am I going to change my shorts?” she asked him.
“After we are done talking, I’ll take you to get a bath, honey.”
Mariela nodded. There was no point in trying to fight them. Steve was strong enough to lift her like she was an eight year old, and between the both of them, she didn’t think she’d have much of a chance of getting away from them.
When Susan came out of the bathroom she frowned at seeing Mariela in Steve’s lap.
“Why isn’t her pants changed yet?”
“I figure she’s going to get a bath as soon as we are done talking anyway, so no point in changing her just yet, is there?”
Susan sighed. “I guess you’re right. So, the question is, how to begin….”
Steve smiled and kissed Mariela on the side of the head.
“Well, first of all, the truth is, Mariela, we need you here as much as you need a place to stay. You were not picked up by accident, or mistaken as a child. At first, Susan really did think you were a little kid, but even we are not that stupid, after seeing how you were last night, to not know you weren’t telling us the facts.”
Mariela frowned. “So, you really believe me, I’m twenty-three?”
“Yes, but you also said you are not sure if you are an illegal. You could be in serious trouble if the police find you without papers, right?”
Mariela nodded.
“Susan and I decided to treat you like a little girl today, and see how it would work out. We had talked over the plan last night, and I had planned to treat you like a child up until I got to talk to you about the scary place, and even try to make you have another accident to see how you’d take it. I wasn’t able to actually make you have a second accident, but I did sit you in the pee, and you didn’t say a word.”
Mariela nodded.
“Well, that was a test, because we needed to see if it would work.”
“If what would work, sir?”
“We still want you to be our little niece,” Steve told her. “And we are still going to get the papers for you whether you agree to be our niece or not, but you know, if you are our niece, you’ll have a permanent place to stay at least for a while….”
“Okay… but you’re going to spank me.”
“Yes, if you act out of character of our little niece, we will have to discipline you back into character. You need to learn how to behave the way we want you to.”
Mariela frowned. “I don’t think I want that, though.”
“No, no one wants to be spanked, Mariela. But what you would want, is to not worry about where you are going to eat, where you’ll sleep, and whether the police will call immigration on you, or you getting napped by someone with really bad intentions while you are on the street, no?”
Mariela nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Well, think about it. Isn’t a light spanking a very small price to pay for your safety and security in that you will have a place to stay, food, and a safety?”
Mariela looked down.
“Whether you try to run from us after two weeks or not, the government is going to think you are twelve years old. If you are checked on, you will be sent to a foster home if they cannot find any parents for you, and at least that, is better than going to jail when you didn’t even try to break the law, right?”
Mariela sighed and nodded.
“So, if you leave right now, you won’t get any papers because we don’t have them yet, and you’ll risk being put in prison for illegally sneaking into America. If you wait two weeks and try to leave, you’ll be put in another foster home where they won’t even know you are not twelve years old, and if you stay with us, you will never have to worry about safety and food again.”
Mariela nodded at every point he made.
Mariela looked up at him as he started making his points ready to argue each and every one of them, but as he got closer and closer to making his last point, she realized she had no good argument to counter it. He was right. She was much safer with them than out on the street, and she needed to wait at least for the papers if she wanted there to be any chance she would not go to immigration jail.
Finally, she just put her thumb in her mouth.
“I think she’s decided,” Steve told Susan.
“Good. Now, honey, I know Steve seems to be the one in charge, but that’s not the case, is it Steve?”
“No, baby,” he picked up the little lady he had let off of his lap while he made his points. “You see, I’m thinking about quitting my current job soon, but I will need to focus a lot more attention on something else I plan to open up after that.”
Mariela nodded.
“So, actually, Steve used to have his own apartment, but we talked about this plan for months before we found the perfect little girl to try this with, you.”
Susan stood up and looked over at Steve for a moment, and then she went on.
“Well, I knew Steve was unappreciated at his current job, and he had been for a very long time. The problem is, as you likely well know, the market for finding a job right now is really bad. Steve only has a high school education, so there are not that many people that will hire him.”
Mariela frowned still wondering what all this had to do with her.
“Over the last six months, we’ve been redecorating my basement,” Susan told her. “You see, there are these professional role playing game storytellers who can make a lot of money if they have the right appeal….”
Mariela frowned and looked down at her lap wondering what she had to do with all this.
“The thing is, Steve is a very messy gamer when he is running games, and he will also need someone to practice his stories on before he runs each scenario.”
“Oh,” Mariela said. “Does he expect me to act like a kid and to tell him if the story sucks?”
“Not exactly,” Steve chucked and rubbed her back. “You will actually be in the story, as one of the characters, and you won’t need to say anything about the story when we are done. I’ll know by how engaged you were with it.”
“…A…n…d…,” Susan went on drawing out her ‘and’ to make sure she had Mariela’s attention. “As I said, he can be a messy game storyteller, and I don’t like cleaning up after his story sessions. That’s what you are going to do.”
“So, I’m not just your niece, but I’m going to be your maid, too?”
“Don’t think of it like that, baby,” Steve patted her back. “You are our little niece, but you know, kids need chores to help them grow up to be responsible. Helping Uncle Steve clean up after a game session is just your little girl chore.”
Mariela frowned. “I’d get paid as an adult maid.”
“You also wouldn’t be wetting your pants as an adult,” Susan said.
“But I didn’t….”
“You didn’t?” Susan raised her eyebrow.
“No. You told me to wet at that document place! It was YOUR fault!”
“And last night?”
“I didn’t wet….”
“Your shorts were soaked when I got you home, little lady, and you didn’t do it because I told you to do it.”
“No. That’s a lie!”
“You were wet! Even the McDonalds Manager believed my story of you being on the bus like that because you smelled like you peed!”
“But…,” Mariela felt a tear in her eye.
“Susan, lay off a minute,” Steve said. “You’re scaring her.”
Susan frowned.
“Look, Mariela, you almost peed your pants at the restaurant, too, you know,” he said soothingly. “You almost didn’t say anything, and I only took you because Susan was playing up to the little wet spot in your shorts, but you really did pee in the toilet. Think! If I had not taken you, you would have wet yourself at the table, and no one told you to do it.”
“I… that wasn’t….”
Mariela gave up, tears falling down her face.
“We are not mad that you almost wet yourself or a third time today, honey. That is not the point here. We are trying to show you that you are too irresponsible to live on your own or even have a real job.”
“But I had one!”
“That you were fired from, and the people said that it was because of an immigration raid, according to you…,” Susan said. “But what if the real reason they fired you was because you were caught leaking in your uniform once in a while. Most immigrants are not just fired that easily. They are given some time off until things calm down, but then welcomed back. You have to ask yourself, why didn’t they call you back for over two months?”
Mariela shivered a bit. She didn’t recall when she started to leak once in a while, but she thought it had to do with being in the streets and without a toilet readily accessible, but what if Susan was right, and she just didn’t remember leaking in her pants at her old job?
“So, what is the plan, then, honestly?” she finally asked the couple.
“You are going to live as our twelve year old niece, and be treated as a child. You will get allowance money for helping Uncle Steve keep his story place clean, and for testing out his stories for him. That’s it.”
“So, you really want me to behave like a twelve year old kid?”
“Sometimes ten or even eight, if we think you need a lesson of some kind related to that age,” Susan told her.
Mariela frowned. “And if I do this, I get a free room, free food, and all these clothes you bought me without having to pay you back at all?”
“That’s the plan,” Susan told her. “Of course, our little twelve year old niece wets the bed at night, so no arguing about being diapered at night.”
Mariela sighed. “Do I have to wet on purpose?”
“No,” Susan said. “I’m sure there are ways it can be made an accident once in a while if I feel you are getting too big for your britches.”
Mariela looked down. “I don’t like this deal. It’s really one sided, you know.”
“Well, you know where the door is. We are not putting bars on the windows or the door. If you get tired of this game, you can try to take care of yourself, but remember, the papers will be the only things that keep you in America, and we don’t get them for two weeks, and even after that, if you are caught, you will be thought of as a child wherever you go.”
Mariela nodded.
“I’ll try it.”
“Good girl,” Steve patted her lap. “Now, it’s time for our little eight year old to get a bath.”
“Eight?”
“uh…huh,” Steve said patting her lap.
“You gonna wash me, aren’t you?”
Steven nodded. “You gonna be a good girl so I don’t have to spank you?”
Mariela nodded. |
Chapter 5:
As an eight year old, the first difference from the night before, was that Uncle Steve was giving the little woman her bath, but a second change, was that it was a bath and not a shower.
Steve stood up and picked the little woman up and started to carry her just like his little eight year old niece. Susan smiled and kicked back to watch some television.
“Are you a good little girl?” Uncle Steve asked her teasingly as he carried her back to the bathroom. “Are you?”
He patted her bottom and hugged her. “My little princess niece.”
Mariela’s face blushed a little and his little love pats on her bottom made her feel… well, like a little girl, but she couldn’t describe exactly how it made her feel. Was a twenty-three your old woman supposed to like to be patted like that, and hugged? It had been so long since anyone cared about her at all, or even pretended to….
The little woman found her thumb starting towards her mouth, but she paused halfway, not really sure she what she wanted. It was a little humiliating to be treated like a little girl, but it was also…. She didn’t like it. She didn’t.
Uncle Steve put the little woman down in front of the toilet and he whispered.
“You need to sit on the potty, baby?”
Mariela looked down blushing.
“I know you’re already wet, baby, but still. It’s no excuse to wet yourself on purpose, is it? So, do you want to sit on the toilet or not, honey?”
Mariela nodded that she wanted to sit on the toilet.
Steve smiled and hugged her. “Good girl, sweetie. You are too big to just wet your pants for no reason.”
He started to unbutton her shorts.
Mariela just sighed and let him. He was going to see a lot more than her panties in a few minutes. He was probably going to start washing her, so what did it matter if he was taking her shorts off of her?
“Uncle Steve’s little princess kept wetting on the bus to the house, and she had a few accidents in the last couple of days, but does the little one also poop her pants?” he asked her as he pulled her panties down.
“No?” Mariela pleaded more than anything because it was their sick game, that made her wet. She hoped they were not going to force her to poop her pants, too.
“Are you sure, little girl? Because Uncle Steve will be very upset if you lie about it, but not as upset if you do have accidents like that, and you tell me the truth.”
Mariela looked down putting her thumb in her mouth, tears in her eyes.
“You don’t?” he whispered in her eart?
She shook her head.
He hugged her, and as he did, he pulled down her shorts and panties together until he dropped them to the floor and she stepped out of them.
“Try to poop in the potty, baby, so you don’t poop your diapers tonight, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
He lifted her up and put her on the toilet.
Mariela screwed up her face, her eyes closed tight as she tried to push with all her energy hoping something would come out. The last thing she wanted, was for Uncle to decide she was going to be pooping her pants along with wetting the bed.
Uncle Steve must have moved on, because though her eyes were closed, she could hear him going over to the tub, and then he turned the faucet handles and water started to pour into the tub, and as it did, she instinctively peed a little bit, and then she felt it. A little slithering push at her butt, ever so gently, pushed her open, and then started to slide down around her bottom before pushing past and into the toilet with some plopping sounds. She was pooping, even with Steve in the bathroom.
She had never been one that could even pee in front of other people before this, but for some reason, here she was, actually pooping in the toilet in front of not just another woman, but a man right in the room, right in view of her, running the bathtub for her bath.
She pushed again, and the slithering plops continued.
Uncle Steve turned off the filling tub just as the last ploppity plop hit the water in the toilet and she breathed out in relief, her red face from forcing herself to poop, now starting to drain back towards its usual color.
Steve walked over to her, and he lifted her off of the toilet and looked down inside the toilet, then he hugged her.
“Good girl, Mariela. I’m glad my little niece didn’t do that in her pants or even diaper. “You do know that would be really hard to clean up, don’t you?”
Mariela nodded looking down a little embarrassed at the way he was praising her for pooping in the toilet like she was some kind of toddler or something that needed to be encouraged.
He got some toilet paper, and he bent her over a little and started to wipe her bottom.
“What are you doing?” Mariela asked him.
“Honey, you don’t seem to know how to wipe yourself,” he told her. “Your Aunt Susan told me about finding poop in your bottom last night when she gave you a shower, and she said you claimed you didn’t poop your pants, so if you didn’t poop your pants, and you showed me just now that you are able to control that, then you must not be wiping yourself that good, so Uncle and Auntie should make sure you are clean from now on. You can get an infection if you’re not wiping good.”
Mariela frowned. “I said. It was because I didn’t always have access to the toilet or something to wipe with.”
“Honey, no more excuses. You are with Uncle and Auntie, now, so we will teach you and take care of our little niece.”
He tore off a little more toilet paper and handed it to her.
“Here, you can try to wipe the front and around your middle, but if you don’t do it right, Uncle will have to do it for you.”
Mariela nodded, very uncomfortable at the idea that he even thought he had to wipe her butt. She certainly didn’t want him wiping between her legs or her pee pee place.
Pee pee place? Why’d she call it that? She was NOT a little girl! She is not!
After Uncle supervised her wiping herself, and tearing off more paper for her as she needed it, he bent down and hugged her after she threw the last of the needed paper into the toilet, and then he lifted her shirt and started to help her get the rest of the way ready for her bath.
“You are such a good little girl, sweetie. It’s not your fault you don’t know how to wipe your bottom that good, being on the streets as long as you were, honey.”
He kissed her head after he took off her undershirt, and then he took her over to the tub and helped her get in.
“After Uncle Steve gives you a nice warm bath with bubbles, we are going to put you in a diaper the rest of the night, so don’t worry about trying to get to the potty until morning, after we take off your diaper, honey. Uncle Steve’s little princess has trouble making it potty at night, and that’s okay. Aunt Susan will not spank you for having problems with wetting as long as you have a diaper on.”
Mariela sighed and let him put her in the tub. There was nothing she could do, and even though she was perfectly naked, and he even had access to wiping her butt, somehow, she felt like she was safe. He seemed to have no intention of doing anything to her, of a nature that was violent or even remotely close to something you wouldn’t do with a child.
“Do you remember what Uncle Steve said if you were a good little girl today and minded your Auntie Susan?”
Mariela looked down not sure what he was on about.
“Remember, honey? This morning, when I took you potty?” Steve was washing her hair at this point. “I said I’d give you a surprise.”
“Oh, yeah,” Mariela blushed not really that excited by a surprise that they thought would be appropriate to hype up to a little girl.
“So, after your little bath, Uncle is going to treat you to a special bedtime story.”
“Special?” she said rolling her eyes.
“That’s right, baby. Instead of just hearing a tale, you get to be IN THE TALE.”
“It’s kind of hard to be in a tail,” Mariela said playing with his words.
“Clever, Princess.”
Steve wiggled his fingers around her sides, far enough to the side that he didn’t touch her in a way was particularly uncomfortable, but his wiggling fingers tickled her and she started to splash to try to get away from him.
“Oh, baby Mariela is ticklish, is she?” he taunted as he wiggled his fingers at her.
Mariela smiled up at him. He was kind of charming when he was playing around with her, and actually, she did prefer to be played with this way than what he could be doing to her.
Sooner than she expected, and maybe… maybe half before she wanted to, he was done washing her and lifted her out of the murky water and set her on her feet, where he slipped a towel over her, and then hugged her from behind just like he kept doing when she was seated at the table.
“Such a good little sweet precious thing you are,” he whispered to her as he waddle walked her back to her room.
When they got to the room she had slept in the night before, he patted the bed for her to get up, and then after helping her to lie down, he slipped a fluffy cushion under her, a silky smooth fluff that she knew from the night before, as a diaper, only, then he slipped between her legs, another fluffy, lavender fragrant pad, and then started to close up the little cushion around her so she was nice and snug.
Once he had his little niece in her little pee pillow, Steve lifted her by under her arms, and set her on her feet and motioned her to come to the dresser, where he then slipped a pair of gray and striped sweatpants over her legs and fluffy gray sweatshirt over her chest, one with some little feminine designs at the neck and the ends of the sleeves.
After she was dressed, he picked her up and beeped her nose with his finger, making the “beep” sound as he touched her.
Mariela smiled.
“Now, let’s go show you how a bedtime story works around her for a little twelve year old,” Uncle Steve told her.
Mariela nodded and let him carry her.
“It’s only eight, though, uncle. Do twelve year old kids go to bed so early in your house?”
“Oh, honey, you’ll see. Eight o’clock is actually a little late to start a bedtime story in this house.”
“So, what, am I ‘apposed to go sleep before eigth?”
“No, sweetie. Come on, you’ll see….”
Uncle Steve carried his little niece down to the living room, and held her next to Aunt Susan.
“Aunt Susie, you might want to tell your niece good night now. We are about to start her bedtime story, and you know, I’m going to keep her at it until our little girl falls asleep.”
“Oh, okay. Make sure she stays hydrated while you are talking to her though.”
Aunt gave Uncle something behind Mariela’s back, so she couldn’t see it, the way Uncle Steve was holding her and took the object, not that she really cared what it was.
Susan then reached over, and Steve held her out a bit so Auntie could half hold the little sweetie.
“Sweet dreams, baby. You are such a good little sweetie. Now, there is no reason to get out of bed in the night. You have a nice soft diaper on, so if you happen to need to pee, you just do so, like when you were in the wild on the streets, because if you get up in the middle of the night all the time, you’ll be fussy and tired all the next day.”
Mariela sighed.
“I mean it, baby. It’s okay for our little twelve year old niece to wet herself when she’s in diapers especially when she’s supposed to be sleeping.”
Mariela nodded, and Auntie Susan helped her thumb find her mouth.
“You are such a good little girl. Good night, sweetheart.”
“Goo nigh’” the little one whispered.
Then, instead of taking her right up to her room, where she had her toys and clothes, Uncle Steve took through a door in the kitchen she had not yet been through, and they walked down into a beautiful basement room.
There was this huge oak table, but it was something that looked like it came right out of a sci-fi movie. The center of the Oak edge, it was like glass, only it wasn’t glass. It was like someone had mounted a huge computer screen or something into this thing. There were places for eight chairs, four on each side of the table, and then there was a portion of the table that was screened off with blocky wooden dividers.
Uncle Steve carried Mariela over and sat her down at his command seat, and she saw behind the blocky dividers, there were dice, a laptop computer that was hooked into the table, and under the table on his side, there were slots where he had books upon books of stuff.
“This is my story room,” Steve told her.
Each of the chairs were like something from a very comfortable office. Each chair had a different color seat and back, cushioned for extended comfort, and even at each of the players’ stations, there were slots for two books and a pullout tray for maybe writing space or something. There were little dice cups, and then there were even little cup holders build into the lower part of the table, so that drink cups were not on top of the table.
Mariela was very interested in the workmanship and the design of this thing. It must have cost a small fortune to make.
Behind the command center where her uncle sat, there were actually two chairs. One of the chairs looked just like the other office chairs, but then there was a little plastic chair that also had its own little pull out desk tray, and under it were three little cup holders, but the cup holders were all difference sizes for some reason. There was a dice cup, too, and there were little books in some slots.
“Pick up one of the books,” Steve encouraged his little niece.
How to Play Dungeons and Dragons: A junior’s journal was the title of one of the books. Mariela looked up at him.
“Open the cover, honey.”
“To our little niece:
So that you may always have a story in your heart.
Love Uncle Steve and Aunt Susan
Mariela looked up at him.
“Mine?” she asked him.
He nodded and gestured at the other books and everything in that little cubby just next to his command chair.
She picked up a piece of paper that was on the pullout tray.
Niece’s First Character:
Name: Lillian Lovenest Class: Child Level: 1
Strength: 6 Attack: Hug: +2 damage: cuteness d8 + 2
Dexterity: 14 Armor Class: 12
Constitution: 14 HP: d6 (8)
Intelligence: 10 Magic: Friends
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 19
Mariela looked up at her uncle. “This my first character for your story?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Now, we are going to start a bedtime story for you.”
“Okay.”
Uncle Steve scratched out Lillian though, and wrote Mariela on the top of the paper.
He also added next to the Hp, some other writing:
Niece’s First Character:
Name: Mariela Lovenest Class: Child Level: 1
Strength: 6 Attack: Hug: +2 damage: cuteness d8 + 2
Dexterity: 14 Armor Class: 12
Constitution: 14 HP: d6 (8) Panty HP 4 skirt HP 4
Intelligence: 10 Magic: Friends
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 19
“What is HP?” Mariela asked having never seen this concept before.
“It means hit points, honey.”
“Why you write Panty HP and skirt HP just now?”
“Because they are important to your story, sweetie.”
“Okay. But that means my panties, are… what, alive? I heard of hit points when people talked about video games.”
“No, honey, your clothes are not alive, but you’ll see. You need panty hit points and skirt hit points because of what can happen to them.”
“Do they get ripped?”
“They can….”
“Okay. So, how do we start?”
Uncle pulled something out that maybe Aunt Susan must have given him when she passed him something behind Mariela’s back before. It was… A BOTTLE like a baby uses, and it had some dark liquid in it.
“What is that?” Mariela demanded.
“It’s your night time drink,” Steve told her.
“I’m too old for a bottle,” she looked down hoping she wasn’t disobeying out of character. “Even eight year olds don’t need that anymore.”
“Well, you do, honey. It’s only for bedtime, to make sure you stay hydrated.”
Mariela sighed. “What’s in it?”
“Cola, I think.”
“You not ‘apposed to give little kids soda after bed,” Mariela told him.
“And why is that?” Steve asked her.
“I… I’m not sure. I think it might have something to do with the caffeine.”
“Yeah, go on, reason it out, honey. You’re a smart little girl. Think about it….”
“It can keep little kids awake,” she said.
“Don’t worry, Auntie and Uncle Steve have already planned for that. So, what else can caffeine do to little kids that are asleep?”
Mariela put her finger to her face and tapped along side her nose.
“It can….”
Uncle Steve patted her sweats, right on the butt where she felt him tapping her diaper.
“Oh, does caffeine make little kids wet the bed?” she asked him.
“Now, you’re getting it.”
So, maybe this is what dear auntie Susan meant by making her have an accident at night? Well, if it was just to give her cola, maybe that wasn’t so bad, but Mariela was still a big girl. She wasn’t sure cola was going to be enough to make her wet the bed, but just the same, with a sigh, she reached for the bottle with both hands.
“Good girl!” Steve said when it looked like she was being enthusiastic about it. She wasn’t…. She wasn’t. She just wanted Uncle Steve to be happy for now.
Uncle Steve sat in his command chair, and put his little niece in his lap, took her paper from her little spot at the table, and placed it on his bigger command area, and he smiled.
“Now, once upon a time, there was this little twelve year old princess called Mariela,” he started….
Mariela started to listen to his story, but after he had set the scene of her being in her dark room, and hearing something scurrying around her bed, he turned to her, and picking up a ‘dice’ thing that almost looked like a ball because it had not six sides, but twenty on it, and he asked: “What do you do, sweetheart?”
“So, I… I actually talk for and do actions for the princess?” Mariela asked him.
“Exactly,” Steve told her. “This is what I meant by a story telling game.”
“Oh, okay,” she drank a little from the bottle, testing it. Her auntie seemed to have predicted that she might have trouble remembering how to drink from a bottle, so she had somehow, made a hole big enough in the nipple, that the cola was actually easy to get to come out.
She smiled up at Uncle Steve and she said… “I try to look over the edge of the bed, but I don’t let anything on my body get over the edge, or anything. Can I see something?”
He rolled the round die thing and it came up a 6.
“Nope. It looks quiet where you are looking, but you hear scurrying on the other side of the bed….”
Mariela looked up at him. “Are you cheating just so you can make me kidnapped on purpose in the story?” she asked him.
Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Such a natural response from a twelve year old. No, here, look at my notes, baby.”
Roll Perception (wis) against 15. If success, the character will notice something, if not, the noise is somewhere else.
“See? You rolled a 6, so you don’t see it.”
“But I didn’t roll,” Mariela crossed her arms as if she really was a little kid and put out her lip in a pout. “You rolled it, and you said I’m the little girl, so why come you rolled the dice thing and not me?”
Steve smiled. “You’re right, honey. I was just trying to keep the rules simple for your first time. Do you want to roll, honey?”
“Yes! It only fair, if you gonna say I didn’t notice it.”
“Alright, honey. Your wisdom is 14, so you get to add 2 to whatever your roll before we see if it is higher than 15.”
“Okay…. I roll… a… 9?”
“So, what is 9 plus 2, honey?”
“It 11.”
“Did you roll more than 15?”
“No,” Mariela sulked.
“So, like I said, you hear scurrying from the other side of the bed….”
Even though it didn’t always go her way when she rolled the dice, and even when she rolled high, but did something that she didn’t know would cause something bad to happen, she started to like this form of bedtime story.
She was now, somewhere in the dark, somewhere in secret tunnels in the house, and she started to get sleepy. She still didn’t know what was scurrying around just yet, but the more she explored this mystery in the story, the more tired and the more content she was…. And then she was out. |
Chapter 6:
“Are you sure she won’t wake up?” a whisper in the night cut through the air.
“Certain, honey. I powdered up two of those sleeping pills in her drink.”
“Two? It’s not too much is it?”
“No, honey. Trust me, I read it carefully, and she is big enough, she could even take three at once, if we wanted to keep her out for much longer than just a normal sleep, but two should let her sleep deeply enough she won’t even know we are talking right now.”
“Okay. So, what is the plan?”
“Well, you did make sure she drank three bottles of cola, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Just put her little foot in this, off the side of the bed, and put her opposite hand in this.”
Mariela thought she was hearing voices, but her eyelids were too heavy to open, and the voices sound so far away….
“I don’t understand why you are putting her foot in a pan of water,” Steve whispered to Susan.
“Because, if the hand in the water trick works sometimes, on some people, having two of her limbs in cool water should be twice as effective, so because of the sleeping pills we ground up in her first bottle of cola, she shouldn’t even stir while she wets tonight, and hopefully, she won’t even wake up before we get up in the morning to get her.”
“What are we going to do with this things, then? Just leave them here?”
“I don’t see how we can do it any other way. I don’t want to sit here all night and wait for her body to finally decide to go. Do you?”
“No.”
“We’ll set the alarm for five in the morning so we have time to get in here and get rid of these things before she wakes up, and then we’ll wake her up just before seven, and hopefully, she’ll have a soggy saggy diaper on by then.”
There was more whispering, but Mariela’s brain was too far gone to hear anymore. It was fuzzy, and she couldn’t even necessarily put the voices to her uncle or her aunt. Instead, she felt like something in the dark, the creatures in her story were whispering about her. She never saw them in her story, and so in her dream, they were constantly in the shadows, and they watched her, and they scurried here and there, and seemed to block every route possible to the toilets….
The toilets…. Mariela thought she had to pee. She tried to get up from her bed, but when she opened her eyes, she heard something under the bed. It was scary. It made a noise deep and monstrous enough, that she made sure her hands and feel were pulled off of the floor.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t for some reason. She bounced on the bed, trying to stay near the center of it so that something couldn’t grab her with ease.
She started to feel her body betray her as she bounced around and avoided shadowy long sender limbs reaching over the bed towards her. She sprayed into her panties. Her panties took a point of damage in wetness. Was this really happening? Was she wetting her panties? What happened to her diaper?
She curled up to the headboard and grabbed her build-a-bear, Mr. Cottonmouth, and she held him to her chest as she leaked again, two more points of damage to her panties! What was she saying? Why was she saying her panties took damage? In the story that she was with her uncle, the night before, the creatures didn’t even show their arms. She didn’t even pee, did she? Why was she peeing now?
She sprayed the rest of the pee into her panties. Somehow, her skirt… wait, did she have a skirt on? Was she really awake?
Mariela tried to wake up again, but she found herself on her bed, again, in a skirt, and she saw the slender shadowy arms reaching for her, and she felt her bladder spray into her panties again.
She fought trying to wake up a couple more times, and then gave up, and just mumbled in her sleep to at least go to another dream. Please any other dream. Please….
The next morning, Mariela was being prodded by her Aunt Susan to wake up. Her aunt was rolling on her shoulders and whispering to her.
“Wake up, honey. We have a lot to do this morning. Please wake up.”
After a few minutes of recognizing her aunt’s voice trying to stir her, the girl opened her eyes and sat up. When she did, she felt a heavy squishiness in her panties… no her diaper. Under her, her pajamas even felt a bit damp, and she lifted her butt and felt the bed, but it didn’t seem all that wet. She pulled the blankets back, and her face heated up as she saw in her crotch, an obvious wet spot from wetting herself, but it was so small and so weak, that it had not really wet on the bed as badly.
Susan smiled and helped her out of bed, where she turned her little niece around and patted her damp bottom.
“Aw! Did my little niece wet the bed?” Susan asked her.
Mariela had tears starting to well in her eyes. She had never wet the bed like this before, that she could ever remember. But, knowing that lying could get her in trouble, she just looked down and whispered very lightly.
“Sorry, auntie.”
“I know, honey. I know,” Susan patted her back. “Come on down and have some breakfast, and then Uncle Steve will help you get changed for the day. Auntie has to get ready for work today. I’m going to work half a day.”
“If I’m twelve, is someone going to watch me?” Mariela asked.
“You’re going to go to school this morning, if everything works out,” Susan told her.
“School?! Are you serious? There’s no way anyone will believe I’m just twelve years old! I know too much!”
“Well, you better hold back a bit, then, baby. You are going to school, and the story is you were on the streets for a while, so you are actually way behind in your schooling. You better do very poorly at math and literature or writing, understand?”
Mariela frowned. “But….”
“You heard me, missy.”
Susan then took her hand and walked her down to the dining room, shutting off the conversation.
“Sit. I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute.”
Mariela nodded.
Steve came in behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind like he always did since meeting her, and kissed the top of her head.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked her.
“She wet the bed, honey,” Susan said as she set a bowl of oatmeal in front of Mariela. “Didn’t you, honey?”
Mariela nodded looking up at Steve. “Sorry uncle.”
“Well, that’s what the diaper was for, wasn’t it, honey. No harm done.”
Steve moved so the little 23 year old woman could eat her breakfast. She was poured a glass of orange juice, and given two piece of toast with strawberry jam as well.
Mariela looked up at Aunt Susan with a bit of strawberry jam on the corner of her mouth and on her fingers.
“What is the story about me being behind?” she asked her.
“Well, we’ll say you were not enrolled in school for about two years, honey.”
“Two years? That’s like… fifth grade, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, maybe just before fifth….”
“Do I even know fractions?”
“I’m not sure, honey. I am sure you can’t do much with fractions though, nor are you good at division, and you mix up your multiplication all the time.”
Mariela sighed.
“Can I do anything right?”
“You are very good at adding and subtracting, and even can do some of it in your head, if you can.”
Mariela nodded.
“How well do I read?”
“You have trouble pronouncing words over six letters long, unless the word has double letters or sound combinations that would make it just five sounds or less.”
“Okay…,” Mariela sighed. That sounded a lot worse though, than what she thought a fifth grader could do.
“What about Science and Social Studies?”
“You are a little fascinated by Science, so you can do anything a fifth grader or even a sixth grader can do in Science, but you are not very good at history or other things like that. You mix up dates most of all, and history makes you kind of shy and you always want to use the bathroom to get out of history class.”
“Oh,” Mariela blushed.
“The teachers will be told that you used to try to duck out to the bathroom during both History and Math, so they might not let you use the bathroom during those periods because of that.”
Mariela sighed. Another plan to make her wet her pants, maybe?
“Am I going to wet my pants at school?” Mariela wanted to know up front.
“Well, what do you think, honey? Is that what little twelve year old Mariela would do?”
“Not if I can help it,” Mariela said. “But you said I won’t be allowed to use the bathroom during Social Studies or Math, if you can help it, and so I was just wondering… if you were going to make it hard for me to go potty like a big girl at school.”
“I want you to use the toilets at school, if you gotta go at a time that is naturally free for you to do so. I’m only asking they don’t let you skip out on the two subjects that I want you to be way behind in.”
Mariela nodded.
“If I have a problem and can’t hold it in those classes, do I get a spanking for wetting my pants?”
“It depends on how or why it happened, baby. If you were caught talking to other girls and playing around before that class, and then peed yourself during class because you asked the class in the middle of the class, then yes, you will be spanked. If you were not seen playing around, and you honestly couldn’t hold it, then we’ll see what the teacher says… and if we determine it’s just your little peeing problem that is part of what happens to you at night anyway, then maybe we’ll just look into you seeing a doctor again about it.”
Mariela looked down. “Again?”
“Your parents would have taken you to see a doctor because of bedwetting,” Susan told her. “If you are wetting yourself at school, then maybe your problem is getting worse.”
She signed and nodded.
“Don’t. Ever. Poop. Your. Pants, though,” Susan made sure each word was clearly out before saying the next so her little 23 year old niece knew that she was not expected to poop herself.
Mariela bit her lower lip to keep from talking back. She wasn’t sure if she complained that she would never do that, if they would take it as back talking or not, and maybe make things harder on her.
After breakfast, Steve took little twelve year old Mariela to her room, leading her by her hand, and he had her sit on her bed, careful not to get on the wet part when her diaper was off.
“You are going to be in sixth grade for a couple of months,” Steve told her. “But you will probably be in a special class because of your anxiety for math and social studies.”
As he talked, he pulled together an undershirt and some panties and came back to start dressing his naked little niece.
“Your other classes shouldn’t be too hard for you, but remember, you can’t read that well. Anything with more than six letters, you need to sound it out, and you can skip double letters as single letters when counting the letters. Anything over eight letters, and you should be having a real had time coming up with the word.”
“Okay.”
He brought over white frilly top and a cute red and black plaid skirt that was pleated.
“Now, are you sure you don’t have wetting issues at school?” Uncle Steve asked her. “If you do, we can put a diaper on you, and then auntie will have to forgive you if you wet at school. If you wear panties though, they better not be wet unless it is a real accident.”
“I don’t want to wet my pants at school,” Mariela said looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Okay. So, no ignoring your bladder before class, and then wetting in the middle of a class because of that, right?”
“Right,” Mariela smiled and nodded.
“Oh, and bullies. You are technically 23 years old. You do know what will happen if you throw a punch at any bullies?”
“I can be arrested?”
“Exactly. So, no standing up to bullies. You are scared of them, and you do anything they tell you to avoid fighting them.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. I cannot protect you from the police if you do something that gets you investigated and reveals your real age.”
Mariela nodded.
“Oh, I almost forgot. What hand do you write with?”
“My right hand….”
“Well, your right hand is going to be injured, baby.”
“Injured? For real?”
“Well, it’s not in pain right now, but we are going to wrap it, so you’ll have do all your writing with your left hand.”
“That’s going to be sloppy.”
“Yes, exactly like a little kid,” Uncle Steve smiled which made her realize the purpose of this.
“If my hand is injured, is it going to get in the way me going pee?” Mariela asked.
“Honey, if you are twelve years old, stop saying pee so easily like that. You can asked if you can go to the bathroom, using the words bathroom or restroom, but no saying what you are actually going to do in there.”
“Why?”
“Because your parents, and your Uncle and Aunt would have taught you that it’s bad to talk like that.”
“Oh,” she looked down. “Okay.”
“Alright, so you are going to need uncle to help you dress, even as a twelve year old because your hand and arm are hurt, just around here.”
He started to wrap her fingers together, then up through her wrist, and finally halfway up to her elbow.
“You don’t twist your arm, and you don’t hold anything in your fingers without showing discomfort and pain, understand?”
Mariela nodded.
“Good girl.”
He patted her on her skirt bottom and started to walk her down the stairs, but still seeming to have forgotten the question about whether or not her hurt arm would make it hard to pee or not. She supposed she would just have to try at school, to see if she could get her pants up and down by herself.
As they headed out to the car, to get everyone where they needed to go, Aunt Susan handed the little pretend twelve year old a cup of water.
“Drink,” she ordered. “I want to make sure you are hydrated, honey. Make sure you drink plenty of water at school. You’ll have a toilet right there, near you, so there is no reason to be scared you’ll wet your pants before finding a chance to go.”
Mariela nodded.
By the time Mariela had drank the water, they had dropped Steve off at his job. She wasn’t sure when he was going to quit that job, but she did remember them talking about him not being appreciated at Ace Hardware, and about him not being happy there.
Then, Susan took Mariela to the middle school where she took the little lady not to the main office, but directly into the principal’s office to have some private words with her.
“This is my little niece, the one I told you about that might be coming to stay with my boyfriend and me because her parents are out on the street?”
“Oh, yes, I do remember you, now.”
“Well, I’ve just learned my niece has been out on the streets for two years, and not six months like I first thought.”
“That’s terrible!”
“Yeah, and according to my brother, that has really caused trouble in her academics, as if her trouble with math and history are not bad enough.”
“Well, that’s alright. We’ll work with her however we can. Do you have her records?”
“Unfortunately, when they were kicked out, they lost a lot of important stuff, and because she didn’t attend school for about two years, my brother says he can’t even get her academic records.”
“That’s too bad. If I could just get her social security number or something, I might be able to get something, or at least start a new file on her if nothing else.”
“Well, as I said, they lost all her documents. We went to the government yesterday to get replacement records for her, but they won’t come back for at least two weeks, and could take three.”
“I see.”
“Is there any way she can start today? She’s already so far behind her peers, and I really do have to get back to work, today, too.”
“I think we can let her start. Just get me her papers as soon as you can, okay?”
“Sure.”
“There is something else I need to talk to you about before I go.”
“Yes?”
“She doesn’t like math or history. I would really like it if the teacher doesn’t leave the classroom if my little niece says she has to use the bathroom in those classes.”
“Okay…, but normally, parents are fighting for the opposite.”
“I know, but my little niece has used the bathroom as an excuse in these subjects for too long, and she can’t even do simple calculations that sixth graders should be able to, partially because of missing so much school, but also because she escapes to the bathroom when something gets too challenging for her.”
“I’ll let her teachers know, then.”
“Thank you. And sucking her thumb won’t be a problem will it? I’ve noticed the last two days, she does that a lot when she’s nervous.”
Mariela took that as a cue to put her thumb in her mouth because she did feel nervous for real, after all.
The principal smiled. “Well, there is nothing that stops her coming to school doing that, but her peers could be mean about it. I’ll try to let her teachers know to watch her and try to distract her from putting her thumb in her mouth as much as we can, and maybe have a talk with her homeroom to give them help in understanding her situation.”
“Thank you so much. Well, I need to go now. You be good, Mariela, and mind your teachers, okay?”
Mariela nodded. “Okay.”
She talked around her thumb, and the principal smiled at the little girl.
“They are all in third period,” she told Mariela. “But you and I need to find an appropriate class for you, so can you wait a moment while I look into the computer to see what class to put you in?”
“Okay.”
It took a while, so actually, they were starting fourth period, when the principal, Mrs. Hayes, took the little lady that she thought to be twelve years of age to her first sixth grade history class with Mr. Wilson.
“Excuse me, Mr. Wilson, this is a new student here. Her name is Mariela Wayfeld.”
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Hayes. “Miss, you can sit there…,”
“Wait,” the principal called him over to them. “She has trouble in history. I was hoping you’d put her near the front where you can watch her, and don’t listen to her if she pleads to use the bathroom. It’s mostly just anxiety about history that she’s trying to escape from.”
“Oh,” Mr. Wilson frown, his grey and black moustache pronouncing the frown even more. “But what about student rights?”
“It’s alright. Her Aunt, who is her legal guardian is the one that has requested we ignore her pleas to use the bathroom both in mathematics and in history.”
“Alright.”
“She’s also waaay behind her peers because of missing school for nearly two years, so go as slow as you can with her and work with her? Maybe hold her after recess or something when you can to make sure she understands stuff, at least for a while?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“That’s all I asked.”
Mr. Wilson turned back to the class.
“Okay, Robbie, would you please sit back by my desk? I want our new student sit there for now on. She has some trouble with her eyes.”
“Oh, okay, sure.”
Mariela appreciated how he had kept her real problem a secret by making up an excuse to put her in front, and such a natural excuse for as quick as he thought of it, too. He was probably practiced at this sort of deception to keep student real needs secret.
Mr. Wilson went to the front of the class, and he pointed at the board and started to instruct the class on some world events that affected America in the 1800s.
Mariela started to write in a notebook.
Just before the bell rang for lunch, Mr. Wilson called Jenna Jensen to the back of the room and whispered to her Jenna smiled and nodded as Mariela watched and then the black girl with shiny dark hair approached her desk and with amber eyes, she whispered in Mariela’s ear.
“Mr. Wilson says class is over, so I can take you to the bathroom now. Then, I’ll show you were we eat lunch.”
Mariela nodded.
Mariela stood up, but she noticed everyone else was still seated, and a few steps out the classroom door, the school bell sounded to let the hallways fill up.
“What were you and Mr. Wilson talking about back at his desk?” Mariela wanted to know.
“Oh, we just noticed you hurt your hand, so he wants me to stay with you today, and make sure you can get everything you need.”
“Don’t you have a different class than me after lunch?”
“No…. Why would I?”
Mariela shrugged. She was afraid that she might have made a mistake saying that. Maybe things have changed since she last went to middle school or junior high school, or whatever it was.
“Anyway, he told me to take you to the bathroom because neither of us could see how you could go on your own with your arm hurt, and then I am to help you get your tray in the cafeteria.”
“Oh, okay,” Mariela blushed.
When Mariela went into the stall, Jenna pushing her into the bigger one for special needs people and locking the door behind them both, the other girl waited to see if Mariela could get her skirt out of the way on her own, but truth be told, if she wasn’t supposed to use her wrapped hand, and with Jenna watching, she was scared to use it, she did find it frustrating that she couldn’t get her skirt down that easily.
“Just what we thought,” Jenna said triumphantly. “Actually, what I told Mr. Wilson. You there’s no way you can get your pants down in time to pee with a hurt hand.”
She walked over and pulled the girl’s skirt down and then her panties so she could sit on the toilet.
“You can go now,” Jenna said. “I’ll step outside for a few minutes so you can go without me watching you.”
Mariela nodded tightening her mouth at the idea that a young classmate had to help her get her skirt down. This was embarrassing. She sat on the toilet, but it was still too early. She didn’t have to go.
“I’m done,” Mariela eventually called out to which her door opened, and Jenna came over and helped her fix her skirt before they both went to wash their hands.
Jenna was a big help to the girl with a supposed hurt arm, and all day, she helped her with her new locker, carried her books, and took care of her until it was time to catch the bus, and Mariela went to the office to wait for her auntie.
Mrs. Hayes was in the office when Mariela went in, so the nice young woman with brown hair and blue eyes walked over to the young girl, put a hand on her shoulder, and smiled at her.
“How was your first day, honey?”
“I met Jenna. Jenna is really nice to me, and she’s helped me all day because of my hurt arm.”
“I’m sure Mr. Wilson knew what he was doing when he assigned someone to show you around for a week.”
“Jenna has to show me around for a week?”
“That’s what we do here, honey. A school is a community, and so we make sure everyone is welcome and has at least two people they get to know the first week of school, so no one feels lonely at school.”
“That is nice,” Mariela said smiling. She remembered her own school so many years ago, and eating lunch by herself because she was an adopted dirty kid that no one liked. |
Chapter 7
For the next two days, Mariela managed to please her Auntie Susan and Uncle Steve with a wet diaper each night, compliant bathing where they either showered or bathed her without any fuss, even wiping in her bottom to check for her forgetting to wipe, and at school, she was not leaving, not only her math or history class, but she also didn’t skip or try to ask the teacher in the middle of any class to use the restroom, but just went before school, at lunch, and before coming home after school.
She still had her bandage on her arm, and she was still writing with her left hand, though it made her writing bigger and very sloppy, she knew it was just so she’d be used to writing like that, that her aunt wanted her to act like a child that needed a little extra help with her penmanship as well as everything else.
The little Mariela was at school for the third day in a row when the unthinkable happened to her. She was sitting in second period, language arts class, and the teacher was talking to them about the concept of a simile, and poor Mariela got a feeling that she was kind of sweaty and sticky. She closed her legs instinctively, as though she was hiding that she wet her pants, but that wasn’t the problem at all. She didn’t feel wet. She had not wanted to use the restroom, at least not yet.
The innocent like twelve year old definitely felt something off, though, and she couldn’t help putting her hand between her legs as a funny feeling down there just wouldn’t go away. She itched a little yes, her stomach had rumbled and hurt a little that morning, but it had done that for a day and a half now, for some reason, the little girl just didn’t put two and two together. It was like she had added two and two and gotten three, which she knew didn’t make any sense.
Closing her legs around her hand, she moved her fingers down there a moment to see could be the problem, and yuck, there was definitely something wet and stick between her legs. Did she not pay attention and sit in something?
She slowly parted her legs a bit and pulled out her hand. Her hand wasn’t so wet that she could deduce spilling water, but it was kind of wet. She went to wipe her hand on the side of her pants, near the pocket of her light blue jeans, when she noticed that there was a faint red tint.
She blushed, and shaking a bit, she brought her hand up towards her nose, and she smelled, and it was a little fishy. Why? Why had she missed the signs? She was… bloody… and sitting in the middle of class, and she had no way to get out of there without everyone seeing the back of her pants which must be caked in her… her…. She laid her head down on her desk, and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to think of how she could hide, probably what must be the biggest butt stain ever in the history of schools.
The girl sniffled as she looked up towards the board, her eyes peering over her arm, trying to pretend to pay attention to the teacher, willing for the teacher to know that she was paying attention so she wouldn’t get called on. The last thing she needed, was to have to stand up in front of everyone.
The sticky eerie wetness between her legs seemed to get worse as the second period drew to a close, and when she had looked around and deemed it possible to see without anyone noticing, she opened her legs wide enough to look in her chair, trying to see how much damage there was….
Her seat was a little wet, and there was a very small puddle in her seat. How could she be so irresponsible and not recognize the signs? How could she just not get something, but then, how could she? Everywhere she went, besides at school, those nosy people that called themselves her Aunt and Uncle were right there, watching her.
She felt a little liquid seep out again she felt her panties get more wet, and she knew there would be hell to pay when all the other kids figured out she had made a mess. Even if she had peed her pants, somehow, she would be a lot less upset if they thought she peed her pants, but she was sure they were going to know this was not pee.
The bell rang, and the little seeming twelve year old stayed in her seat as Jenna came over and tried to prod her.
“Come on, Mariela….” But then realized the little Mexican girl was crying. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” sniffled Mariela.
Jenna went to the teacher.
“I’m supposed to watch her and make sure she gets to her classes this week, but she won’t come,” Jenna finally told Mrs. Cuela. “I’m not sure, but the way she’s acting, it’s like she’s peed her pants, only there is no puddle around her chair.”
The teacher stood up with a sigh, and she smiled at Jenna.
“Let’s go see what is wrong with your little friend.”
The teacher prodded and coaxed until Mariela finally stood up, revealing a little red puddle in her chair, and her butt was covered in the puddle, she imagined. She felt her hand around her bottom, and tears started to fall more freely.
“Honey, this happens to all little girls at some point,” the teacher told her. “This is probably your first time, so you didn’t realize what was happening, huh?”
Mariela sniffled and stood there, not sure if she should admit that she should have known all along what was happening.
“Hold on, baby,” the teacher said going to her seat to get a sweater for her.
“You are a late bloomer, huh?” Jenna asked her matter of factly. “I got my first time in like fifth grade, but don’t be scared. I was just like you, when it happened to me, too. I was actually scared I peed my pants without knowing it, and the teacher had to explain to me that I didn’t do that, and that this is natural, and that I just needed something to hide it because little women can’t control this, and she said, even big women like her can’t either.”
Mariela was too ashamed to admit that she was too stupid to realize that she should have known what was happening.
“Don’t worry, the office won’t tell your parents or aunt or whatever that you peed. You honestly didn’t. I promise. If you had peed, you’d have made a much bigger mess. I promise.”
Why was this little girl trying so hard to make her feel okay about this mistake? Why wasn’t she laughing at her? When Mariela forgot herself all those years ago, she was like, maybe in the eighth grade, and she let her pants get like this before she noticed, and the whole room laughed at her because everyone noticed. The teacher was even laughing at her, or so she thought.
“I’m sorry,” Mariela found herself apologizing as the teacher wrapped a sweater around her.
“Sorry for what, honey? You didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t control something like this, baby. It’s not like you can turn it on or off, or stop it like you can pee. It was an accident.”
The teacher walked with Mariela and surprisingly, so did Jenna.
“You can go on to your class, now Jenna,” the teacher even told her.
“No, I can’t. I was told to stay right with Mariela, and I should have known she was going to do this. I go into the bathroom with her because her hand and stuff. I just… I wasn’t paying attention, or I should have noticed she was wiping more than she usually does.”
Mariela frowned. Did she wipe more than she usually does the last time she peed, just before first period?
The teacher shook her head. “Honey, despite what you might think you don’t necessarily wipe more than you normally do just because you have this. Actually, since poor Mariela is experiencing this for the first time, she probably had no idea she was even that much wetter this time than usual.”
Jenna shrugged and reached out and hugged her friend from the side as they entered the nurse’s room.
“What’s wrong?” the nurse asked the three of them.
“Little Mariela has had an embarrassing situation in class. Can you call her guardian for a change of clothes?” the language arts teacher asked before she turned Mariela around taking off the sweater tied around her hips, and showing the nurse her shame.
“Oh, the poor dear! Her first time?”
“I think so,” the teacher said. “She seemed really upset, and she kept feeling herself, like maybe she was scared she peed or something.”
“Okay, leave her to me. Jenna, you can go to class.”
“But I was assigned to stay with her the whole day for a week,” the slender black girl stomped her foot. “She’s my responsibility.”
The two adult woman smiled at each other and nearly laughed.
“Jenna, you aren’t just trying to get out of your next class, are you?”
“No? If Mariela was fine, we’d be going there together,” she said. “My mom told me to never ever shirk when I was told to do something responsible. If other kids find out what happened to her, I’m afraid someone is going to say something that will make her upset, and I want to be right at her side, so I can help calm her if they do.”
The adults looked at one another and then back at Jenna.
“Why do you think someone is going to say something?”
“Can I tell one of you other there?” Jenna asked pointing to a corner away from Mariela.
The language teacher nodded and went with the girl while the nurse took Mariela by the hand and led her back to the bed areas.
“Don’t worry about what happened, honey. I’m going to call your aunt, and she’ll explain everything to you. You won’t be in trouble. This is not something you can help, baby.”
Mariela nodded, still sniffling, and wondering what Jenna was sharing secretly to her teacher.
Mariela thought she would be scolded though. Her Auntie, as it were, knew that she was really twenty-three years old, and therefore, would likely tell her that this was worse than pissing her pants in public. She would agree with her aunt, it was. It was down right… dirty, wasn’t it?
It took the nurse a long time to get her aunt, so the nurse ended up putting her in a special education person’s extra diaper. It was the only they could really do for her beside putting her in someone’s old sweats and then having her just lie there on the bed, through the whole fourth period, too.
Eventually, her aunt got there around lunch time.
“Where is my little baby niece?” Aunt Susan sounded a little panicked. “What happened to her? What kind of accident did she have?”
Mariela could hear her even as she had entered the outer office. She felt a deep shame causing her face to burn, and she knew her neck up just had to be purple.
“Calm down,” the nurse was telling Susan. “Your niece is fine. She’s not hurt. She’s just really embarrassed.”
“Oh, did she potty her pants? I’m sorry, but I already knew she sometimes does that….”
“No, Miss Wayfeld, she didn’t do that either, well, not exactly anyway. She didn’t seem to understand what a menstration cycle is, and she made a mess in her pants is all. That’s why I asked you to bring some clean clothes for her.”
“You’re sure that’s all it is?” Susan asked. No matter how much the nurse insisted that’s all it was, Aunt Susan kept asking and kept worried right up until she was led into the bed area, where her niece was resting comfortably.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m sorry, Auntie,” was all Mariela could say.
“Sorry, honey? Did you pee your pants?”
“Worse,” she whispered looking over at the plastic bag that had her messy panties and bloody jeans.
Her aunt opened the bag momentarily, and inspected the contents, and then she sighed. She closed the bag and set it down before walking over to the supposed little twelve year old, and sitting her up, she hugged her.
“You did nothing wrong,” Susan soothingly whispered to the supposed child. “There is no way a little girl can control this kind of thing if she doesn’t even know what it is.”
“But… I….”
“You were taught once in fifth grade that girls have little… accidents in their pants, right?” her aunt asked her.
Mariela blushed and nodded.
“Well, an accident like this… is not something you should be punished for nor should you feel you did anything wrong at all. Auntie should have known you were getting close, and made sure your mom had had the talk with you.”
Aunt Susan sat the little girl up, and put her in her lap as they both sat on the bed.
“Honey, from now on, you are going to feel strange rumbles in your tummy, and sometimes, it’s even going to hurt a little bit. Everyone gets it. You will smell funny sometimes, and you will feel unclean sometimes, but this natural, and it is not dirty. It is actually beautiful, and one day, you will learn just how beautiful it is, when it helps you make a beautiful baby of your own.”
Mariela felt her face heat up as her aunt was having the talk right there, where the nurse could come in at any time and hear them. She didn’t say anything though. She felt ashamed that she had not noticed, and had not prevented this whole scene. If only she had told her auntie that they forgot to get her pads, maybe she would have remembered to wear one on this day.
“I’m going to take my little niece home because she’s had a very upsetting day,” Susan told the nurse. “Besides, she’s missed lunch, right?”
The nurse nodded with a frown. “I’m afraid so. She was too embarrassed, so I didn’t even try to ask her to come and get one from the cafeteria.”
“Couldn’t you have just got her tray for her?”
“No ma’am. There are health codes these days. Only the lunch people in the cafeteria are allowed to touch the student trays. This is what the culture of parents suing the schools for every little thing has done.”
Aunt Susan sighed. “How did she get out of her wet jeans?”
The nurse looked down. “Are you going to sue me?”
“Of course not. I just know my niece couldn’t get her pants off and get a diaper on herself with only one hand. She’s only twelve years old.”
The nurse nodded. “Of course, ma’am. If you need my full name to make a complaint….”
“No. I’m glad you helped my little niece out of her messy pants. I hope you will continue to do that in the future, if she needs help. As I told you before, when I was upset and scared she had made a much bigger embarrassing mess of herself, she does wet her pants sometimes, and I’d feel a lot better if you helped her, than to make her try to change by herself.”
The nurse nodded.
“She doesn’t wear diapers during the day anymore, but she has been known to wet her pants, haven’t you sweetheart?”
Susan rubbed Mariela’s back. “Don’t worry. The nurse has to keep secrets like these. It is bad if she tells anyone who we don’t give permission to know. You can just nod your head if you are too ashamed to say yes, honey.”
Mariela nodded her head.
“Good girl,” Susan praised her.
And then, just like that, Mariela was changed again, out of the sweats, and into a skirt, though her aunt kept the diaper on her for now.
“It’ll just be a hassle to take that off right now, and you’re going to bloody it more, so might as well, just let it happen, and we can get it off when we get home, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
When they were in the car, and Susan had put her in the backseat, Mariela said “I’m sorry,” again.
“Honey, I told you. You don’t need to be sorry,” Susan told her.
“It thought you just said that for the nurse so she still thinks I’m a child?”
“You are a child, honey. You didn’t even know when you were going to have a little… woman situation. As far as I’m concerned, this is your first time, and you’ll be treated like it was. Even if you do this again, I’m going to just play it off as you still learning what these things mean, baby.”
Mariela frowned.
“Look, you don’t know how to take care of yourself, baby. First you wet your pants all the time before I met you, you can’t hold down a job, and you don’t even stand up for your rights to use the restroom at McDonalds after you paid for food there. Then, this happens. Of course you are a little girl in my mind, and that is not going to change until you learn to be more responsible, sweetheart.”
Mariela looked down at her lap.
“Are you going to tell Uncle that I did this?” she asked her aunt.
“What? Embarrass my little niece by telling Uncle that you had a little woman thing happen to you?” she asked. “No, baby. Tonight, Auntie will be getting you a bath and getting you ready for bed. Auntie will continue to do it until your little woman thing goes away, and then we’ll let Uncle Steve do it again.”
Mariela nodded.
“I’ll just tell Uncle Steve you weren’t feeling good at school today. That’s not a lie. You were embarrassed because of your little woman thing, your tummy rumbled, likely, because of it, and for most girls, who are experiencing it for the first time, it’s no different than thinking your tummy is just aching….”
Mariela nodded as her aunt trailed off.
“Now, we’ll get you some lunch, and then go home and get you comfortable, and into a bath.”
Mariela smiled at that.
“Um… Can I wet my pants, Auntie?”
“Why would you ask something like that?”
“Cause, you said you want to stop for lunch first, and I have this hard diaper on, and I haven’t peed since before school, and I gotta go. I don’t think I can hold it, and I feel scared to try in the bathroom at the restaurant cause then someone might see me in a diaper.”
Susan smiled. “Of course you can pee your pants, then, honey.”
“You not mad?”
“No, baby. No spanking. You asked and I gave you permission. But just this once, and just because you are in a difficult situation with a hurt arm and a diaper, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
“I want your diaper wet though, when we get home, since you asked me permission.”
Mariela nodded. “I pwomise, Auntie.”
She started to spray almost as soon as she said it, because truth be told, she had already been holding it for almost an hour and a half, and she was getting close to at least leaking on herself anyway, even if Auntie had said no.
Before they were even at the restaurant, her diaper had a lake in it, and it sagged as she walked with her aunt holding her hand into McDonalds, the same place that denied her the right to use the restroom the other day.
They ordered their food, and they started eating at a table, when Mariela noticed the same lady that threatened to take her money if she tried to go to the restroom.
Mariela tugged at Susan’s arm, and shyly pointed out the waitress cleaning a table, her face blushing.
“Did you wet your pants?” Susan asked her.
Mariela nodded.
“Walk towards the bathroom, and then stop right outside it.”
“Why?”
“Because you just noticed her as you got to the bathroom, and you are a little twelve year old, so when you saw her, you got scared and peed right there in your diaper….”
Mariela frowned at the plan, but she knew she was supposed to do what Auntie said, so she went to the bathroom, and then stopped, and shaking, she started to slowly squat, and she wiggled her legs and held her hands between her legs as she imagined how she’d really act if she was really that scared and started to wet her pants.
The waitress came right over to the little girl asking: “Are you okay?”
“Go away,” Mariela whispered up at her.
“Honey, what is it?” the lady bent down to see if she could help, and that’s when Susan came over.
“What’s going on, Mar…” and then she pretended to recognize the waitress. “Did you tell my niece she wasn’t allowed to go in the bathroom again?”
“No?”
“Well, why is she squatting down like that, and acting like she’s about to pee?”
“I… I don’t know. Please, ma’am. I didn’t say anything until I saw her bend down.”
“I’m sorry, Auntie,” Mariela sniffled and tried to pretend to cry.
“You wet your pants, honey?”
Mariela nodded.
“Oh, honey. Did this woman tell you not to go?”
“Not like that,” Mariela’s voice squealed up as though she was about to really start crying.
“She scare you?”
Mariela nodded and looked down real tears coming out of her eyes.
“You traumatized her,” Susan said. “You are lucky I told your manager not to fire you.”
“I know. I’m really sorry. Please, can I do anything to make it right?”
“No. Just leave her alone and don’t ever tell another child they can’t go potty no matter how dirty they look or homeless they are.”
The woman nodded sadly.
“I’ve kept the poor little girl in diapers when we go out now, because she is easily scared if someone looks like they will tell her she can’t go. That’s what YOU did to her.”
The woman nodded. “I’m sorry.”
Nodding with satisfaction, Susan reached down and took Mariela’s hand.
“Come on, child. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Let’s go finish lunch, and I’ll change your diaper at home, okay?”
Mariela nodded, her face really red and they sat down.
“Did I make you mad, so you punished me like that?” Mariela whispered to the fake aunt.
“No, honey. That woman made me mad. I wanted to punish her. Look at her. Go ahead, look.”
Mariela looked over and she saw the young woman shaking as she retreated back over to the ordering counter, and she talked with the manager and pointed them out. She looked really upset while she spoke, and the manager grabbed her hand and brought her over to the table.
“Are you okay, little lady?” the manager asked Mariela.
She looked up at him trying to look as innocent as possible. “I sorry. I wet my pants over there,” she pointed at the bathroom area, but of course, it was all in her saggy diaper.
“Honey, it’s okay,” the manager said. “I’m just here to let this young woman explain to you that you are allowed to use the bathroom. If she scares you that much, then you come up to the front and tell us that she’s by the bathrooms from now on, and I’ll have her move somewhere else so you can go, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
“I really am sorry I scared you, miss.”
Susan smiled. “Thank you for making her apologize.”
“Actually, she came to me, and asked me if it would be a good idea to say something. She said you were scared of her, so she was uncomfortable coming up to you by herself.”
“Then she learned her lesson,” Susan said. “That’s even better. I’m glad she did, but it’s too late. My niece will never trust your bathrooms again, so while she will try to go to the potty if I tell her to, if she sees this woman, you can’t expect her not to wet herself. I have to put her in diapers now when we are in public.”
Both of them frowned. “I’m so sorry,” the lady said again.
“Do you need more compensation from her?” the manager asked.
“No. There is no amount of compensation that will make my niece get back to normal. It’s just going to take some time and understanding on her family’s part. The real important thing, is that your employees never treat homeless people like that again, because yes, for a while, my niece was homeless. That’s why she was so dirty when she came here that first time.”
The manager nodded.
“We changed our police, if you look at our doors. It says the bathrooms are right inside the back door, don’t worry if you are not hungry, just use the bathroom. We are your friendly McDonalds.”
“Well, I’m glad we made one good difference then, aren’t we, Mariela?”
Mariela nodded, looking down. She scooted closer to her aunt though to make it seem that she was getting uncomfortable with them right there.
“Okay, well, we need to get back to work,” the manager told them and took the young woman with him.
“Do… do you really think it was necessary to punish that woman again?” Mariela asked.
“Yes, honey. Thankfully, she has learned her lesson, but I was afraid she had blown it off, and if she had, then seeing you scared like this would have definitely made an impact on her to change.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby. You should never have to feel ashamed to try to use the bathroom in public, even if you can’t afford to buy something somewhere. That’s what is wrong with society these days. They think they can take away poor people’s rights!”
Mariela knew only too well how right her fake aunt was about that. |
Chapter 8:
That night, after Mariela was ready for bed, after a long hard day of ‘not feeling well,’ Uncle Steve didn’t act as though he knew exactly what happened at all, but he had been extra lenient on her during story time and what happened in it, so that Mariela felt like the princess was able to get a lot further in the story than she had the last few nights before she fell asleep.
The little girl was given the same baby bottles of cola every night since they started to treat her like a little girl, and the more she was there, especially during the story time, the more she felt herself at a home. Her aunt was hellish strict to calling her Aunt and Auntie, and to being obedient, and her uncle was no less forgiving about that, but there was something in her auntie’s and her new uncle’s smiles that made her feel… accepted.
The little girl actually cuddled into Uncle’s arms during the last ten minutes while he was winding down the session for the night, and before he was done telling her that the princess was back in her little bed, and ready to safely go to sleep, she was already snoring lightly.
The next morning was a Saturday, and while her aunt and uncle had no intention of getting out of bed early, they had set an alarm by the little girl’s bed, and they had also written her a little note next to the clock.
Dear little Mariela,
Children love Saturday Morning Cartoons. As our niece, you have a right to get up on Saturday morning while your aunt and uncle are still sleeping, pour yourself some cereal, and watch TV, but no potty until we get up. If you can’t help it, just wet your diaper until we get up. That’s a good girl. Auntie and Uncle.
Mariela nodded. She had no intention of disobeying her auntie at the moment.
The last three nights, Mariela had awoken the next morning, her diaper soaked and heavy, and this morning was no different. She put the letter down and stood up from her bed, feeling the weight of the wet diaper under her pajamas. With a sigh, she went quietly out of her room, and towards the kitchen to get herself some cereal and some juice like the note had basically told her to do.
Each previous morning, not only had she wet the bed in the night, but she found herself emptying her bladder into her diaper before the end of breakfast, so it was starting to get easier to just wet herself as long as she wasn’t nervous that someone else was going to notice or that her auntie would be mad and spank her for wetting her pants.
Her auntie still had not spanked her yet for that, but the threat was brought up often enough that she didn’t dare wet herself at school or during the day once she had panties on. That’s why the day before, when she accidentally did that really dirty thing and forgot to wear a pad in her panties, she was really scared she was in trouble.
The little girl sat in the living room on the floor, and started watching cartoons, eating her cereal, and eventually, watering her diaper again as she sat laughing at the Mickey Mouse cartoons.
At around ten thirty, the little girl went to her aunt and uncle’s bedroom, and lightly knocked on their bedroom door.
“Auntie? Are you wake?” she called in timidly before she felt herself spray a little bit in her diaper from trying to hold it too long again.
“Honey, just a few more minutes,” a reply came from the room. So, with her head down, the little 23 year old woman walked back towards the stairs to go back down to the living room, more and more pee leaking and spraying into her diaper until the water started to leak down her legs and started to get her light gray pajama pants wet. She squatted, and tears came to her eyes, as she couldn’t control it, and she kept peeing even though her sweats were now getting soggy wet.
“Do you hear crying?” Mariela thought she heard a muffled far off voice.
“Go check on her,” the other voice said, and the bedroom door came open, and Uncle Steve walked quickly to the source of the crying, the twenty-three year old, now sitting four steps down from the top, holding her crotch, and peeing all the way through her sweats, and making a puddle on the stairs.
“Oh, baby!” Uncle Steve walked over and picked up the soaking wet dirty little girl. Worse than just pee, it was tinted pink because the little girl was still on her period.
He picked her out of her puddle, the last of her waters finally having sipped into her diaper and gotten her sweats just soaked and sticky, and he carried her towards the bathroom.
“What… what are you doing?” the little girl asked though it was hard to really hear her properly because she was crying so much from actually peeing badly enough to get her pajamas so wet.
“Uncle Steve is just going to take his little niece and give her a bath.”
“But, I…,” she couldn’t get the words out. She felt so ashamed, so disgusting, so dirty and so… fragile. Uncle Steve didn’t seem to hear her protests at all as he pulled down her sopping wet pajama bottoms, and he turned her this way and that and noticed how dirty her diaper was.
“No wonder you’re so emotional,” he said after a moment, and the hugged her against him squishing her diaper as he held her tight, so some of the red water came pushing out of the leg holes and trickled down her legs a bit.
Steve put her down in front of the toilet, and he undid the tapes of the diaper so it fell to the floor with a little wet splat on the floor. Then he picked her up and put her on the toilet.
Mariela looked at him and wanted to tell him it was too late for that, but she was feeling too emotional and too upset to say anything, so she just frowned down at her disgusting wet diaper.
Steve bent down, and picked up her dirty diaper and balled it up, throwing it into the trash near the toilet.
“It’s okay, baby. Little Mariela can’t help it that it takes Auntie and Uncle a bit of time to get motivated on the weekend, especially on Saturday morning causing her to wet so bad she leaks in her clothes,” he whispered to her. “Just let Uncle Steve run you a bath while you sit there, just in case there is any left to go in the toilet, baby.”
Mariela got a little confused by the way he was talking. Did he even realize her little period accident, and that her sweats was pink tinted, her diaper was pink tinted, and the puddle on the floor had some blood in it? The way he talked about it, it was like he completely missed that altogether, and just focused on the idea that she wet herself.
As the bathwater ran to fill up the tub, Uncle Steve talked to his little baby niece.
“Of course a little twelve year old is going to cry if her diaper gets so wet she’s making a puddle all over herself,” he said soothingly. “It’s bad enough to wet your diaper, isn’t it, baby?”
Mariela nodded at what he said, the tears still being too strong to let her find her voice. Yes, it was kind of bad to leak that much pee out of her diaper, to have wet herself that much overnight and into the next day, but the real reason she was so emotional about it… was Steve ignoring it on purpose?
When he had the tub full enough, he tore off some paper from the toilet paper roll, and he handed it to her.
“Wipe off, baby. You don’t want any little girl stuff to get in the bath on you.”
No, he knew she was bleeding. He had to. Why wouldn’t he just say pee, if he didn’t? But even still, he didn’t seem to try linger on it. Maybe he was trying to avoid the awkwardness. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it, or maybe, he thought he was doing it for her?
Steve picked her up after she had wiped herself a few times, and he carried her to the tub and gently stood her up in the water, and then he took off her pajama top and her undershirt so she was naked.
“Go ahead and sit,” Steve told her.
Mariela obediently sat.
“I know you’re a little bit sensitive right now,” Steve told her. “I don’t blame you, so do you think you can stand me washing you, or do you want your Auntie Susan to do it?”
Mariela looked down not sure what to say. If he had asked her before putting her on the toilet and removing her diaper, she would have definitely said she wanted her aunt, but now, he already saw her dirty stuff, and he was already standing in front of her, having completely gotten her naked, and even watched her wipe herself until the toilet paper wasn’t being wet and dirtied anymore.
“You can,” she finally whispered.
Steve smiled and bent down and sitting on the tub, he picked up a couple of bath toys they had gotten her over a day or so ago, and started to play with her.
Mariela looked at the toy and then up at her smiling fake uncle. She sighed and picked up another toy, and touched the first one with it. If you had asked her at that moment, she would have told you that she definitely was not going to play, but after over an hour in the bath, she was giggling and laughing while Uncle was playing with her in the bath.
The water was starting to cool, and Uncle Steve seemed to guess it was time to get her out before she said anything, because she was lifted out, literally, moments before she started to complain. He sat her right on the toilet as if to give her another chance, but of course, she had already emptied her bladder into her diaper not but an hour earlier.
After a couple of minutes on the toilet, Uncle Steve picked the twenty-three year old little woman up again, this time, in a fluffy towel, and started to carry her out of the bathroom and to her room.
Mariela had seen the stair where she had sat down and finished peeing earlier. It was wet, but the puddle looked like it was gone. She blushed because that meant her aunt must have cleaned it up.
He took her into her room, and he stood her on her feet, using the towel to finish drying her, he let her hold the towel around her little barely noticeable little girl bumps on her chest while he went to find her some changes of clothes.
Like her aunt the night before, he grabbed one of her thick diaper inserts, a lavender smelling pad, and he placed it inside her panties before handing her the panties.
“Put them on,” he ordered her. “If the pad isn’t right, don’t move it. Just tell me and I’ll give you another one to put over it so the stuff doesn’t go all over you this time, okay?”
“You know what happened at school yesterday?” she asked Uncle Steve.
“Well, now I do,” he said hugging her. “I dressed you for school yesterday, baby, and I know I didn’t put a pad in your panties because I had no idea that you were feeling, off. But your aunt told me she picked you up early because you didn’t feel good, and then I come out this morning to take care of you, and I find you upset and I find your pajamas all dirty? Of course I know what upset you, baby. And it’s okay.”
He hugged her after she pulled up her panties.
“Don’t ever be scared to tell Uncle Steve you need a pad to be put under your panties, honey. You don’t have to tell me that you are dirty or you are having any girl thing or anything. Just ask for a diaper pad, and I’ll put it in your panties for you. I won’t ask you if you plan to wet your pants, or any other reason you might want it there. I’ll just put it there, because it’s up to you if you want it, and you already know Auntie’s rule about wetting in the daytime on purpose. She’ll know if you used the pad just to pee your pants, honey, so I won’t care one way or the other unless Auntie tells me to spank you because you peed your pants, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
Steve gave her an undershirt to slip on, and then he pulled a black shirt with a kitten playing with yarn on the front and a purple skirt up on her legs.
“There, all nice and clean, and dry, and dressed. Feel better, baby?”
Mariela nodded.
They walked down the steps, Uncle holding her hand, and she looked down at the floor when she saw her aunt, wondering if her aunt was going to scold her for peeing her pants on the steps in the middle of the day.
“You have a little accident?” Aunt Susan asked.
Mariela nodded.
“That’s why you tried to wake us, isn’t it? You were afraid you were already too wet, and you might leak all over if you peed in your diaper again, huh?”
Mariela nodded and she shivered at the thought that Aunty might be scolding her though her aunt was calm and just talking matter of factly.
“Baby, this wasn’t your fault. You know you are not allowed to touch your diaper until Uncle or Aunty changes you, and you obviously tried to get us up because you were afraid you were going to make a mess. You were a good girl.”
Susan came over and helped the little girl stand up and then she hugged her.
“No more wet panties though, today. Uncle Steve put you in panties, didn’t he?”
She nodded.
“Did he put you in a pad, too, honey?”
She blushed and nodded. “He put the pad in first and then he helped pull the panties on.”
“Just like I’d expect him to do. No little girl wants her uncle trying to put the pad directly against her while pulling up her panties.”
Mariela nodded at that. She did prefer the way her uncle had done it.
“Your Uncle has a trial game tonight, so after lunch, he’s going to need you to go the storytelling room, and you are going to have to listen while he explains what he wants you to do while he’s doing the game, okay?”
Mariela nodded. “Okay.”
“Go play for a while until lunch is ready, sweetie.”
Mariela went to the living room, collected her dolls and Mr. STuffins, and she took them up to her room and put them around. She made her bed, and then she took out some coloring books and laying on her bedroom floor, she started to color.
Mariela sighed to herself as she colored. Even if she were twelve years old, she would never have told a real uncle that she was needing, well, something for her little woman needs. It was just… well, wrong. But here she was, wearing a pad in her panties that her uncle had put there, and she was still being expected to act like a little girl… a little girl, that was somewhat unnatural. If she didn’t know better, they were trying to train her to be a girl with special needs.
The little girl colored for maybe an hour and a half, and Uncle Steve came in to get her for lunch.
“What are you doing there, honey?” he walked over and knelt down so he could see what she was working on.
“Just coloring, Uncle Steve.”
“I see, well, I’ve set some stuff up downstairs, so after lunch, I’ll explain it all to you.”
“Oh, okay, Uncle.”
“You want to come and let uncle pick you up, sweetie?”
Mariela looked up at him not really wanting to be carried at the moment, so she frowned while she tried to figure out if he was being strict, or if he was asking her, or what….
“You don’t have to let me carry you all the time,” he said to her patting her shoulder. “You can just say you want to walk. You are twelve years old, after all.”
Mariela nodded. “I kind of wanna walk.”
“Sure, sweetie. Go wash your hands and then go sit at the table.”
Mariela nodded and started to get up to her knees while he stood up and walked out the door of her room.
He said she was twelve, but she got the distinct feeling he was not really treating her like a twelve year old when he kept picking her up or even asking her if she wanted to be carried. What twelve year old is always in her uncle’s arms, being carried? Still, she wasn’t really sure what she could do about the illogic there. If she said it too strongly, her Auntie might spank her or have Uncle Steve spank her. If she refused him when he picked her up without even asking, she was sure to be scolded at the very least. And he would likely still carry her if he had the intention of doing so, so she just shrugged it off as she gained her feet leaving her coloring books on the floor. After all, if she was really supposed to be a kid, why wouldn’t she just leave them if she planned to come back to them later?
Wait? Did she really reason the idea of …? No. She wasn’t really a kid! She didn’t like this at all. She didn’t.
The girl had already walked out of her room though when she realized what she had thought, and she sighed as she walked down to the bathroom to wash her hands like a good little young teenager.
After washing her hands, she walked down the stairs and saw at her place at the table, there was already a plate made for her with tuna salad sandwiches, grape juice, potato chips and a few cookies.
Aunt Susan smiled at her.
“Is lunch alright?” she asked her.
Mariela nodded. It was fine. It was a treat, really, seeing as she usually ate much less before she started to live with these strange people who insisted on her being their young niece.
Mariela took a bite of her food, and she looked over at where her uncle and aunt sat, also eating lunch with her. Her uncle had an open can of soda and her aunt had a glass of iced tea.
“Is Uncle going to change me all the time now, even when I have… um… little woman problems?” Mariela asked them her face getting red. “Because he took me to bathe me even though Auntie knew I was having that thing happening since yesterday.”
Aunt Susan smiled at her and nodded. “Why should it be a problem, honey? It’s not really any worse than catching you wetting the bed at night, is it? I mean, with the wetting the bed, well, that should actually be more embarrassing since you are a big girl, but you know, you do wet the bed all the time, baby.”
Mariela frowned. She didn’t know what was causing her to wet all the time recently, but she was certain it was not just because she was drinking cola late at night recently. It had to be something else. She had not started to wet the bed before she came to stay with these strange Aunie and Uncle.
“I guess,” she whispered understanding her Auntie’s logic even if she didn’t agree with in. In the back of her own mind, she felt like announcing to everyone that she was… well…, what was it when you were like this, really? Whatever it was, it felt dirtier than people seeing you pee her pants, not that she really wanted that either.
The little girl looked around a little bit to try to give her some time to think before she said anything else, but before she knew it, she had really became too distracted for too long, and lunch was over. Her Aunt and Uncle were already clearing away the plates, and she had already finished her lunch.
“You know where the story place is,” Uncle Steve told her. “Go down there and wait for me, and we’ll talk about your behavior for tonight, okay?”
Mariela nodded and got up from the table, went to wash her hands, and she peed in the toilet like a good little girl, checked her padding, and then pulled up her clothes and went down to meet her uncle.
Before long, her uncle was in front of her, and ready to start explaining things to her.
“Come and sit in my lap, sweetheart.”
She felt like the tone in his voice was not an invitation, but more of a parental demand, so she walked over and sat down in his lap like he wanted.
“The story we do tonight is going to be a lot different from your night-night stories,” he said to her. “First of all, the room is going to have adults in it, and we might even have a couple of people trying to do ‘adult’ humor fun. I will remind them that there is a little ten year old running around here, so they need to keep their fun appropriate to what they’d do if their own little nephews and nieces were running around if they were ten years old.”
Mariela nodded.
“Even if they do temper it down, they might say things that could offend a growing girl like you, so remember, this is all fantasy. They are not really doing in the story, what they would do. You see, you are a little girl, so you can’t help but to do the stories as yourself, but these guys have an imagination where they step outside of themselves, and see the story from the angle of a different character acting.”
“Okay,” Mariela said.
“Alright… well, next thing….”
He reached under his little command space and pulled out a chart.
“Go put on the side of your little station,” he told her. “You can see the tapes on the sides, I’ve already prepared?”
Mariela nodded and went and put the chart up, and then she looked at it a little closer. There were squares upon squares large enough to write in or to put stickers in. In some of the squares, she saw Disneyland and other interesting places written in them.
“I’m not sure I get this chart,” she turned to her uncle still crotched down from fixing the chart to the table just below where her chair would be.
“Well, we know that just giving you an allowance based on chores is not really going to work,” Uncle Steve told her. “Fundamentally, you are a bit different from most children you are to be like for us, so we have to make your allowance something that would really make you as excited as a young girl getting money for doing stuff she is asked to do….”
Mariela stood up and went back to her uncle’s lap, who helped her up and then as she sat there, him rubbing her back, he explained it a bit more.
He pulled out some stickers, they were in the shape of silver coins of some sort.
“Every time you help me with my story session, we are going to pay you an allowance of one silver piece on this chart,” he told her. “We are also going to have a few other things that when you do what your aunt tells you, we will put a silver piece on the chart. When you get a silver piece to cover a space with special words on it, you will be given special tickets that you can keep in your little wallet that we will get you soon, and those tickets will mean as soon as it is convenient for all three of us, we will make sure you get to do the fun things you have earned.”
“So, you’re actually going to take me to Disneyland and stuff?” she asked.
“Do you not want that?” Uncle Steve asked patting her leg tenderly.
“Um… I… yeah, I think it would be nice to go there. But you know, to fill this chart like that, you have to be planning on me staying longer than it takes me to get papers from the place….”
Uncle Steve nodded. “And…?”
“I thought it was my choice if I stay with you after that or not….”
“Originally, your choice was supposed to end tonight, honey.”
“But…, Auntie said that since it takes two weeks to get the papers, she’d let me decide after they come?”
Uncle Steve frowned. “Well, I sort of hoped you already decided to stay. But if your aunt promised you that you had until the papers come, then that’s what we’ll give you, baby.”
She looked down.
“I’m still not used to wetting the bed and then wetting my pants in the mornings like you guys seem to want from me.”
“I know, sweetie. But you know, it hasn’t really been all bad, has it? I know yesterday was a little embarrassing, but that could have happened even if we weren’t treating you like a little kid. How can you get those kinds of things yourself if you can’t go in the stores?”
Mariela nodded. He was right, she was out of those things, actually, she was sort of wondering if the store would have let her get some when she had not showered in such a long time, and she also had to somehow get the money. Yeah, she probably would have had her already dingy shorts on from before, covered with her little woman issues the day before, because she certainly had no money.
“Yeah, okay. I know that,” she blushed. “But if I’m only getting these little coin things to fill up a chart, and well, sometimes a kid that is twelve years old, wants or even needs some spending money….”
“You’re right,” Steve said as he patted her thigh again. “You do need some spending money from time to time, and we are going to give you some spending money, but that money is more based on your necessities than on what you do as chores. The chore chart you have at your seat at the story table is the special allowance you earn so you can do extra fun things when you get a certain amount filled in, if you stay with us long enough to fill it up.”
Mariela nodded.
“Now, how do you earn a silver coin for your chart, while we are doing adult story time?” and he started to explain what he wanted from her.
The little girl listened carefully to what her fake uncle said, and she repeated often what he wanted from her, from fetching the guys snacks and drinks when she noticed they were out of snacks, to retrieving dropped dice or stuff from the table, and to even act out certain little characters in the story that Uncle Steve had prepared for her.
“It will sound so much cuter if you do this particular voice, and I’m pretty sure even if there are any characters we sometimes call murder hobos at the table, they will be a lot less likely to kill a character that a cute little child like you is doing. But you might need to practice being sweet and giving each of these a little character.”
Mariela nodded as she was given like twelve different papers with drawings and stats on them.
“I’d like you to study these over tonight, and look at their dialog or key phrases I want them to say during the story, and think how you can pull them off so people would not kill them right away.”
Mariela nodded and looked at the papers.
Some of them were like regular NPC townspeople, like for a maiden at a bar or a little shop in town. One was a little thing called a Nymph, which she wasn’t exactly sure what a nymph was. And then there were little animals in the stack, and lastly, there was a monster being that was really small. It was a monster though, and she wondered how she was supposed to make a monster cute….
“Uncle Steve? Aren’t goblins supposed to be mean and dirty and stuff?”
“Usually, yes they are, baby.”
“Well, how am I ‘apposed to make a monster like that look cute?”
“Not look, baby, but act. The little critter in the story is all on its own, and will do anything to gain a tribe for a short time, so it will do what its tribe wants it to do, to not be left behind….”
“I still think it has sharp teeth and a nasty temper! I think it should attack the party!”
“Can you attack while being cute?” Uncle Steve asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re a girl! Do girls always fight with just their hands and feet, or is there another way the goblin can be nasty without physically hurting people?”
“I… but it has sharp teeth made for biting off fingers,” Mariela frowned. “Why it not just try to bite the other story people?”
“That’s your job. You need to find a motivation for the little beast to want to hold off biting the fingers and toes of those that found it.”
Mariela sighed.
“You have until six tonight to figure it out, baby.”
“But it’s already two in the after noon!”
“Well, you better start thinking, then, right?”
Mariela sighed and nodded.
She took the papers up to her room and looked through them again. She had no problem with any of them, except the goblin thing.
Mariela frowned as she set the paper on the floor next to her coloring book she had left forgotten earlier, and she started to color again as she thought about the goblin.
Mariela colored for several hours until she was called for dinner, though most of her coloring time was basically spent thinking about the mysteriously innocent little goblin thing.
Her uncle appeared at the door just in time for dinner, and he smiled as she lay on her tummy coloring in a square.
“We need to eat and then talk a minute,” Uncle Steve told her. “I have some specific points I want you to remember when you introduce each of the characters, especially the goblin brat.”
“Oh, okay,” Mariela let him pick her up and carry her to the bathroom where he put her down by the toilet.
Obediently, she just slid down her shorts and her panties and sat on the toilet. He didn’t have to say anything for her to realize what he was wanting her to do. But nothing came out.
When it seemed a little time passed, perhaps enough that she should have already finished, he picked her up again and fixed her clothes and then helped her at the sink to wash her hands. |
Chapter 9:
That first session was really not so important for her to be there as a character, it turned out, because the mechanics for actually having characters realized on paper was a lot more work than she had realized. Of course, she knew that there had to have been some work to it, but during her story session, Uncle Steve just had her character ready for her, and just the night before, she had leveled up for the first time, and even then, he seemed to have done most of the work and just gave her some choices.
Now, she saw firsthand, the players at the table first arguing that a strong party needed certain things if they wanted a group to live to tell their tales. They talked about how their characters might already have met, and they worked on how their characters might have gone off on their own for a short time to learn something before coming back together.
Mariela was fascinated to see how these people all worked out what they would do with their characters, all the while, staying within a certain premise that her fake uncle told them was the starting point of this campaign.
Mariela had spent the better part of five hours basically playing server to the players, bringing them refills of soda, coffee, or whatever, and when Uncle Steve said so, she brought them plates of oreo crust base lemon pie, that she also got a bit of, and it was actually really good.
They had not even started the story yet as creating the characters and getting to know who their new story partners were going to be was the first agenda for her uncle, and he said that despite not starting that night, he felt like session zero, as he called it, had been a success.
Mariela was so tired at the end of it, that she was asleep before they had even cleared out of the gaming room, and she would not know she had fallen asleep until the next morning, when she’d wake up in her bed, changed for bed by her aunt or uncle, and in a wet diaper.
As Mariela stirred, there was no alarm, nor anyone waking her up this morning. For once, it looked as though her fake aunt and uncle decided she deserved some rest. She sighed to herself as she sat up and kicking her legs over the side of the bed, she looked down at her sweatpants, pink ones, and knew that under them was a soaked diaper that she had peed in through the night.
Mariela took a few deep breaths, and then stood up and walked to her bedroom door, but then she remembered how hard it was to get Auntie out of bed the day before, and even before uncle had come to see what she needed, she had already not only peed, but it leaked all over the step she had finally lost control on.
She breathed in, and then just pushed and wet her diaper standing at her closed door. Why bother? They will just make her wet herself, right?
After she finished flooding the diaper, the inside pad definitely soaked now, she opened the bedroom door, and walked out to see if over the banister in the living room, she might see the adults.
Her aunt was down there, watching TV.
Mariela walked over to the steps, and called out.
“Auntie, can you come up here?” she asked from the top of the stairs.
Susan stood up, and then looked up and saw her little niece and she smiled.
“What is it, honey?”
“Can you let me take off my diaper now? I already peed in it this morning.”
“Not while you were awake?” he Aunt asked her as she approached her.
Mariela nodded. “Well, for the last few mornings, I kept having to wait until I just wet, so I just got it over with this time, and peed before I came to find you.”
“On purpose?”
Mariela looked down her face started to feel red shame creeping up her neck. Her aunt was acting a little funny.
“Di…did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted me… to… um… wet my diapers?”
Susan put her hands on her hips. “Just because my baby niece wets the bed and wets her pants sometimes in the mornings, it doesn’t excuse doing it on purpose when you are awake, little girl.”
Mariela’s face got more and more heated as her eyes started to sting with shame. Why did she just stand there outside her door, and peed her pants like that? She should have at least…. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to have done, actually, and tears started to roll down her face.
“I’m sorry, Auntie.”
Susan sighed.
“Look, Mariela. I know we don’t take your diaper off of you right away sometimes, and that that sometimes causes you to have an accident because you are not allowed to touch your diaper until your uncle or I change you, but that is no excuse to just wet in the daytime on purpose. I don’t mind so much if it’s an accident, especially in your diaper, but you are too old, even at eight years old, to do it on purpose.”
Mariela started to sob.
“Why are you crying? You did this, baby. You decided to just pee your diaper without even trying to hold it or tell Auntie you needed to pee. Even if I just ignored you and just gave you breakfast because you were already wet, and you had an accident, even that, at least, would not have been your fault. But just to sit there on your bed, or whatever, and to just decide to wet your pants…?”
“I’m sorry,” she choked through her sobs.
The sobs brought Uncle out of the bedroom, and he walked over where Mariela had her face in her hands, still crying and Auntie Susan with a hand on her shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked.
“Our little niece decided she’d just pee her pants on purpose this morning,” Susan told him.
“She’s… she’s still in a diaper, honey.”
“Yes, but when I came up to get her, she just stood there, and told me smugly, that she just stood there and peed her pants—on purpose.”
Steve turned the crying little 23 year old woman to face him, and patted her puffy bottom, he whispered in her ear.
“You peed on purpose, little one?”
Mariela looked down and nodded, still crying.
“Look, Mariela,” Steve said to her as he continued to pat her war wet puffy butt. “Our little niece has little accidents in her sleep, and even in the morning before gets changed out of her diapers, but doing it on purpose is a no-no.”
She could only stand there, shaking, and cry.
Steve looked over Mariela’s head over at Susan. “What are we going to do with her?”
“Well, one thing is for sure, she is way too immature to decide to leave us next week when she gets her papers. No self-respecting uncle or aunt would let their niece leave when she doesn’t even know better than to just sit there and wet herself. She’s made up her mind. She’s staying with us for six years.”
Mariela just stood there, shaking, afraid that that was the least of her worries, that they decided for her that she was not going to be allowed to just leave.
“Alright,” Steve nodded with a small smile. “But we also have to teach her not to wet her pants like that.”
Susan sighed. “Yes, we do, but not right now. Steve, will you please go to the store and get her some pull ups? I don’t want her wearing panties for a while.”
“I guess,” Steve said. “I think we better get her another package of diapers, too. She’s going to go through the ones we bought her before the next week is out.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Just get the whole nine yards. Also, can I go down into your story area and get her bottle? I want her to drink from it today.”
“Oh, um… I thought the bottle was just for putting her to sleep and when she’s entertaining my Dungeons and Dragons group.”
“It was… but honey, she needs to learn not to wet her pants like this on purpose. If she’s going to think being a toddler is fun, then we are going to make sure she sees exactly what a toddler goes through, and maybe that will make her not want to do this again.”
“I guess you’re right. I’ll get her some sippy cups, then, too.”
“Good idea.”
“Well, little miss pissy pants,” Susan said turning Mariela to face her. “You and I are going to the bathroom to get you a bath, and then I’m putting you into another diaper, which will not be removed until it’s wet. At that time, your uncle will have been back, and we’ll start having you wear a pull up. No panties all day, and no touching your diaper or even your pull up on your own unless you want a spanking.”
Mariela nodded, still sniffling.
Mariela was taken into the bathroom while Uncle Steve went off to the bedroom again to get regular clothes on. Aunt Susan had her tightly by the wrist so she couldn’t get away, reminiscent of how she was taken to the bathroom at the McDonalds when they first met.
Mariela put her hands on her waistband at the hips of her nighttime sweats, but Susan smacked her hands away.
“What did I say about you touching your own pants right now?”
Mariela’s lower lip quivered. She had said diaper and pull up, she didn’t know auntie meant even her pants.
Susan made her stand there, in her wet diaper with her sweats still pulled up until the bathtub was full, and then she took the little girl’s hands and pulled her gently to the toilet, where Auntie sat down, pulling the lid down, and that’s where she started to undress her baby niece, first pulling off her top. It was like Auntie was trying to make her wear the wet diaper for as long as possible, maybe as punishment for wetting on purpose.
Once the little niece was completely naked, the diaper finally being rolled up into a ball, but Mariela still stood in front of her aunt, afraid to move without permission, and the ball of a wet diaper was put into the waste bucket, she was slapped on the thigh three times.
“You. Do not. Wet…,” and her aunt said the rest after the last swat. “…your pants on purpose. Understand?”
Mariela nodded. Auntie’s hand didn’t hurt, really, but the shame of being spanked for something that at the age of twenty-three was …. Well, that hurt. It made tears sting her eyes.
Auntie then took her to the tub and helped her get in.
Auntie left her in the tub for ten minutes, while she went off to cool down.
“I can’t look at you and treat you properly right now,” her aunt told her. “I need to bathe you when I’m not angry, so you just stay here, and when I’m calm, I’ll come back and clean you up as if you just had an accident. You will not remind me you did it on purpose, and then we can enjoy your bath time like we should.”
Mariela nodded and sat there, thinking about what she had done. Her aunt was right, though. She shouldn’t have wet her pants on purpose like that no matter how likely she was going to do it on accident later anyway. It was acceptable to have an accident, but for a twenty-three year old to just stand there and pee her pants on purpose? She did realize how stupid that was. Maybe her Auntie was right. Maybe she was too immature to take care of herself on her own. Maybe that’s why she was on the streets all that time. Maybe other companies realized how immature she was and wouldn’t hire her.
A little later, not Auntie, but Uncle Steve came into the bathroom, and he set down some clothes on the toilet seat of the toilet along with… a cartoony diaper-like thing that looked a little more like panties than something you tape up between the legs.
“Your aunt is still a little upset about your behavior earlier, so since I’m back, I’ve decided to come and bathe you. Auntie asked me to let you know I’ll be gentle. She had already scolded you, and you are already being punished with wearing pull ups the rest of the day, so we can just enjoy bath time, honey.”
Mariela looked down, her face blushing again, and she nodded.
“I don’t really understand, though, Mariela. Why would a twelve year old like you just wet yourself on purpose like that? I know your diaper was probably already wet, but still, you can’t have thought that was responsible, right?”
“I know,” Mariela whispered. “It wasn’t. I… I wasn’t thinking. I just thought. I just. Because I already wet my pants in my sleep…. I just thought I can just wet my diaper and then get changed sooner.”
Uncle Steve sighed.
“It doesn’t work like that, Mariela. When we change you in the morning, it won’t matter if you are already wet from a second accident or not, we change you at a certain time as part of our routine because if we didn’t follow a routine, both your aunt and I would be late for work, and you might even be late for school. Routines are important so we get everything done in the morning. So, honestly, even if you wet your pants on purpose tomorrow morning, we would not change the routine and change you earlier. You’d still wear your wet diaper until we get you ready, only you’ll wear pull ups to school instead of panties. Do you want to wear pull ups to school, baby?”
“No?”
“Then I suggest you don’t try a stunt like this ever again.”
Mariela nodded.
“As it is, your aunt has decided she’s going to take you to church today.”
“In… in a diaper?” Mariela asked.
“In a pull up, honey. We were debating whether to start church with you this week or next week, but your auntie thinks it’s a good idea to let you get around other girls your age, that maybe they will teach you a bit more about how to act your age.”
Mariela sighed. “But please, not in a pull up, Uncle?”
“Honey, I’m not going to fight your aunt on something that you basically brought on yourself. If you had not acted like a toddler, we would not have had to get you pull ups today.”
Mariela hung her head knowing she wasn’t going to win. They were right, after all. She had acted like a toddler. Even an eight year old, her aunt reminded her, would not just wet herself on purpose like that.
Before Mariela knew it, Steve was lifting her out of the tub, and though it was not fun because he had discussed with her what she had done wrong, and how she needed to accept being punished, and how she needed to learn to never do something like this again, he was still very gentle with her.
He wrapped her in a towel like he always did when he got her out of the bath, and he hugged her from the back over her shoulders and he whispered in her ear. “You are a good little girl. You just made a mistake, and once we get through today, you will know never to make this mistake again.”
Mariela nodded.
He picked her up and then set her down by the toilet, where he knelt down and started to help her dress.
“No, baby,” he would hold her hands a moment when she tried to help. “You acted like a toddler. A toddler gets dressed by her guardians, not by herself. You are not to touch your skirt or your shirt let alone your pull up by yourself. If you gotta go potty, you squirm until Auntie notices, Uncle notices, or you have an accident. Understand?”
Mariela nodded.
“Good girl.”
He got her dressed, helped her wash her hands, helped her brush her teeth, and even helped her put her hair up pretty, and then she came down wearing a white top and purple skirt.
“Mariela is ready for church, honey. Are you going to let her eat breakfast this morning?”
“Of course I am,” Auntie said. “She’s acted like a toddler. You have to feed toddlers breakfast in the morning. They can’t go all day like adults can.”
“That might make us late for church.”
“Well, it can’t be helped. You don’t ever take a toddler somewhere without first making sure she eats breakfast.”
Auntie brought some cereal and juice in a bottle to the table.
“I want your cereal gone in five minutes, honey. You can bring your bottle with us, so I don’t mind if it’s not all gone before we leave.”
Mariela nodded.
While they were in the car on the way, Auntie made it clear what was expected.
“Now, honey, you are wearing a pull up. An accident will not get you in trouble, but it better be an accident. I will know. Your peers will come and get me if they notice you are having a hard time holding it, or they see you starting to get upset because you are having an accident. If you are sitting with me, I’ll know it is an accident because of your mannerisms. No wetting on purpose, and no going potty by yourself. No asking to go potty. You just wait and hope that I or uncle notice you need to go in time. If we don’t notice in time, and your diaper gets wet, then it’s not your fault. If you just sit there and pee yourself on purpose, even if you just think you are tired of holding it, then that is your fault, and you’ll have to be punished more severely than you are now.”
“Do… do my peers… do they have to know I’m wearing one?” she asked not being able to say the word pull up or diaper.
“Honey, as long as you don’t need to use the bathroom in front of them, I’m sure they won’t notice anything, but if you do wet yourself in front of them, they are going to know. Understand?”
Mariela nodded.
“So, what if you wet your pants? Do you know what to expect?”
“You mean on accident?”
“I mean, both, on accident or if you do it on purpose, do you know what will happen?”
“You said I’m allowed to pee on accident,” Mariela shook.
“You are, baby. If it’s really an accident, auntie will help you change your pull up.”
“If it’s on purpose… you’re going to punish me?” she whispered.
“That’s right, Mariela. If you do it on purpose, you’ll be punished.
“And if she pulls down her skirt or pull up on her own?” Uncle Steve asked getting in on the conversation.
Mariela looked up at her aunt.
“Punished, and made so everyone can see that you are wearing a pull up,” Auntie told her.
Mariela nodded. She knew it was clear. She was to only have accidents today. She was not going to count on getting to the toilet, but she was not allowed to wet on purpose, either. She just had to hold it until it is an accident.
Three hours later, they were in the car, again, only this time, Mariela was squirming around in the backseat, breathing heavily, wiggling her legs and pressing her hand into her skirt, making sure that auntie saw that she was honestly trying to hold it as the pressure built to dangerous levels of maybe causing a leak…. Then it happened. She suddenly froze and started to soak her diaper.
Susan looked back at her as she saw her niece freeze, her face got red, purple, and then pale. Her legs suddenly stopped pumping, and her hands grasped at the hem of her skirt, and then she looked just like a toddler, her lips sucked into her mouth, her head down, and for a moment or two, Mariela could swear that the whole car could hear her pouring into her diaper padding.
“Did you just wet your pants?” her aunt asked her with a frown.
“No?” Mariela shook once she stopped peeing. “I mean… I didn’t pee on purpose. It just… it was too hard to wait. Honest. It was an accident, auntie.”
Susan’s face softened and she even smiled.
“An accident, honey?”
Mariela nodded.
“Good girl, baby. We’ll change you when we get home.” |
Chapter 10:
All day, Sunday, the little girl was called an eight year old, but the way they fussed with her touching her own clothes, even just to change into play clothes after church, it was like they were treating her like a three year old. They didn’t even let her play by herself in her room, but made her take her toys and stuff to the living room where they could watch her, and they put up her crayons and other marking things on her because she was too immature for them at the moment. She was only allowed her dollies and stuffies.
At story time for the night, Uncle had made the story especially tame as though she was too immature to hand a real fight in the story, and gave her special kissing magic, hugging magic, and glance cutesy magic to attack the monsters with.
This version of playing out a story was not really that much fun for her, but she knew that they were just making her suffer the full wrath of what it was to be like if she was treated like a toddler, and as her aunt had told her earlier that day, if she did this again, she would be treated like a toddler for a week.
Despite the story being much less engaging and almost a chore, or maybe because of it, Mariela found herself drifting off to sleep while only on her second bottle of cola. They always gave her cola at night, telling her the caffeine would help their little niece act like their little helpless niece.
Mariela woke up sometime before she had to be up, and she sighed and went to the bedroom door. She remembered the day before, the horrible events glued to her mind as she stood in front of the door. She looked down at the carpet, which was dry, but still, she remembered the exact spot where her nightmare of the day before had started. She would never ever do that again!
Shaking her head, she walked out into the hall, and decided to head down to the kitchen to wait for her aunt there. There was no point in going towards the bathroom. Her Uncle or Aunt would change her for school when she was ready, and she knew she wasn’t allowed to take off her diaper until it was removed for her.
The day before, though it was really tough on her, to teach her a lesson for being irresponsible earlier in the day, Mariela knew, it could have been a lot worse. As it was, she was forced to wear a pull up all day, and she had accidentally wet the pull up twice, well, not the same one. The other three times she had to go, she was taken to the potty in time. Her aunt warned her though, that if she made a habit of becoming like a toddler, that she might not be able to do meet her demands so regularly, so it was better if she tried to get to the potty like a good big kid.
Mariela nodded in agreement at her thinking back. Her aunt was right. It was better getting to the potty like a good big kid.
Her Aunt was actually already up, and was making breakfast. Uncle Steve was reading the newspaper at the table.
“Did you wet on purpose again?” her aunt asked her.
“No, Auntie.”
“You better not be lying. Steve check and see if she’s lying.”
“But, I didn’t…,” Mariela put her hands on her hips looking up at Susan.
“Mariela,” Steve looked at her sternly.
“What? I didn’t wet!”
“Then let your uncle check.”
“How he going to do that? You made me wet the bed last night,” she told them.
Both of the adults laughed at her when she said that.
“We made you?” Steve asked her looking her in the eye.
“Ye… yeah,” Mariela stumbled over her words as Steve looked into her eyes the glare making her feel like she was going to lose not only her nerve, but her morning flooding into her diaper.
Steve stood up.
Mariela looked down at her shoes, but she tried to keep her ground all the same. It was stupid that her aunt had punished her day before for wetting her pants just inside her room. They were going to make her pee her diaper anyway, and as of yet, her diaper was not yet, wet in, well, not since her nightly accident.
Steve reached over and made to swat her butt, but she moved just in time, and his hand sliced at the air.
“Mariela, you’re just making it worse for yourself, her uncle warned her. Get over here, or I’m going to spank!”
Wait! Didn’t he just try to swat her, though?
He reached out a second time, and this time, his hand caught her on the butt, and she nearly spun by the power of his slap to her thigh, and she fell to the floor, the stinging sharply shredding through her nerves to let her know that he had caught her, and that he meant business.
“Now, stand up, and get in my lap, right now, or you’ll really get it!”
Mariela felt some pee spray her diaper from the inside after a moment or two sitting on the floor, the sharpness still sending pain signals to her brain.
Timidly, she stood up and looked up at him, sorrow in her eyes.
“I’m… I’m wetting my pants,” she told them. “It’s cause… cause… it stings, and I had to go, and I can’t stop.”
She started crying.
“Check her and make sure she’s telling the truth,” Susan told him. “Her butt should be soggy and little warmer if she’s not lying.”
Steve nodded and as he lifted her up into his lap, he felt the back of her diaper closer to her thighs. She was wet, and it was starting to leak so that her pajama bottoms were also damp.
“Her pajamas are getting wet,” Steve announced to both of them.
“Now, see what you did?” Susan asked Mariela who raised her thumb to suck on to pacify her as she waited for her auntie to explain. “If you had just done what you were told, you would not have been spanked, and you might not have even gotten your pajama bottoms wet.”
Mariela started to sob around her thumb.
Auntie and Uncle Steve were the ones that were causing her pajamas to get wet, and the little wetness that Uncle had discovered moments before didn’t stop. It was spreading even as she sat in his lap. Soon, he would be discovering she was wetting right in his lap, and it was his and auntie’s fault for not letting her go to the toilet, even if she does wet the bed now.
It wasn’t long before he realized what she was doing, or what her body, rather, was doing to both of them, and getting him wet, and he lifted her up a bit by under the arms and checked under her and saw a drizzling line of pee pouring right through her pajama and down into his lap.
“This little kid just wet her pants on me,” Steve complained to Susan.
“Well, as you just said, she is a little kid. Take her to her room and get her dressed. I’ll have breakfast finished soon.”
Steve sighed and lifted the still leaking girl up and into his arms, and he carried her up the stairs.
“You know, it is one thing to have an accident, Mariela. An accident is not your fault, even if you are wetting all over my lap. But what you did yesterday, wetting your pants on purpose not even telling anyone you had to use the bathroom before letting it go all over yourself… that is very much like a baby. That’s why you were wearing pullups yesterday, and why we were checking you this morning….”
Mariela hung her head.
Uncle Steve put her on her bed.
“I’m not even that mad you peed on me,” he told her. “Because… I am hoping that was an accident.”
“It was,” Mariela tried to sniffle through her thumb.
“But I will not have you causing trouble on purpose. If you wet your pants at school, even once, and I find out you did it on purpose, your whole class will see you in a diaper. Do you understand me?”
Mariela nodded, shaking, afraid he was going to swat her again.
He turned to her dresser and started looking through her clothes.
“You were a very bad little girl, yesterday,” Uncle Steve told her. “And no, I don’t mean you were mischievous or even evil. I mean… you were a very unskilled child. You were just like a toddler, so we treated you like one.”
Mariela nodded.
“Now, you are going to be a good girl, come over and let me remove those wet pajamas, your soaked diaper, and then let me slip your clean panties on.”
“What about a bath?”
“You don’t have time for a bath. You peed all over your pajamas, so I also need to change and take a shower because you peed on me. The shower is going to be used, and if we both take one, you are going to be late for school, making the rest of us late for work.”
Mariela looked down. “Okay.”
Mariela was sure the punishment could have been a lot worse. They could have made her wear the wet diaper to school, but maybe they wouldn’t have. Still, they could have put her in a pullup, with the same rules as yesterday. She is not allowed to touch if she’s wearing a diaper or even a pullup. She had to go to an adult to ask permission to get help if she’s in a pullup, and if she’s in a diaper, she will just be ignored until she wets her pants…. AT least…, she is in a pair of green panties with little cartoons of ponies all over them.
The girl was put into a pair of pink jeans, and Steve put an undershirt on her, one that was sufficient to cover her very small chest, but still, it made her feel… well, not much like even a middle school kid. It made her feel like she was under ten years old again. And… he put her in a light blue and white horizontal broad band striped polo shirt.
“Now, go eat breakfast,” he told her, his hand catching only air as he swiped towards her bottom again to send her on her way. And just like he had said, he went directly to take a shower. She had peed on him, after all. What did she expect?
“Eat,” Susan told her sternly.
Mariela got a chill from the way that auntie told her to eat, so quietly, and yet so clearly. Would Auntie be mad if she back talked? She wasn’t about to find out.
Mariela felt dirty. She knew she had to smell. She was still stinking from not having a shower from wetting the bed, and then her morning pee, as always, going into her diaper, but she had gotten it on Uncle, so he needed a shower instead of her. She felt so dirty.
The car approached her school. She felt her head had a little water along the hairline. She was probably worrying too much, but then again, if anyone picked up that she smelled like she peed, last Friday’s incident would likely resurface so vividly in everyone’s mind, she would not be able to stand it for even half an hour. She trembled a bit as she stepped out of the car.
“Now, you be a good girl, and don’t you dare wet your pants on purpose,” her aunt told her before letting her walk towards the building. She hoped her aunts words had not been heard by anyone.
The poor girl nearly leapt from her skin when someone came up from behind her.
“Miss me?”
Mariela looked behind her, her thumb going right into her mouth at the sudden surprise.
“Oh,” Jenna frowned when Mariela put her thumb there. “You… you still do that, huh?”
Mariela started to ask what, but then because of it being in the way of her talking, she realized where her thumb was, and took it out of her mouth and wiped it on her shirt. “Um… you just surprised me,” she turned red. “I… I get nervous and I… I do that when I get nervous.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Jenna told her. “I bite my nails when I get nervous. Let’s get some cinnamon rolls. Want one?”
“I don’t have any money, Jenna.”
“So? I have enough for two, and you really need to taste these. They are the only decent breakfast item the school serves, and they are only made on Mondays.”
“Oh…,” Mariela looked down. “But I don’t even know if or when I can pay you back.”
“Now, now, friends don’t talk like that,” she said. “No one needs to pay anyone back for a little kindness. I scratch your back today, and if I need help with something tomorrow, then you scratch my back. You know?”
Mariela frowned. “Okay?”
Jenna didn’t let her raise anymore objections. Every time she went to open her mouth, all the way into the cafeteria, she put her finger on her lips and said, “Not one word.”
Mariela was nervous about everyone looking at her. Friday’s incident kept looming up to the fore of her mind, and she wondered how many people were seeing that incident, as they looked and saw her sitting there. She wondered how many people were talking about how dirty she was, or how much of a baby she was. She wondered how many people noticed that she smelled like pee, even now.
First period was nerve wracking. Uncle had not put a pad in her panties before school today. They were both preoccupied with how late she was making everyone. She noticed now. She hoped that her period was finished, but there was a chance, she would still leak some. It was only the fourth day.
Having been homeless for four months, she forgot what even worrying about having a pad was like. She forgot that it was embarrassing to not have one, in public, until she found herself here at school on Friday without one. And now, she knew she really should have one on just in case, but she had not put one on. What was she going to do?
Somehow, nothing happened though, or at least, nothing that anyone noticed.
Mariela didn’t even get teased about smelling like pee, and the more the day went on, the more confident that she was that no one remembered what happened no Friday, and that no one smelled her little morning problem. She would be in her auntie’s car soon, on her way back to their house. Maybe she could ask auntie to take an early bath.
Once Mariela was in the car, enclosed in a small space with just her and her aunt, she started to row down the window. She knew she smelled bad. She wondered how no one at school realized how much she smelled like pee.
“What are you doing?” Aunt Susan asked when she looked back and saw the girl rowing down the window.
“Um… I… I stink,” the little girl said with her head down. “I didn’t take a bath this morning, remember? Uncle got peed on, so he had to take a shower, so I couldn’t.”
Susan frowned.
“Are you sure you didn’t wet at school?”
“I promise, I didn’t Auntie. I just smell really bad because I peed this morning and didn’t get to take a bath. I promise.”
Susan sighed.
“Well, I hope you learned your lesson about peeing on purpose in your room or anywhere else.”
“I did. I promise.”
“I suppose we should have at least wiped you up or something. If you feel that icky, then auntie will give you a bath as soon as we get home, baby.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re sure your panties are not wet?”
“Um… not with pee. I promise.”
“What do you mean, not with pee, honey? What else would they be wet with?”
“Uncle forgot to put a pad on me this morning when he changed me. I… I think I have some… that stuff in my panties.”
Susan sighed. “Honey, you should have told me that uncle forgot. He’s not a girl, honey. He doesn’t know much about how long we need to wear those, and he doesn’t think about it unless you tell him or he sees an accident caused by it.”
Mariela just looked down.
“Did it get all over your pants again?”
“No. It’s just in my panties this time, I think.”
“Okay. Well, next time tell your uncle he needs to put one on you, or if you are embarrassed to ask him to do it, come and get me and tell me you need to have one on because uncle forgot.”
Mariela nodded.
Mariela was quite relieved to get a bath, and when her aunt saw her panties, she smiled at her niece and showed her that they weren’t even red anywhere, and that she worried for no reason.
And it seemed that for a few days, other than waking up wet every morning and having a morning accidental pee in her diaper when she ate breakfast, there were not anymore problems.
Then, it was Friday, after school.
Mariela was at her locker, putting her books away, and deciding what she’d need for the weekend to do her homework. That’s when Jenna came up and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Want to come with my mom and me shopping tomorrow?” she asked.
“Um… I’m not sure I’m allowed,” Mariela frowned. “I didn’t even get to ask my aunt.”
“Your aunt is picking you up from school like always, isn’t she?”
“Yeah….”
“How about I come and ask her with you? I’ll just tell her I just found out my mom was taking me tomorrow, and I thought I’d invite you because you’re the new girl at school, and I know you don’t have many friends yet.”
Mariela looked down. “Okay.”
“Mrs. Wayfeld?” the energetic slender black girl danced around waiting for the aunt to get out of the car to see what was going on.
“It’s just Miss or Ms.” Susan said. “I’m not married yet.”
“Oh, well, I just thought… Mariela always talks about her aunt and uncle, so I just thought….”
“That’s okay. So, what is it you wanted, honey?”
“Well, tomorrow, my mom and I are going shopping, and even after a week and a half, Mariela doesn’t really have any friends at school, so I thought it would be nice if she can come with my mom and me.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Susan frowned. “I really should talk to her uncle first about this. Do you have a phone number I can call you back after we make a decision?”
“Yeah, just a minute. Mariela doesn’t have a cell phone?”
“No. I didn’t think about getting her one yet.”
“Do you have one?”
Susan frowned. “It’s not for personal calls. I use my home phone for personal calls, honey.”
“Oh, okay, so… um… let me just pull up my phone number here….”
The girl got her phone all set up to her personal display information, an then she showed Aunt Susan.
“Wait a moment,” Susan said. “Mariela, do you have a place you can write this number down in your notebooks so you have the number, and so I can see it when we get home and then I can write it down where we will both have access to it?”
Mariela looked through her bag and pulled out her school booklet that had school rules on it, and she presented the back to her aunt. “We can use this,” she said.
“I’ll have Mariela call you tonight after we discuss it and give you an answer. How late can we call you on a Friday night?”
“Oh, my mom doesn’t care on Friday or Saturday. You can call me anytime you want.”
“That’s not good,” Susan mumbled. “Well, we’ll call you before nine, honey. If we haven’t decided before that, then we’ll try again tomorrow morning before nine.”
“Nine? Oh, okay.”
Susan sighed and she looked back at Mariela once they were on the way home.
“You want to go with your new friend?” she asked her.
Mariela looked down. “I’m… I’m not really twelve, Auntie. I’ll do whatever you want. I don’t need twelve year old friends.”
Susan frowned as she drove. She didn’t say anything for several blocks. Then she stopped at a light, turned to face Mariela, and she tightened her mouth.
“Honey, you need to pull off being twelve in every way you can, or the authorities will know something is off, whether you stay with Uncle Steve and me, or you get placed somewhere else. Do you want to end up back on the streets, only to find yourself in Mexico instead of the States at the same time?”
Mariela shook her head no.
“Then, you need to convince yourself that you are twelve years old. You need to make friends with kids of that age, or maybe your uncle and I should find a special school for special needs kids for you?”
Mariela frowned and looked down. “I’ll try.”
“I’ll talk to Steve about this tonight, and we’ll decide what is the best thing, but honey, if you go with this girl and her mom shopping, you are not to leave their side. You stay right next to them, and don’t let your friend drag you away from adult supervision. You need adult supervision to use the toilet at the mall.”
“I do?”
“Honey, you are not used to going potty in public places. That McDonalds person really scared you, not to mention you are not used to going potty in places besides school and our home because when you were on the streets, a lot of people would shoo ‘dirty people’ away, especially when you were not with your mom, so you either peed behind buildings where people might not see you, or you found places where you were not near anyone. If you didn’t, then you just peed your pants.”
Mariela looked down at her shoes.
“Okay, Auntie Susan. I won’t leave the mom’s side. I promise.”
“Good girl.” |
Chapter 11:
“I don’t know,” Uncle Steve was saying when they picked him up from work and they started for home. “Mariela is barely used to us, and having her suddenly go on some shopping trip with a friend, what if she has a problem while she is out?”
Susan nodded. “She is supposed to be twelve years old. We don’t want people to talk, and people to think we mistreat her.”
“No, I guess you’re right about that,” he looked to the backseat at his little baby niece.
“Mariela, is your pants wet?” he asked her.
“No?” she pleaded remembering how they had been so insistent on checking her that Monday before school. “I didn’t. I promise.”
Steve turned back to Susan. “She’s not even, really, you know, trained the way I want her yet. It’s kind of early to start having her spend time with people outside of school.”
“Steve, is she supposed to just stay home all the time and just….”
“Just what?” Steve looked over at Susan, Susan was the one that was driving.
“Well, she’s supposed to be a little middle school girl. It’s not natural to keep her in the house all the time.”
“I don’t know, Susan,” and he looked back at the little twenty-three year old baby girl again. “Mariela, honey, you sure you’re not wet?”
Mariela looked down. She couldn’t tell if she was supposed to be wet or not, but she knew if she did it on purpose, she would definitely be in trouble. She started to wiggle her legs, to make sure Steve thought she was holding it. If she was going to have to wet her pants, it better be an accident. She knew that.
“I didn’t wet,” she told her weird Uncle Steve. “Honest.”
He nodded and turned back to the front.
Susan looked over at Steve, and Steve nodded at her, but Mariela wasn’t sure what that even meant.
Mariela kept wiggling her legs now, even though she really didn’t have to pee that badly. She was nervous that if she stopped wiggling, and if something didn’t go right, that she would be in trouble for wetting her pants. If something did happen, and if they thought she was wiggling for a while, maybe they wouldn’t accuse her of wetting on purpose.
Mariela put her thumb in her mouth.
Steve turned back and faced her.
“Mariela, your aunt is right. You probably should get out of the house more, but we need to talk about the rules if you are going to see your friend tomorrow.”
Mariela looked down. She would almost have preferred Steve to deny her permission to see her friend. She wasn’t sure how easy it would be to act twelve years old outside of school.
“Public potties are scary, aren’t they?” Steve asked her as they were still in the car, not too far from their house now.
Mariela looked down and nodded, not sure what he was going to tell her to do. Was this something about having her insist that someone go in with her when she goes potty?
“If you go out with your friend, shopping, I don’t know, how long do you think she’ll want to stay out shopping?”
Mariela shrugged.
“When I was a young girl,” Susan smiled, “I remember staying out for four or five hours.”
Steve frowned. “It’s not going to be easy for her to be out more than three hours, though, Susan. If she is, she might wet her pants.”
“Do you really think she’d wet her pants in front of her friend?”
“I don’t know,” Steve looked back at Mariela. “The little one has been on the streets for a long time, and she’s still not that comfortable around public toilets.”
“So, what are you saying Steve?”
“I’m saying that if the little one wets herself tomorrow, you shouldn’t get mad at her, even if it looks on purpose. Just let her do it….”
“But….”
“I don’t think it’s right to let her go out in public like that, and then get mad at her if she ends up wetting her pants. She’s still scared of public places, and she’s not going to know that mother that well either, so it’s not the same as you taking her potty.”
Susan frowned. “So, you want to give her permission, to just sit there and pee her pants, just like that?”
“Honey, I’m not saying that. She’s going to be really uncomfortable. It’s not going to be on purpose, Susan. She’s a scared little girl. She’s definitely going to wet her pants while she’s shopping, honey. It’s just a given. Unless you go with her and take her potty.”
Mariela frowned. She was starting to understand. Steve wanted her to wet her pants, in front of her friend and her friend’s mom. She shivered a bit at the thought.
“It’s either that, or she just doesn’t go tomorrow,” Steve told Susan. “She should not be going in public until she is comfortable anyway.”
“We can’t keep her cooped up in the house, Steve. Fine, let her just wet her pants, but I’ll put a pull up on her in the morning.”
“That’s a good idea. Let her wear a pull up and we’ll give the other girl’s mom a second pull up and explain to her that Mariela is still kind of scared of new places and people, and she is probably going to pee her pants.”
Steve then looked into Mariela’s eyes.
“I will not let Auntie Susan call it being on purpose, tomorrow baby. You have permission to just wet your pull up. I know you’re still scared to go potty in public places by yourself, and you don’t even know that other woman that well, that will be taking you and your friend shopping.”
“What if my friend finds out I wet my pants, though?” Mariela asked thinking that not only was she trying to get permission to not wet her pants, but also thinking even a regular twelve year old would be worried about it, too.
“Your friend is going to find out,” Steve told her. “That’s a given, baby. Just tell her you had an accident. If you want, we can talk with both the mom and the girl for a bit before they take you shopping, that way, they know what to expect.”
“But she’ll tell everyone at school that I pee my pants,” Mariela told him as Susan pulled the car into the driveway.
“Do you really think she’ll be that mean to you if we explain to her that you can’t help it? I honestly think if she is any kind of friend that cares about you, she’d help you rather than want to embarrass you at school.”
Mariela just looked down.
“We’ll discuss this some more later.”
Susan got out and headed for the door while Steve got out and went around to pick his little niece up and carry her.
“I gotta pee,” Mariela whispered to him.
“Honey, don’t let your auntie hear you say it like that. You’re not a little baby eight year old anymore. You can tell me you gotta go without spelling it out, sweetheart.”
“Sorry, Uncle.”
“I’m sorry, but I think your auntie is going there, first, so you’ll just have to wait, or if you are already wetting your diaper, just tell me.”
He felt her bottom anyway as he carried her.
Mariela blushed. She could tell he sort of wanted her to have an accident. She didn’t know why she knew that’s what he wanted, but maybe it was because he kept asking her if she was wet, and now, he was trying to feel her pants to see if she was wet at all.
She decided to purposefully accidentally leak a little bit against his hand as he was feeling for wetness.
Uncle Steve carried her to the living room, his hand still rubbing her bottom and he was whispering to her that she was a good little girl that never wets on purpose, but it’s okay if she wets on accident.
She sprayed on his hand a little bit, and when she thought it went enough to get his hand wet, she tried to turn it off, only it wouldn’t turn off. She kept peeing….
Mariela sniffled and brought her thumb to her mouth as she tried to close her legs but they were separated around Uncle’s body as he carried her. He felt her wet a little, she was sure of it. Then she wet more and more, and she was sure she was getting him wet, but he just rocked her as she continued to leak in her pants.
After what seemed like forever, the spraying that was turning itself on and off against her will, finally stopped, and she was soaked. She knew he had to be soaked, and there was not only a trail of dribbles from the dining area to the living room, but also a puddle where he had started to rock her. she was staring to cry around her thumb.
“Oh, baby. I knew you were trying to hold it in the car,” Steve told her. “It’s okay. It was just an accident, baby.”
Susan soon came out and saw her crying, and she looked at her wet niece, the drizzling trail to where Uncle was rocking her, and the lake under them, and she sighed shaking her head. Her niece had wet her pants. Mariela hoped she believed it was on accident.
“We need to clean her up anyway,” Susan told Steve. “I’m not really sure she had gotten all the way through school dry.”
“What do you mean?” Steve asked her.
“Well, there was no evidence that she had peed, but when she and her friend came up to ask me if she could go shopping with her family, I thought one of them smelled like they peed their pants. I hoped it was the other girl, but….”
Steve nodded. “That would be wishful thinking. Surely, not that many girls have the same developmental issues that our little Mariela has.”
“You’re right.”
Susan reached her hand up to Mariela’s back, and she patted her.
“Tell auntie the truth. Did you wet at school?”
“No?” Mariela pleaded. “Honest. I didn’t.”
“One of you smelled like you peed, honey. If it wasn’t you, then you are accusing your friend of wetting her pants. Did your friend wet her pants?”
“No,” Mariela frowned.
“Honey, it was either you or her….”
“Maybe it was me,” Mariela said. “But I didn’t feel it come out. Honest. I didn’t wet on purpose. Please, believe me. I’d never wet in front of everyone on purpose. And… I didn’t feel wet when I used the toilet at lunch time.”
“It’s okay,” Auntie said patting her back. “But we better give you a bath, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
Mariela was certain she had not peed at school though. She hoped her auntie was just making it up, playing games about what they expected from Mariela. She couldn’t imagine her friend peeing her pants.
Steve took Mariela to the bathroom, and he put her in the bath, and then sitting down to wash the poor little twenty-three year old, he spoke in a soothing voice.
“It’s okay, baby. We know it was an accident in the car,” he told her. “Or well, more like in the living room, really, huh? But we know you didn’t mean to. I know you were trying to hold it in the car, and I didn’t know you wet at school. I kept asking you because you smelled like you might have wet.”
Mariela’s face colored a little at that. She was sure her pants were dry when she came out to see her mom, and didn’t remember leaking at school at all. Maybe she did, and didn’t notice? Maybe?
“Anyway, sweetheart, we’ve decided to let you see your friend and go shopping with her, but I’m going to talk your aunt into letting you wear pullups and a pad in them while you are out. That way, if you are still scared of public potties, because of how mean people used to be to you about it, it won’t be your fault if you wet. You know the rule if you are wearing a diaper, don’t you?”
“I’m not going to take it off by myself, and I have to ask someone I trust that is older than a kid to help me with it.”
“That’s a good girl. We’ll tell the mother that you have issues and explain everything, so if you feel a little bit afraid of her looking at you, you can just come home wet, but if you want, I’ll let you let her help you if you need to change your pullup baby.”
Mariela nodded.
“No potty, though. You may as well just hold it until you get home or you wet your pants because I don’t see you wanting to use the public potty anyway, so there is no reason to put that kind of stress on you to try to force you.”
Mariela nodded.
“You’re a good little girl,” he rubbed her back.
Mariela settled in the bath and let her uncle wash her like he always did when she was upset at wetting her pants.
When Susan came into the bathroom after cleaning up the messes in the other rooms, Steve, still washing her back, turned his head towards her.
“I just gave her permission to go see her friend tomorrow,” he told Susan. “But we’re going to go ahead and put her in pull up because she’s still too nervous of public potties, and we don’t want to stress not only Mariela out, but also the girl’s mom that will be watching her.”
Susan nodded agreeing.
“Do you want to call Mariela’s friend?” he asked Susan.
“Well, I have to get her number from Mariela. Mariela wrote it down on one of her school things in her bag.”
“Well, you can just dig it….”
“No,” Susan told him. “I don’t want Mariela just digging through my things unless I give her permission, and the way we teach her to respect other people’s belongings, is to respect hers.”
“Oh, I guess I never thought of it like that,” Steve frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, once you are done cleaning her up, before you take her down for story time, she and I can call her friend.”
Steve nodded.
“I’ll go start dinner now, so you can give her an earlier story night. It won’t due if she is tired in the morning when her friend comes to pick her up.”
“You’re right.”
Before the little princess knew it, she was already in a night diaper, down at the dinner table finishing her dinner, and her aunt was already asking her for the phone number for her friend.
Mariela went through her bag until she found her school rule book and showed the back cover to her aunt.
“Hello?” Aunt Susan spoke into the phone.
“Hello,” Jenna seemed to have answered, because then there was a long pause, and then Aunt Susan said “Hello” again.
“I know the kids made a very short notice plan on us,” Susan said to the other woman….”
Susan frowned as the woman responded.
“Oh, I see,” Susan said. “So I guess the kids were not really at fault this time, then?”
Mariela tried to pick up more cues.
“Yeah, I’ll have little Mariela ready to go at nine, but I’d like to talk to you a few minutes before you just take off with her. You’ll understand after our talk, but it’s really something that shouldn’t be discussed on the phone.”
Mariela knew what Susan wanted to talk to her about. She was going to likely to tell her to expect Mariela to pee her pants, and that she was going to wear a diaper. Oh well…. Even if Jenna finds out, there is not a lot she can do about it.
Uncle Steve took the little girl down to the story area after that, and getting her settled on his lap with a bottle of cola in her hands, of course they’d make her wet the bed tonight. That was a main part of the idea of who their niece was. Their niece would always wet the bed…. Anyway, with her bottle already in her hands, Uncle reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and kissing his little baby niece on the side of the head, he whispered to her.
“Don’t tell Auntie how much,” he told her. “Don’t lie. Just don’t tell her a number. She knows I was going to give you some spending money, baby.”
Mariela nodded.
Then, he gave her thirty dollars.
“Pick out something you want, and there should be enough to get you lunch besides, okay?”
Mariela smiled and nodded.
She pulled the bottle out of her mouth to ask, “What about the change?”
“You shouldn’t have any change,” he told her. “But if you do, I don’t want to know about it. Use it at school or whatever as you like.”
Mariela nodded.
“Are you still doing a story tomorrow night?” Mariela asked.
“Oh course, baby. And yes, I still expect you to be here for it. If you are too tired to play a cute character, I won’t force you to play a character, I want my little niece in my lap while we are doing this. You need to be seen as a regular part of the group.”
Mariela frowned. There was no way she’d feel comfortable leaving these people. They already had her going to middle school and making connections, they had her involved with his newly made Saturday story group, and from the previous Sunday, she was already accepted into the young women’s church group as well. How could she go back to the streets with no connections, no friends, no one to care about her, with everything that was going on now?
Once she had stuffed her money in a secret cubby in her story area, and she had climbed back on Uncle’s lap, Uncle gave her a light story, one that she really liked, and before she knew it, she was sleeping in his arms like almost every night this last week.
“Did you put the stuff in her bottle?” she thought she heard voice from far off. Her eyes only saw darkness though and her body was completely relaxed.
“Yes, honey, I made sure to give her enough to keep her asleep until she is awakened, and I also gave her that other one this time.”
“The directions say she’ll have to go within an hour, right?”
“That’s what they said,” the other voice echoed into the darkness and the voices seemed a little further away.
Then there was silence.
Again, the girl thought she heard something from very far away. Was it a school bell? Wait, was she sitting in a classroom, having fallen asleep, and having… gross! She felt under her bottom. Did she really? At school? No!
But then it all went black again, and the girl became immune to the sounds and visions of this world.
“Wake up,” Susan shook her little niece trying to wake her.
Mariela finally woke up, and her eyes still a little out of focus, tried to look up into her aunt’s face wondering why her aunt was panicking.
“Honey, we set your alarm. Didn’t you hear it?”
Mariela looked down at her alarm. There was a note on it like last Saturday.
Baby Mariela,
Watch Cartoons until eight, and then wake auntie for your morning bath. Your friend will be here at nine.
Love Auntie.
Mariela looked up at Susan. “What time?”
“It’s almost nine, honey, and you haven’t even had a bath yet. Come on, get out of your bed!”
The doorbell chimed.
“Oh no!” Auntie groaned. “Steve! Get the door?”
Auntie pulled the blankets away from Mariela, and then, Mariela felt something off. She was used to a wet diaper, but this was… this was not pee. It was not her period either. It felt a lot grosser.
Auntie helped her out of bed, and her diaper sagged down, pulling some of the sippery slime down with it from her bottom.
“You pooped your pants?” her aunt asked her without even taking off her pajama bottoms.
Mariela just looked down at the floor. She felt really gross.
“This is bad, honey. Your friend is here, and you are an absolute mess.”
The aunt walked her little niece towards the bedroom door, but Mariela heard people walking up the stairs. They would be between her and the bathroom before she was out of her room. She froze.
“What?” Auntie asked her. “Don’t tell me you are peeing again?”
Mariela put her thumb in her mouth shrugging. Did it matter if she was peeing her pants? She was already really gross.
Susan sighed and walked out of the room without her, and she heard her mom talking to the other people.
“Steve, why’d you let them up here?”
“Jenna, the little friend, wants to use the toilet.”
“Oh no,” Susan frowned and looked down.
“What’s wrong?” Jenna’s mom asked.
“The bathroom is right over there,” she heard Steve tell the friend.
Before Mariela registered what was going on, Susan led the other woman right into her room, where she stood next to the door in her messy pajamas, some of the poop had leaked out the leg area and she knew it was in her pajamas.
“You need to know,” Susan sighed. “I was going to tell you about her anyway today before you left, but I didn’t expect all of us to oversleep, either.”
“Did your little niece…?”
“Yeah, she pooped her pants. I think it was in her sleep, but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to ask in case it wasn’t. She’s already really upset.”
“Okay,” the other woman frowned.
Steve came in the bedroom and he looked down at Mariela, and he frowned.
“You had a bad one this time, huh, baby?”
Mariela looked at the floor, tears in her eyes, and her thumb in her mouth.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Susan told the woman. “I’ll explain everything to you. Mariela is used to Steve taking care of her, so he can get her cleaned up after your daughter is out of the bathroom.”
The woman frowned when she heard that Mariela was used to Steve taking care of her.
“Look, I know what you might be thinking,” Susan told her. “But Mariela….” And they continued their talk while they were walking away. Steve waited in the bedroom with his little twenty three year old poopy pants little niece.
There was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” Steve said, and so Jenna opened the door. The girl looked Mariela up and down, and then realized she had pooped her pants.
She walked in, and looking down, she whispered.
“An accident?”
Mariela nodded, tears running down her face.
“Well, you are going to clean up before we go, right?”
Mariela looked up at Steve.
“Of course she is,” he told Jenna. “Go down and wait with your mom, okay? Her Aunt Susan is explaining everything about little Mariela. And I know Mariela would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell people at school about finding her like this.”
“I won’t,” Jenna blushed and looked down. She mumbled.
“I peed the bed this morning, too, so if you don’t tell everyone about me, I won’t tell about you, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
Steve picked Mariela up in his arms, and he pointed the little friend out the door and down the stairs while he took the baby Mariela into the bathroom to clean up.
“Jenna didn’t really pee her pants last night,” Mariela told Steve.
“Why would she lie about that?”
“I don’t know, but she didn’t,” Mariela said to him trying to sound wise.
“Well, I know why she’d lie about it,” he touched her nose as he put her down to run some water in the tub. “She was trying to make you feel better. She was trying to make you feel like you had something on her if she told your school about this, so you would know she wouldn’t.”
Mariela looked down trying to pick apart whether that could be true. |
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Chapter 12:
Mariela walked along side of Jenna and her mom, towards the large shopping mall, this being the first time she had been inside one in about a year and half. She was a little nervous as she approached the door, sure. All regular businesses these days made her feel a little nervous even if she was a lot cleaner over the last week and a half than she had been in a while.
In the car, Jenna had wanted to know a little bit about what it was like to live on the streets, and Mariela knew she had to play up to Susan and Steve’s story, at least for another few days before she got her papers back, so she tried to tell Jenna what it was like, but for the sake of appearances, made it seem a lot less handy not having a toilet around than she was actually used to.
It was true, she didn’t have a toilet every time she wanted one, but adult 23 year old Mariela had figured out ways to not need one. That was not going to work, however, with the story that Steven and Susan told anyone that would listen. As far as they were concerned, living for two years out on the street had everything to do with why Mariela wets her bed all the time, and why she sometimes has accidents in her pants.
So…, she emphasized how hard it was to keep clean, how many times she didn’t get to eat at night, and whenever she had to pee, she had to find a private place, and more than often, she couldn’t find a private place in time to go, so when she found a private place, she just had to change her wet pants, or rather, her mom did it for her recently because of her hurt arm.
Jenna swallowed up any story that Mariela gave her believing every part of it. Mariela didn’t really try to lie, but she embellished here and there to make it seem scarier than it was, and make it seem a lot harder on a girl than it was, even emphasizing that she sometimes had to just sit there and poop her pants unless she wanted people to notice what she was doing because there was no way she’d get to the toilet in time.
Jenna was quiet and dumbfounded by how hard Mariela made it seem to be on the streets, and the young real twelve year old hugged her mom and whispered up at her. “I’m sorry.”
Amy, her mother looked down at her, as they were walking, and she asked her. “Why?”
“Those times I said living on the streets would be better than following your rules,” Jenna said. “I would never last a week on the street, even with you and dad with me. It’s really hard!”
Amy frowned and nodded.
“Honey, I’m glad you realize how hard living on the streets is, and that some people do have it harder than you, but you don’t need to be sorry for acting out your frustrations. All teens fight with their parents sometimes.”
Jenna nodded and hugged her mom again anyway.
Mariela smiled at the relationship, and started to feel a little… no. She was not jealous. She wasn’t. She didn’t need someone to talk to or to hug or to…. No. She did not.
Soon, they were in the store and looking around a bit as Jenna and Amy tried to figure out what store to go into first. Mariela really didn’t have a preference. Truth be told, she’s rather stay out of the store, out of anyone accusing her of smelling bad, away from expensive things that someone might say she took…. It was a primal feeling from her core, that she always looked around to see where store clerks were, and what they were doing or if they were approaching her or not. The only reason a store clerk had approached her in the last two years, until she started to stay with Susan, was to tell her to get out of the store and to stop hanging around because it would drive customers away.
Once or twice, she has even had her person and her cart or bags searched for presumed missing things from the store, but when they were not found, rather than an apology, they always just shooed her off and told her that she wouldn’t be accused of stealing if she didn’t hang out where she wasn’t welcomed.
As Mariela came within the threshold of the clothing shop that Jenna and her mom finally agreed on going into first, she paused and looked at Jenna unsure she wanted to go in, but then Amy placed her steady hand on the little girl’s shoulder and patted it lightly.
“I’m right here, baby. You’re okay.”
And they coaxed her into the store. Mariela looked down at her skirt, and found herself surprised to be seeing just a clean thing, a nice pink skirt rather than old dingy shorts or a skirt so ripped up that her panties were almost revealed. She knew she had put the pink skirt on that morning before Jenna and her mom took her to the mall, actually, her uncle having helped her because of her supposed hurt right hand that was still wrapped up in gauze. The girl sighed and trembling because she was still scared she smelled bad or something else would give her away as not the best person to be in store, and would draw a manager to her.
“Relax, baby,” Jenna’s mom kept her soft hand on the little trembling twenty-three year old’s shoulder. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”
Jenna bounded off like she belonged in there, and she came back not a moment later holding out a nice floral skirt at Mariela’s hip.
“Don’t touch my body with those clothes,” Mariela whispered nervously up at Jenna.
“Why not?”
“I’m dirty.”
“You don’t look dirty, Mariela.”
Jenna looked up at her mom. “I think my friend’s wet her pants.”
The other knelt down and put her hand on the back side of her skirt and felt her bottom for a minute before asking her.
“Did you wet your pants, honey?”
Shaking, Mariela shook her head no. That’s not what she meant by saying she was dirty, but the woman decided to check anyway. Something about the shaking little girl made her not take her word for it, and she pulled up the back of her skirt and felt her diaper directly, but Mariela knew it wasn’t wet.
“I didn’t wet,” tears came to her eyes. “I didn’t.”
She found her thumb in her mouth a moment later, but the woman just hugged her and whispered to her.
“What did you say to Jenna to make her think you wet, honey?”
“I said I’m dirty, so she shouldn’t put clothes against my hips.”
“You don’t seem dirty, honey. I checked your diaper, both for pee and poop. You didn’t do anything like that.”
“No. I mean, I’m a dirty girl. I shouldn’t put clothes that are new that someone will buy against my hips.”
“Honey, you are not a dirty girl,” and the mother hugged her and whispered to her. “Your aunt didn’t tell you that you are dirty did she?”
Mariela shrugged. “The… the other people at stores said I dirty when I go shopping wiff my mom and we on streets then, and they said my mom dirty too, and tell us not to be taking clothes from racks and to just eye them unless we know we will buy what we touch.”
“Oh, baby. Had you maybe had an accident in your pants when they said that to you?”
“No.”
“Maybe your mommy did?”
Mariela looked down. “I don’t think so. It’s just we smell bad. I always smell bad.”
“You don’t smell, sweetheart,” the nice lady patted her back and hugged her. “You smell very sweet, sweetheart.”
“I’m dirty, Mariela looked at the floor.”
“No, sweetheart, you aren’t,” the nice lady told her. “You are a good little girl, and you had a bath earlier, so you are not dirty, baby. If you wet yourself, that’s an accident, and it doesn’t make you dirty, okay?”
Mariela just stood there and sighed.
“Mama? Is Mariela okay?” Jenna noticed that her mom was talking to Mariela almost like she was a little girl.
“She’s just nervous, Jenna. I think being on the streets has given her less self confidence is all. She’s okay, though.”
The tall lady lifted Mariela up much easier than Mariela would have thought by just looking up at her. Jenna’s mom was a powerful woman. She didn’t say anything or do anything to get Mariela to take her thumb from her mouth, but rather, she held her, patting her back and rocking on her feet a bit, as if Mariela was a little girl.
“Don’t tell your friends at school about this,” the woman told her daughter. “She’s scared to death to even be in here, and she just needs some comforting.”
Jenna nodded.
Mariela wanted the woman to put her down, but she didn’t say anything. She just kept her thumb in her mouth blushing while Jenna ran here and there checking stuff, and coming back and holding skirts up to Mariela’s butt.
“Do you think Mariela could try on stuff?” Jenna asked her mom.
“Of course, she can, but I have to stay with her. I promised her aunt that I would always be visible to her because she’s so nervous in public.”
“Okay. And if she says she needs to go potty, she needs help, too,” Jenna told her. “At school, I have to help her because she can’t pull her, even regular panties down, by herself. It’s too hard for her.”
The nice woman smiled and nodded.
“Then I guess I’ll be helping her while we are shopping, either getting her on the potty or changing her wet diapers.”
She patted Mariela on the back again.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t mind either way, if you get scared and just wet, I can change you, but if you feel strong and brave enough, I’ll help you get on the potty so you don’t wet your pants. Either way is okay, sweetie.”
Mariela frowned. She hated this. She didn’t want to be treated like this. She didn’t….
The lady took her towards the cashier, and then asked where the changing rooms were so the girls could try stuff on.
“I can help her do it,” Jenna told her mom.
“No, honey, I want you to try on the clothes you are looking at for yourself. I’ll help your little friend.”
Jenna nodded and reached up so the mom lowered her down so she could whisper in her ear.
“You’re with my mom, Mariela. It’s alright if she sees you wet your diaper. She won’t be mad, and she won’t tell anyone, okay?”
Mariela nodded with a frown.
The nice strong lady then took Mariela into a changing room stall, and she sat down putting Mariela on her feet to stand in front of her.
“Look at all these cute little skirts,” Amy said smiling.
“I can’t try them on,” Mariela said. “We’ll get in trouble. They’ll kick you out or call the police. I’m a dirty bad girl.”
“Shush,” Amy said touching Mariela’s nose. “I don’t know who said things like that to you, but you are not a bad dirty little girl. Anyone that would treat a little girl like that should be put in jail themselves.”
Mariela pleaded with her eyes for the woman to understand. The manager was probably already on the way to get them. He might even have the police with him. She started to shake violently.
The woman hand hold her again, and pat her back, but she didn’t even stop shaking until the woman had stood up with the little girl in her arms.
“You are so nervous, sweetheart.”
She sighed. Then, the woman started to undo the little twenty-three year old’s skirt with one hand while keeping her in her arms with the other hand, switching as she needed to get her own skirt off of her exposing her still clean and dry pullup diaper.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to buy the skirts for you if they fit, so no matter what the store policy is, we are going to buy you something that fits, so it’s okay for you to try them on.”
“You don’t have to…,” Mariela started.
“Honey, why do you think Jenna invited you to come with us shopping?”
“Do I look bad at school?” Mariela asked.
“No, sweetheart! You look just fine in your clothes. Jenna just wanted to treat you.”
“I have money. My uncle gave me some to buy whatever I wanted.”
“Honey, you can use that money for some toys or something. Jenna and I are going to buy you a couple of skirts and shirt. Jenna just had this image with these certain clothes for you. I told her that I do not go around buying stuff for anyone but my own family, but Jenna insisted that she wanted to use her allowance and get you these.”
Mariela blushed.
“She bought me a cinnamon roll at school on Monday, too.”
“She’s just trying to treat you like a friend,” Amy told her. “She and her other friends are always using their allowances to buy things for the other girls to try out because they think about how their friends will look in certain things.”
“Oh,” Mariela frowned looking down at the floor. She would never be able to pay this nice woman or Jenna back for doing this for her. She wouldn’t even be able to play their game of dressing up their friend, unless aunt and uncle started giving her more spending money.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I promise. Whatever my daughter does with her spending money is her business as long as she doesn’t go spending it unwisely and then ask for more money just a day after she gets her allowances.”
Mariela nodded.
Soon, the nice lady had the floral skirt up on her hips and fastened, and then she took her out of the stall to see Jenna also in a pink floral skirt.
“Wow, that skirt looks really good on you, Mariela,” Jenna told her. Mariela was still in the tall lady’s arms, and so the lady bent down and let her get to her feet.
“Turn around so we can see the skirt properly,” the woman encouraged Mariela.
Mariela nodded and turned left and then right, and the looking up at the lady, the lady smiled and told her to twirl. Mariela felt her face blush, but then Jenna twirled.
Jenna twirled a second time. She twirled a third time and laughed. “This is fun.”
Mariela nodded and then twirled. Then Jenna twirled again. Mariela twirled again, and then Jenna did again. They kept at it for a bit, which when they were done, Mariela was laughing and had temporarily forgotten her fear of the place.
Amy bent down and picked Mariela up in her arms, she whispered to the girls.
“Alright now, didn’t you want Mariela to try on the other skirt and then we have to go to that other store to see the blouse?”
Jenna nodded. “That’s right! Okay, I’ll go try on my second skirt.”
The woman carried Mariela into the changing stall, lowered her to her feet and then turned her to look in her eyes.
“Do you want to take off the skirt on your own and try the next one?” she asked.
“I can’t,” Mariela looked at the floor. “My arm….”
“Oh, yeah, I sort of forgot about that. But do you want me to hold you like a little kid still, or do you want to stand like a twelve year old while I help you get your skirt down?”
“I can stand,” Mariela said.
“I figured you’d want to,” the woman told her. “Twelve year old kids don’t like to be babies that much.”
Mariela laughed nervously. “It is kind of embarrassing.”
“Of course it is, honey.”
The woman got the floral skirt off of her, and then slipped on a nice ice-blue one with shades of blue from very light to turquois, really feeding into the theme of ice-blue.
“Turn once,” Amy said and Mariela did.
“Okay, let’s go show Jenna.”
They came out, and Jenna had on a skirt that had an overall type top to it.
“That’s really cute on you,” Jenna told Mariela. I like that one the best.”
“So, are we getting just the blue one, then?” Amy asked Jenna.
Jenna opened her purse and looked at her money and then up at her mom. “Yeah, that’s all I can get.”
Mariela frowned. “You liked them both, though?”
Jenna nodded.
“I have some money, but if you paying for mine… maybe I should pay yours.”
“No. That’s not how this game works,” Jenna told her. “You only pay for something for me if it’s your idea to buy it for me ‘cause you think it would look good on me. You didn’t even see anything yet cause you didn’t know the game, so you use your money your uncle gave you for you.”
Mariela nodded.
“But it would make me really happy if you bought the second skirt because I really like it, too.”
“What about the top?” Amy asked her daughter.
“Well, I have money for the top,” she said. I mean I don’t have enough for all three. I really wanted to get her a skirt and a top, but I had hoped the skirt would be cheap enough, I could get both.”
“I’ll get the second skirt, then, if you don’t want me to help buy your stuff?”
“I don’t,” Jenna said. “You’ll learn the rules, eventually.”
“Okay.”
Jenna looked up at her mom.
“Before we go to the blouse though, I kind of need to go to the toilet soon.”
“Oh, um… okay,” the taller woman said. “I hope Mariela will be okay….”
“What do you mean?”
“Her aunt told me to expect her to fight it and resist going in the bathroom in public. Something about the toilets in public scares her, though her aunt doesn’t seem to understand why.”
Jenna frowned. “Well, I could just go real quick by myself.”
“Then I’d be lying,” Amy explained to her daughter. “I promise the woman that no one will be going off to the toilet alone, and that I’d watch her niece like a hawk.”
“Am I supposed to wet my pants, mom?”
“No, honey…. Um….”
Mariela whispered in the woman’s ear.
“We can go with her so she can go. I won’t tell on you.”
“Honey, this isn’t about you telling on me or not. It’s about you feeling safe.”
Mariela nodded.
“If you carry me, I’ll be safe. I know you won’t let anyone hurt me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I promise.”
“Okay, Jenna, honey, she says I can take you to the bathroom.”
“Her aunt is kind of strange, don’t you think, mom?”
“Actually, it’s not her aunt, honey. Her aunt is just asking me to do what is comfortable for Mariela. Remember, honey, Mariela was on the streets for two years with her family. She knows stuff that you and I have never seen done.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Nonetheless, with Mariela’s permission, they went into the bathroom, and Jenna went into one stall, and then Amy whispered in her ear.
“I need to go, too. Do you expect me to wait until I get you back home?”
Mariela shook her head.
“You can go. I’ll just…. Um… I shouldn’t be by myself out here, though. Someone could….”
How about we use the larger stall for special needs people?” the woman asked her. “I put you down in there, there will be enough room for me to go without us bumping into each other.”
“Okay.”
And the woman put the little twenty-three year old down so she could go. Mariela’s face burned a bit as she blushed, and she saw the woman blush too, but there wasn’t much they could do about it, and Mariela just went to the furthest end of the little space to wait.
The woman dropped to the toilet and went.
Once the woman had pulled up her skirt, she motioned for Mariela to come to her, and she pulled back her pullup to look inside.
“Not wet?” she asked her.
Mariela shook her head no.
“Want to use the potty?”
Mariela shook her head no.
Then, they started off out of the bathroom after all three of them washed their hands.
“Did Mariela pee, mom?” Jenna asked her mom instead of Mariela.
“No, honey. She didn’t want to.”
“She hasn’t peed in a while though, either. She’s probably going to wet herself.”
“If she does, she does, baby. The aunt told me she didn’t think Mariela would be comfortable going potty, and she might even not want us to change her in the bathroom.”
“So, what? She’s going to wear wet pants until she gets home?”
Mariela shrugged at them.
“I’m right here,” she told them. “I might be kind of a dirty baby about it, but… I know what my aunt said and I know what is going on.”
“Sorry, honey,” Amy said as she picked up the little frustrated girl. “You’re right. We should be talking to you. Do you need to pee, sweetheart? It’s okay if you just want to wet your pullup.”
“No, I can’t just do that. I’ll be in trouble with aunt if I just wet my pullup on purpose.”
“But your aunt said….”
“I might feel scared,” Mariela told her. “Yeah. I get scared, but if I know what I’m doing, and I’m not scared, I can’t wet my pants on purpose. It against the rules at Auntie’s house.”
The woman sighed. “Yeah, it should be, though, shouldn’t it? I mean, it’s not healthy to just let a twelve year old wet herself on purpose….”
“Are you saying you want to wet on purpose?” Jenna asked a surprised oh still on her face after she was done talking.
“No!” Mariela said her face getting really red. “I just… your mom said it’s okay if I just wet, but I am not allowed to.”
“Oh,” Jenna looked at the ground.
“I’m sorry, Mariela. What I meant to say, is if you have an accident because you are scared or you don’t feel it come out from trying to hold it too long, then it’s okay.”
Mariela nodded and put her thumb in her mouth.
“I don’t gotta pee,” she said stubbornly even though she felt a little tingling inside that told her she could pee if she wanted to, if she were on a toilet, that is.
Mariela knew that her uncle, not really her aunt so much, but her uncle liked that she needed help all the time, and that he thought it was cute for her to wet her pants on accident. She didn’t really know why he thought it was cute for her to do that, but she knew if she went home dry, her uncle would be disappointed, but she also was afraid of her aunt thinking she peed on purpose. The one handy rule that she had, was that she was not allowed to touch the pullup on her own at all, so if she waited a little longer, maybe the woman would have trouble getting her to the bathroom and getting her diaper down before she wet herself, and then both her aunt and her uncle would be happy.
She hated to wet her pants, even in a diaper, but she couldn’t make uncle mad. Uncle and auntie were really the only thing that was keeping her from going back out on the street again.
They walked into a nice little Miss shop, and Mariela saw Jenna walked right over to a nice white top that had lace material around the neckline and the hems and sleeves of it. It really did look like a good match for the ice-blue skirt.
“Let’s try it on her first,” Jenna told her mom.
“Okay, but I have to do it.”
“I know. I’ll just wait out here for you to help her get it on. I want to see.”
Mariela nervously bit her lip as the woman took off her top and saw her in an undershirt. She hoped her little bumps were not so big she would accuse her of being an adult, but at the same time, she wondered if they were so small, that she might look younger than twelve, too.
The woman barely seemed to notice, however, as she pulled her top off, and barely sparing a glance at her chest, she worked her ‘hurt’ arm into the sleeve, with Mariela jerking her arm, and trying to fake it still hurting when touched until the woman had her shirt on her and then she smiled.
“That does look nice on you, sweetheart.”
There was an awkward moment though, once the shirt was on and she had said how nice it looked, that the woman picked Mariela up and holding her, she looked in her eyes.
“Honey, does your arm really hurt?” she asked her.
“I hurt my arm,” Mariela repeated the story that auntie wanted her to say.
“I didn’t say you didn’t,” the woman told her, and then she sat down to hold Mariela in her lap. “What I’m asking, is, are you faking your arm still hurting for some reason?”
Mariela frowned and shook her head.
“Baby, you need to tell me the truth, or at the very least, tell your aunt the truth. It is dangerous to pretend something like this.”
Mariela tried to play dumb and putting her thumb in her mouth, she let the woman explain.
“If you are faking you are hurt, especially if you are getting medicine you don’t need, you could really hurt yourself, baby. I… I honestly think you are lying about your arm hurting. Now, is it because you are scared to go in the bathroom by yourself, and you are scared Jenna will stop taking you if you show everyone it’s okay?”
Mariela looked down. “Maybe….”
“Well, I’m sure Jenna will still take you into the bathroom at school if you want her to go with you. But lying about having a hurt arm is not good for you or anyone that has to take care of you, baby.”
Mariela frowned and looked down. “I’m sorry.”
She started to wet her diaper. Actually, she knew what she was doing, and she just wet it. She might as well do it on purpose because she’s going to be in trouble when her aunt finds out that their hurt arm story is a bust because she didn’t do something right.
The woman sighed and picked her up and rocked her.
“I’m not mad at you, baby. You had some reason for lying about that, but your aunt and uncle really need to know the truth about your arm, now, okay?”
Mariela nodded.
The woman carried her out and set her down next to Jenna.
“Why does Mariela look like she’s about to cry?”
“I caught her in a lie, but it’s not important right now, Jenna. We can talk about it later, on the way back to her home after shopping.”
“Okay.”
Jenna then noticed the top and she smiled.
“That is going to look so nice with the blue skirt on you!” she exclaimed. “I’m so glad I decided to get this outfit for you. I hope you wear it on Monday!”
Mariela just kept her thumb in her mouth, looking down, worried about what was going to happen next. She hoped the woman didn’t figure out she was an adult, too. That would make this a lot worse, but she just finished peeing, and her pullup was starting to sag a bit. |
Chapter 13:
Mariela looked up when Jenna’s mom picked her up again, and she knew the lady felt her soggy wet diaper under her skirt.
“Are you hungry?” the woman decided not to ask her if she wanted to go to the bathroom to change.
Mariela nodded.
“I still have money for food,” she told them.
“Nonsense,” Amy patted her wet backside through her skirt. “You are our guest today, and we’ve already decided to pay for your lunch, and then if you are up to it, we are going to take you to watch a movie.”
“Really?” Mariela asked her face blushing. “Um… if we are watching a… a… a movie, and you… can we… can you and me and Jenna go to the bathroom, and you… you have a pullup my aunt gave you in case?”
Mariela was really nervous because she knew she was soaking wet, and she was embarrassed, but she knew that her uncle wanted her to do that, and she knew her aunt would be alright with it when the lady said she had done it on accident.
“Sure sweetie. If you’re wet, how about we take you potty first, and get you changed, and then we can get lunch and then the movie?”
Mariela nodded, but her face got even hotter. It felt like she had her face right next to the furnace on a cold winter’s night. She didn’t realize it, but she was even shaking in the woman’s arms.
“Don’t be scared, baby,” the woman smiled and patted her skirt again. “We all know it was an accident, and I’ll make sure your aunt knows it was an accident, sweetie.”
Mariela nodded though her heated face didn’t seem to cool at all.
“I wet because I got nervous you found out I… I keeping that secret,” she admitted to the woman. “It scared me, you were going to tell my aunt on me.”
“Honey, I don’t know what it was like on the streets for you, but do you think your aunty is going to hurt you just because you were afraid to tell everyone that you weren’t hurting anymore?”
Mariela shrugged.
“Well, I’ll make sure to remind her that a lot of bad things happened, baby. I’m sure she’ll forgive you when she realizes why you were scared.”
Mariela gulped. She was more scared that Susan was going to get mad that she had somehow given it away that her arm wasn’t really hurt. She was sure that Susan and Steve both wanted her to continue to write as sloppy as possible, and truth be told, she thought they liked helping her as if her arm was really hurt, too.
The little twenty-three year old had a large pop with her lunch after she was changed, and then in the movies, she had had some caramel popcorn and another large pop, and when the first large pop was gone, she went back and got a medium pop on top of it.
They watched Melificent for the first time, for her, and before the movie had even ended, she started to spray in her diaper again, but this time, she didn’t tell anyone she was wet, but just went ahead and wet herself through the credits, and then they were starting out the door towards the car.
As they were walking towards the car, Jenna noticed that Mariela was walking a little funny, and she slipped a hand behind Mariela without Mariela noticing, and then she patted her on the back of her skirt.
“You’re wet,” she told her little friend.
Mariela frowned and nodded, her face getting a little red again.
“It’s okay,” Jenna told her. “You could have told my mom you wet in the movies though before we left the mall. I’m sure she would have changed you.”
Mariela just looked down as they arrived at the car.
“I was… um… embarrassed to. She already changed me once because I wet my pants earlier.”
Jenna hugged her. “We don’t care, Mariela. I’d change you, but….”
“It has to be an adult. I’m not supposed to let another kid try to change me no matter how wet I wet.”
Amy opened the door, and she patted Mariela on the seat through her skirt as she climbed in, and the woman sighed.
“Sweetheart? Did you wet during the movie?”
“Ye… yes, ma’am. I had an accident.”
“Well, you did drink a lot of pop, sweetheart. I should have taken you both to the toilet after the movie, I supposed. Jenna, are you okay, or should I take you back in so you don’t end up wet on the way back to Mariela’s?”
Jenna frowned and her face turned red. “I’m not gonna wet, mom. I’ll be okay until we get back to Mariela’s house.”
“You’re sure, honey?”
Jenna nodded.
“Alright. I could bring you back in so I can change Mariela, though.”
Mariela looked down. “I don’t want to change right now,” she mumbled.
“You don’t?”
Mariela shook her head. “I don’t want Auntie to find out I bothered you twice to change me like I’m a baby.”
Amy sighed, but decided to let it go. “Well, let’s get you home, I guess.”
Jenna smiled and she reached over and patted Mariela in the lap and whispered to her.
“You are having a really hard time,” she told her. “And now, I kind of know the truth about you… because of our shopping. You’re wetting your pants sometimes at school, aren’t you?”
“You been helping me,” Mariela told her. “I’m never wet, when you got me ready to get on the toilet,” she blushed. “I don’t wet at school. I promise.”
“You wet a lot at the store though, Mariela.”
“Yeah, but… that’s because I have to wear a diaper, and I’m not supposed to ….,” but Jenna’s looked into Mariela’s eyes made her falter. Jenna was looking at her with her lower lip out, her eyes narrowed, and she looked a little bit mad.
“We are supposed to be friends, but you lied about your arm, and now, I’m pretty sure you’re lying about making it to the bathroom in time at school all the time, too. You don’t even go to the bathroom that often, so how come you wet like twice in less than four hours at the store, but you only pee at school maybe once or twice?”
Mariela looked down, afraid to say anything. She could see that Jenna was very upset.
“Mariela, you’re supposed to be my friend. That means you are not supposed to be scared to tell me the truth if you wet your panties on accident during class. You are supposed to trust me.”
Mariela didn’t know what to say.
“I’m not going to tell the whole school that you pee your pants, not even now, I know you are lying to me. I am mad, but I won’t do something like that to you. I’m just not sure we can be friends if you are too scared to tell me when you wet your pants.”
Mariela felt something in the back of her head and her heart. There was an ache, a hurt at the way that Jenna seemed so upset at her because Jenna thought she was lying again.
“I’m sorry,” Mariela found herself whispering. “I was afraid if I told anyone I wet my pants at school, no one would be my friend, and I messed up. I… I was scared to tell you I pee my pants.”
Mariela couldn’t explain why she was lying to Jenna like this, or why she wanted Jenna to believe in her so much. She was shaking and tears started to come to her eyes.
“Jenna,” Jenna’s mom spoke from the front seat. “Remember, sweetheart, Mariela is used to being on the streets. She’s probably not used to trusting anyone besides her mom and dad. Don’t be too harsh with her. You’re probably the very first friend she’s had in two years.”
Jenna sighed.
“Mariela, I’m still your friend,” she reached an arm around her back. “But no more lying. You come to me at school if you pee your pants, and you tell me you’re wet,” the girl told her.
“But why I gotta tell you if I pee my pants?” Mariela found her thumb going into her mouth.
“Because…. If someone else finds out you wet before I do, and they start spreading rumors about you, I won’t be able to help if I don’t know until it’s too late, but if you tell me you’re wet your pants, I’ll tell people to shut up and mind their own business, and then if they ask me why I’m protecting you, I’ll tell them off for being fake friends, and let them know that people sometimes have problems when they’ve had a hardship.”
Mariela looked down.
“Mariela, I mean it. I will defend you, but I need to know when you’ve wet your pants from now on, no matter how bad you wet or even if you… if you did what you did this morning. I won’t be mean. I’ll even take you to see the nurse so you don’t have to explain.”
Mariela tightened her lips around her thumb, and then taking her thumb out of her mouth, she whispered. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to tell you from now on. I’m just… I haven’t had a real friend before, that I can remember.”
Jenna nodded and patted the poor twenty-three year old’s lap thinking of her like a little baby sister at the moment. If anyone had tried to tell Jenna that Mariela was really a twenty-three year old disgusting woman that just pees her pants on purpose, Jenna would have looked at you strangely and then scolded you for being mean to a child like that.
Getting back to the house, Mariela was a little bit nervous getting out of the car, so while Jenna got the bags for her friend, her mom picked Mariela up one last time, Mariela having her thumb in her mouth, and she carried her to the door and into the house when the door was answered.
“Is Mariela okay?” Susan asked the tall woman that Mariela could now see, was even taller than her auntie.
“She’s fine, but she needs to tell you something important, don’t you Mariela?”
Mariela looked down and nodded.
“Was she bad while you had her out? Steve warned me that she might not be ready to go shopping with other people yet.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that. She was a little angel. It’s more… well, go ahead and tell your aunt, honey, about your arm….”
Mariela felt her face get fiery warm. “I’m faking my arm hurting now,” she whispered.
Jenna looked up at Susan. “She’s scared, Miss. Please don’t spank her? She didn’t mean to lie about it.”
“Jenna,” Amy set Mariela down and then motioned for her own daughter to come to her. “It’s up to her guardians if she gets a spanking. Lying to your mom and dad, or if your aunt and uncle take care you, then to them about something like that is very serious, and she should be punished for lying to them about that.”
Jenna started to tear up. “But even you said that Mariela had a hard time on the streets, and you promised you were going to tell them she had an accident, and didn’t mean to do it.”
Amy sighed. “Yes, honey, but that’s because she really did have an accident in her pants and I know she didn’t mean it. But lying is never an accident. Being scared to tell someone something can be difficult, but it is never okay to lie, baby.”
Susan sighed. “I know she’s been lying about stuff from time to time. We’re working on breaking her from it, but it’s going to take some time. The streets were really hard on her, so she doesn’t really know who she can trust.”
“So, did you know she had not really hurt her arm?” Amy asked Susan.
“Yes, I suspected that her old injury was not as bad as she lets on, but I didn’t want to press her on it for a little longer because I wanted to give her time to get used to us before forcing her to tell us.”
“I supposed I should have just let it go.”
“How did you find out?”
“My daughter actually bought her a cute top, and I helped her try it out before we paid for it, and just like I promised you, I took care of her, and helped her with it…. I noticed she messed up when she pretended to act like she was hurting as I was helping with her arm, and so I knew something was off.”
Susan nodded. “That’s how I found out, too, but I just didn’t want to address it just yet.”
Susan reached down and brought Mariela towards her, hugging her. “The little girl has had a really hard time, and besides, I wanted to let her keep with her story for a little bit at school in case she wet herself, and the nurse found out, because if she told the nurse she couldn’t get her skirt down in time because of her hurt arm, then the nurse would be more compassionate with her.”
Amy smiled. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Mariela and I will have a long talk about her injury and see how much it really hurts her. Her mom did write me a note when she came to stay with me, and told me she really had sprained her wrist, so originally, she wasn’t faking.”
Amy nodded.
“So, she didn’t give you any real trouble?”
“No. Like I said, she was a perfect little angel the whole time. But she did have an accident twice in her pants. The second time, she was sort of embarrassed to tell us she had done it again, so we didn’t find out until we were back at the car, and she asked that I just take her home, so she’s wet. Oh, and can my own little daughter use your bathroom again before she wets herself, too? She’s been holding it since we left the mall, too.”
Susan laughed. “Kids.”
Then Jenna was given permission to go use the toilet and then they were on their way while Susan reached out for Mariela’s hand.
“You really shouldn’t have let them take off your shirt to try another one on you, baby. You ruined our plans, and now, even though your arm is not supposed to be hurt anymore, you are going to have to keep writing with your left hand.”
Mariela nodded.
“You better be telling the truth about wetting your pants on accident at the store, and it not being something you just did to get it over with like you did last Sunday.”
“I promise…. I held it all the way until I couldn’t wait anymore,” Mariela looked up at Susan putting her thumb in her mouth.
“Your diaper is wet?”
Mariela nodded.
“Go with your uncle. He needs to give you a bath since you wet yourself twice, and he’s not going to want his niece to smell like pee while you are helping him with his story game tonight.”
Mariela nodded.
Mariela looked up at her uncle, and then with a small smile creeping on her lips, but her head down so that they knew she was sorry that she let the secret out, she held out her arms and let him pick her up to carry her to the bathroom.
“And wash her hair, good,” Susan called after them. “Remember, she’s peed herself twice today, and she pooped her pants this morning, so if you don’t wash her hair out, she’s going to smell when your story group gets here.”
“I will,” Steve called back to Susan.
Uncle Steve patted her wet diaper, and he smiled at his little baby twenty-three year old niece. “So….”
Mariela looked up at him as he walked into the bathroom and with her in one hand, and closing the door with the other hand, he spoke softly with her.
“Did you have a real accident, or just an I’m scared accident?”
“What the difference?” Mariela asked.
“The difference, sweetheart, is with an I’m scared accident, you just wet your pants by surprise or because going in your pants feels safer than the choice you are presented with. A real accident, is your body just starts peeing because you couldn’t hold it anymore, and it usually causes a twelve year old to start crying out of embarrassment.”
Mariela looked down. “I… I don’t know,” she said afraid she might give the wrong answer that Susan could call on purpose. She hoped her uncle wouldn’t say it was on purpose, but she wasn’t sure, just yet, what he was thinking.
“Well, did you cry when you wet your pants either time?” Steve patted her bottom lightly.
“No. I mean, I felt like crying, but I didn’t exactly… cry.”
“Then it was an I’m scared, wet,” he told her.
“Am I in trouble?”
“No. I told you that it was okay to have an accident if you are scared, baby. I just wanted to know how upset you were.”
Mariela looked down.
“So, you accidentally told your friend that your arm isn’t really hurt now, huh?”
Mariela nodded.
“I guess we don’t need to keep the bandage around your arm, then, do we?”
Mariela sighed and shook her head.
“But you are still going to write with your left hand, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
Steve put her down on her feet, and he stared to unwrap her arm.
“You aren’t going to let anyone but your aunt and me touch your arm from now on, if we decide you hurt it later, are you?”
Mariela shook her head no.
Once he had her arm unwrapped, he looked it over, and nodded.
“Yep, your arm is all better. So you can move it around a bit now, can’t you?”
Mariela nodded.
“No you can’t,” he showed her how far she could reach up before it hurt, and then he showed her how far back and other motions where it should start hurting. “That hurts, doesn’t it?”
At first, she started to shake her head no, but then he seemed to growl at her scaring her. “Doesn’t it?” and she caught on and nodded that it still hurt to move it that far.
“Good girl,” he patted her butt before lifting her skirt and messing with the waistband until it fell to the floor revealing her soaked diaper. He patted he butt twice, but instead of taking off her wet diaper right away, he moved on to take off her top and then pull it over her head along with taking off her undershirt.
Last to be taken off, was her diaper. It had a little lake in it.
“I’m going to tell your aunt that your arm is better, but it still hurts, and that you can’t move it on your own beyond a certain range because it’s really uncomfortable, and if she tries, you need to try to cry.”
Mariela nodded.
“That goes for the school nurse or anyone else that thinks they need to check.”
Mariela nodded.
Uncle Steve scooped the baby up and put her in the tub and then he put some toys in there.
“You want play, don’t you?” he asked her, though his question was more like a request that she dared not refuse. She nodded and started to play around with the toys while he worked around her washing her up.
Mariela should be livid at him making her play like a little kid in the tub, and should be mad that the friend’s mom thinks SHE lied, and really, it was her uncle’s and aunt’s lie that she was protecting. She shouldn’t even want him, there, washing her… but….
No. No, she didn’t want him there. He was there, but it was not her choice. She would kick him out of the bathroom if she had a choice, right? Right? Well?
The words echoed but they were not responded to in her mind. She just sighed and sat there playing with the little toys for kids mostly under eight years of age.
“Are you going to be a good girl and help uncle tell the story this evening?” he asked as he washed her around the chest.
The little twenty three year old smiled nodded. |
Chapter 14:
Mariela was taken out of the tub after a while, and then carried naked back into her bedroom where she was then put into a pair of panties that were green with Triton, Ariel’s dad on the butt. Then Steve draped a long pink shirt with Power Puff Girls on the front, over her, that came down just far enough that it almost covered her butt, but not quite.
“You can wear this for tonight,” Steve told his little princess.
“What about a skirt or pants?” Mariela asked putting her thumb in her mouth.
“No, I think your shirt covers your bottom just fine, sweetheart. You’re fine the way you are.”
Mariela nodded and raised her hands up at Steve. If she was going to be dressed like an eight year old, then she wanted his attention like an eight year old. So what? No one was around that would care to make fun of her. Steve wanted an eight year old or he would have covered her panties, and her aunt wanted an obedient child, so that’s what she’d give them… for tonight.
At dinner, Uncle took her nice shirt off of her and let her eat in her undershirt.
“I don’t want to mess up the cute shirt she’s going to wear in front of the story group tonight,” he had explained to Susan, though Mariela had a funny feeling, he was actually saying it for her benefit rather than Susan’s.
“You know how messy she eats sometimes,” Steve looked over at Mariela. “Especially with her little hurt wrist. I checked it, and it is better, but it still hurts, doesn’t it, Mariela?”
Mariela nodded.
“So don’t insist on her using a fork tonight, honey. Holding a fork right might hurt. Just give her a spoon and let her use her hands as needed.”
Susan smiled first at Steve and then at Mariela.
“Alright, Mariela, sweetie. Uncle says you have permission to eat with your hands, so no spankies for eating with your hands, honey. But you better not be faking your wrist hurting that much. You already lied about it once.”
Mariela nodded.
“If your hand hurts that much, then of course you’ll use your spoon left handed, and get food on your right hand,” Uncle Steve told her. “And we won’t mind at all, if you get your undershirt and panties dirty with food. I’ll just clean you up before the story group comes.”
Mariela frowned. It looked like they wanted her to make a mess on herself while she ate. Well…. It wasn’t the worst thing she’s done in less than two weeks, and the most disgusting thing… well, that happened this either this morning, or last… last Friday at school. She wasn’t really sure which was worse.
Auntie Susan gave her some juice, but she put it in a sippy cup, so Mariela knew that she was definitely not ten or twelve years old right now. She had to be… what? They didn’t tell her she was to act any younger than eight, if she remembered right. She doesn’t really have any toys for a child much younger than eight.
Mariela decided to not think about it. Did it matter? They put her in a pair of underwear and an undershirt at the table, and they gave her a sippy cup. No matter how old she was supposed to be in their minds, she knew that she could play with this, a bit more.
She just sat there, and when they gave her macaroni and meat sauce, mixed almost like spaghetti, but with the cheese added, too, something they called goulash, she just ate it, mostly with her hands. It was actually easier for her than using her spoon in her left hand.
Since she used her hands, it did get all over her shirt and her face and even down on her legs, but she didn’t care. It’s what they wanted, and they were really happy with her at the moment.
“Does eight year old Mariela know better than to not wet her pants?” Steve asked Susan.
“Yes, hon. Eight year old children are potty trained except she does wet the bed, sometimes, just by mistake even when they are awake. That’s why we put a diaper on her before she goes to sleep.”
Steve nodded and winked at Mariela.
Mariela smiled and blushed.
Susan came over and piled some more food on Mariela’s plate.
“We didn’t really give you enough at first,” she told her little baby niece. “You might be a very juvenile girl, but you are growing, and you still need your strength, baby.”
Mariela nodded. If there was one thing about staying with Susan and Steve, they didn’t let her go to bed hungry. If anything, she sometimes felt too full from eating, but they also seemed to stop just at her limit, so she wasn’t sick, full, but just full enough that she wouldn’t want to eat anything else again for a while.
“I sorry I lie about bandage,” she played their game.
“That’s okay, baby,” Susan said walking over to her and kneeling down by her chair. “You’ve been on the streets for a long long time, and you barely know your uncle and me. It’s no wonder you were nervous. You were just scared that the injury gave you an excuse to not be able to help wetting the bed, and you were scared you were going to get spanked for wetting the bed, baby.”
Steve nodded at what Susan said. “But like we told you on day one. We don’t spank you for an actual accident, honey, hurt or not. We just don’t want you to pee on purpose, just because you might think it’s more convenient when you have a diaper on.”
Mariela smiled and nodded. “I never do that again. I promise.”
“We know, honey. And Uncle did check your wrist, so while your hand was not as hurt as you let on, I’m not even sure you meant to lie. I mean, your little hand does hurt, that’s why you’re eating your food with your hands and not with a proper spoon, sweetheart.”
Mariela nodded.
She didn’t know why she was encouraging this game, really. In the back of her mind, she knew she was twenty three years old. Her hand was actually fine, and she didn’t wet her pants, or until recently, even in her bed.
Except…, actually, she did wet her pants all day on this day. She had not been in the toilet even once. And she did wet her diaper, first thing in the mornings, when she was awake. Why did she do that? Why did she just wait until her diaper got wet, and not just go to the toilet? But…, these people rescued her from always being hungry, from sleeping out in the cold and sometimes being scared, and from the cruel people that would chase her away because she was too dirty to go in their place to buy food, even when she had money.
It was story time, and Mariela was sitting all nice and clean in a clean pair of panties and undershirt under the long shirt that just barely covered her blue panty clad bottom. She had her thumb in her mouth and she leaned back against Uncle Steve as Uncle Steve started the story.
In a kingdom long ago when magic was real and the deities fought for recognition among the intelligent life on the planet, and there were all sorts of beings, not just humans, but there were dwarves, elves, and even evil monstrous beings….
Throughout the story, when her uncle addressed each of the members at the table, he didn’t ask them by their real names, but always called them by what their characters were called.
There was a Dwarf who was called Stonechisel Crayg, yes, spelled with a ‘y’. He was some kind of priest, but he had special weapons that were more or less attached to his hands and arms, and he needed help getting them off and on because of the nature of them. There was an elf by the name of Dewleaf who specialized in magic, but was also good with a bow. There was a human guy that was like a fighter, sort of, but also kind of like an ancient worshipper of natural spirits. They called him a Ranger. His name was Mike Risen. The I was pronounced as a long I in both parts of the name. Then, there was a girl at the table, who was called Celestia Mayflower, another elf. She was some kind of experienced fighter that had a special fighting style that only her people knew.
Mariela was given her first role after about thirty minutes in, when the characters had all finally gathered around an open market in some place where people bartered and haggled over prices rather than just accepted a listed price.
While you are browsing the market, you come upon a merchant who show cases this little girl in a kid of sideshow.
Her Uncle had introduced her.
“I am dancing and smiling cute at the people who come,” Mariela said. Then she went around to the other end of the table, climbed up where the other story participants were able to see her better, not on the table, but on a square sofa like piece, and she started to dance around.
The dwarf nearly laughed when she fell on her bottom. The sofa was soft though, so Mariela just stood back up, after basically showing her panties to everyone from how she fell, and she brushed her shirt down to cover her panties again, and then went on to do the dance she had practiced before, but still fell again two other times.
The people at the table awed at her.
“Are we supposed to give the display some gold or something?” the Ranger guy wanted to know.
“Well,” Mariela’s uncle smiled. “You don’t have to… but isn’t she cute?”
Steve then looked at Mariela, and told her to do her next little act.
Mariela nodded and she went right up to the girl elf.
“May I see your palm?”
The lady smiled and showed her, her hand.
“I see your future,” Mariela told the table. “You will have three friends, but when you finish, there might only be two of you left. You have an important work. Your leadership will be questioned because you are a girl, but your level headedness and your status will make you the most logical choice.”
Then Steve told her to roll the dice.
“Well, it is up to you if you really want to believe what was said, but there is something compelling about what she said…. You also feel… make a roll?”
The lady rolled a 19 on a 20 sided die.
“You also feel that this little girl that had been performing is not a natural being of this world. Remember, you are in a place where magic and mystery are everywhere, and where they strongly believed in natural elements being of the wind, sea, fire, and sand. This little girl could be one of those such spirits.”
Mariela smiled cutely. She didn’t know what a Maridid or whatever it was called, was. She left her character sheet on the other side of the table, but she smiled cutely.
Mariela smiled cutely up at the dwarf, and she declared….
“I become as small as a dwarf child, but I don’t get a beard! Gross! But I look a little more Dwarven. I gain weight and I make my face seem more chiseled and stone-like, yet delicate like a girl.”
The players at the table smiled when she said gross after talking about not having a beard.
“I walked over to the dwarf.”
“You are a very wise dwarf,” she said trying to coo in his ear. “Let me read your hand?”
The guy, who actually had a red beard in real life smiled down at her and held out his hand.
“You follow one of the unknown gods,” she told him. “You keep this secret because you know how dangerous it would be if the priests of the pantheon find out, but you also know your God is ten times stronger than theirs. You have strong beliefs.”
The man smiled as the girl told about him.
“Your god will give you a sign, soon. You will soon know how to prove yourself so that you may return to your village a full shaman.”
Then she looked up at the elf magic person.
“You,” she whispered. “You are last.”
And she turned to the ranger.
“You are not so different from the dwarf barbarian priest,” she told the ranger. “You do not follow the pantheon gods, but you also do not really know the name of your god. You just live in harmony with nature. You believe everything is connected in life. You will have your chance to not only show the world that this is true, but to save all of the civilization through a quest to preserve nature.”
Mariela turned back to the elf mage, and she reached her arms out for him to pick her up.
She sat on his lap for a moment, but her thump in her mouth, and pretended to suck as if to contemplate a deep thought. After a moment or two, she popped her thumb out of her mouth, and she looked up into his eyes.
“Yes, you do feel right,” she told him. “You do not know it, yet, but you are being deceived by those that give you power to work magic. They are using you, and you will destroy all of civilization if you continue to follow your current course. No one can make you change your mind, but caution, continuing on this course, and you will have no family, no friends, no contacts left. You will be left all alone in an empty world.”
The fellow that played Dewleaf turned to Steve and frowned. “What are you trying to say? I am not going to be allowed to play a warlock?”
“Hold on, Dewleaf. I’m not saying that at all. And please, don’t break the story theme. Just react to this creature as you think would be natural. There is nothing wrong with you keeping your character just as it is.”
“Wait, but she just said I’ll turn everyone against my character. That’s not what I want….”
“Do you want to make a Wisdom roll to disbelieve what she’s saying?” Steve asked him.
“Yes.”
“Please get out of my lap, honey,” he gently helped Mariela down. “I don’t want to do for real what my upset character is about to do to the girl in the story.”
Mariela got down off his lap with his help, then he stood up, and he dropped his hands.
“Not only do I try to make a roll to disbelieve her, but whether I believe her or not, I drop her so hopefully her butt hits the ground.”
Steve shook his head.
Dice were rolled, and then Steve called Mariela back around to his side of the table.
“Did I do it wrong?” she whispered to him worried.
“Shush, honey. We’ll discuss it after the session tonight.”
She frowned and let the story continue.
“So, after the Marid was dropped on her hiney, or rather, as she was falling towards her hiney, she disappeared into a puddle on the ground and then was soaked up by the ground leaving no evidence that she was there.”
Steve picked Mariela up and put her in his lap.
The story continued a bit further, and soon, the players had decided that one reason or another, they would all join to check out where the mysterious peddler with the genie had come from.
They didn’t really get that far beyond deciding to follow the peddler because the peddler was in town for the next three days, so they kept watch on him, but spent the whole session drinking and bathing.
Mariela just sat on her uncle’s lap, and was starting to wiggle after a while, but said nothing.
“I don’t want you interrupting the story unless you absolutely have to,” he had told her before the guests had come. “If you need to pee or something, wait until you are sent for snacks, or until you are sure we are not going to need you to play your characters.”
Mariela remembered that, and the players still in town, and watching the guy with her genie character, she wasn’t sure when they were going to see her again, so she waited as patiently as she could.
The Dwarf, Stonechisel, stood up stretching a moment and eyed the door that led out of the room.
“Excuse me,” Steve said. “We covered in session zero, of course no one is stopping you from leaving the table, but if you are not here during an important encounter, you will fail all saving throws while you are not here to make them, all attacks on your character are automatic hits with attacks of opportunities, with 3 or 4 points of damage each time, and I will not go back for you. You’ll have to get the information from other players.”
The man stopped and looked over at Steve.
“I’m sorry, but these rules are as they are. I don’t want people just leaving the table willy-nilly especially during combat. As we are not doing anything important at this time, you can consider it a safe time to leave, but I wanted to remind you, that doing so during combat or other important time can have dire consequences, even killing your character.”
Stonechisel nodded. “Well, it’s not an important time, is it?”
And he walked out of the room.
The others looked over at Steve with sullen faces. Mariela had been there at session zero. She had heard him say these rules, so she knew he wasn’t lying. However, the others were starting to ask him about family emergencies, about the necessity of taking toilet breaks, and a handful of other ideas that came to mind, so Steve stood up and closed his books.
“That’s all the session for today,” he told them. “For the next couple of hours, or until everyone is satisfied, we will discuss table etiquette and what we want from this table. You are the ones paying me ten dollars a piece to run a story that allows you to immerse yourself in fantasy.”
Mariela walked up to her Uncle’s side and took his hand.
When someone went to speak, Steve shook his head and waved the hand down.
“We’ll wait for Stonechisel to return before we discuss this….”
When the bearded dwarf like man, though actually much taller came back into the room, and sat down, Steve began again.
“Alright, I’ve put the story on hold because we are having some problems with what was decided in session zero. Now, who is alright with someone taking a phone call and walking out of the table for thirty minutes in the middle of an important point, and us waiting on that person to come back?”
No one raised a hand.
“Who is alright with ending a session that you paid full price of ten dollars early because someone has to go home early, and we have to wait for them to continue the story?”
Again, no one raised a hand.
“So, you see what point I’m making, don’t you?” he asked the table. “If you just leave the table without any consequences, you hold up the story for everyone else, and if it happens to you, you aren’t very happy about it, are you?”
The players just sat there, fidgeting, as though not really sure how to respond.
“I don’t mean to be a dick here, but all of you are paying ten dollars a session, and so it is my job to make sure you are all treated fairly and evenly. If I play favorites with one for no apparent reason, I’d expect the rest of you to leave the table. If I let one person always stop the game for their own needs, regardless if it’s two minutes or its thirty minutes, I expect you will all feel like you’re losing your money and won’t want to return….”
“Okay,” Dewleaf frowned, his face actually seeming as narrow as an elf’s compared to the other two men at the table. “So, what are you proposing? None of us use the toilet?”
“What I’m proposing, is natural consequences,” Steve told them. “Now, Stonechisel did say that there was nothing of consequence happening, so he left knowing full well that I intended to have auto hits on him if combat came up, or auto fails if saving throws came up, but as of where you were, he used good reasoning, like any reasonable adult and knew it was a good time to take care of whatever….”
“Okay, but sometimes, when you gotta go, you gotta go,” Celestia said looking Steve in his eye.
“And if you gotta go, then you need to find a way to give us permission to continue without you, or be okay with others holding the story up when they need to do something they feel is important, regardless of how long it takes.”
Celestia frowned.
“So, here are the ways we can handle this:”
Steve put up one finger. “Automatic hits against your character, failed saves, and loss of your turn to attack with a weapon.”
Steve put up a second finger. “The monsters that was on you changes targets as if you are no longer there, and other situations that might have included you, skips you for that session, but at the end of a session, if you miss even one combat that way, you lose half the experience points for the night.”
Steve put up a third finger. “We all wait on everyone once someone leaves the table to come back, but remember, this will destroy immersion into the fantasy world, and you have only yourselves to blame when the story doesn’t feel exciting or well told. I will expect full payment for a night even if we only have a thirty minute game time because of disruptions.”
The others looked around at one another.
“So, Discuss this with each other. Also, any healing spells or anything beneficial that is meant to be bestowed on your character will only happen when you are in here in person regardless of how we decide to do it, so that is an important point to make, too.”
“Wait,” Celestia frowned at Steve. “You’re saying if I am sitting here, holding it because I gotta pee, I better hold it until the combat is over, or I will only get half the night’s experience points?”
“Well, actually, that is what the group is going to decide right now, Celestia. If we decide to wait on everyone to come back to the table, then that won’t be an issue, but if we decide one of the other ways, either you lose the experience points, or you fail all saving throws and you are auto hit on every attack that comes around at you until you get back.”
The woman looked down. “And what if I happened to walk out of the game right there, and just go home?”
“The first time, you will not get any experience for that night. The second time, you will not be invited back to play with us again.”
The men at the table looked at one another and shrugged.
“I’m good with failing saving throws and taking automatic damage,” one of them said.
“I’m good with either half experience or the failed saving throws and auto-damage a second person said.”
“Let’s do the failed saving throws and auto-damage,” the third man said. “I mean, honestly, if you can’t hold it, how long is it going to take to take a pee anyway? You’ll probably be back at the table before you took three hits.”
The woman crossed her arms. “None of you are playing a warlock, either! I don’t have that many hit points!”
“Surely, there are things you can do to reduce taking hits,” the men all countered her.”
“Didn’t Steve just say that all saving throws are automatic failures and all hits are automatic?”
Steven nodded. “I did say that, but you know, if you had a turn, and you casted a spell that might have mitigated… as long as you leave me a note about how long the spell is still in effect when you leave the table, I’ll leave your spell in effect. You won’t damage anyone though with a spell, and you won’t be able to cast a reaction spell or anything like that.”
“Fine,” the woman crossed her arms seeing how insistent every one was on the new rules. “Let’s do the auto damage and failed saves then if you are not at the table.”
Steve nodded.
“One more thing, I expect YOU to act like a party of friends, so I will not allow player verses player when someone is not in the room. That’s unfair to take advantage of someone using an unimportant time to take a needed break.”
The players all nodded.
“What if you have a surprise, though, and one of us is gone?” Mike asked.
“Well, if I can put it off until everyone is at the table, I will. Otherwise, if you are not at the table, and had no idea it was coming, I will divide the monsters up with who is there at the time, and the monsters will just noticed you when you get back to the table. Fair?”
The others nodded in agreement.
“Okay, well, we had to stop the session for today because you took exception to the rule you agreed to at session zero, and though we’ve already decided, the mood for the story is already spoiled. Hopefully, no one spoils the game next week. I will warn you like I warned Stonechisel today if you leave the table for the first time, whoever it is, but we will not discuss this again unless you force it.”
The players all nodded.
“Please pay on your way out, and have a good evening and the rest of the week until next weekend.”
Mariela frowned when the party all left, and then she walked over and sat in his lap.
“What if I leave when I’m not supposed to?” she asked.
“You will lose your silver coin for the night, and you’ll get a spanking for breaking your promise of being there and then not doing so.”
Mariela nodded.
“What if that lady really does have to pee, and because she’s at one hitpoint, she sits there and tries really hard, and then wets her pants?”
“Well, honey, first of all, I expect her to hold it. She’s an adult, unlike you. And if she does end up wetting her pants, then she and I’ll have a discussion about whether she wants to be in this group or not, privately. If she wants to continue in the group, then that will be all to it, the first time it happens. If she does it three times, she might find herself in your pullups.”
Mariela frowned. “You can’t make her do that, can you?”
“I can’t make her, no. But I doubt she’s going to want to keep embarrassing herself like that, so if your pull ups keep it between her and me, I’m sure she’ll appreciate that over the whole table knowing, and I’ll expect you to keep it a secret, too.”
“What if one of the men does that?”
“He’ll be booted from the table, no discussion. You heard them. It was mostly the men that decided the rules. Celestia just went along with it because everyone else had already decided.”
Mariela nodded.
“If a man can’t control himself at the table, then I don’t need a grown man child to clean up after. It’d be different if he was actually a little kid, like you.”
Mariela nodded.
“Children can’t help it, and honestly, I don’t expect the woman to just sit there and pee her pants either. It’s just a game. If she dies, she can make a new character.”
Mariela nodded.
“So, if I have an accident while we are in story time?”
“You are a little girl. If you have an accident, and it’s really an accident, you will not be punished at all, baby.”
She hugged him. “Okay.” |
This story was suggested by @punkdoesvoices
Inside a Cinema located in station square, Hundreds of humans and animals exited a theater room. Among them was a pink hedgehog named Amy Rose. She had just finished watching a long awaited movie and was currently busy finishing her soda. She stopped at a trash can right as she finished sipping what was left in the cup. She crumpled the cup and dropped it in the can alongside her empty popcorn bucket and made her way to the cinema exit.
"That was so awesome! It was definitely worth the wait. There were a few things the first Chao in Space did better though. But hey,the movie was still pretty good!" Amy said to herself. Her smile vanished when she thought about the empty seats next to her.
"*Sigh* i wish Sonic was here with me." Amy said to herself. Sonic always seemed to be busy and when he wasn't busy he would usually deny Amy a date. She only managed to get a date with him once,and he skipped out on that one because he was supposedly "trapped in a book". Even now,Amy was unsure what to make of that statement. Amy was incredibly obsessed with Sonic several years Ago,which was the main reason why the blue hedgehog would avoid her. Now several years later,she still had feelings and admiration for him. But now he was more willing to spend time with her thanks to Amy not being as clingy as she used to be. It had been many months since Eggman's last attack and it didn't seem like the doctor was gonna show up anytime soon,so now seemed like a good time to get a date.
The pink hedgehog found herself wandering around aimlessly in Station Square. Admittedly,one of the side effects of this much peace is that there was nothing eventful going on. With not much to distract her,She took notice of the pressure being built up in her bladder. She now realized the mistake she made by leaving right after the movie was done. She hadn't gotten up to take a bathroom break during the movie,So her bladder was pretty full now. She was already pretty far away from the Cinema and the sun was starting to set,so she decided she could hold it until She got home. Despite the pressure in her body,Amy kept going at a Steady pace. She had nowhere to go now and it wasn't like her bladder was near it's limit.
Amy kept going at a steady pace,but stopped in her tracks when she saw some familiar blue quills.
"SONIC!" Amy yelled. She made a beeline towards the blue blur and warped him in a tight hug,catching him by surprise.
"I'm so happy to see you here!" Amy said.
"A-Amy. Uhh,fancy meeting you here." Sonic replied while trying to break free from her hug. Amy let go of Sonic and grabbed his hand.
"I just watched Chao in Space 2. It was awesome! You should've been there." Amy said.
"Meh,i already saw it online" Sonic replied,earning a disappointed look from Amy.
"Well,still. The day is not over. Do you have any plans?" Amy asked.
"I was planning to go on a jog. Y'know,like usual." Sonic said.
"Okay! Sweet! You have time! Let's go on a date!" Amy said. Sonic was baffled by this and started protesting,but amy quickly reminded him of the one date they were supposed to go on. Sonic gave her the same "I was trapped in a book" story,but she was having none of it. Eventually,Sonic sighed and agreed to go out with her.
"I don't have anything to do right now anyways."
"Yay! Thank you!" Amy said. She grabbed his hands and started dragging him along with her.
"Where are we going,anyways?" Sonic asked.
Amy started thinking. What would be a good place to have a date? She rubbed her hand on her chin and tried to think of a place. While she was thinking,she could feel the pressure in hr bladder yet again. But she shrugged it off,as she could just use the bathroom in Whatever place they were going.
"Hey amy. Over there!" Sonic said. Amy turned to Sonic and saw him pointing at an entrance. One she was all to familiar with. The entrance to Twinkle Park. Amy's eyes lit up,she had been wanting to return to this park forever. Last time they went,things didn't go so well thanks to Eggman. And to her delight,The "cute couples get in free" rule was still in place.
"YES! OH MY GOSH! YES! LET'S GO!"
Amy said as she once again dragged sonic along. She kept running with a smile and looked around.
"Oh! Let's try the hover cars!" Amy said.
"You don't need to drag me,Amy. I can keep up with you just fine." Sonic said. Amy giggled and let go of Sonic. The two walked up to the booth and their eyes widened when they saw the long line in front of the entrance.
"Dang...Looks like we're gonna here for quite a while." Sonic said. Amy sighed and waited while the line slowly got shorter. The line may have been going slow,But that didn't lower Amy's excitement even slightly.
"Isn't this exciting? We finally get to have a date together without robots attacking us!" Amy said.
"Don't say that. Otherwise we're gonna get jinxed." Sonic said. Regardless,Amy remained excited. She stood still and waited. But now that she was at a standstill,she felt her bladder pressuring her once again. Amy looked around and there was a restroom near the entrance. However,There were also other couples standing behind her. She knew that stepping away from the line right now would mean going right back to the start of it once she was done. So she decided to keep holding it. This is a theme park,the toilets at the entrance shouldn't be the only ones.
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Sonic and Amy were finally at the front of the line. They stepped foot in the hover car and it immediately took off,courtesy of Sonic. Amy quickly grabbed onto her seat.
"Woah!! Sonic! Slow the car down!" Amy said. Sonic complied and the two went slower. The car was still going pretty fast,but not so fast that it would break a speed limit. Amy sat there taking in sighs while Sonic drove them to their next attraction.
"Where to,Amy?"
"Oh uh...." Amy thought about. Suddenly,She felt the entire car shaking. Amy quickly crossed her legs as she felt the pressure get stronger.
"Whoops! Sorry! It's kinda difficult to control this thing!" The driver said while speeding off. Sonic checked the vehicle and it didn't seem to have taken any damage.
"You good,Amy?"
"Y-Yeah,I'm fine." Amy replied. She sat upright again and waited for them to get on the other side. While she was waiting,she looked at The darkening sky and all the stars that were starting to become visible.
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Sonic stepped out of the car and helped Amy get out of the car.
"Alright,Amy. Where to next?" Sonic asked. Amy thought for a second. There were so many attractions to explore and some of them even seemed new. She ultimately decided to take the rollercoaster to Pleasure Castle. While they were heading,her bladder started being a bother once again. Amy looked around but all she saw was a lot of people and zero toilets. She ignored the pressure and held onto Sonic's hand.
They then arrived at the entrance to the roller coaster. But of course,this one also had a line. Amy clenched her fists and groaned.
"Calm down,Amy. I'm sure it's not gonna take that long." Sonic tried to assure. Amy just looked at him kept holding his hand while trying to ignore her need.
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"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!" Everyone cheered as the roller-coaster speed up. Even Sonic was cheering. Amy on the other hand didn't seem as excited. The way the roller-coaster was moving made it a little difficult for her to hold herself. Maybe using the rollercoaster wasn't such a good idea. But then again,without a rollercoaster it would take much longer to reach Pleasure Castle. And while Sonic could no doubt close that distance in a short matter of time,She wasn't sure she could keep up with him with her bladder as full as it was right now.
Thankfully it didn't take long for them to reach the entrance of the castle. The two stepped out of the rollercoaster and entered the castle.
"Wow. Did they give this place an upgrade or what? There weren't this many attractions in the castle last time." Sonic said. Amy didn't answer,right now she was focusing on finding a bathroom so she could take care of things.
"Oh! Hold on! I see a food stand over there. BRB!" Sonic said. Way before Amy could speak up,Sonic disappeared from sight. Amy shook her head and kept looking around. There had to be a bathroom around here somewhere. She looked around and she found some good news and bad news. The good news were: There was indeed a bathroom here. The bad news were: There was a long line in front of it,much like the attractions.
"It's fine. I'll just hold it for now until we can find another toilet." Amy said to herself. She stood there and waited for Sonic to comeback. After a while,Sonic returned and he was holding two cups of Chao Cola.
"Here,i brought us some drinks" Sonic said.
"O-Oh! Sweet! Thanks Sonic!" Amy said. She grabbed the drink and hesitated for a bit. Her bladder was pretty full right now,so this was the last thing she needed. But on the other hand,he bought it for her. So she ultimately decided to drink it while the continued to walk and look for an attraction. For a few seconds,the taste of the cola made her feel good. But it didn't take long for the pressure to come back again.
"Everything will be fine. You can hold it until you reach another bathroom." Amy said to herself.
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"Why did i drink that cola?" Amy said to herself. She now found herself completely unable to stand still. The Cola had made its way through her bladder way quicker than she thought. Right now she was shifting her weight from one foot to another while she was watching Sonic try his luck at a ring game. She was starting to believe the Cola might've been spiked,because she had seen multiple bathrooms while they were wandering around the park and every single one of them had a line.
Sonic had finished the game and had one a flickie plushie,wich he handed to Amy. Amy was happy that she received a gift from Sonic,but that happiness was quickly overshadowed by pressure.
"Oh! I need to pee!" Amy thought.
"Hey! Looks like the fireworks show might start soon. Shall we get going?" Amy hesitated to answer. She really wanted to use the bathrooms,but she law how long the lines were and she didn't want to miss the show. So to the show they went. It took a while,but they eventually reached the top of the castle. Amy currently had both of her hands between her legs and she was lagging behind Sonic. The two stopped at a Balcony and looked down.
"Wow....Quite a view." Sonic said.
"Y-Yeah. It is." Amy said as she tried and failed to stand still. Sonic turned around to check on Amy.
"Are you good?" Sonic asked.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine." Amy said. Sonic raised an eyebrow but he shrugged it off upon hearing everyone counting down.
5....
4...
3....
2...
1...
The fireworks went off. Many colors and shapes appeared in the Sky. A sight that amazed every couple in the castle. Amy was enjoying the view as well. But her bladder kept distracting her from the display.
"You know. I'm glad we decided to go on this date. I've been having a blast." Sonic admitted. He turned around and saw Amy standing there with her legs crossed while bouncing her body up and down.
"Amy? are you sure you're okay?" Sonic asked. Amy was about to say yes again,But a sudden jolt in her bladder quickly shut her up.
"Sorry,Sonic! I need to pee! I'll be right back!" Amy said. She ran away from the balcony,leaving behind a confused sonic. She ran towards the last-seen bathroom with one hand between her legs. She arrived,but to her horror,there was still a line there. Amy stopped at the back of the line and started hopping on one foot to the other.
"C'mon! Hurry! This is an emergency!" Amy said. She looked around and there were multiple ladies displaying various levels of desperation. One cat suddenly stepped out of the line and ran away.
"No! No! No! I'm gonna wet myself! I'm gonna-" The girl kept whispering to herself while she ran past amy. Amy looked down and noticed a few spurts on the floor. She groaned and tried her hardest to think about anything other than pee. But her mind kept going back to pee.
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The past few minutes had been complete torture for Amy. Her bladder was reaching its limit now and she was worried she was gonna end up like that cat she saw earlier. She held her crotch tighter and rubbed her knees together with more force. The sound of a flush quickly caught her attention and her distress briefly turned into happiness when she saw someone leaving a stall. Now that she was at the front of the line,she wasted no time running to the now free stall. She closed the door and hastily pulled down her shorts and underwear. The very second she turned around,a few spurts of pee escaped. She sat down and lost all control of her bladder,allowing all the pee that had built up to escape and splatter against the toilet bowl below her.
Amy leaned against the toilet and let out a big sigh of relief. She felt like she was in heaven right now. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
"That was way too close....haaaah..." She said to herself. Once the feeling of relief wore off,she sat upright and waited for the stream to end. She was surprised by how long the stream had gone on for. Maybe they really DID spike the Cola with something.
"Umm..Excuse me? Are you done yet?" A girl outside the stall said.
"Almost." Amy replied.
"Please hurry up! I'm about to wet myself!" The voice said. Amy reached for some toilet paper and waited for her bladder to be emptied. After a while,her stream turned into a few drops. Amy wiped herself clean and then flushed the piece of paper down the toilet. The very second the opened the stall door,a rabbit entered the stall and quickly started unbuttoning her jeans. Amy quickly closed the door and shook her head. Now that she no longer had her bladder distracting her,she remembered that Sonic was still waiting for her. She washed her hands and then quickly made her way back to the balcony. But she didn't have to walk very far as she saw Sonic approaching her.
"Oh! Sonic. Uhh..S-Sorry for running off like that" Amy said.
"You know,Amy. If you needed to go,you could've just told me." Sonic said.
"I know. I'm sorry." Amy said while blushing.
"No need to apologize. When you gotta go,you gotta go." Sonic said. Amy smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Sonic let out a "Blech" and wiped the kiss mark off,causing Amy to giggle.
"C'mon! The night is still young! Let's go visit some other attractions!" Amy said. |
This is the first fan fiction story after being away for almost a year. If there is any mistake, I apologize here.
Teyvat's diary 1
The bright morning air of the Teyvat continent and the wind swaying through the Mondstadt, the city of freedom, eula lawrence, the eldest daughter of the lawrence family. Received a mission from Grand Master Jean to wipe out the large fatui camp at the dragonspine.
Eula prepares his belongings and goes to the dragon spine and at the moment he is about to reach the entrance to Mondstadt Sara, the owner of the Mondstadt Good hunter restaurant, waved to the Spindrift Knight."Hey Eula!" The Spindrift Knight followed the voice calling for her. "I heard you're going on a mission to dragonspine, right?" Eula nodded in response with a moment of curiosity. Sara held out a cloth bag from the lunchbox. "Amber has ordered food for you for a long journey." The Spindrift Knight picked up the lunch box Sara handed over and said, "She ordered rice without me asking? *Huh, this resentment I'll remember." After Eula picked up Sara's lunchbox, She walked past the city entrance, and the guards at the entrance paid their respects to the Spindrift Knight. "Have a safe, miss" Eula respectfully replied to the guard and continued on.
on the journey Eula was able to travel without malfunction an hour after leaving Mondstadt. Eula saw the little tent that Spindrift Knight had laid out and said to herself. " Rest for a bit." Then Eula settled in her tent drank the drink and ate the lunch box Amber ordered for her for ten minutes. Eula decides to continue her journey.
An hour and a half after leaving Mondstadt Eula began to feel a spasm in her bladder and five minutes later she started twitching again. Eula realized that she hadn't been to the bathroom since she woke up. And she was furious at herself for having time to prepare before going on a mission but not completing a personal mission before leaving her room. Spindrift Knight speaks to herself angrily at her carelessness. "I think I'll finish my mission and get to use the bathroom in time."
Half an hour later, Eula arrived at the entrance to the Dragonspine. Spindrift Knight stroked her thigh slightly and said to Ton herself, "Come on, Eula, daughter of the Lawrence family. You can't pee yourself here.” And Eula returned in a calm position and went to Fatui's camp.The cold air in the dragonspine Make Spindrift's Bladder Knight was twice as twitchy. Eula grabbed her crotch with one hand to safety and continued her journey, and ten minutes later Eula reached her desired destination. At the camp, there were at least ten fatui forces, Spindrift Knight abandoned her demands and analyzed the different positions and methods of fighting.when the decision is made Eula proceeded to implement her plan and spent about half an hour successfully suppressing Fatui's camp. Spindrift Knight sighed at her completed mission and prepared to return to Mondstadt. Eula stretches and leaves the Dragonspine.
After Eula came out of the Dragonspine entrance camp area Having come a long way, she thought of the needs of her body and it almost doubled back Once again, she was angry at herself for not using the restroom at the camp. Eula put her hand on her crotch and took a short stride to avoid leaking into her black shorts.
Spindrift Knight tried to avoid hilichrul's camp. To avoid a collision and a leak to her panties and two hours later Eula was able to reach the bridge in front of Mondstadt without a single leak, she was surprised and grateful for the time. the same that does not cause a distant leak however, Eula's demands did not decrease at all. She walked slowly and steadily across the bridge to find the gates of Freedom City. During the bridge crossing, a small stream of urine rushed into Spindrift Knight's panties. Eula held her crotch harder to stop the leak. Flow this time and move on.
The same gatekeeper as before, salutes Spindrift. Knight again when she reached the entrance to Mondstadt. Eula tried to be as dignified and calm as possible so that they would not be aware of her dire situation, however, she had to bend over to prevent things from happening, and respectfully responded to the guards and walked over out of their sight
But alas, Sara waved to the desperate young knight, "Hey! Eula" looks like Spindrift. Knight had to keep his hand away from her crotch for a moment and walked towards the source of her call.“How was the mission?” Sara asked Eula with a smiling face. Eula bent over and handed an empty lunch box to Sara."E.... Everything is fine and here is your box...... " Sara saw the strange symptoms of Spindrift. Knight couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why are you looking weird?" Eula flinched slightly, and the bigger stream of urine rushed into her panties again, but she managed to stop it.
"I....... I'm fine.." Eula replied to Sara as she began to bend even more. "You look like someone who wants to...... While Sara was still speaking her sentence, she hadn't finished yet. Eula cuts out Sara's speech, "S...... I'm sorry, I have to report the mission to Grand Master." As soon as Spindrift Knight finished speaking, she walked out, her body still bent even more. Sara waved goodbye without saying goodbye.
Eula walked to the knight's office without further leaks, she entered the building without a problem, but the room where she was staying was on the second floor, she had no way to go up to the second floor because of the needs of her body. She is now, so the bathroom closest to her right now would be the bathroom in the hall. Eula rushed to the bathroom when she was in front of the bathroom and was about to move the knob. "It doesn't move.""I have it." A voice from the other side of the door let Eula know that the person who was occupying the bathroom she wanted was her partner Amber. Eula kept dancing and praying that Amber would come out soon. Ten minutes later, Amber hadn't come out yet. Spindrift needs Knight grew more and more and her muscles began to give up and leak big again.Eula tried his best, but it wasn't good enough. Finally, the dam at Spindrift Knight, trying to hold back, burst out, peeing through the black shorts and Eula's hands flowing down her legs and forming a large puddle under her feet. Eula let out a huge sigh as she surrendered to her bladder. The hissing sound was loud for about three minutes, then started to subside and went off about a minute later. Eula began to examine the damage to her clothes, fortunately her black pants were able to cover up the wet marks, making it difficult to notice.
And a moment later, the sound of the bathroom door unlocking sounded and it was opened, and the person who opened it was Amber, as expected. "Oh! Eula." Eula only gave a small smile to cover his shyness She rushed to her room and yelled at Amber, “This resentment I will remember! Eula went into her room and cleaned the bathroom and fell asleep for her exhausted day.
As for whether there will be a next episode, hmmm, I've figured out the story and will post more. Thank you to everyone who came to read my fanfiction. ^^ |
Teyvat's diary 3
A warm afternoon and the abundance of nature in Teyvat. On the day of the task of suppressing the fatui's camp to Eula, Acting Grand Master Jean is now reading Mondstadt villagers' requests. Jean agrees to help everyone's request because she doesn't. dare to reject others who are in trouble"Looks like there's a lot to do today," Jean said to herself, leaving her office just making a request the villagers had sent.
The first request Jean will make is Michelle's request to observe the malfunction of the windmill,Jean reaching the target and seeing Michelle wave to her."Grand Master, would you mind looking at the malfunction of the wind mill? It hasn't been working since yesterday." Jean accepted this request and helped arrange it, after an hour the turbine was able to work again. "Thank you so much Jean, without you I don't know who to rely on," Michelle thanked Jean and Jean headed to help the next request.
The next villager Jean is going to help out is Margaret, the owner of Cat's Tail tavern. Jean approaches Margaret in a rush, "Oh Jean! The cats at my shop walked so far that I didn't even know where they were. Can you help me find them?” "Don't worry, I'll help you." Jean accepted Margaret's request and dispersed her efforts to find the cat.It took Jean almost two hours to find all the cats and return them to Margaret. "Thank you so much for helping me find my cat." Margaret thanked Jean dearly. Jean accepted his thanks and was going to help the next villager.
The next villager's request that Jean will go to do is Sara from the good hunter shop Jean goes to the good hunter shop and Sara is waiting for Jean to come to her "Oh! Jean, I've been waiting for the materials since yesterday, but until now it hasn't arrived. Could you go and see what happened to the delivery wagon?"
Jean accepted Sara's request and traveled to Windrise to see the situation of the delivery wagon. Jean had left Mondstadt for a while and she had a spasm in her bladder. Jean hasn't gone to the bathroom since entering the favonius knight's building, and after she gave Eula a quest, she made a request from the villagers. Jean stopped and squeezed her thighs together. No one could see her if she went to one of the bushes and released it, but Jean didn't want to do it due to the honor of the acting Grand Master. "After this mission, I'm going to the bathroom." Jean relaxed and continued walking to Windrise.
Jean reached Windrise and saw a herd of Hilichurl attacking the delivery wagon. Jean didn't hesitate to wipe out those Hilichurl herds and inspect the delivery wagons.Jean was able to easily wipe out the Hilichurl herd and inspect the wagon. "This should be the raw material Sara said, right?" And Jean saw a man who was probably a delivery man was protecting the wagon. "T...... .. Thank you very much for getting rid of those Hilichurls. Without you I wouldn't be able to send these items to Mondstadt.” Your courier said yours to Jean and sends them to Mondstadt.
Jean saw the material on the way to Mondstadt was relieved, but this relief was replaced by a leak in her panties. Jean got rid of the Hilichurl herd without thinking of her body's needs and now it's almost doubled. Jean moaned, clutching her crotch and hurried back to Mondstadt.
On the way back to Mondstadt, Dandelion Knight couldn't keep her hands off her crotch or a leak would occur, but even so, a stream of urine rushed into her panties. Jean stopped walking again to control her bladder and she was able to stop and resume Mondstadt. Jean was able to reach the gates of Mondstadt without further leaks. Jean was grateful for that, but if she hadn't rushed, the situation could have been more serious than a leak in the pants. Jean entered Mondstadt and hurried back to the Favonius Knights' Quarter. Sara, seeing Jean walking back, waved to Jean again. "Hey Jean, thanks for your help." Jean waved back to Sara's thanks, and urine streamed into her pants again. Jean grabbed her crotch and looked for an office. Now Jean needs a lot of release, even though her pants aren't dry.
Jean was able to reach the knight's office and quickly looked for the bathroom. Jean saw the bathroom she wanted and rushed over to it as Jean walked towards the bathroom door, but it was written on the door: "Cleaning up." "Looks like I'm going to have to wait." Jean had no choice but to wait and hurried back to her desk.Jean squirmed at her table and did whatever it took to not embarrass herself. Her bladder gradually bulged and her muscles gradually weakened. The leak happened again. Jean held her as tightly as possible and she managed to stop it.
Ten minutes passed. Jean couldn't wait for the toilet in the hallway to finish cleaning, so he hurriedly got out of her desk and ran to the bathroom at the library, but while Jean ran in the middle of her office, there was a big leak. A lunge at her pants and this time it was beyond the Dandelion Knights to resist. Jean's piss soaked through her white hands and pants. "I can't." Jean, realizing that she couldn't go to the bathroom wet herself, allowed the entire stream of urine to come out.
The hissing sounded for about two minutes and gradually faded away. Jean looked down at the damage to her pants. It can be clearly seen that it is wet. Jean opened the door of her room and saw that the hallway's bathroom was now usable. Jean rushed to the bathroom to clean her clothes and body. "Next time, I won't let this happen again." Jean said and came out of the bathroom and saw a puddle in front of her. "Eh? Whose pool is this?" Jean didn't notice the puddle that existed before she went to the bathroom, but Jean tried not to think about it and returned to her desk to finish the day's work.
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Teyvat's diary 4
Sakura season is blooming in the country of thunder. Kamisato Ayaka is going to perform a tea ceremony at Kamisato Estate . Ayaka was given that kind of education by her family whether it was calligraphy painting, manners, swordsmanship, or even a tea ceremony. Although Ayaka had mastered these things, she still practiced some so that she would not forget them. Ayaka wears a full white kimono to facilitate movement in the ceremony Ayaka walked to the tea room, sat on the cushions set in the middle of the room, and began the tea ceremony.
The tea ceremony proceeded smoothly. Ayaka brewed her tea in a calm and graceful manner and followed every step of the way she had learned. As time passed, the tea ceremony continued until the last moment, and Ayaka tasted the tea she had brewed and it tasted as good as it should. Ayaka drank the whole cup of tea and was about to return to the kimono and long pleated skirt that she always wears. While Ayaka was taking off the white kimono worn for the tea ceremony. Ayaka felt a slight spasm in her bladder letting her know that she wanted to pee. "I'm going to the bathroom after this," Ayaka sighed as she spoke to herself.
Half an hour later, Ayaka finished putting on her clothes and accessories, and Ayaka twitched in her bladder again. Ayaka had free time for herself now, so she rushed to the bathroom before she had no time to stop by again. Ayaka came to the front of the room where she could empty her bladder.
"Miss Kamisato", a Yashiro Commission Representative, walked to Ayaka.
"Oh Hirano, what's going on?" Ayaka asked the representative who walked up to her.
"The ambassador invites you to visit them right now," Hirano told Ayaka.
"Uh.....Ok I'll be leaving now." Ayaka told Hirano before leaving the Kamisato Estate with two or three guards following her and thought she would be able to hold it until her business was over.
On the way to Inazuma City, Ayaka clearly felt the pressure from her bladder, but now had a guard with her, so Ayaka had to stay in the most calm manner without letting the guards that Living with Ayaka one could notice her abnormality.After a while, the pressure on Ayaka's bladder nearly doubled. Ayaka squirmed slightly to keep her condition, but was unable to escape the guard's gaze.
"Miss Kamisato, what happened to you?"
"N.......Nothing. Let's keep going, we'll be reaching Inazuma soon." Ayaka slightly startled and acted as normal as possible.
Finally Ayaka was able to arrive at Inazuma and the building where she was going to meet without any anomalies. Ayaka's guard led her into the building and waited until the meeting was over.
"We are waiting for you, Miss Kamisato," the ambassador told Ayaka before leading her to the meeting room. At a spacious conference room, about a dozen ambassadors sat in their seats, waiting for Ayaka to enter the quorum. Ayaka took an empty seat and the meeting began.
half an hour passed The meeting continued even for Ayaka's bladder. Ayaka squirmed a little in her seat. The tea she drank at the tea ceremony began to add to her bladder, making Ayaka more desperate to go to the bathroom.
No matter how desperate she was to pee, Ayaka had to keep her condition in check so that no one else was aware of her body's needs. Ayaka squirmed in her seat more than ever and had to control her bladder all the time.
Half an hour later, the meeting was still not over. Ayaka became aware of her fate that there was absolutely no way to empty her bladder without her kimono dress drying up. Ayaka tensed up all over her body to prevent a leak from her shorts.
She wouldn't want to see Toma or the Traveler again if she peeed herself like a child here. Ayaka did her best to avoid the leak, but then the first leak happened, her shorts feeling the moisture from the leak.Ayaka could only hope that this meeting would pass quickly.
And ten minutes later, her wish was fulfilled, and the meeting had come to an end. "For this meeting, let's just end it here. Thank you to everyone who came to this meeting.” The ambassador said goodbye and left the meeting room. Ayaka jumped up with the leak again and hurried to find the bathroom as quickly as possible before it was too late.
Ayaka staggered down the hallway in search of a bathroom, but couldn't find any room that was supposed to be a toilet, and a huge leak erupted. Ayaka hurriedly moved her hand to hold her crotch. She was able to stop, but soon after her bladder burst, the urine she had accumulated before the tea ceremony began to punish her.Ayaka rushed to find a place where she would be the least embarrassed, and she saw a corner of the building. Ayaka rushed over there and lifted her skirt up to her knees and let her urine gush out. The hissing sounded for more than two minutes and then slowly faded and then became silent.
Ayaka finally got up and put down his skirt Ayaka looked at the damage, her shorts were undoubtedly damp, her kimono had apple-sized patches of moisture on it, the socks weren't even dry at all. There was absolutely no way Ayaka would be able to find her guard like this. So she found a way to do something, so Ayaka went to the bathroom to pour water on herself to wet herself and wait for it to dry for a while. Ayaka went to her guard and prepared to go back to Kamisato. Estate |
Chapter 2:
Liam
The sun was shining the day I arrived. Maybe, just maybe that’s a sign that things are finally looking up. About bloody time too! The flat isn’t quite as it seemed on the online advert but it’ll do. Lauren did all the decorating so I haven’t even got the first idea about that. She did a lot of things I now realise.
But I’m getting there slowly. The first shopping trip was weird. Filling the trolley with meals for one, two toilet rolls, (I always wondered why anyone would buy a pack of two. Now I know at least), washing up liquid (God I miss the dishwasher…probably, well actually a lot more, than I miss Lauren that’s for sure), milk, a small loaf of bread made for lonely people and the essential cans of beer. I’ve been back twice now to get other stuff I forgot. I never did bother doing the shopping so it’ll take a while to get used to this single living stuff.
I was kind of meandering along nicely for days when I had one of those big Lidl bags full of dirty washing and I suddenly realised there was no washing machine in the flat. I hadn’t even thought of that but good old Argos to the rescue and the cheapest one they have will be installed next week. As long as it works right? Except next week? What’s a bloke supposed to wear until then? It was a bright enough morning so I figured I’d take myself a walk and maybe see if there was a launderette anywhere. There’s more side streets in this seaside town though than there is seagulls and that’s saying something!
What can I say about the laundrette? Now that was one hell of a great find that was! I was just going to stick my clothes in and go for a wander but the sight in that place held my attention much more than any seafront, boats, sand or slot machines for sure! I actually still can’t believe my luck but Jesus Christ it was like winning the bloody lottery… and I’m not talking about getting a free washing machine either!
So yes it involved someone of the opposite species…and a beautiful one at that! They say the Irish are meant to be lucky but maybe just moving to Ireland has made me lucky? Anyway, I walked in and this young girl was there. I, as is the case with most domesticated things, hadn’t got the first clue how to work the things. She kindly showed me and we had a brief convo, you know the sort of thing about cost of stuff blah blah. Miraculously I got the machine to go and I was debating wether to go a wander or stay when I turned around and saw her sitting on the only chair in the place. There was something about her, not my usual type, actually quite a bit younger than me, everyday casual looking in her leggings and cotton top, her long hair tied back and her legs crossed looking at the puzzle book in her hand.
I think it was her legs that caught me first, not in a sexual kind of way, but in a ‘can’t sit still’ sort of way. One leg was tapping on the floor and the other swinging. Maybe she was just bored? Cold? I wasn’t sure but decided I’d stand about a bit and see. I didn’t have anything else to really do anyway and from the brief conversation we’d just had she definitely sounded local. I stood to the side and watched her out the corner of my eye. She was definitely fidgety and restless for sure.
I must have stood there about 10 minutes at least looking out the window people watching listening to the soothing sounds of the machines turning and spinning and the constant tapping of a foot on the floor. The tapping seemed to disappear a bit but then one of the machines was spinning loudly so I glanced round to see and sure enough that leg was still going, faster now, and she was most definitely wriggling more. I had to turn away quickly as my mind was thinking all sorts and well…let’s not go there shall we.
I felt a bit awkward like so I stepped outside and had a smoke but the door was wedged open. I was maybe half way through my cigarette when I heard a sigh and looked in. The girl was bend forwards at one of the machines pulling the wet washing out and she seems to be struggling. I stamped on my ciggie to put it out and went in to help. From behind her bottom was wiggling side to side, her legs kind of marching up and down on the spot as she stretched in the large machine. I cleared my throat so she knew I was there then just sort of asked, ‘need some help there miss?’
It was as she pulled her upper body out the machine that I couldn’t help noticing her face was flushed. She still couldn’t stand still bending down pushing the damp clothes into a big bag and bending her legs this way and that. She sort of panted an answer back but I’d already taken the fact she’s stepped back as a go ahead so I reached in and grabbed what was left in the drum and put them in her bag. She started dragging the heavy bag across to the dryers so I took a handle to help her and watched as she loaded it all into a dryer. I didn’t want to squeeze past her anyway and risk our bodies touching. Definitely not with what was going on between my legs anyway!
Another machine was spinning loudly behind us as she looked around dancing and twisting her body.
‘Lost something?’
‘My purse. I left it at the chair if you don’t mind letting me past please?’
I pushed myself up against the machines as she thankfully squeezed past backwards her bottom and back rubbing lightly against my front. As soon as she’d squeezed past I walked to the door again to give her space. I didn’t mean to stare but fuck I couldn’t help it. She stood with her back to me and I fucking swear she had a hand between her legs as she picked up her purse from next to that plastic chair. I quickly looked at the washing machine with my stuff in and realised I had every reason to wait now as the timer read 23 minutes as my eyes immediately turned back to the girl who couldn’t keep still. She squeezed her gorgeous thighs together as she pushed a coin in the slot and returned to her seat where she wriggled openly.
There was a lot of noise from the spinning machine but I swear she was bouncing on the seat as I scanned the room quickly as she caught me looking. Awkward much!
To hell with it I thought. I’ll probably never set eyes on her again and despite how fucking sexy her squirming is she clearly needs to go somewhere urgently. I stepped nearer, just enough inside the door that I hoped no-one else would hear.
‘You ok there miss?’
She pressed a hand to her thigh, pushed hard, as she leaned forwards, her words portraying the exact opposite to her actions.
‘Yeah fine. Just waiting on the other machine then I need to nip off somewhere for a bit. If you are waiting here will you keep an eye on my laundry please?’
‘Sure’
I thought then the show was going to be over. Maybe she knew somewhere nearby she could use the facilities? It was damn obvious she was very desperate and her not saying was sexy as hell. Lauren had called my liking for ‘damsels in distress’ as she liked to call in, vulgar, but you can’t help what turns you on can you? And fuck was I seriously turned on by this stranger in the laundrette at this point.
But back to what happened next because, as God is my witness, I will never EVER forget that morning!
So she sat there leaning forwards wriggling side to side with her head down until the spinning came to a sudden end and the washing machine beeped. I expected her to come right over but she just sat there. Over a minute passed but she was still fidgeting, rocking, bent forwards in her own world as if she’d forgotten where she was. I felt a huge pang of guilt at that point and compassion to help her. I honestly thought she might vomit or faint or something so I walked up to her carefully, tapped her shoulder gently and quietly spoke.
‘That looks like your machine has finished if you want a hand to get it in the dryer?’
That’s when our eyes first met properly. They were tearful, pleading, urgent. Her cheeks bright red and her forehead tense. She was still fidgeting like mad, both hands on the top of her thighs pushing down, her legs moving continually. Her lips moved but at first no sound came out until she managed to finally form a few audible words.
‘I think I’m going to have an accident!’
What was I meant to say to that? My body was screaming ‘fuck yes!’ but my heart was thinking ‘how awful’. I didn’t know which one to listen too and in the end it didn’t matter. I kind of patted her shoulder and tried looking at the door though really I was fixated on nothing but her.
I don’t know what I expected a real girl to look like as she pissed herself. I mean I’d seen it loads on pornhub but how accurate were they really? I mean do real woman show their crotch off sitting on the bonnet of a car as they pee or spray it towards a camera in a country lane? I highly doubted that regardless how hot it was. But this was something else. I was fucking touching a real female who I’d watched frantically squirming for God knows how long right in front of me. She wasn’t the only one about to have a bloody accident right now. My own crotch was already wet with precum.
Then it happened. It was like a freeze frame from a movie, like someone pressed stop, and suddenly her bouncing, wiggling, squirming, leg moving, all stopped. She spread her knees on the chair, her hands still on the top of her thighs as the noise of turning drums of washers and dryers was joined by the soft, hot as hell, whizzing of warm urine running down the inside leg and pooling on the plastic chair of this random Irish girl. It kelp coming too, like I was in some erotic never ending dream. Fuck. I could smell it I was that close. Little sexy puddles formed at both her feet and she splashed her trainers in them teasingly. When I figured she must have finished I squeezed her shoulder just a little and finally found some words.
‘Not your fault they don’t have toilets is it?’
You know what? She laughed at that, stood up, put her damp washing into the dryer herself and then sat right back down on that wet chair until all her laundry was dry. Then she folded it and left. By which time the front of her leggings had mostly dried but as I watched her walk out the door her bottom was still soaked.
When Gareth said Bangor had amazing things in store for me he wasn’t joking. I think I’m going to love it here after all. |
Chapter 9:
Megan
I had plans for today but nothing is going the way I wanted at all!
First mam is in one of her moods. Dad’s out at work, Theresa has taken the car because it was pissing with rain when she left (I heard her shout up at 6:30am if it was ok but when no-one replied she must have just taken the keys anyway because I heard the car drive away). The boys are both in school and as I’m drying my hair after my shower mam walks in handing me Yasmin who clearly needs her nappy changed. I wrap my hair in a towel, sort Yasmin, then sit her on the bed while I dry my hair. I put on another elasticated maxi skirt, flesh tights and a plain top and take Yasmin downstairs again. Mam’s hoovering and, as is normal for Yasmin, she starts crying at the top of her lungs. So much for household noise settling babies! Then again Yasmin doesn’t go for this ‘following the norms’ stuff so I suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise to me. I carry her to the kitchen hoping mam stops soon before my ears explode.
I hate hearing Yasmin cry. The boys never really bothered me as much. I don’t really know why but this is breaking my heart. If I had the know how and money I’d invent and manufacture a silent vacuum clearer right this very second! One thing Yasmin does love though is the sling and thankfully it’s hanging over one of the chairs in the kitchen so I strap her into that, facing her towards me, and pace the kitchen with her until mam stops. I can tell mam is in a mood by the way she’s bumping the hoover into everything and, of course, her language. Who knew Catholics knew so many colourful words? Mam keeps them for when dad’s out (mostly) but she definitely doesn’t hide them from me.
It’s absolutely NOT what I wanted to do today but as soon as the vacuum stops I walk into the main room and volunteer to take Yasmin out for a bit. I know her speech might be delayed, along with so many other aspects of her development, but I don’t want her repeating the words mam is saying this morning at ANY time in her life. Mam bellows at me to ‘Do what the fuck you like Megan…like everyone else around here does’ so I bump up the stairs with Yasmin attached to my chest and pick up a few things. Hopefully the rain stays off as I can’t find my umbrella anywhere. No doubt someone has ‘borrowed’ it, like everything else around here. I should do a precautionary pee before I leave but with a 15 month old strapped in front of me it’s too much hassle.
I walk Yasmin to the chapel thinking she might fall asleep so I can say some prayers or maybe make that confession that’s eating into me like poison. I crave the solace and oasis of the sanctuary there but like everything else today it isn’t to be. Parked right outside is a hearse! That’s that out today then.
I turn and head towards the sea front instead, already feeling like crying. Yasmin is still awake, but happy, and snuggling her head into my chest, so at least one of us is content I guess. I’m not used to this carrying babies lark though and my back is starting to ache with the weight of the carrier and the baby so I take a side street and look for a cafe. I only hope I have enough money in my purse. Benefit money is utter crap.
By the time I reach an open cafe Yasmin is asleep, which is a blessing as I only have enough money for a mug of tea for me anyway. I make it last much longer than it should because it’s spitting with rain outside and of course I don’t have an umbrella and Yasmin isn’t even wearing a coat. I’m just glad Yasmin is way too young to remember how crap a sister I really am. I know I am sitting awkward but Yasmin’s feet are either side of my hips and the weight of her body is resting on my chest. I actually need a wee but I can’t reach my skirt properly to pull it up with this baby sling on so I’ll just wait until I get back home again. Once the rain goes off that is.
By the time I leave it’s getting well after noon and since Yasmin will wake hungry I make my way back home in the drizzle using my hands and arms to shelter her little head from the weather as best I can, though thankfully the sling helps too. Hopefully mam is in a better mood when we get back so I can maybe actually do something I want with the rest of my day.
The rain stops as I get closer to home and I’m looking forward to putting Yasmin down, using the bathroom and getting something to eat (I can’t actually remember if I had breakfast?) in that order. As I open the front door I smell sausages. I walk through to the kitchen where mam is standing cooking with the radio on as she sings along loudly. The noise wakes Yasmin, as I expected, so I undo the sling and put her in her high chair. She whines and cries a bit but I really need to run up to the bathroom and pee so I am hoping she’ll settle as soon as mam gives her food.
I am just heading out the kitchen when mam turns and speaks to me.
‘Where’d you take her?’
‘Just a walk to the sea front and back. I’ll be back in a minute. I just need something upstairs.’
‘If you’re heading to the bathroom you won’t get in. Aisling’s up there.’
‘Aisling? What’s she doing here?’
‘Oh she came over to see me. She’s got news to share with us all but I don’t want to take away her surprise. I made her some tea and biscuits and she had a bit of an accident.’
‘An accident?’
‘Oh she was just a bit sick so I said she could go get a shower or bath then borrow something to wear from you or Therese. You don’t mind do you? You should have seen the state of her dress Megan. Poor thing. You can’t help it in the beginning though, I should know.’
I guess I’m about to be an auntie sometime soon. I’ve had plenty practice with babies and kids I guess but now I’m pissed off not just at Aisling about to steal some of my clothes (‘borrow’ in this place is akin to a complete disappearing act) without my permission but the fact I just wanna pee and everything is stopping it happening.
At least mam seems in a better mood I suppose. |
Chapter 21:
Megan
Who would have thought 8 days could change so much?
Well, of course, an awful lot hasn’t changed at all. Mam is still how she’s always been: the ultimate Jekyll and Hyde, unstable and unpredictable at home but the perfect mam and gran-to-be in front of others and putting on a great pretence in front of dad. She got all dressed up with make up and a new dress for the big family meal last Thursday, presumably wanting to look the beautiful gran-to-be when Aisling and Harrison finally told the family their not-so-secret news. Aisling wasn’t the only one looking like she might throw up any moment as my stomach churned when our Shaun went on about how his sister looked beautiful in her checkered skirt and matching top…MY checkered skirt and top that no-one ever even noticed when I wore them to chapel! As always Yasmin was sat next to me and I had stares and comments about ‘This meal is costing Harrison and Aisling a lot of money Megan so don’t let your meal get cold’ whilst I was simultaneously trying to feed Yasmin, keep her entertained and eat my own meal.
In the end Rory was getting antsy (bored and tired like I was I expect) and as it was a school night and I wasn’t enjoying myself in any way, I offered to take the boys and the baby home. Dad didn’t volunteer to drive us, neither did Theresa or Harrison, so we walked the mile home in the dark with me carrying Yasmin and then I got the boys and Yasmin ready for bed. Mam and dad seemed a bit tipsy when they finally got in so I only hope Theresa drove the car and not dad. I can’t wait for the day I finally get my own car and own place!
Other than the big meal the big thing to report happened two mornings ago. I was in chapel all morning, escaping home as usual, praying, thinking and going through my rosary. My mind was heavy with life, how I was going to let Yasmin, mam and the boys down after school on Monday by going for an interview for a new job instead of cooking tea for the family, helping the boys with homework and bathing Yasmin, plus all the business with that English guy in the launderette and library. I must have been there over an hour praying when suddenly Father Reilly appeared beside me quietly praying himself, then when he noticed me smiling at him he whispered those immortal words:
‘Have you something you want to confess there young Megan? You look so troubled and full of care. You know where I am when you are ready.’
I was ready.
Finally.
I sat in that confession booth for what felt like forever. I told Father Reilly everything, well almost everything.
I told him how the washing machine had broken, how dad had ordered a part but it took a week to arrive and how mam had got so angry when she couldn’t find her favourite top because the laundry wasn’t done and how she threw the bin bags of washing at me and told me not to come back until they were all washed, dried and folded. I confessed my sin of not doing all the washing by hand and letting mam down and failing the family. I confessed how I wasted the last of my change on my own selfish desires that day by putting it in the vending machine to buy a drink, not once but twice! I asked Father to forgive me for my gluttony. Then I confessed how I was sarcastic to a stranger who came in needing help but that I did actually assist them. I went on to say how my ‘fleshly needs’ consumed me as time went on.
Father did ask me to clarify that a bit. All the feelings of how I felt that Wednesday came flooding back in that little booth and I was right back there in the launderette again. In actual fact as I was confessing to Father Reilly how I had accidentally and stupidly filled my bladder to a point of desperation that day I realised, very embarrassingly, that I was in a similar position in the confession booth! At least this time I was alone! I explained how the launderette had no toilet and how by the time I realised how bad things were it was too late to find anywhere to go.
Usually Father doesn’t usually ask questions in confession but he asked if my wait was long or short and I explained about the two machines of washing and then having to load two dryers and how I was doing everything to keep my dignity and composure. I told him about the other person being there, but I left out the part about it being a man. I said that I didn’t reveal any of my body or hurt anyone or use bad language but that I did act very ‘silly and childish’ due to my extreme need to pee. I squirmed in the booth recalling it all and explained how things got more and more urgent and then I sat forwards in the confession seat with my head in my hands bouncing my leg as I sobbed and told Father how ashamed I was of what happened and how I won’t ever do it again.
Father was quiet at first. I expected him to say how horrible I am, how worthless I am and how disgusting my sin was and set me a long list of prayers and sacrifices to make things right with God. Instead when he did speak his voice was quiet, calm, and reassuring as he whispered through the gap about how God understands we are human, how he created our bodies with needs and how I clearly had used so much self control to wait as long as I could. He even praised me for sacrificing my time for my family to go to the launderette and how the only lesson I needed to learn is to be more cautious about my liquid consumption in future but that it couldn’t be helped. Surprisingly he even whispered how even those devoted to God’s work still have ‘human needs’ and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll need to come back to confess another day how the thought of Father Reilly needing to pee, perhaps rather a lot, while someone is maybe confessing their soul to them right here in the confession booth, actually turns me on.
Father asks if I have anything else to confess today. I squirm, not just because I do and it’s embarrassing, but because I need to pee, quite a lot actually, but now I’m here and I’ve finally found the courage to come and confess I know that if I don’t get it all out now I will regret it.
So I cross my legs, squeeze my muscles and start to tell him about a week past on Monday with mam and taking Yasmin out and Aisling coming round and the health visitor and how I was bursting for the loo for so long and how mam lied to the health visitor and I couldn’t use the bathroom because of Aisling and how I thought I would wet myself walking to the library. I have so so much I need to confess as I slip a hand between my legs and squirm on the seat and keep talking… |
Chapter 25:
Megan
Anthony came home from school yesterday like he’d just won the lottery. It’s easy to forget how exciting preparing for your first communion is. His is less than a fortnight away now and mam has gone into hyper organisation mode wanting to outshine all the other families celebrating the same event on the same day. It’s so not needed but mam doesn’t agree with me on that. Anthony almost bounced out to school this morning and Rory had to chase after him. I remember my first communion well and I love seeing the boys excited about chapel. I guess mam has plans for today too, not just because dad has a rare day off but because she’s actually up and dressed and downstairs before the boys even leave for school for once! She’s all chatty and smiles this morning, but then again in front of dad she always is.
Mam even offers to make me a cup of tea once the boys have left. She sits Yasmin in her jumperoo and fills the kettle before turning and hitting me with what she wants.
“Megan your dad and I have really important things to do today love. We’re getting outfits for Anthony’s first communion, then booking his cake and then meeting the photographer and your dad has booked a table and he’s taking me out for lunch so I was wondering if…”
“You want me to watch Yasmin this morning?”
“Well not really this morning…more most of the afternoon too. It’s not fair on her to drag her along to all the things we need to do now and you know how fussy she can be about some things like noises or her nap times. Anyway, you remember that health visitor visit last week? (how could I forget?) Well she gave me some leaflets of baby stuff on in the community that she thought might help Yasmin. I had a look through them and there’s one on this morning at the library at 11. ‘Time to rhyme’ I think it’s called? Yasmin would love that so I thought maybe you could take her to that since you’re not working?’
This is mam all over, but before I can even think of objecting dad walks in, kisses mam on the cheek and then kisses my cheek and hands me £20.
“Maybe you could could go to a cafe of something after that library thing with Yasmin to save you having to cook her lunch? She’d love that. A right treat for my beautiful daughters.”
I’m trapped. They are going out anyway and they know I won’t ever abandon any of my siblings, and especially Yasmin. I’ve been set up…again. By the time I’ve finished my tea they’ve both left, waving goodbye and kissing Yasmin on their way out and leaving me to now stop her crying. Oh joy!
After I lift Yasmin out the jumperoo, change her, wash her and dress her, I look at the time. It’s already almost 10:30. I switch on the TV but even the kids channels aren’t settling Yasmin so I get her buggy out from the under stair cupboard and get a coat for us both and decide to take her to the thing at the library anyway. In the buggy Yasmin is at least more settled, while it’s moving anyway, and the rain cover keeps her dry from the light shower starting. But my mind and mood are darker than the approaching clouds and while I walk towards the end of the estate I can’t help thinking what if I had work this morning? What if the McGintley’s had decided to employ me and I had made plans with Chelsea? As much as I adore Yasmin she’s my sister not my daughter and I’m sick of being left to do everything for everyone all the time. If I could just work out a way to get a job like Shaun or Aisling and move out. Even if it was just a room somewhere, anywhere.
The rhyme thing actually was quite fun, though of course everyone assumed Yasmin was my daughter and loads commented on how cute she is. I knew they wanted to comment on her Downs but it’s like the elephant in the room and left unspoken. We’re all offered juice and biscuits with the librarian saying she wished it could be tea or coffee but health and safety prevented it. I brought one of Yasmin’s baby bottles with milk in for her so while she has some of that I drink a plastic tumbler of diluting juice. It feels weird being in the kids room in the library but the whole building makes me smile thinking back to the last time I was here. Putting on my coat to leave I feel something in my pocket and guilt washes over me. It’s the McGintley’s card I took from here last week! I get Yasmin strapped in the buggy and pull the rain cover on and stop in the corridor to slip the card back onto the community notice board. There’s a new card been put up where this one was and I can’t help reading it. Now my mind is thinking all sorts, though I don’t feel I can actually remove that other card.
If only I had a job!
Walking back home in the pouring rain my mind is in a whirl. What if I could move out? What if I could afford that room to rent that was advertised?
It’s too wet to go to any cafe and there’s food at home so I make something for the baby and myself and then wash up. Yasmin is grumpy because she’s tired so I lie on the couch and put some music on and cuddle her until she falls asleep. She cuddles in but we are rudely woken by the house phone ringing. Leaving Yasmin lying on the sofa propped in with cushions I go to answer the phone. It’s St.Christopher’s school. Rory has been sick and needs picked up right away.
I sigh, stuck between now needing to get Rory from school and wanting to let Yasmin nap. I find the baby sling, carefully strap a half asleep Yasmin in, put my coat on as best I can and grab an umbrella. As I walk the short distance to the school I realise I haven’t even so much as got to pee since I woke this morning. That tea mum made me this morning, the juice at the library, then another mug of tea with my lunch is weighing heavy on my bladder.
As soon as I get Rory home safely I’ll run upstairs to the loo! |
Chapter 26:
Liam
I wake from my nap with a jump to the noise of my phone ringing. Half asleep I answer with a rough ‘hello’. It’s just Gareth doing a quick call to see if I am still calm and asking if I’ve thought any more about advertising for a flat mate. He’s delighted when I confirm I have six adverts up locally and I was hoping the phone was someone responding. We both laugh as he role plays asking if I have a room to rent because his girlfriend is super possessive, mega controlling and his future in-laws are 100 times worse! It does sound funny coming from him, the man who has a great career, beautiful wife, two kids, a dog and owns not just a five bedroom home in London but a 2nd home in Yorkshire too! He doesn’t know the half of what went on but still I haven’t laughed this much in ages and it feels great…well apart from the fact it’s increasing my sudden and urgent need to pee which hasn’t been helped by the fact my stomach is empty but I’ve been drinking loads of water. There’s no way I am going to go to the bathroom whilst talking to my best friend though but so as soon as we finish the call I’ll need to go.
I feel so much better after chatting to Gareth, I always do. I’m just making my way to the bathroom when my mobile rings again. Worried I might miss someone calling about the room I decide to hold my bladder a bit longer to answer my mobile again. The voice on the other end is foreign and I struggle to make out what he’s saying. I pace around the small living room trying to repeat what he’s saying until I can just about work out that his name is Flavius, he’s an HGV driver and he’s pulled in for fuel and seen my card at the petrol station. He asks the postcode and address of the flat and in my state of really needing to pee plus his lack of English, combined with my hunger, I panic that he plans to turn up in an HGV right now! He keeps talking though, asking a lot of questions that I can barely work out properly, and my patience is fast running out now he’s been on the phone nearly twenty minutes and I am having to squeeze my dick I’m so bursting.
Then as if that isn’t enough it’s like the whole world is against me suddenly and there’s a knock on my door! Eager to get Flavius off the phone and whoever is at my door away so I can get some privacy to piss in my own home I hang up the phone and pull my front door open. There an Eastern European man is standing smiling at me with his hand out for me to shake! He introduces himself as Flavius Petrescru and immediately pulls out a load of cards from his pockets of all sorts of foreign ID. I’m holding the door open with one hand as I quickly shake his other hand as he steps inside and I close the door.
He confidently shows himself around what little space their is and I cringe as he opens the bathroom door and I can clearly see my own toilet torturing me as I try to hide my desperation from the stranger in my own flat. Meanwhile Flavius is nodding and getting animated as he steps into the small kitchen and opens my fridge and freezer. There’s so little there I wonder what he’s thinking but then he turns and pulls out a photo from his wallet and names all the people on it pointing to them one by one.It appears back home he is married with children and looking for somewhere to sleep when he’s working in Bangor. My head is spinning with questions that I know he probably won’t understand so I smile, nod and move eagerly from foot to foot wondering if he plans on staying much longer as right now I urgently want to use my own toilet but it seems highly inappropriate while he’s here. He opens my washing machine and gets animated using his hands to spin in a circle. I nod assuming he asking if it works and he can use it if he gets the room.
Using gestures he asks if he can sit down and he pulls out an invoice from his back pocket. This one is in English and I can see it’s clearly from the local Travel Lodge. Glancing at it I can see it’s paid, reassuring me not only that Flavius is genuine but that he does stay in Bangor for some nights regularly and he has enough money to pay his bills. I’m also shocked at the price he pays and can now see why my tiny room with access to his own facilities to cook a meal, wash clothes and sit and relax must suddenly appeal. With the use of a small diary he points to the days he wants the room this coming month and writes the total it would cost in the corner of one page. I nod seeing that he’s happy to pay the full weekly amount even though he will only want to stay on limited nights.
It seems crazy but my need for money, the idea I might still have my own space for several nights a week but still get income for the full week, combined with the throbbing in my bladder making me desperately want Flavius to leave, makes me decide that, at least for now, this might work. I’m trying to work out how to ask Flavius for a deposit when he readily open his wallet and counts out £120. Even if I never see him again at least I now have his deposit.
Gareth would at least be pleased at that.
I shake hands with my new flat mate, struggling to stay still because I’m dying to pee, stand up and head towards my front door. I’m just about to shake hands with him again and close the door so I can finally use my bathroom when he wedges the door open with his foot and mimics writing with his hand. I’m near pissing myself now and trying to urgently work out what he wants before I have a huge accident when it suddenly comes to me: he’s asking for a receipt for his money.
Shit. I need to write him out one super super quick before my jeans darken and warn urine runs down my legs. |
Chapter 29:
Megan
Looking at myself in the mirrored wardrobe in the darkened bedroom of my parents I look absolutely crazy! One second my legs are crossed, then I am bent forwards, then dancing, then clutching my stomach, then bend down on my hunkers like I am sitting on a low stool, all the while one hand wedged firmly down the front of my skirt and inside my knickers feeling my wet vagina raging and throbbing so hard it’s pounding against my fingers trying to swallow them up. I need to keep silent as Yasmin is sleeping in the cot nearby, Rory is unwell next door and Theresa could come out the bathroom any second! My body is so desperate and the need to urinate is all consuming. I’m sweating, swearing under my breath, and I can’t think of anything other than how desperately I need the toilet.
I can feel my hand getting warm and wet and I know it’s going to happen: I’m going to burst here in my parents room the same way I burst in the launderette in front of that English man! Even if Theresa gets out now I won’t make it.
In a panic I slide open the wardrobe and grab the first thing I can reach. It feels like some sort of spare bedding, but smaller. There’s no time to investigate properly as I lie it on the floor between my feet, hunch my long skirt up and simultaneously kneel down with my legs apart and my bum hovering above and slightly to the back of whatever it is I just grabbed. Immediately I start urinating violently through my panties and tights the very same way I did back in the launderette in my leggings. Whatever it is I am peeing onto must be waterproof as my urine splashes noisily and pools in the centre forming a growing puddle that I can see is about to leak over the sides onto the carpet. I try to reposition myself but it’s impossible without falling over and I can’t stop peeing as the warmth runs down my inside legs and I can feel it under my feet inside my nylon tights. Oh Jesus how badly I needed this as my heart rate stays raised and adrenaline soars through me as I can see mam and dad’s bedroom carpet getting wetter and wetter.
Theresa comes out the bathroom casually and I hear her going back downstairs while I am still peeing hiding in the room. Yasmin is snoring lightly and I can’t hear Rory, but just as my stomach is in knots at the realisation of what I am doing and how I can sort it I hear mam and dad come in the front door and it sounds like one of them is coming upstairs! I finally stop peeing and step over the wet material on the floor and the sodden carpet, slip my soaking wet tights and knickers off urgently and scrunch the wet sheet (which I now realise was a spare mattress protector for the cot) plus my wet clothes and push them as far under Yasmin’s cot as I can. Just as I stand up again mam opens the door of the room and walks in!
Mam looks right at me, without turning the light on thankfully. I put my fingers to my mouth to indicate for her to be quiet and point down at Yasmin asleep. Trying not to show how out of breath I am, and with droplets of urine tickling my inside leg as they dribble down, I whisper, “Just popped up to check on the baby and Rory. Rory was sent home from school earlier as he’s sick. I gave him some paracetamol not long ago and he’s resting in his room. Theresa is home and I was just going to see what’s in for dinner in a minute.”
Mam looks as shocked to see me in her room as I am to see her. I’m not sure what she came in the room for but whatever it was she’s either forgotten or got distracted because after hearing everything I said she turns to look in on Rory and then heads slowly back downstairs. I use my foot to kick the wet things even further under the cot for now, hoping no-one will find them, then I slip to the toilet to dry my legs and pubic area with toilet paper and sit on the loo to get my breath back. Waiting until the coast is clear I run from the bathroom to the room I currently share with Theresa and quickly put on fresh knickers and tights, praying no-one else happens to come upstairs and catch me.
I need to think how I am going to sort the wet stuff under the cot but I’m equally worried that mam or dad will feel the wet carpet in their room later and I have no idea yet how I will explain that. Terrified mam will question what took me so long to check on Yasmin and Rory I race downstairs, taking them two at a time, and go straight to the kitchen where dad is standing waiting on the kettle to boil, two mugs with tea bags in sitting right in front of it and milk on the counter. There’s a cup of coffee sitting at the dining table, which I assume Theresa just finished making for me, so I head right there, sit down and take a warm sip to calm my nerves.
“You had a nice day then Meg? Theresa said Rory was sent home from school? I’ll pop up in a minute and see how he is. Thanks for going to pick him up love. You know we appreciate it.”
I can’t look him in the eye but I feel I need to reply and act normal.
“It’s no problem dad. I’m sure it’s just a 24 hour thing with Rory. Oh and Yasmin loved that time to rhyme group this morning.. She was trying to copy the actions and everything. So cute she was! Tired her out though. She’s napping now. How did you and mam get on with everything?”
“I think we’re mostly sorted now but you know what your mam is like. I’m sure she’ll find another 101 things to do before the big day don’t you?”
I nod and slurp my coffee holding the mug with both hands and avoiding eye contact with my father. Mam and Theresa are talking in the room next door and I hear Anthony come in from school and head upstairs. The house is carrying on as if all is normal but my heart is pounding and my head thumping at the thought of what I’ve just done.
I must find a way to get the wet things downstairs and in the wash without anyone seeing, but how? |
Chapter 30:
Liam
I wake up feeling nervous after another restless night. I have this foreboding feeling hanging over me which isn’t helped by an early text from Gareth saying he’s seen a post shared about me on Facebook. Lauren is at her old tricks again and posted some made up story about me making off with her money, her expensive watch, an antique necklace that’s a family air loom and driving away in her Porsche. It’s exactly the sort of thing I expected from her when I left and the only thing shocking me is the time it took her to do it. Of course everyone is sharing and commenting believing it all and Gareth says the comments are hilarious, or they would be if they weren’t actually about me.
Only Gareth and Aunt Ella know where I am so I hope Lauren hasn’t seriously reported her lies to the police so neither of them need to get involved. I thank Gareth for letting me know then get ready for work. I’m on shift with Ryan again and I am grateful to actually have a sandwich with me I made from home and cheap Lidl crisps with my bottled tap water on our lunch break for once. The shift involves some busy roads and roundabouts today so there’s very little chat and a lot of focussed work. By the time I head home after being dropped off at headquarters I am surprisingly tired and, as always, very keen to get back to use my toilet!
I’m home less than an hour when there’s a knock at the door and Flavius smiles at me with a small sports bag in his hand. I welcome him in and apologise that I haven’t made the futon into a bed yet, though it’s hard to know if he understands me. I hand him some bedding anyway which he takes to the small room with his suitcase. He comes straight out again and points to the kitchen and I make out from his broken English that he wants something to eat. I am only changing him for the room not food and I feel awkward as he opens my fridge and freezer and looks around. Thankfully he mimes a circle with his hands and I guess he wants pizza so I use my mobile to bring up just eat and he thankfully uses his own phone and card to order himself a pizza and big bottle of cola. I haven’t made my own tea yet so I go into the kitchen and see what I can cook myself, all the time feeling awkward and strange having someone else in the flat.
I guess it will take time to settle into the idea of having a flat mate and on the positive Flavius did actually turn up and he even offered me some of his pizza when it came, which was nice of him. I stick to drinking tap water but notice he drinks the full 1 and a half litre bottle of cola himself. I clean up then switch on the TV while Flavius texts on his phone opposite me and then makes some calls . After this he goes to his room and comes back with some sort of novel which he reads, though of course it’s in his own language so I have no idea what it’s about.
After us sitting silently for a while, me wishing I had some fags left and Flavius reading, I go into the kitchen and bring a mug in to offer Flavius a drink. He nods and I return with a jar of cheap coffee and tea bags and he points to the tea bags and smiles. I return with a mug of tea for him with no milk or sugar as I don’t know what he takes. I place my mug down then come back in with milk and sugar but he beckons that he wants neither. I try and make conversation but it’s very stressful with the language barrier between us so I have no idea when he might leave tomorrow, if at all. I don’t have work tomorrow but I do have an appointment in the afternoon and the thought of a full day with someone I don’t know who barely knows any English in my own flat is very stressful. I wonder if it’s too late at night to text Gareth and moan how crazy his idea was? It’s past 11pm so I’ll update him on my awkward evening tomorrow.
I’m just about to head to my room when I see Flavius stand awkwardly with a hand in his pocket. I assume he too is heading to bed but as I’m going to piss and brush my teeth first I head to the bathroom, actually remembering to lock the bathroom door for once. When I come out he’s standing there right in front of me, openly holding his crotch with his legs crossed. I go to my room next door to the bathroom, suddenly recalling that this is the first Flavius has used the bathroom since he got here over four hours ago! As I strip my clothes off for bed I can hear my flat mate next door pissing a storm. It brings back strong powerful memories again of the noise, smell and sight of that day in the launderette when that beautiful sexy Irish girl pissed herself, and as I get under the duvet I can feel my erection growing imagining her pissing all over me rather than herself.
I really really need to cum but can’t help feeling awkward about stroking myself with Flavius so close in the other room. I hope he goes in the morning because my balls ache with desire for that Irish girl like they have done every bloody night since I set eyes on her! Why didn’t I kiss her when we met again in the library? God I regret that every bit as much as I regret ever having sex with Lauren Bennett. |
Chapter 37:
Megan
He definitely seems much calmer, happier even. I am much more comfortable leaving him to go to my appointment than I was half an hour ago. He’s clearly not unwell, though judging how quickly he demolished his coffee and soup I reckon he might have been very hungry and thirsty. Maybe his blood sugar dropped suddenly or something?
I like him. Like really like him. When he goes to drink from his empty mug I instantly ask if he’d like another mug. I am so happy he said yes. So ridiculously happy. I take my time finishing my own soup and coffee and when the waitress returns I order another two coffees and two scones just because I actually have the money for once. He keeps staring at me, smiling, and I can tell he wants to say something but nothing comes out his mouth. We are still two total strangers, even if our lives have very briefly collided a few times before.
The silence is awkward and I am acutely aware this is a public place and I don’t want him mentioning either what happened in the launderette a few weeks ago or the library incident. People might overhear. I can’t ever allow that! So I decide to open conversation on something neutral.
‘You’re not from round here then? What brings you to Bangor?’
He hesitates, like he’s about to say something but then changes his mind. After a short pause he finally answers just as our second coffees and scones appear.
Nodding a thanks to the waitress his eye return to mine as he finally answers me.
“I needed a fresh start. My friend Gareth suggested Northern Ireland so I started looking for flats. When I said I had found one in Bangor that looked decent and wasn’t wanting silly money for a deposit he said he had family here but to be warned as his cousin had told him the council would change you to sit on the sand on the beach if they could! Seemingly, he told me later, that they had had a wheely bin stolen and set on fire and the council had charged them some ridiculous amount for a replacement or something. He also said he used to visit in the summer holidays as a kid and the only other thing he remembered was that the council had closed all the public toilets at the sea front. But, taking all that into consideration I rented the flat anyway.”
“Ah. Well you can blame my brother for one of those at least!”
“Iain?”
“No, he’s at university still. Shaun. He works for the council. Head of cleansing department. He would have set the price for the wheely bin. Didn’t close the toilets mind. That was another department. Shaun says it’s all down to money. I guess everything is when you think about it really.”
He takes a sip of his coffee but then almost spits it out in shock. I’ve no idea what I said but his eyes widen in curiosity and his eyebrows raise. It’s rather cute to be honest but I can’t help wondering what I said.
‘Shaun Murphy?’
‘Yes! His reputation precedes him again I assume? What’s he been charging you for then? Forgotten to get your uplift or something?’
‘Emmm. Nothing. He’s my…boss.’
I twiddle with my crucification necklace and look down in embarrassment. How dare I slag my own brother off to a stranger like that! What if he goes back and tells him? Oh God I’ll never hear the end of it now. I can’t look at him now, I’m so ashamed. With my head bowed and both hands now around my coffee mug I reply meekly.
‘Sorry. He’s a decent guy really. Just gets a bit passionate about his job. Even his wife says so at times but he’s honestly ok. I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.’
I hear him chuckle a little, quietly but audibly. He then reaches across the table and uses his index finger to lift my chin a little. It feels lovely to be touched by him, even by just his finger on my chin.
‘Nothing to apologise for. Anyway I’ve only been working for him a few weeks. Not even had my first wage packet yet in fact. I only know him because he did my training for a few days. Besides I’m sure he only charged Gareth’s cousin what one of those bins costs. I don’t suppose those things are that cheap anyway. And as for public toilets, we’ll they closed hundreds of those in England too so that’s not just a Bangor thing. Obviously the people deciding these things never need to use a convenience themselves eh!’
That made me smile, and even laugh a little.
‘So what do you do? You a bin man?’
The second I ask I feel silly. What business is it of mine anyway and I suddenly have this flashback to seeing him approaching the library with a high vis vest on and a litter picker and bin bags in his hand. God I feel stupid! Of course he’s not a bin man. He must think I’m an idiot!
‘Nah. Not been promoted to that yet. Just your average litter picker. Paid to pick up other’s crap, that’s me.’
I thought I’d regret asking him if he was a bin man…but then I say something even worse! If only the ground underneath me would swallow me up right now. Why oh why did I reveal my useless, good for nothing, benefit scrounger status to a stranger? The only thing redeeming me just a little is the extra bit I add on embarrassingly at the end.
“Well at least you are smart enough to get a job, unlike me….though I start a new job later this week. It’s only 8 hours a week mind you…” |
Chapter 38:
Liam
Trust me to have a crush on my bosses sister! You couldn’t write my disastrous life if you tried! I guess I had better pull back a bit, though my crotch certainly doesn’t agree with that idea in any way. I didn’t cum last night or this morning and right now my dick is screaming at me. Thank fuck for the table hiding it!
I am determined not to drink this second coffee as quickly because I don’t want this time with Megan to end. I still can’t quite believe I am with her and a huge part of me feels this is all just a dream. But she’s there alright, chatting away to me like she’s known me forever. It’s so incredible. I’ve never just sat and talked like this with a woman. With Lauren it was intense from the word go. Like getting in a car for a Sunday drive only to discover you’re on a race track and every twist and turn is hazardous, precarious and gives you an adrenalin high. I should have known it would end badly. I should have seen the car crash coming miles away, but by then she had me well and truly belted in with the central locking on too! Just thinking of her causes that horrible panicky feeling to return.
But this is so different. It’s refreshing, easy, and natural, though my body could easy race forward to some physical stuff at the sound of a starting gun. Believe me when I say I’m all prepared and ready!
She tells me she’s just got herself a new job and I pat the back of her hand gently, gaze at her beautiful face and congratulate her. If I had the means I’d employ her myself to work for me 24/7 just so I could hear her voice and see her face anytime I wanted! I take another sip of coffee to try and calm my racing thoughts. Is it appropriate to ask what her new job is? I’ve told her mine so I guess so.
‘So what’s your new job then? I’m 100% sure it can’t be as bad as litter picker.’
‘Care assistant’
‘Wow! Now that’s a proper job. In a nursing home?’
‘No, though our Theresa works in one of those, just at the other side of town a few miles from here. I’m going to be caring for a young disabled girl. Take her out places to give her parents a break and give her time away from them too. I’m really looking forward to it but I’m really nervous too. Not sure when I start but I’ll find out later this afternoon I expect.’
‘Wow. That’s a big responsibility. Go you! I don’t suppose we’ll be meeting again in the launderette or library again then eh?’
I wink at her then suddenly regret it. I’m coming on too heavy and it’s not cool. I just have to mess up everything don’t I? Why did I have to bring those places up? Immediately I mention them she starts looking around anxiously, twirling her hair in her fingers and fiddling with her necklace. Her face turns red and she no longer gives me eye contact. I’m an idiot. What was it she said about my surname? Saint of lost causes and desperate situations I think. There I go living up to that again!
I think she’s about to get up and leave but she just moves her chair a little closer and her face is now so close I can feel her breath on my cheeks. God how I long to kiss her!
“I am really sorry about what happened in the launderette that day”, she says quietly, her cheeks turning pink and her eyes filled with emotion. “I have been to confession and asked for my sins to be forgiven. I was upset, fed up and bored waiting and I foolishly spent my money on gluttony and drank two much. I hadn’t even realised the launderette didn’t have…”
She pauses slightly to take a deep breath and check no-one can hear. She even takes a gulp of her coffee before finishing. I am captivated, on edge in every way possible and frozen in excitement and intrigue.
“Well… you know. It really was an accident and as I said I have done my penance and paid my price, though Father was so understanding. Still I am immensely sorry you had to see me like that.”
Oh God I need to reassure her! Think Liam think! Seeing her so wracked with guilt over something that was not her fault and which turned me on more than anything else ever in my life seems so wrong. I already know it was an accident, in fact that’s the very thing that makes it hot as hell and I know she did everything she could to not let it happen. Again that’s the very thing that is tattooed permanently in my mind and replayed daily. But I barely know this girl, well the real life version anyway, and my heart is beating so fast my mouth has gone dry. But I HAVE to say something. I HAVE to.
Drinking the rest of my coffee to moisten my throat enough to form coherent speech I only hope she can’t sense just how turned on I am right now, how much I lust after her, how much I want her.
“Please don’t apologise. Of course it was an accident. Of all people I know that. You only need to recall the terrible state I was in at the library remember? Now THAT was embarrassing! I can’t apologise enough for walking in on you like that. I really can’t. And then for…”
I look away, partly from embarrassment but partly so I can slip my hand down to my dick which is so erect, so desperate, and ever so close to leaving a mark on my jeans. I can feel my face burning and my hands shaking. I glance back at her and I’m sure I see the hint of a smile, a rosiness in her cheeks. She twiddles that necklace of hers again then shyly sits back again on her chair, removing that intimacy enough between us so that she now has to speak in a slightly louder volume.
“Probably best we just don’t talk about those things. Now you have had something to eat and drink you look so much better. You looked awful back at the church. I hope you don’t mind me saying so. Unfortunately, as I said, I have an appointment to get to so I hope the rest of your day goes ok Liam.”
She reaches out her hand to shake mine and I shake her hand praying I will see her again and screaming at myself to get her number. My mouth is open trying to find the words to ask her but before I can say anything she’s already standing up, pushing her chair in and she’s heading to the till to pay. |
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