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Camping Accident, Part One
POV: Eleanor
"Hey, do you think we can go outside again soon?" I asked Paige. I got no answer. I sat up so I could see what she was doing and she appeared to be sleeping. I huffed. About five hours ago, we learned that the camper bathroom overflows when it's flushed. I went with her to go outside probably three hours ago and I couldn't get the floodgates to open. I kind of had to go, but I was really only going because she was going. She had a hissing river to let out. All I did was fart. As for my current situation, I'd been squirming for a long time and I was beyond ready to relieve myself, but I felt so bad waking people up.
I paced up and down the camper, patting my vagina. I was seriously considering using the toilet. The flush would probably wake her up anyway, though. But the sink...
I pulled my pants down my thighs and hopped up, trying to position my plus sized ass over this tiny sink. I couldn't let it out fast enough; it was like the stream was sitting at the end of my urethra, ready to come out at any moment. It didn't jet as planned, though, and I ended up squirting pee onto the counter and floor, wetting my undies. With both hands I managed to stem the flow, wincing and hopping off so I could double over and squeeze my thighs together. I pulled my pants back up and ripped off some paper towels to clean up, squirming the entire time.
Later, I was sitting on my knees digging my heel into my crotch. Subtle waves of pleasure were swirling in my belly, reaching down through my bursting bladder and into my nether regions. I really didn't want to go outside by myself, so I decided to at least try to make it until morning...
POV: Paige
Someone shook me awake frantically. It was Eleanor, her cute, panicked face whispering inches from mine.
"I have to pee really bad!" she was clearly unable to keep still. It always took me a minute to get out of sleep mode. She shook me again. "Come onnn, I really have to go!"
"Okay, okay..." I mumbled, climbing out of bed. I had to accompany her to relieve herself because she was afraid of going outside in the dark alone. I took my time because I really liked watching Eleanor desperately trying to keep her piss inside of her. It happened often, and I was always enamored by the frantic way she moved her body. Her hips did most of the work in the awkward, desperate dance she'd have going on. Gyrating, sticking her butt out or to the side while her legs twisted up under her... I had apparently slept through the earlier, more casual stages of her desperation, which consisted of stepping around, patting herself, lifting her legs up like she was marching, and subtle squirming... I was witnessing a situation much more serious than that. This was an emergency.
"Hurry, pleasee!!" she whined as I tiredly unrolled my socks. "You don't even need your shoes!"
"I don't want to step on something."
"Ohhh...!" She was kicking her feet back, her hands clutching her crotch tightly. She turned away from me and bent over.
"You okay?" I asked.
"No, I have to pee really, really badly," she said, turning back around. She was squirming madly, and her face was really flushed. I could see her perspiring from how much she was struggling. She stuck her hands down the front of her leggings.
"Ew!" I said jokingly.
"I'm gonna pee myself if you don't hurry up right now, Paige," she said, "I'm being serious. I need you to come outside with me right now so I can pee."
"I'm going as fast as I can," I said.
"No, you're being slow as fuck!" she said and started jumping up and down. "I have to pee so bad! I can't take it anymore, dude!"
"Okay, you gotta calm down."
"It hurtssss..."
"Okay, I'm ready--" I started to say, when a noise like a thud and some skittering came from outside. "What was that?"
"What?" Eleanor asked, stepping side to side and holding her crotch.
I peeked outside the window and saw only darkness. "You didn't hear that?"
"Hear what??" she asked impatiently.
POV: Eleanor
When I didn't get an answer the second time, I groaned miserably. I walked over to it and fell face-down on the couch, both hands still squeezing between my legs. My bladder seriously felt like it was about to burst.
Sometimes I think about why I'm doing this to myself. I'm sure if I rushed outside, Paige would be right behind me.
I've known Paige forever. When she told me about how often she held in her pee and why, it explained a lot of her strange behavior around going to the bathroom. She presented the pastime to me like she was revealing a strange discovery, piqueing my interest and leading me to try it. I'm aware of the sexual aspect of it and I don't suspect any creepiness. It wasn't manipulative; it was a genuine confidement of a strange, guilty pleasure. I knew what she meant and had felt it before, but had never intentionally induced it before. Before I knew it, my bladder was busting every other day. It was for the feeling I felt at that moment: the tingling sensation of pleasure that spread from my bladder to my peehole. I wasn't quite pushing my way to relief, and I think Paige knew that.
As I sat up and squirmed in the seat about 15 minutes later, cradling my screaming bladder on the verge of tears, I realized the pleasure feelings I'd noticed when my bladder had been manageably full were beginning to be eclipsed by intense discomfort. I rubbed my swollen belly and felt how tight and distended with pee I was. I was so full it hurt. I got up and started pacing around again, but I could feel my legs start to buckle beneath me.
"P-Paige, I really c-can't wait anymore..." I stuttered, dropping to my knees with my hands between my thighs.
"I'm serious, El, I swear I heard something," she said. "It's freakin' me out."
"Come on, it was p-probably just an animal," I told her as I doubled over. I stuck my hand in my underwear again to squeeze myself. I hadn't noticed any further leakage, but my pussy was soaked.
Paige got up and started trying to shine a flashlight out the window. "Dude, come on!" I said, annoyed. "I'm f-fucking dying, man, let's just go really quick!"
"Alright, alright! Sheesh." I scrambled behind her as she started to unlock the door. "Bet you don't even have to go that bad," she said, and thwapped my belly with the back of her fingers.
"Ughh!" I exclaimed, doubling over. It fucking hurt, and it pissed me off. But something weird happened. It sent shockwaves of pleasure through the region, so intense it almost alleviated my desperation for a second. Almost.
I was still recoiling from what happened when Paige called from outside.
"Are you coming?" she asked, "it's creepy as hell out here."
My entire body was trembling. I carefully stepped outside, holding myself with one hand and rubbing my bladder with the other. I pushed on it gingerly, seeing if I could find that feeling again, but it just hurt. Oh my god, I had to piss.
"Well, are you gonna go?" Paige asked.
"W-When you smacked my b-bladder, it felt really good for a s-second..."
"Whoa, really?"
"But it hurt too!"
"Do you want me to do it again?"
"N-no! I d- I don't think... oh f-fuck!" I was pissing myself. It took me a few seconds to wrestle my pants down, enough time for my pee stream to make it down my legs and through the fabric. I was already peeing full force by the time it was out of the way. Immense pleasure came in waves through my privates, the strength of the stream against my urethra enough to stimulate it even more. It was blissful, but...
"Oh, El, why are you crying?" Paige asked. I could hear genuine sympathy in her voice and it made me feel better.
"I don't know, I p-pissed my fucking pants," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "It's embarrassing."
"It's happened to me before," she said, rubbing my back. "You've seen it. I'm not judging you. I know you really had to go. I'm really sorry I hit you and made you wait."
My stream was still going strong. I was thinking about the time I came back from the bathroom to see her in soggy pants, taking off her soiled bedsheets. "I know you aren't judging me," I laughed. "Oh, god... Could you bring me something to wipe with?" |
Camping Accident, Part 2
I wiped my pussy and pulled up my soaked pants. A little later, I was standing at the sink completely naked from the waist down, wetting paper towels and wiping my legs off. Paige was facing the wall for my privacy, sipping from something.
"Are you really drinking a monster right now?" I asked, "it's like four in the morning."
"Yeah," she laughed, taking one last sip and tossing the can in the trash. "Are you done yet? I wanna get another."
"In a second," I replied, pulling on some shorts. I grabbed one and handed it to her.
"Thanks. Are you okay?"
"I was okay before," I said, sitting down beside her. "I just haven't pee'd my pants since I was little. It was kind of a shock."
I noticed Paige was wriggling a bit as she cracked open the can and drank it. "It's always my own fault when I pee my pants," she chuckled.
"I have to pee again already," I said. It was a small urge, but there nonetheless.
"Always gotta pee again right after you have to go really bad."
"Come with me outside real quick?"
"In a minute," she said, taking the last gulp. I'd never seen people down drinks faster than Paige.
I didn't ask again for a while. Sitting up on the bed, I felt like I could fall asleep right there like that, but I knew I shouldn't. I had to urinate really bad again. I knew the volume of liquid wasn't even close to what I was holding in before, but my pee muscles were so tired. I'd be humiliated if I wet the bed.
Paige was doing something on her computer, curled up in a ball leaning on my shoulder. "Do you want to go outside now?" I asked.
She grunted tiredly in response.
"I really gotta go," I said, drumming my fingers on my crotch as I tensed and untensed my thighs and butt. I felt like I was going to leak.
Paige stood up on her knees next to me. "Get me back," she said.
"What?"
"I have to pee really bad right now," she said, "I hit you in the belly earlier. I don't think I have to go as bad as you did, but just get me back."
"But I don't want to hit you."
"Dude, you're making me feel bad," she said, starting to fidget. "Just smack me as hard as I smacked you."
"You didn't even smack me, it was like a-" I lightly tapped her in the belly.
"That was so light," she laughed.
"I don't know, man!" Laughing almost made me pee. I pinched between my legs and rocked side to side.
I guess a wave hit her because Paige suddenly stuck her butt out before sitting on her heel. "I just wanna see what you meant when you said it felt really good when I hit you," she said, moving her hips to rub her crotch into her heel.
"Well, it still hurt."
"I figured it did," she said. "Holding it 'till you bust still hurts, but its worth it to feel good. I promise you don't have to feel bad about hitting me." She stood up on her knees again, giving herself a squeeze before lifting her shirt above her belly button. "Just real quick!"
I hesitated, then hit her the same way she hit me. I could tell she was full of liquid by the sound her stomach made. "Like that?" I asked.
She hesitated before saying, "Try doing it harder."
I winced and squeezed myself, leaning forward for a second because my bladder was sending out waves of urgency. I just wanted to go outside already, so I tried not to overthink it. I just hit her. I knew it was too hard as soon as i did it.
"Oomf!" the blow made her recoil and double over.
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said, still doubled over and sounding strained. "Don't be sorry, I asked you to. It doesn't hurt that much, I kind of overreacted..."
"I'm sorry, Paige."
"It's okay!" She sat up, holding herself and gyrating her hips. "Do you want to go outside now?"
I almost didn't make it. I spurted as I was unlocking the door, and burst as soon as my pants were down. Paige was holding her bladder as she urinated.
"Are you okay?" I asked, "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."
"El, I'm fine I swear!" she replied, "I wanted you to do that, I was asking you to."
"Did it feel good at all?"
A slight pause. "Yeah," she replied, "a little bit I think."
POV: Paige
My bladder was still aching from the hit. It really did hurt a lot. It sent a jet of urine into my underwear when it happened, too. I did it to myself, though. I was still intrigued by that feeling she described. I wanted to try again. Just not now.
>>This last part contains some poop stuff, so skip to the next entry if that isn't your thing!<<
Getting hit in the stomach was a great discomfort for a couple of reasons. I'd been harboring a different fullness in my belly for quite some time. It'd go away and come back, but now as I was squatting and pissing, it felt ready to come out. Actually, it felt more than ready to come out. I cut my stream short because I just couldn't relax down there anymore. I had to go soon.
But it was really dark. I waited much longer than I wanted to because I get anxious enough just being outside at night right in front of the camper
I considered how long it was until I would be home, or at least near a gas station. Hours at least. I stood up and pulled my pants up, deciding to continue to try to wait it out.
We went back inside and layed down on the bed. I looked on my phone just to distract myself.
"Are you sure I didn't hit you too hard?"
"Absolutely. I'm fine, El." I could feel my lower abdomen cramping, my belly bloated with shit. A little bit later, a bunch of gas bubbled up in my colon. I had to fart extremely badly, but I kept it in out of embarrassment. I needed to do it so urgently, though, that I was flexing my butt tightly so as to not let it out. "You awake?" I asked. When here wasn't a response, all I had to do was untense myself and it came out.
I think it was almost two hours when I decided that I couldn't take it anymore. My stomach was yowling. I was sweating. I had to poop so bad. The sun was starting to rise and pretty soon I wasn't going to have as much privacy anymore.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning my head on my knees. I felt like I was going to throw up if I didn't empty myself soon. I looked at the door and sighed tightly, clutching my groaning tummy. My heart was thumping with anxiety at the thought of going somewhere in the woods to do my business alone in the dark, but I wasn't about to ask Eleanor to accompany me.
I fell over onto my side, curling up into a fetal position. I felt stuck. When it started to feel like it was pushing itself out, I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, and rushed outside.
I was holding my butt as I went into the trees, my heart racing and my stomach swollen with fecal matter. It might have been protocol to dig a hole first, but I was confident I didn't have time. I was mumbling oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck as I scrambled to get my pants down, a long, unintentional fart pushing its way out of me.
It came shooting out as soon as I squatted down. I thought I'd never stop shitting. The pain in my belly evaporated as it was replaced with relief. I finished my business and got back to the camper as quickly as possible and I think Eleanor had no idea. |
Paige groggily answered the phone one morning. "Hello?" she mumbled.
"Hey, is this Paige?" said a somewhat familiar voice.
"Yeah..."
"This is Lana, Eleanors friend!"
"Ohh, hey what's up?" she sat up, her morning pee aching gently in her bladder.
"Nothing much, I'm just having this pool party later today and I was wondering if you wanted to come?"
"Yeah, that sounds cool! Could you send me the address? What time should I be there?"
"Yeah sure. Maybe head over at like 2?"
She checked the clock. It was noon. "Sounds good. See you there!"
She couldn't help but feel nervous, though she was excited to meet some new people. She walked over to her dresser and pulled off her pajama pants and underwear, then slipped on her bikini bottoms. Same with her shirt to don her bikini top. She pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt over it and headed for the bathroom, then stopped in her tracks.
Pool party...
She went to the kitchen and poured herself some cereal with a little more milk than usual, then she watched TV as her dull urge to urinate got stronger and more distracting. Soon it was 1 and she wondered if Lana meant leave at 2 or get there at 2. Deciding to leave at 2 and be worst case scenario fashionably late, she got a glass of water and had already drained and refilled it by the time it was 1:30. She squirmed and fanned her legs, scrolling through her phone and waiting for it to be time to leave. By the time it was, she had to go rather badly, and was scooting her butt around in the car as she drove there. A wave of urgency hit her at a stoplight. She bit her lip and giggled, rubbing her pussy as she squirmed.
She pulled into the driveway and went up to the front door, knocking sheepishly and hoping it was the right house. She stepped side to side as she waited, really needing to go to the bathroom. Somebody peeked through the blinds then opened the door.
"Paige!" Eleanor greeted, and they hugged. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!"
"Of course I came," she said, stepping inside and looking around. This girls house was huge. There was a moderate roar of voices from around the house. "Uh, where's Lana?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's hard to get to talk to her for very long at these things. Here, get something from the snack table. You wanna see the arcade?"
"Arcade?" Paige asked, grabbing a soda before being pulled upstairs. Every step was a dull throb in her full, aching bladder. "Whoaa!" she said as they walked into a huge room of arcade cabinets. "This is crazy!"
"They all say it, but you don't have coins to play 'em, you just hit start."
Paige played a round of Ms. Pac Man, then sipped her pepsi while watching Eleanor have a turn. She hadn't even realized she was crossing her legs and hurriedly stood casually again. She wondered if Eleanor would think it was weird that she was holding it in at a party. She'd do it all the time if she could. It just felt so good, and a pool party was the perfect place for it. She could let go at any time. Although she'd need to get to the pool, soon. Her need to pee was getting bad.
They took forever to leave the arcade. When they left, they got swept up talking to friends. It was fun, but her bladder only got fuller and fuller. "Do you want to go to the pool?" Paige finally asked, unable to keep from fidgeting and stepping around.
"...Yeah," she replied, leading them downstairs. A group of people Eleanor knew stopped and talked to them, forcing Paige to keep her squirming to a minimum once again as she was introduced. She barely paid attention to the conversation as it dragged on and on. She discreetly touched her fingers to her bloated bladder, the titulating sensation spreading from the swollen bulge above her pubic bone all the way through her urethra. She really didn't want to ask again, but after a while the poor girl had to pee so bad it was hurting.
"Wanna go swimming?" she asked casually, trying not to look like she was fighting her hands from tightly gripping her crotch.
"Mmm, not swimming, but we can go to the pool," Eleanor replied, heading towards the backyard.
Not swimming? Paige thought, Why else would we go to the pool!? Every step made her swollen bladder throb, but the tingling euphoria told her to keep it in. Eleanor sat on a lounge chair by the steps and Paige sat on her heel at her friend's feet, squirming and trying not to look like she was dying to piss.
"I'm not trying to force you to do something you don't feel like doing, just- how come you don't want to go swimming?"
"I don't know, I just don't wanna... take my shirt off right now," she looked around sheepishly.
Paige was trembling desperately. "Come on, El, nobody's thinking like that!" she pleaded, lowering her voice. "There's tons of people swimming here nobody cares! I wanna go but I don't wanna go without you. I know you got one on just in case!"
Eleanor smirked at her. "Alright, maybe..." she said.
"Hey, Paige, you came!" Lana said as she walked up, "you guys wanna play chicken?"
"Yeah, let's play chicken, El!" Paige was trying so hard not to leak. She'd do anything to get to the pool right now.
"Okay, let's go." She waited as Eleanor pulled off her shirt and shorts. Paige rushed into the water, ready to relax and empty her tight, bursting bladder.
"Okay, get on my shoulders," Eleanor told her as she waded past and bent down in front of her.
Paige hesitated, debating if she should start to release the torrent that was waiting right behind her tired sphincter.
"What, you want me to get on your shoulders?" Eleanor joked. Paige was much too small to carry almost anyone, but at this point she'd almost prefer to attempt it so she could have more time to relieve herself. She knew her friend wouldn't go along with it, though, and she gingerly lifted herself onto her shoulders. The back of Eleanor's head kept squishing Paige's really full bladder and it made her want to cry.
"You okay?" Eleanor asked.
"Y-yeah, why?"
"You're kind of strangling me with your thighs."
Paige released the tension in her legs. "Sorry!" she squeaked, feeling even closer to voiding her bursting bladder all over her friend.
"Okay, you ready?" Lana asked from the top of someone's shoulders. Paige nodded. "3... 2... 1... Go!"
They ran at each other, the massive amount of liquid in Paige's overswollen organ sloshing around from the movement. They shoved each other, but no one fell. They shoved each other again, and this time it made her spurt hard. Please, god, don't let Eleanor have felt that. She needed to urinate so fucking badly. The sensation in her belly was intensely painful. Her urethra was screaming. Would it be obvious if she threw the game?
Turns out she didn't need to. She froze in place as she suddenly started pissing, a torrent impossible to ignore jetting against the back of Eleanor's neck.
POV: Eleanor
I knew she was holding her pee the whole time. She's so bad at hiding it. The lip biting, the random giggling, the touching her belly... I was wondering if she wanted to go to the pool to pee. Pretty gross to pee in someone's pool if you ask me, but I bet she doesn't even think about that.
Poor Paige. She went back to strangling me with her thighs when I felt her hot piss shooting against my head, streaming down my shoulders and my back. I could hear the hissing and the splattering, but it was so loud around us I doubt anyone else noticed.
End of POV
Lana shoved her off of Eleanor's shoulders and she fell backwards into the water, the jolting movement stopping Paige from emptying any more of her bloated bladder. She came up from the water, red in the face and terrified of what Eleanor was thinking. She was under the water, no doubt rinsing herself off. She came up laughing, but her attention was to the group.
"Two outta three?" Lana said.
"I gotta go to the bathroom real quick," Eleanor replied, leaving the pool.
"What about you, Paige?"
"I-I'm okay," she shivered as she started taking a leak again, her swollen organ slightly lessening its intense discomfort. "I think I'm bad at this game."
"Oh, come on! Just one more round!"
Paige was still urinating hard as she said "maybe later, I gotta pee too."
She completely drained herself as she swam to the edge of the pool, pretending to look around for a minute while the last of her bladder contents squirted out. As soon as she was done, she got out and dried off, leaving to look for her friend. She found her leaving the bathroom on the second floor.
"You shoulda told me!" Eleanor said immediately. "I could've looked out for you. I could've done it with you and we could've looked out for each other!"
Paige looked at her, her cheeks burning red. "I thought you'd think it was weird I was doing it at your friends party..."
"I don't care about that. If you're gonna do it, I'd like to at least know so I can help you get somewhere quick if need be."
Eleanor hugged her. "Sorry..." Paige said.
"Unless you pee'd on me on purpose," El added, looking at Paige. "Did you?"
"No! Of course not," she defended.
"Oh. Just asking." |
Desperate in Public
Paige could see Eleanor squirming in the passenger seat as she saueezed a water bottle in between her thighs into her privates. She pulled into a spot in the Walmart parking lot and pulled the keys out, giving herself a squeeze and asking her friend "how're you doing?"
She was kicking her legs. "Uhh, 7/10. What about you?"
She focused on her intense need to piss. The tingling euphoria swirling in her belly, but also the heavy, throbbing sensation that was starting to hurt. "8," she said, strained. Her hands were pushing into the seat, fingers under her thighs as she rocked back and forth.
"Ready to go?" Eleanor asked, not waiting for a response as she got out of the car. Halfway through the uncomfortable walk to walmart, Paige squeezed her hands into fists in response to an intense surge of pressure urging her to urinate where she was. She struggled to maintain her composure, each step sending shockwaves of urgency through her swollen bladder. She could se El out of the corner of her eye folding her hands in front of her crotch. Niether of them showed much desperation on account of the other people around them in the store until they got to an isle with no one else around.
Eleanor crossed her legs and stuck her butt out, huffing air out of her pursed lips. "What's it look like?" she asked, scanning the shelves.
Paige was marching in place, squishing her thighs together with every leg lift. "They don't have it," she said. "These are all the wrong size."
"So we have to go somewhere else?"
"I think," she double checked, since it was hard to focus on reading the sizes when most of her concentration was on containing her busting bladder. "Alright, let's check CVS."
"Hold on," Eleanor lowered her voice, holding herself and jiggling. "Should we pee here?"
Paige blinked. "Can you make it?"
"I don't know," she stood bent over, hands on her inner thighs. "Probably."
"I'll go if you go," Paige replied, and they stood there squirming for a minute before Eleanor said "let's just go."
As they walked past the registers, a wave hit Paige that caused her to stumble. It felt like piss was going to come shooting out of her burning urethra if she didn't do something. Her hands shot to her crotch for a second, gripping tightly, then she forced them to her sides, her bursting bladder howling in distress.
They walked out the doors and Eleanor said "are you sure you don't want to pee here?"
"We're already out here," Paige said breathlessly.
"Did you leak at all?"
She shook her head. Paige's liquid waste sloshed around inside her with the movement of getting into the car, pounding with pressure and urgency.
"I have to pee so bad!" Eleanor complained as she got in the car, fanning her legs and grabbing her privates.
"I do too," Paige giggled, scooting her tingling crotch into the seat and biting her lip as she pulled out of the parking spot. Throughout the drive, she was constantly pulling the seatbelt away from the bulge of urine it was constricting. Eleanor did her one better, holding the lower part of the seatbelt with her knees as she squeezed herself and fidgeted desperately.
Right before they got to CVS, Eleanor squeaked as she pushed her body straight, gripping herself tightly before plopping back down and jerking her butt back and forth in a frantic potty dance. "Ohhh, Paige, I don't know if I can hold it much longer..."
Paige bounced on her butt, fingers wedged under her crotch and pushing into her privates. "You want to use the toilet when we get in there?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
They got there and rushed around every corner of the store looking for public restrooms.
"Can we ask to use the staff one?" Eleanor gripped her vagina with both hands, crossed her legs, and bent over.
"Let's just get our stuff and hurry home," Paige said, her intensely full bladder constantly sending cramping pangs of urgency. She couldn't stop moving as she looked for the right size on the shelf, her friend squirming just as badly beside her. "Got it!" she said, picking it up.
"Okay, please, let's go!" Eleanor whined, hugging her privates and dancing around.
"Act casual," Paige said, forcing herself to stand up straight. Her legs continued to jerk toward each other. She felt like they had to to keep all of the urine inside. Eleanor faired even worse, trembling with her hands balled into fists at her side for a few seconds before lurching forward and squeezing herself.
"I can't!" El said.
"Okay, I'll pay, you just keep dry."
"Can I have the keys?"
Paige went up to pay while her friend waited in the car. Standing at the counter waiting for a cashier to come up, had her legs crossed and she was swaying her hips side to side. Her bladder was so full she could hardly take it, but pleasure tingled from the tip of her urethra to the swollen oasis of piss inside her and she didn't want it to stop.
"Hey, sorry about that," the cashier said as he walked behind the counter. "Is this it?"
"Y-Yeah, that's it."
"$14.59."
Her legs were still crossed, and she pressed her thighs together even tighter as she counted out the money with shaky hands. Another surge of pressure came. She could feel every uncomfortable contraction of her overfilled bladder trying to squeeze any amount of urine it could. She jerked her butt back and lurched forward a little bit, leaning her elbows on the desk as she counted the cash, trying to stay as casual as possible.
"You good?" asked the cashier.
"Y-yes!" she squeaked, her cheeks turning a shade of bright red. Another contraction hit, forcing her to jolt her body even worse. A trickle of pee came out as it happened.
"We've got a bathroom in the back you can use..."
As he said it, she shoved the money at him, grabbed her merchandise, and ran for the exit.
"Yo, your change!" he said, but she couldn't go back. It was too humiliating; her visible desperation was getting too obvious for a public setting.
Paige was holding herself tightly as she rushed to the car. A bit of pee squirted out of her again as she pulled on the locked door handle of her car, then stood there squirming and jumping around until her friend unlocked the door.
"Can we go back and ask for their bathroom?" Eleanor asked, clearly overwhelmed. She was kicking her feet, scooting around in the seat, squeezing and unsqueezing her privates. Her pale face was flushed red and glistening with sweat.
"I can't go back in there," Paige replied, wincing as she started the car. "I peed a little bit when I was talking to the guy..."
"Oh, Paige..." she brought her knees up to her chest, then a couple seconds later she put them down and went back to squirming and scooting. "Did he see?"
"He didn't see the pee, but he saw me... react to it," she said as she started pulling out.
"Wait! I, uh... I don't know if I can hold it..."
"You want to go back in and ask? I'll wait out here if you want to..."
"No, nevermind! Just keep going! Let's go home," Eleanor hurriedly said.
"Home? Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said tightly, twisting up like a pretzel and scrunching up her face.
Paige was dying to piss. The drive was extraordinarily uncomfortable. It felt really good, but the pounding from her urinary system was impossible to ignore. It was so bad that it was all she could think about. She winced and groaned as her poor bladder started contracting painfully and squirting more piss out of her tired urethra. "Nnn~!" she moaned as one hand shot between her legs, gripping her vagina tightly as she squeezed every muscle in her lower body.
Suddenly, Eleanor said "can I dump out this gatorade bottle and pee in it?
"I'm drinking that!" Paige replied, jiggling her thighs.
"You're drinking something now???" she winced and jolted her butt back. "Ohmygod, well what about this pringles can?"
"Is that gonna leak?"
"I don't know!" she squeaked through a clenched jaw, doubling over and holding herself.
"And you're gonna do that in broad daylight?"
"I'm gonna have to!" she whined, squeezing herself between her legs as tight as she could. Eleanor felt like piss was about to come shooting out at the first inkling of muscular relaxation. "Don't look," she said as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her lower thighs. Unable to completely hide her vision, Paige could see quite a bit out of the corner of her eye. She pushed herself up so her butt was a few inches off the seat, then positioned the pringles can under her vagina. A second later, she huffed in frustration and plopped back down, holding herself and scooting around. Then she scooted to the edge of the seat, pringles can in place. The sound of liquid squirting into the can came for a second, followed by Eleanor jumping up and gripping her crotch.
"I-I don't know how to do it!" she whimpered, frantically trying to keep her piss in. "Some got on your seat I'm really sorry..."
"It's okay!" Paige squeaked, too preoccupied with her own battle. Her underwear was now so soggy with urine that she could feel it all the way to her butt. Her hand was wedged between her thighs and she was pushing her fingers hard into her leaking pussy, her straining urethra starting to fail against her overswollen bladder.
Eleanor moved the seat back so she could lower herself to a squat, immediately pissing hard into the pringles can. "Ohh, fuck!" she moaned, hissing and splattering emanating from the rapidly filling pringles can.
Paige scooted into herself as she started to tremble, her focus totally disregarding the pleasure of the feeling for the anxiety of at least getting to her house somewhat dry. They were only a few minutes away, but listening to her friend's loud stream she felt seconds awiay from pissing.
"Ahhh!" Eleanor whimpered, jumping onto the seat and fidgeting madly, holding a pringles can filled almost to the brim with her hot piss. "Do I dump it out? I ca- I can't--"
"I don't know!"
El covered her lap with her arms as a car went past. "You okay, Paige?" she asked, holding her bare pussy and squirming madly as she tugged her pants back up.
"I'm not gonna make it," she muttered. The walls of her tortured bladder were stretched thin, the vast contents feeling like an ocean inside her. Liquid came dribbling out of her as she slowed down to make a turn. "I want to stop somewhere and go. I'll just pop a squat."
"You got this!" her friend told her, writhing in her seat. "Hold it in! Actually, here," she rolled down the window and dumped her piss out of the pringles can. "I'll hold this in place for you if you want me to. That way, we won't have to stop."
They stopped at a stoplight. Paige gripped herself with trembling hands, jerking her butt around. "Are you sure?"
"Totally. You'd better hurry up before it turns green."
She hesitated, then she put the car in park as she pulled her pants and underwear down below her knees, pulling one foot out so she could spread her legs a bit.
"Your bladder is huge!" Eleanor commented. Paige was almost fighting back tears as she started to dribble again. "Put it in place!" she begged as she scooted to the edge of the seat.
Eleanor reached over and held it between her friend's legs. The dribbling pulsated in strength until it was a jet of streaming urine pattering against the can. Paige could feel hot fluid leaking into the middle of her seat. She didn't even care, it felt so good to finally relieve herself.
"Green," El told her. She hurriedly took the car out of park, still peeing hard, and accelerated slowly down the road. A car quickly passedbher, hopefully too fast to see what was going on. "Careful!" Eleanor suddenly said, urine overflowing from the can and splattering against the car floor.
"I-I can't stop!" Paige's thighs jerked, her stream barely even faltering.
"Uhhh," Eleanor felt her friend's hot urine leaking onto her hand and wrist. She awkwardly took the can back, spilling some of the pee around on the way to dumping it out the window.
Paige was pissing directly onto the car floor, filling her seat and soaking her legs, shoes and pants in it. "Oh, god..." she groaned miserably.
"It's okay!" Eleanor positioned it back under her friend's squirting pussy, the stream connecting with her fingers as she moved it.
"I'm really sorry," Paige apologized, her face a deep shade of red.
"It isn't the first time I'm in contact with your pee," she responded, holding herself and squirming. "Jesus Christ!" she said as Paige overflowed the can a second time. She quickly dumped it out the window, but the stream was weakening to a spurt by the time she emptied it.
Paige was fully drained for the first time in hours. "I think I have..." she was breathing heavily, "a better idea of where my limit is."
"I do too," El said, bouncing in her seat.
"Godd..." she groaned, covering her exposed privates with her hand. "I should've just peed myself. It's everywhere anyway and now I'm naked." She reached down and pulled her soaked pants and panties over her lap, covering almost everything.
"Dude, I still have to go so bad," Eleanor complained. "I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants."
They pulled into Paige's neighborhood. Eleanor squirmed madly the whole way there. As soon as they were in the driveway, she bolted to the house, then stood dancing at the locked front door while Paige pulled her cold, wet underwear and pants back on. She rushed over and unlocked the door, hurrying to her room with her friend, who practically leapt onto the toilet and started pissing hard without shutting the door. |
Desperate Shower
Eleanor woke up in Paige's bed, a night's worth of urine tightly collected in her bladder. Paige wasn't next to her. She lifted her head and tiredly looked around, spotting movement in the crack of the bathroom door. She could hear the shower running. She rolled out of bed and entered, hot steam fogging the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She went over to the shower and yanked open the curtain.
"Jesus, El!" Paige exclaimed, startled, covering her wet, naked body with her hands. "You scared me!"
Eleanor giggled, going over to the sink to spit. "That was the point," she said. She sat on the closed toilet lid while her friend showered, wriggling because the pee inside her wanted out. "Does flushing the toilet actually make the shower water burn?" she asked.
"Yeah," Paige called.
"I wanna pee and I'll just remember to flush after," she said, holding herself and stepping side to side as she raised the toilet lid. Paige popped her head out of the curtain.
"I gotta pee really bad right now, I'm holding it," she giggled, her little pink nipple visible for a second as she went back in. Eleanor stood squirming for a second, considering.
Paige poked her head out again. "You need a shower?"
Eleanor chuckled as she pulled her shirt off, then her leggings, then her underwear. There was an inkling of shyness, as there was every time she did something like this with one of her friends. She opened the curtain and stepped in. Paige was doing a potty dance as she washed shampoo out of her hair. Even though she wasn't yet completely under it, the hot water was a shock to Eleanor's bladder and she started to get antsy again. She stepped in place as she squirted shampoo into her hand, pressing her thicc thighs together and sticking her butt out as she scrubbed it into her hair. She'd hold herself if her hands weren't preoccupied. She felt like she was going to leak!
El would usually pee as soon as she entered the shower. It was almost routine, like her morning pee. Holding her morning pee in the shower was introducing a whole new level of difficulty in holding in her urine. She really, really had to go. It wasn't that the volume of urine she was holding inside her was surpassing her limit, it was the circumstances of the hold that were taxing her. While her hands were busy shampooing, her bladder managed to squeeze a squirt of piss out of her. She lurched forward and jerked her butt back so hard she fell to a squat, digging her heel hard into her nude, leaking vagina.
"You okay?" she heard her friend ask.
"Yeah..." she replied, straining her urethra shut.
"Wanna rinse your hair? Switch spots?"
Eleanor pushed herself up and stepped directly under the water, her full bladder pounding with pressure. Thighs tightly squished together and legs bent at the knees, she held her hands up to rinse them off so she could hurry up and hold her privates. Stretching like that was almost unbearable. Poor El was dying to piss.
"You got a little pee baby," Paige commented.
"Ohhh my goddd!" Eleanor moaned, her half-rinsed hands shooting between her legs as she started to dribble again. Pleasure tingled suddenly around her pussy from the pressure from her hands, up her urethra and moved through her overstretched bladder in waves. Hot water was cascading down her body, covering her in warmth as a constant reminder of her aching need. She bobbed up and down and gyrated her ass as she squirted body wash into her hands and lathered it all over her body.
"You gotta pee worse than I do!" Paige said, holding herself and kicking her legs.
"It's the waterrr!" she whined, dancing and writhing.
"Well, you definitely have a lot inside you," Paige said as she poked her friend's bulging bladder. It felt more like a jab. Eleanor squeaked and doubled over as she started pissing again, grabbing madly at her crotch and writhing frantically until the stream was stopped. She had to pee so bad she couldn't think.
"Ready to get out?" Paige asked.
"Yes!" she quickly replied, turning off the water and dancing while she waited for her friend to grab a couple of towels. Eleanor tightly held her privates, scrunching up her face and pacing back and forth in the shower. She thought it would've gotten easier to hold it once the water was off, but now she really was bursting with piss! She forced her legs apart, stepped one foot out of the shower and spurted onto the wall of the tub, buckling at the knees with the effort of stopping and dropping onto her pussy against the wall of the tub. She scooted back and forth a few times, rubbing up her pussy with both hands, before her body started releasing pee again. She whimpered and intensified her writhing, trying to hold it but being unsuccessful. Still pissing, she brought her leg over and sat on the tub wall, finally relaxing and letting herself explode. Piss shot out of her and splattered messily against the tub, covering her legs and feet.
"Oh, poor girl. You didn't make it?" her friend asked behind her.
"Holy fuck, I really needed to go," El breathed, putting a hand over her deflating bladder bulge as golden liquid spouted out of her pussy. She pissed for what seemed like forever.
"You might as well rinse yourself again," Paige said.
Eleanor was still pissing hard as she stood up, liquid cascading down her thighs. She turned on the shower and emptied herself, her hot, yellow piss mixing with the warm water.
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Getting Permission
Paige couldn't hold herself with the towel wrapped around her waist, but she was squirming madly. It was torture watching Eleanor relieve herself in the shower. Her bladder was so full it was driving her crazy, but the tingling pleasure around her pussy and up into her overstretched organ begged her to keep it in, to fill herself far past her body's limit and more. While her friend showered her urine away, she bent down to the sink and drank from the faucet until her belly was cold and full. She almost leaked and jerked her butt back, the towel falling to the ground when she did it. She saueezed her bare pussy, goosebumps forming on her skin from the chill of being completely naked. She hopped around and squeezed herself, the surge of pressure refusing to pass. Her pussy became wet for another reason. "I have something I wanna try- ooh," she crossed her legs and doubled over, "but I wanna have to go worse..."
"You don't have to go bad enough?" Eleanor chuckled, turning the water off. "Throw me a towel."
"Just feels really good right now," she said, tossing it her friend. "I can hold more, though."
"You look like you're about to bust."
"I'm busting, for real! I'm busting bad!" she jumped up and down, holding herself.
"Hahahah! You're stupid," Eleanor stepped out of the shower and sat on the toilet, drying her hair with the towel before dropping it on her lap. She assumed a dramatic, kingly voice. "What would you do to gain access to this porcelain throne right now?" she pointed at the desperate girl.
Paige smirked. "Anything! Anything!"
"Would you stand on your head?"
"I don't think I can do that even when I'm empty!" she said, pressing her thighs together with every side-to-side step.
"Would you do ten push ups?"
Paige winced, her bloated organ cramping with desperation. "I can try," she lowered herself to a plank and started. On the fourth one she started shaking from the exertion, struggling to keep it inside. On the sixth, she spurted. She fell on her side, holding herself and giggling, jerking her hips back and forth. "Ooh fuck!"
"You're never gonna get to use this thing at that rate."
"I gotta go bad," she used her towel to wipe up the drops of pee on the ground, then sat on it and jiggled her legs while holding herself. "I gotta go worse than I thought, I think..."
"Would you lay on your belly? While I sit on your back?"
"That's a weird one," Paige said, before suddenly wincing and tensing her legs, squeezing her thighs together and cringing. She dug her fingers into her crotch with one hand and squeezed her other into a fist, punching into the ground. "Fuck--!" she muttered breathlessly, urinary urgency pounding in her privates.
"You okay?" Eleanor asked.
"I really really really have to pee," she rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy, biting her lip.
"You need the toilet?"
"Yes!" she sat on her knees so she could dig her heel into her vagina, "it's really bad..."
"Then for ten seconds, you gotta lay on your back and I'll sit on your belly," she said, "I changed it."
Paige hesitated, biting her lip as she gyrated her ass, then layed on her back on the cold bathroom floor, her round bulge of piss bulging out of her abdomen. Eleanor stood over her, then lowered herself gently until her naked butt was touching her friend's belly. They had never been quite this intimate before. Paige could feel the heat emanating from her El's genitals.
The urinary discomfort was immediate, but so was a sudden euphoric feeling spreading throughout her privates. As Eleanor gradually let her body weight weigh down on her, Paige started to writhe and squirm, her overfull bladder being squished both painfully and pleasurably. Her hands shot to her crotch, her forearms wrapping El's thighs, and Paige cringed and squeaked as the pressure increased.
"You okay?" Eleanor asked, holding some of her weight in a squat.
"Y-Yes!" Paige tried to keep her eyes from tearing, her bladder howling with urgency. Her dire need to urinate was killing her, amplified intensely by the heavy force being exerted on the girl (Paige is much smaller in size than Eleanor). Conversely, but not quite conversely, it felt so fucking good. She looked at Eleanor and giggled, biting her lip, her cheeks turning pink. Her pussy felt hot.
A few seconds after Eleanor started sitting all the way down on Paige, who's legs writhed madly and hips gyrated shakily the entire time, her friend started releasing pee in an increasingly strong stream. Eleanor didn't notice at first. She had to hear it.
"Nnh- Eleanorrr--" Paige moaned, squeezing her pussy tighter and tighter. It loudly gurgled against her hands. El jumped up as soon as she realized what was happening. The pissing girl sat up and grabbed at her vagina, frantically squirming and dancing, trying to make the stream stop. She splattered a lot of the bathroom floor in doing so, her friend recieving a portion of it. "Ohh my godd--!" Paige whined as she managed to stem the flow, scooting her butt back and forth and digging her fingers into her nude pussy. Urine dripped off her legs and hands.
"Was that too much?" Eleanor asked sheepishly.
"Uh-uh," Paige shook her head and replied breathlessly, almost dreamily. "Ooh, I have to peee... so fucking bad..."
"What was that thing that you wanted to try?" |
New Record
Paige pissed for a second against her efforts to hold it, and she jolted her butt back and squeaked in surprise. "Uhn- Ooh, okay, uhh--" she jumped up and stood squirming in front of Eleanor. "Can I pleasee use the toilet?"
"I guess you did everything I asked," El smirked and took her time getting off the seat. Paige hurriedly sat down on it, groaning anxiously, and started pissing hard within seconds. About five seconds into the torrent, she suddenly stopped it, faltering to a spurting, continuous squirt for a tew seconds until it stopped. She jerked her ass around and pushed herself up, her butt hovering off the seat. wincing and groaning.
"Damn dude!" Eleanor commented. "Does that hurt?"
"I mean," she panted, her voice shakey, "it hurt in the same way the floor thing did. Sort of. Oooh--" she suddenly started uncontrollably pissing. She let it go for a while before she stopped it, tensing her thighs and squirming around, squeezing her hands into fists until it stopped again. Aching urgency still sat in the bulging body of piss above her pubic bone as she squirmed and writhed. She slapped her pussy a few times before standing up and pacing around, rubbing her fingers in between her pussy lips.
Eleanor drank from the sink while Paige ran the shower again, wincing and stepping around. "Did I get pee on you?" Paige asked, "do you need to rinse again?"
Eleanor burped and groaned, holding her stomach. "Yeah, I'll hop in in a second," she muttered, lowering her head into the sink again and drinking even more.
Although she had emptied a considerable amount of her full bladder, Paige could not keep still. It felt like if she did, the liquid would just start coming out. The water she drank was filling her bladder quickly, and her body was beginning to seriously protest not being completely emptied for so long. She had kept in her morning pee, too! She could feel a leak ready to happen right behind her urethra, barely held in by her tired muscles. She held herself and hopped up and down, bursting with piss.
Eleanor got in and rinsed, then the girls got out and dried off.
"Should we get dressed?" El asked.
"Why wouldn't we?" Paige asked, hopping from foot to foot. El shrugged. "We don't have too-oooh!" she doubled over and jerked one leg over the other, wincing and dropping down to her knees, where she sat writhing and grinding her crotch into her heel. "You like being naked, El?" she asked, smirking.
"Kinda," Eleanor giggled.
"Ohhh, I gotta gooo," she bounced on her heel. The girl's poor bladder was being thoroughly abused. She just didn't want to let it out.
Eleanor drank from the sink again until her belly felt ready to pop, then the girls sat on the floor of the bedroom and watched TV, El laying on her side and cradling her overfull stomach, Paige squirming madly and cradling her overfull bladder. She was sitting on a towel in case she leaked again, which felt really likely. Time passed, her screaming urge to urinate only intensifying, until it became all the naked girl could think about.
"I'm starting to have to go again," Eleanor said, who had started sipping a coke as soon as her belly quit hurting.
"Ah! Huhh- ohh--" Paige was absolutely dying, changing sitting positions every couple of seconds. Pretty soon, she wasn't even still for a couple of seconds, her insane desperation keeping her constantly writhing.
"You okay?" Eleanor chuckled.
"I-it's r-really hard to h-hold it in," Paige stuttered, on the verge of tears. She was a whimpering mess. A volume of liquid far past the healthy limit stretched her bladder walls out into a huge, tender bulge. It felt like the tortured organ was squeezing itself every couple of seconds, and with every contraction came a jolt of pleasure, tingling in her privates. "Ahh! Owww--" she groaned, a little bit of urine seeping out of her burning urethra. "I c-can't even sit u-up straight!" she gasped, "it's s-so bad. It hurts so bad..." A hard spurt shot out of her pussy. She jolted her body and squeezed her fingers hard into her dribbling peehole, moaning and biting her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "T-this mi-ight be the worst--" she winced, "I've ever had t-to piss..." Another second-long jet of piss came out. "Mmph!!" she groaned and squeezed her leaking vagina, lurching forward and intensifying her crazy writhing. Her entire trembling, naked body was glistening with sweat. Her tight bladder was hard as a rock, swollen to an insane degree. Pleasure was swirling intensely through her pussy, every frantic rub and squeeze felt amazing. She scooted back and forth on her heel, and when she wasn't gripping herself tightly, she was rubbing her vagina in a circular motion. The main intention was to retain the massive volume of piss inside her body, but it felt so good, and it kept getting better.
Eleanor was prodding her filling bladder as she watched her, enamored by the display. "We should measure you," she said.
"C-can't walk... without p-peeing!" she squeaked, biting her lip. "Ohhh... It hurtssss... mmmph! mmm..." Suddenly, as she was rubbing herself against her foot, an astronomical wave of euphoria rippled through her body. She gasped as her body quaked with the sensation, unable to keep from letting out a moan. It felt so fucking good. She'd never felt that good before. The constant spasms from her overstretched bladder walls were almost overstimulating, pain and pleasure intertwined and extremely intense. She looked up at her friend, her cheeks a deep red.
"Did you just--" Eleanor started, but didn't finish. Paige's urinary sphincter had officially given out, and was letting an immediate torrent jet out against the floor. "O-oh...!" she started to exclaim, trying for a second to stem the stream, but her body wouldn't let her. "Ohhh my goddd... Fuckkk!" Paige moaned, laying down on her side as her piss shot powerfully out of her body. She moved her hand to her deflating bulge, steaming piss loudly hissing out of her and splattering against the ground. It quickly oversaturated the towel and started forming a huge, hot puddle, which Eleanor quickly ran to get the means to control.
Pure bliss filled Paige's every nerve as she finally voided herself, sighing and moaning, rolling over onto her back and lightly touching around her currently hypersensitive pussy. The pissing went on and on. Eleanor was throwing dirty laundry at the rapidly spreading puddle. "Jesus fucking christ, Paige!" she said. "This has to be liters of pee! Seriously, it's so much!"
Her stream was still going strong. She sat up, still urinating. "I really had to go," she said, smiling, balling up the only dry part of the towel and pulling it against her leaking privates. It gurgled against the fabric as it soaked it with urine. When her stream finally ended, she stood up and started helping Eleanor clean up her mess.
"I can't get over how much you pee'd," she kept saying. "Like, how could you have physically fit that much inside your little self?"
Paige laughed. "Eleanor, you have no idea how bad..." Without warning, urine started leaking out of Paige and pattering to the floor. "Whoa--" she spread her legs, letting the rest of it flow freely. She didn't have it in her to clench her muscles and run to the toilet.
"And you still weren't done," El said.
"I guess not," she squatted down over the soaking wet towel, completely voiding her bladder until it was empty. "Damn." |
Measuring Eleanor
Once everything was cleaned up, Eleanor sat on her hands on the bed, biting her lip and bouncing on her butt. She quickly stopped and clutched her stomach and leaned her elbows on her knees. "I feel like my belly's gonna burst from drinking all that," she said, having finished the coke by now. "I can feel all the liquid sloshing around... And I really gotta pee."
"I thought I really was going to burst for a minute," Paige chuckled. She hopped off the bed. "God, I gotta pee again already. My muscles are too tired to hold it in right now!" she said as she rushed to the toilet. When she came out, she asked Eleanor if she wanted to get breakfast downstairs.
"I don't wanna eat anything, but I'll come with you. Nobody's home, right? Or do we have to get dressed?"
"We should probably get dressed. Windows and shit."
"Yeahh..." She winced and pinched her crotch. "I kind of want to measure how much I can hold in my bladder," she said as she stood up, stepping from side to side as she looked for her clothes.
"I think I might have a measuring glass in the kitchen..."
"What? No!" Eleanor exclaimed. "I'll drive if you're down to go to the store for something."
"Sure," Paige replied, so they ate breakfast and got ready to go to the store. By the time they were leaving, Eleanor really had to pee, and was doing a potty dance in front of the door waiting for Paige, who had suddenly locked her knees together and ran to the bathroom.
In the car, Eleanor was jiggling in the seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one wedged between her thighs.
"Do you think it's a hazard?" Paige asked, "driving while you have to pee so bad?"
"Eh," she replied, then a look of worry spread across her face as she tightened her muscles and pressed her legs even tighter together, gyrating her ass. "Ooh I really have to go... I wish I didn't wear such tight jeans. They're squishing my bladder bad. I didn't think it through."
"Gimme the keys when we get there. You can just focus on holding it in while I drive back."
Eleanor had a pretty difficult time staying composed walking to and through the store. When they got to the kitchen supplies, she crossed her legs as she looked for something.
"How about this?" Paige asked, holding up a big measuring cup that went up to 2 liters.
"Yeah, that's fine! Let's go."
Paige farted. Her cheeks turned pink, she covered her face in embarrassment and started giggling uncontrollably. Eleanor tried not to laugh so that her desperate need to pee wasn't made any more intense, but she couldn't help it.
She froze when it happened, inhaling sharply. The crotch of her jeans darkened, then spread down the thighs to the liquid dribbling off the cuffs of her jeans. She started pressing her thighs together really hard, squeezing her crotch even tighter than she already was. Urine continued to leak out of her howling bladder. Paige gently but hurriedly pushed her in the direction of the clothing section, where there was a little more privacy.
It hurt so badly when she finally stopped it. Her finger was barely keeping the piss that filled her urethra at bay, and her body was begging her to keep going. She still had to urinate so badly it drove her crazy, but she had more pressing matters to attend to.
"I need you to grab something in my size right now," she said to Paige in a hushed voice.
"What if you pee in those too?" her friend whispered.
"I won't! We just need to leave right after!" She stood there trembling in desperation for two long minutes until her friend returned with a pair of jeans.
"You couldn't have grabbed something more loose?!" she lurched forward suddenly. "Ooh fuck fuck fuck..."
"I can still..." Paige started.
"No time! I'm dying!" she stepped around frantically as she took the pants from Paige. Slhe bolted to the dressing rooms, her aching, swollen bladder pulsating with urgency. She hopped around and held herself, her free hand yanking at her jeans button, which dug painfully into her belly. The pulled them down, jolting her ass around with every urgent throb of her overfilled bladder. There was a moment where she really did feel nervous she might wet these as well, but she decided there was no time to spare. She pulled the pants up and clasped them around her swollen belly, a jolt of pain and euphoria rippling through her lower belly.
She inhaled sharply, tears welling in her eyes. These were even tighter than the other ones! She tried to push it out of her mind, pulling the tag off and leaving the dressing rooms, throwing her soiled jeans in the garbage on her way out.
Paige wasn't where she left her. She groaned miserably, looking around as she pulled her jeans button away from her tight bladder and pressed her thighs together, trying not to look absolutely desperate for a toilet. She wandered around looking for her for a few minutes, every step sending a jolt of discomfort through her aching organ. She called her on the phone, but she didn't answer. "Mmph!" her hands shot to her groin, a drop of pee forcing its way out of her vagina. Her bladder was so huge and sensitive, and her pants were so constricting. She started to cry from frustration and discomfort. She was stifling tears as she hurriedly walked out of the store towards the car, and when she got to it, she realized she didn't even have to keys to get any privacy.
She unbuttoned her pants and held herself, pacing around. She was a whimpering, desperate mess. She needed to urinate so badly she couldn't stand it any longer!
Suddenly, her phone started buzzing. It was Paige.
"Paige! Where are you? Please come to the car, I'm gonna explode!"
"Why'd you call me?" she said casually.
Eleanor lurched forward, doubling over and digging her fingers into her vagina. "Ohh...!Please just hurry up, I'm out by the car..."
"I'm here already," El suddenly heard from behind her. She jumped, and a second-long jet of piss was startled out of her. Paige giggled.
"Jesus fuck!" Eleanor swore breathlessly. "Please, we gotta go," she begged, jiggling the door handle.
"I paid for this," she held up the measuring cup. "And I got this just in case," she held up a towel.
"Okay, let's go!" She was honestly relieved her friend bought a towel. She didn't want to admit it, but she was really nervous she wouldn't make it home, even if it was just a five minute drive.
She bounced in the seat as they drove down the road. "Ahhhh I'm gonna piss..." she moaned.
"Sit on the towel!"
She moved it under her butt, then started rocking back and forth. "Mmmm!" she groaned. "I need to empty my bladder so bad!"
"How far do you think you are from your limit?" she asked.
"I'm pretty fucking close," she choked, holding her breath as she gripped her crotch. She somehow made it to the house withojt any further leakage, but by the time she had hobbled her way to Paige's room, she was full-on crying. She was already undressing while they walked in, and she immediately pulled her pants and underwear off, revealing her ridiculously distended bladder. It was so full that the skin turned pink around the middle of the bulge. It hurt really badly. She couldn't remember of a time when she had to pee worse than this.
"Okay, give me the thing..." she said, holding herself and doubling over, stepping in place.
Paige held it to her chest. "What would you do for it?"
"Fucking...!" Eleanor stuttured, starting to dance and writhe frantically. "I can't think straight enough for this game right now! It's gonna come out!"
"Man, you must not want it that bad..." she teased.
El wiped tears off her face. "I would beat the shit out of you," she joked.
"Damn! Chill!" she thought for a second. "Would you do 10 jumping jacks?"
"Noo...!" she whined, grabbing madly at herself. "Please, I seriously just need to pee right now! It's an emergency and I wanna measure!"
"You're 10 jumping jacks away from doing just that!"
"I really can't, just give it, please...!" Her face was beet red as she stepped around, holding her crotch and her butt, whimpering and whining.
"Hey, I let you sit on me!" Paige retorted.
El groaned in frustration before breaking into the exercise. The ocean of piss inside her sloshed painfully against the paper-thin walls of her overstretched bladder. She barely made it to 2 before she started gushing urine, her hands immediately shooting between her thighs and clutching her vagina with all of her strength. It didn't stop for a few seconds as she stood writhing and panicking, genuinely dying to piss. Her body was begging her to let go right there, but she was so close. Her bladder was aching like it never had before. Her urethra was screaming.
Paige laughed. "Oh my god, you're adorable! Here you go, you deserve it." She put the 2 liter measuring cup on the ground in front of El, who rushed over and positioned herself above it. Golden liquid immediately shot out of her in a messy torrent, hissing and splattering loudly. "Mmmmph!" she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and cupping her hand over her mouth. The stream went on and on. "Ohhhh fuckkkk..."
Paige came over to her and put her hand against her belly, which was still rock-hard. "Crazy pee baby," she commented as she felt it deflate. El smiled a bit. Her whole body was trembling. "You held it in for a really long time!" Paige continued, "especially after having to go so bad this morning."
"I really had to go this morning!" Eleanor said breathlessly, still pissing really hard into the cup. "Not as bad as just now but still really bad... Phew! Oh my god..."
"That's so much!" Paige said, turning her attention to the rapidly filling container. "It's not even slowing down!"
"It feels so good," she moaned. After a minute and a half of continuous urination, she whimpered and held herself as she stemmed the stream before standing up. "I can't squat anymore, I'm about to keep going," she said, stepping from side to side. She paced around doing a potty dance before squatting back over the cup and pissing for another minute. She had pee'd just shy of a liter. |
Katie was practically attached at the hip to her best friend Sadie. They did everything together, they went shopping together, gushed about cute boys together, and squealed together. They often slept over each other’s house and if they didn’t they would often spend the evening together. But the girls did give each other space when it came to one thing: pooping. Peeing was one thing, they were fine sitting on the toilet taking a leak while the other checked herself out in the mirror. But pooping seemed sacred, not to mention gross.
Katie was fine pooping at Sadie’s house though, she had done that plenty of times. They wouldn’t hide it from each other but they wouldn’t really announce it to each other either. But there were plenty of times they would come back from the mall, and Katie would nip off to the toilet after the greasy food got to her stomach. A lot of times Sadie would go after Katie and take just as long, but nothing was said about it between the two. There were occasions it would be brought up, like the time Sadie had mono and a trip to get ice cream resulted in Sadie blowing up the toilet for two hours. Or that time they went ice skating and some bad pizza caused Katie to nearly crap herself as she ran on her ice skates to the porta-potties. She had gotten her pink jeans down just in time. But they generally didn’t talk about that kind of stuff.
Katie hated pooping anywhere but close friends (aka Sadie’s) homes and her own. Peeing was fine of course, she could pee anywhere. But she held it till she was home unless it was a true emergency.
Katie was overjoyed to get onto a reality TV show and to not only get a chance to win a $100,000 but to share the experience with her best friend. Even when the two got there and found out they wouldn’t be staying at a luxury resort like they were promised, but a crummy summer cap, the two were still just ecstatic to be there. There was one issue on Katie’s mind though: the bathroom situation. Katie hated going #2 in public. Her dumps tended to be heavy smelling so she would often leave the stall blushing as the other girls held their noses. She usually held it until she got home, but she wouldn’t be able to hold it all summer. To make matters worse Chris split Katie and her best friend up, placing Katie on the Gophers and Sadie on the Bass. They tried to fight it but it was no use, Chris wasn’t budgeting. Katie couldn’t help but sob to herself as they were introduced to her cabins, she needed her best friend to make this whole experience fun. With her being on a different team, what was the point of being here?
After unpacking and getting settled Katie had stopped crying but her stomach was still in knots. The anxiety of being separated from her best friend had caused her stomach to become upset and Katie slowly realized she needed a shit. With perfect timing her teammate Lindsay asked in a confused manner, “Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron?” Chris replied with a smirk, “There are some in the communal bathrooms. Just across the way.” Katie looked over to where they were and decided she should head there soon. After finishing unpacking Chris gave everyone 10 minutes to do whatever they needed to before they were to head to the mess hall. Katie decided this would be a good time to use the bathroom. She thought about going to get Sadie, but saw that Courtney was talking to her. She had been nice enough to try to comfort the girl while she was separated from her friend. Katie couldn’t help but feel jealous, no one on her team had even really talked to her or comforted her, despite her being obviously upset. Katie decided to go alone, she didn’t want to make Sadie all the more sad when they had to be separated again. Plus a gurgle in her stomach told her that this would be a loud experience.
She headed over to the bathroom and several other girls and guys headed that way as well, as this was their first opportunity to use a toilet since they got there. The girls walked into their side and the guys walked into theirs. LeShawana quickly hurried into a stall, “Woo, I’ve had to piss since we got on the island.” she slammed the door shut and dropped her pants. A loud urine stream filled the water below and the girl sighed loudly. Bridgette opened a stall door and gaged, “These toilets are so gross, couldn’t they have cleaned them before we got here?” she asked and she walked into the stall. She heard the surfer girl piss into the water, it was obvious that the girl was hovering so she wouldn’t touch the seat.
Katie usually didn’t have any issues touching her butt to gross toilet seats, a good shower would kill any germs on her anyways. The smell in the washroom was horrible though, this only made her feel better though as any smell she contributed would go unnoticed. Katie’s plan was to wait until everyone left to drop a deuce, she might not be able to avoid pooping here but she could avoid others hearing it happen. Izzy, Eva and Lindsay all went into their respective stalls and peed. Katie went into a stall, standing out there waiting for them to leave would look suspicious. She unbuttoned her pink shorts and dropped them to her feet, sitting down on the toilet. She peed a light stream into the bowl as the other girls flushed and washed their hands. She finished up and wiped but she stayed seated, waiting for the other girls to head out.
Just as the last girl was finishing up at the sinks, the door swung open and another group of girls headed in, it was basically everyone who hadn’t used the toilet first. The same conversations were basically repeated, Beth hurried into a stall announcing with a lisp caused by her braces, “I’ve been bursting since we got onto the boats.” Katie’s stomach churned, she had to shit pretty urgently but could definitely wait until this group left as well. As Beth started peeing a hard stream and sighing, she heard her best friend’s voice. She still sounded upset but wasn’t crying anymore, “Ew these bathrooms are so gross, I wonder how Katie held up using them.” she said as she walked into a stall. “I told you, try not to think about what Katie is doing,” Courtney said to the girl firmly, “You’re just gonna make yourself sad again.” “Y-y-you’re right…” the girl said, sounding a bit more sad again. The two girls entered stalls next to each other, as did several other girls. Heather announced out loud, “No way is my precious behind touching these seats,” as she entered the stall next to Katie’s.
Katie heard Heather start peeing, her stomach gurgled and all of the sudden a fart shot out. She didn’t even have a chance to hold it back, with her cheeks spread it just shot out. The sound echoed into the bowl and through the washroom, interrupting the unified sound of the girls peeing. She blushed as she heard the queen bee in the stall next to her laugh loudly at the noise. “Braces girl, did you just cut the cheese,” she said in an obvious bitchy tone. Katie blushed harder as Beth tried to defend herself against the accusation, “W-what?! No, I swear I didn’t!” Heather continued to laugh, “That’s so freaking gross.” Katie quickly pulled up her shorts and flushed, there was no way she could poop in here right now and she didn’t want anyone to suspect she ripped ass. She washed her hands and hurried outside, as Heather continued her verbal assault on Beth.
Katie got outside and held her stomach, with no one around she ripped a wet sounding fart. “Ughhh, oh man. I need to poop like SUPER bad,” she said to herself. Chris ordered everyone to the mess hall and Katie was forced to squeeze her cheeks and head over there.
Katie squirmed a bit as the large man who Chris called Chef Hatchet yelled at them regarding his food. A few other campers squirmed a bit too, but that was because they were afraid, not because they had a dump knocking on the backdoor. Katie got her food and sat down with her teammates, her stomach gurgled and she struggled to hold back a fart. She picked at her food, not only was it disgusting but she wasn’t interested in putting anything in her body right now, too much wanted out right now. A few silent but deadly farts leaked out, but most people around her assumed it was the food causing that smell. This helped Katie relieve some pressure, but she still was squirming a bit.
Chris walked in with that smirk that the campers had already grown to know meant he was up to no good. “Your first challenge begins, in one hour!” Katie’s stomach gurgled, the anxiety of being seperated from Sadie combined with the upcoming challenge made her poo urge even stronger. Nervous, she asked her teammates, “What do you think they'll make us do?” the large guy named D.J. answered her question with a comforting answer, “It's our first challenge, how hard can it be?” the other campers nodded in agreement and finished eating what little they could stomach. Katie thought about using this time to nip off to the bathroom, but Chris came back and told everyone to put on their swimsuits and meet back here ASAP.
The girls went back to the communal washroom to put their swimsuits on, the site of the toilet made Katie clench her cheeks and forced her to hold back another fart. A couple of girls peed before changing into their suits, those people being Bridgette and Courtney who did their best to stay hydrated and had lots to drink at lunch, but sadly no one pooped so Katie decided it wasn’t a great time to try it. Slowly all the girls exited to bathroom to meet Chris outside, Katie let them all leave one by one. She might not be able to drop a deuce, Chris needed them out quickly, but she could relieve some pressure. Lindsay was the last one to leave and the second she did… PFFFTTTTT. A large wet sputtering fart echoed throughout the washroom, Katie actually had to check to make sure it wasn’t a shart but luckily nothing had come out. She grunted as two squeakier and airer farts popped out, and lastly a silent but deadly one. Temporarily relieved she hurried outside to join her fellow campers.
Chris led the group through the forest, Katie stayed silent. Luckily they walked as a large group, so Sadie quickly walked up to Katie and they talked the whole way up. It was nice to talk to Sadie again, but Katie was still upset. The whole camp experience was horrible, she was bursting for a shit and she was on a completely different team from her best friend. Her stomach groaned again and a fart tried shooting out again. Katie stopped and briefly held her stomach. “What’s wrong Katie? Are you okay? Are you sick?” her friend asked in quick succession. “Wha- oh yeah I’m good, just hungry, I missed you too much to eat lunch,” she said lying through her teeth to save her embarrassment. “Oh my God, me too!” the friend said back, “Don’t you LOVE how similar we are?” Sadie asked. “Oh I LOVE it,” Katie said back trying to sound excited. Normally she did love that, more than anything. But her bowels prevented her from being too excited.
They got to the top of a huge cliff. That’s when it hit everyone. The bathing suits. The very high cliff where water awaits at the bottom. “Oh shit,” DJ exclaimed. “Hey hey hey, watch the language!” Chris scolded, “Bleeps cost money.” Chris explained how their challenge was to jump off the cliffs into the shark infested waters below. Landing in the ring would prevent the sharks from getting to you. All the teens were immediately freaked out. Katie wasn’t too scared, she wasn’t really afraid of heights so doing this wouldn’t be so bad, but walking up here with Sadie just reminded her how much she missed being with her best friend. Sadie was a bit scared of heights however, so she hugged Katie in fear when she found out what the challenge was. This squeezing put pressure on Katie’s stomach and caused a loud fart to erupt out of Katie, it was immensely wet sounding and was a longer one. She didn’t even have a chance to attempt and hold it in. Everyone immediately looked in their direction. Sadie looked up in shock at the visibly embarrassed girl. A couple people in the crowd began to snicker. Others gave her a sympathetic look or looked away to save the girl embarrassment. “Wow, that’s embarrassing,” Chris said with a smug look. “Anyways! After you reach the bottom…” Chris continued to explain the challenge, taking attention away from Katie for the time being.
“Oh my god Katie, I’m so so so so so sorry!” Sadie exclaimed to her blushing friend. “I didn’t mean to squeeze a fart out of you.” Not only had her friend squeezed the fart out, but she had caused her bowels to stir as well. Katie now needed to poop worse than ever before. She squirmed in place. She had to tell Sadie what was going on, even if it was super embarrassing. “Sadie, I have to poop sooo badly. The thought of being away from you for a whole summer killed my stomach, but I couldn’t poop with all those people in there. So I’ve been holding it the whole day.” Sadie started to tear up, she hugged her friend tighter.
“Oh my gosh me too. I miss you so so so much,” she said in a high pitched voice. Another wet fart rippled out of Katie, it was quiet enough that only Sadie and Katie heard it. But this one was wetter, wet enough that a small brown stain appeared on Katie’s pink bikini bottoms. Katie blushed furiously again and held her stomach. Sadie let go off the girl, “I’m sorry! I’ll stop hugging you.” Katie nodded in agreement. While this was going on several of the Killer Bass members had jumped off into the water below.
“We have to get onto the same team, even if they kick us off the show. It’ll be no fun being on different teams all summer,” Sadie said tearing up again. Katie nodded in agreement and squirmed in place. “Sooooo not fun. Plus my stomach can’t handle a whole summer of this.” Her stomach growled in agreement.
At this point all, well, most of the Killer Bass had jumped off the cliff. DJ and Courtney had opted to not take the jump and take the escalator back down. “So let's tally up the results. Hold on. That's eight jumpers and two chickens. We're missing one.” The remaining people turned to see the two girls holding hands looking very upset, Katie in more ways than one.
Sadie decided their only hope at this point was begging. “I'm not jumping without Katie!” the girl exclaimed to the host. “We have to be on the same team, Chris,” Katie added. “For the sake of my bowels,” she thought to herself. The girls approached him in a begging spree. “Can we? Can we? Can we?” the girls kept pleading to Chris. Finally, a miracle. “I'll switch places with her,” Izzy said to the host. She felt bad for the girls, plus the chubby boy on the other team had caught her eye. If she was on his team she viewed that as a win.
“All right, fine, you're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers,” the host decided. A wave of relief swept over the girls. Words couldn’t describe their happiness. Temporarily Katie forgot her urgent need. She was just happy to be with her bestie. They squealed in delight. “That means you're up, girls.” the host declared. The two girls ran towards the cliff. In unison they yelled, “We're coming, Killer Bass!” As they leapt off the absurdly high cliff, it hit Katie all at once. She still desperately needed to poop. Her stomach did a flip as they plunged toward the water below, she ripped a fart as they reached the water below. This one wet as well and it stained her panties a bit more brown, as this time some poop had come out. Not a lot, just a little squirt.
Luckily, the water they plunged into cleared a bit of the poop out of her bikini bottom. As the girls came up together and got onto the boat waiting to take them to shore Katie whispered to her friend, “I almost crapped myself doing that.” Sadie nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ll think of a way to get you on a toilet,” her friend said determined. “You’re the best!” Katie squealed back. “No, you are!” Sadie replied back. They hugged again. As they watched the Gophers jump to their doom and the Bass watched and chatted among themselves, Katie paced back and forth, her stomach churning and gurgling. She couldn’t even fart to relieve pressure, as she would surely shit herself.
Her new teammate Bridgette noticed the girl's pacing and asked sweetly, “Hey Katie, are you alright?” Katie immediately stopped pacing and blushed, “Y-yeah just anxious is all,” she said trying to fake a smile. Bridgette and her made small talk for a bit, but the whole time Katie was clenching her cheeks. Finally, it was the last camper’s turn. It was the big boy Owen, the crowd watched with tension as he sprinted towards the cliff. Time seemed to slow. He screamed as he grew closer and closer to the water below then…BAM!!! Katie didn’t know how it was physically possible, but he had made a tidal wave so big that it knocked everyone down and threw some sharks from the water and into the trees. As the wall of water crashed into Katie, she couldn’t help but rip another fart, the force had caused it to slip. Her bikini bottoms became slightly more stained once again. The cameras cut at this point and the contestants were told they had a 20 minute break to change out of their swimwear and meet back down at the beach. Katie waddled back to the campgrounds, her cheeks were so tightly clenched that it was hard for her to go quickly.
Sadie tried to take her friend’s mind off of her predicament, but all Katie could think about was the storm brewing inside her. Luckily no more farts slipped out. They reached the campground and the campers made their way to the communal washrooms to change into their regular clothes again.
“Are you gonna use it?” Sadie asked as they approached the toilets. Katie bobbed up and down, trying everything in her power to not grab herself. She couldn’t. Not in front of all the other campers. “I-I don’t know. Maybe. You know I hate going in front of strangers, but ohhhh God I gotta go,” she replied squirming. “Oh my God, I hate pooing in front of strangers!” Sadie agreed. “But, you might wanna attempt it, so you don’t, you know.” Katie blushed as she realized what her friend was implying. Her stomach gurgled in response.
The two girls followed all the other females into the washroom. Several headed for a shower stall to change, the rest headed towards the stalls. Even if Katie was gonna work up the courage to go, she was going to have to wait for the others to change. Several of the girls took this opportunity to pee again, as being in the water made them get the urge. Gwen, Leshawna, Lindsay and Eva all stripped down and sat down buck naked. Gwen was the only girl to hover as the others didn’t really care about the state of the toilets. Bridgette was embarrassed to admit it, but being a surfer she had peed many many times in the water before. So she had done so earlier and as a result was the first girl out of a stall.
Katie hurried in and slammed the stall shut. As she did Sadie gave her an encouraging smile and thumbs up, which Katie tried returning. She squirmed in place as the ever tempting toilet sat there, her bowels pulsed as they begged to be unleashed there. Katie wanted to, she truly did. But it would be far too embarrassing with all these girls in here. She could wait until she was alone, after the challenge. At least she hoped. Katie changed into her clothes, which was difficult as her urge to use the toilet so close to her grew stronger. She exited the stall at the same time as her best friend.
“You didn’t go, did you?” she asked in a concerned tone. Katie shook her head and held her stomach. “I-I can hold it until after the challenge.” The two girls walked out together and headed to the challenge area.
Katie tried to walk naturally, but it was hard as her cheeks were now tightly clenched. Her stomach continued to gurgle at times and she would have to focus on not losing control.
The two girls were among the last of the teens to get back to the beach for the challenge. Chris reminded them of the second part of the challenge, which was to push the carts back to the campgrounds and build a hot tub. He had the cameras start rolling and the teams were off. Sadly Katie’s team had lost the first part of the challenge and were forced to push the crates without the help of a cart. Each member of the team had a different approach to pushing a crate, but Sadie and Katie decided it would be best if they pushed the vests together.
“Okay, how can I get you some privacy to poop?” Sadie pondered out loud as her teammates bickered about CIT experience and splinters. “We need to think of something,” Katie replied. “Pushing this crate is putting sooooo much pressure on my bowels.”
Katie’s stomach gurgled loudly again and another fart slipped out, this time staining her pink panties. “Oh my gosh Sadie, I don’t think I can make it. I might have an accident.”
But then a miracle happened, they heard a male’s voice say “I’ve gotta take a whiz.” They saw Tyler head towards the woods as Eva remained him to be quick about it. Sadie nudged Katie and whispered, “Go with him.” Katie nodded quickly and said “Oh, I have to go too.” Sadie quickly interjected with an excited “You do? Oh my gosh, me too!”
The two girls rushed over the wooded area and went into the opposite direction of Tyler. After taking cover behind some bushes, Katie used the privacy to quickly double over and use one hand to clutch her stomach and the other her rear end. “Oh my gosh Sadie” she said with a wet fart that stained her panties even worse, “I’ve never needed a poop so badly.”
“I’ll keep an eye for people, quickly go!” Sadie urged her best friend. Katie nodded and quickly unbuttoned her shorts and ripped them down as she squatted, a wave of diarrhea come shooting out as it made a squelch sound. Katie had barely gotten her shorts down in time. She then ripped a super loud wet fart that had some poop in it.
Katie couldn’t help but moan in relief. She then blushed as she remembered her best friend standing a few feet away. “I’m so so so sorry Sadie, I’m so gross.” Her best friend quickly replied with a reassuring smile and said, “Katie you could never be gross to me!” Katie smiled back as another wave of diarrhea squirted out. She had a few rounds of this with some loud, wet farts mixed in. Finally after pushing the final wave out, Katie felt relieved. She grabbed a bunch full of leaves and started wiping, it felt super gross and she gagged a bit, but pooping in the woods was better than in your pants.
Katie stood back up and pulled up her shorts. “Whew, I feel soooo much better!” She told her friend. “I knew you would!” The friend replied.
“I need to pee though, I wasn’t lying earlier.” Sadie said and she went behind the push to have a whiz. Katie couldn’t help but blush as she knew Sadie had to have seen the mess she made, but didn’t care. Camp Wawanakwa was looking up, she had the best poop of her life and was on the same team as her best friend. Nothing could ruin this day! |
Preface: This story is loosely based on a personal experience, but the circumstances have been changed somewhat. 😊
The Wendy of this story is largely based on myself, but with some details changed for anonymity.
Anyway. On with the story!
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It was one of those crisp fall days – the sun was still warm, but there was a cold hint to the air. Wendy was out running errands; there were several things she had put off long enough. She enjoyed feeling the sun on her face again. The weather had been gray and drab for days.
There were plenty of people around, as everyone seemed to be making the most of the nice weather.
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
And then an almost panicky little squeak: “Ooh!”
The sneezes came on fast, mid-stride almost, probably because of the bright sunlight in her eyes. “Bless you!” said a young man passing by. “Thanks!” said Wendy, as she smiled and kept on walking. Nobody watching would have thought anything was amiss. Everyone was going about their business as if nothing had happened. But something did happen.
Wendy’s mind was reeling. What was THAT?! How? Why?! She must have sneezed a thousand times before in her life?
She kept on walking, while giving herself a mental once-over: She was wearing black jeans. Her coat went half-way down her thighs. She didn’t think anyone would see. She was fine. It was not that much. Nobody would see. To anyone passing by, she was just a nice, normal lady going about her business. And yet. And YET. Somehow, she was not. She was not a normal lady. She was not fine.
At every sneeze, she had felt a spurt of hot pee escape into her pants. She had PEED her pants! She had WET herself! How could this have happened? She didn’t even have to go! She had NEVER in her life accidentally wet herself! At least not since that time she was five and miscalculated how long she could hold it.
Her heart was racing, like she’d just run ten miles. She had to survey the damage.
Wendy started to make her way to the shopping center three blocks down. They would have toilets. As she walked, she could feel the warm wetness on her skin. She HAD WET HER PANTS! She was unable to think about anything else. Wendy’s cheeks were burning. She was sure everyone was looking at her, that they would somehow know what she had done. Rationally, she knew there was no way they could, but Wendy still couldn’t shake the feeling. It felt strange, walking around with wet pants in public like that. It was oddly titillating, tingly almost.
Ah, finally. The toilets. Wendy quickly found a stall and pulled down her pants.
The entire gusset of her panties was wet, and her jeans had a wet spot about the size of a silver dollar, right at the crotch. Again, Wendy wondered how this had happened. She sat down and let out whatever pee she had left, which wasn’t much, as she didn’t really have to go in the first place. Then why had she just wet her pants?!
Was she sick? Was this just middle age? And if it was, was it going to happen again? So many questions.
She pulled her soggy clothes back up and exited the stall. Thankfully, she was alone in the ladies’, and she could take her time looking carefully at herself in the mirror, even lifting up her coat to check out her butt. The wet spot was not visible. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God for that, at least. But just to be sure, she buttoned her coat, covering her thighs both front and back.
And then she took a deep breath and continued her errands.
Running around town, she found it virtually impossible to focus on anything but the wetness in her pants. She went to the bank, to the post office, to the dry cleaner. Everywhere she went, she was intensely aware of the moist feeling between her legs and her mind kept going over again and again what had happened. What it had felt like when she sneezed. The spurt of warm, wet pee forcing its way out into her pants with every ‘achoo’. No warning. Nothing she could do to stop it. It had just gushed out. One uncontrollable hot, wet spurt with every sneeze. Caught her completely by surprise. She had felt it soak into her underwear and into her pants. Her entire crotch had been warm and wet. She remembered what it had looked like when she pulled her pants down. The wet gusset, so much darker than the dry cotton around it. The wet spot on her jeans. Dark. Wet. And yet, not visible. Unseen. Hidden from those around her. (Thank God!) Secret. Titillating. Naughty. Like she had gotten away with something. And she had. Hot pee had gushed into her pants, in public, in broad daylight, and nobody knew but her. The more she replayed the incident in her mind, the more her shame dissipated. She thought about the gushing sensation. It was like nothing else she had ever felt. Hot. Uncontrollable. Her shame gave way to a tingly, naughty feeling. Almost in spite of herself, she felt a little turned on. The spurts of pee soaking into her pants had felt…good? She would be mortified if anyone ever found out she had wet herself, if anyone had seen, but nobody had seen. It was her little secret. Nobody knew she had wet her pants in public. She had peed her pants!
Wendy had planned to go straight home after wrapping up the rest of her errands, but she suddenly decided to stop at her favorite coffee shop to get a nice cup of coffee before heading home. To calm her nerves, so to speak. She found a parking spot outside and quickly stuck a hand down between her legs and felt her jeans before getting out of the car. Almost dry now. Nobody would suspect a thing.
Even so, she kept her coat on and tucked it under her butt when she sat down, just to be sure. She didn’t want to risk leaving a damp spot on the chair.
Sipping her coffee, she wondered if any of the other people in the coffee shop had ever wet themselves. Suddenly it was all she could think about. Some probably had, but she found it hard to imagine. She pulled up some statistics on her phone, and according to Google, ‘1 in 4 adult women have experienced leaking urine involuntarily’. One in four! She counted 12 women in the room, including the staff. If those statistics were to be believed, and if she counted herself as among those 25 percent, that meant that two other women in that very room right now had wet themselves on one or more occasion. Had their experience been like hers? Had they been able to keep it a secret, or did someone see? Had it been a small leak? Sneezing, perhaps, like her? Or had they found themselves in a situation where they really had to go and had been unable to hold it anymore? She couldn’t even imagine what that would feel like. Or look like. Losing control completely? She suspected that full-on wetting one’s pants would be difficult to hide. She would be mortified if that ever happened to her. She couldn’t recall a single incident where she had seen an adult wet themselves. She had seen the aftermath a couple of times, people who were drunk at a music festival and had wet themselves after passing out. But she had never seen it actually happen.
What would it feel like? Being unable to hold it? Would it be like when a dam burst – everything coming out all at once? Her stomach did an unexpected little flip when she thought about all the pee gushing out at once. Or would it be more like a small trickle – where you would try desperately to hold everything in, and then drop after drop would find its way out, despite your efforts? What would THAT feel like? Tensing every muscle you had and yet feeling hot, wet pee slip out anyway, soaking into your underwear and your pants? Feeling it grow warm and wet and sodden despite your every effort? She imagined that she would feel quite panicked at not being able to control herself. And would you then just give up after a while and let everything go if you couldn’t stop the trickle and couldn’t find anywhere to go pee? And what would THAT feel like? How would it feel to simply let go, to let the pee gush freely, soaking your underwear and your pants, running down your legs, leaving a puddle on the ground? Wendy’s wet spot earlier had been small, concentrated to the crotch area. Would it feel different to have pee running down her legs?
She focused on a woman a couple of tables over. She was sitting with a man, probably her husband. They both looked to be in their mid-forties, and they looked like average people. Clean, well-dressed, good hair. The woman had lovely make-up. Understated, but well done. It made her look younger. She was good-looking, but approachable. Seemed friendly. She was very much like Wendy herself. Had she ever accidentally wet herself? Had she at some point in her life sneezed and felt hot pee gush into her pants, unable to stop it? How did it make her feel? Did she also find it oddly arousing to feel the wetness against her skin?
Again, Wendy replayed the incident in her mind. The gushing sensation had been like nothing she had ever experienced before. Warm, wet, uncontrollable. The way the pee had soaked her underwear, cradling her sex… A warm, sensual touch. She found herself getting a little turned on again. It was a tingly, almost insistent sensation. She felt herself getting wet again. Not from pee this time.
As soon as she came home, she headed straight for the shower. Her clothes would go in the wash. She went to take her clothes off, but paused in front of the full-length mirror. She looked herself up and down. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she had those red blotches on her chest and neck. Normally, she would get those only when she was stressing out about something, like giving a speech in front of people, but apparently a little slightly shameful sexual arousal also brought it out in her. She grinned awkwardly at her own reflection.
She looked at her crotch area. She had WET herself today. Peed in HER PANTS. Completely by accident, and completely unexpectedly. Pee had gushed out – her stomach did the little flip again when she remembered the gushing sensation – and her crotch had been wet. Her pants had had a wet spot. She had walked around town in pants wet with her pee. And nobody had known! Her stomach flipped again. Nobody had known. She had been naughty, but nobody knew.
What if more pee had come out? What if her bladder had been really full when she sneezed? Would she have been able to stop it? Would the wet spot have been bigger? Would anyone have seen? She almost wanted to see it. Try it. She did kind of have to go. Not a lot, but there was a slight urge. She relaxed, allowing the pee to creep closer to the opening. Did she dare? She had already peed in these clothes once today. They were going straight in the wash. What would be the harm in trying it out?
She let it come closer, almost letting it out. Everything felt tingly, her breath was shallow. God, that felt good! At one point, she felt the pee about to come out when her muscles suddenly cut everything off. Apparently, a lifetime of trying to keep the pee out of your pants was hard to overcome. She chuckled and tried again. It felt a little ridiculous, but she didn’t want to stop now. She wanted to know what it felt like.
This time it was easier. The sensation of keeping the pee right at the opening felt sooo good. She reveled in it for a few seconds. And then she relaxed her muscles and let it come. The first few drops felt blazing hot. It didn’t quite gush, it was more like a slow trickle, but the warm wetness soaking her panties was the same. It cradled her sex. The pee kept flowing, and she didn’t stop it at first. For four, maybe five seconds, she let it flow, before she almost fearfully tensed up, stopping the flow. She had peed! She had wet her pants! On purpose! What the hell was she doing!? How the hell did this feel so good?! The pee had soaked a much bigger area than the gushes from her sneezing. The wetness extended further up the front and more toward the back. While she definitely would have panicked if this had happened in public, the wetness on her jeans was surprisingly hard to see because the jeans were so dark. She could just make out the outline. The wet spot extended about halfway down her thighs. There were a couple of drops on the tile floor. She felt much wetter than before, which was perhaps not surprising, considering she had let out much more pee this time. She liked feeling it on her thighs. The bigger wet spot made it feel naughtier, somehow.
She was really turned on at this point. There was something about the taboo of it all. Flouting convention. She was an adult. She was not supposed to wet herself, and yet… she had. The sensation of letting the warm, wet pee just flow out into her pants, enveloping her sex was incredibly arousing. This was not an accident. She had deliberately relaxed her muscles and relieved herself while fully clothed. It was ridiculous. But also incredibly thrilling. She could not resist putting her hand down the front of her jeans. It was sopping wet and slick with her own juices. She began to touch herself, softly. Gently. Her clitoris was extremely sensitive. She could not remember the last time she was this aroused. Almost without thinking, she let out a bit more pee. Her fingers were right there. She could feel the stream across her fingers, soaking into the fabric underneath. Hot. Wet. Too much to bear. She climaxed right then and there. |
“Come on! It’s fine, this demon’s just a fucking building!” Frustration was seeping out of every word of Power’s, she had been jiggling the same door handle, for nearly five minutes. Kicking it, screaming at it, and using various found weapons from the trashed room, didn’t seem to help their situation.
“We’ll be fine, they’ll find us, or we’ll find a way to kill the demon, let’s just...Take a second.” Though her words sounded calm, it was anything but the way Kenobi actually felt, her heart had been running a marathon in her chest for who knew how long, she just didn’t want Power to notice.
They had been in the small bedroom off the side of the main apartment, for what felt like hours, even if it had only really been just one. The room had started off pristine, which was a rarity for them. Of course with Powers' little rampage that didn’t really stay the case for the bedroom for very long.
Desk papers strewn about the room, furniture on it’s side, hell even one plate was broken in half, to useas a shiv in case of emergencies. Discarded now mostly due to how the door repaired itself if Power tried to chip through it with the cheap ceramic.
Power herself, had her jacket around her elbows, and was trying to rip a drawer from the desk, though it didn’t seem to want to open, locked or jammed.
Kenobi had been watching this whole display, her fingers digging into the flesh above her knees, her foot gently bouncing, trying to ignore her body's growing needs, in the hopes her companion ignored it too.
“Why are you just...sitting there?!” The strawberry blonde’s brows were furrowed, Kenobi looking up to meet her eyes, and swiftly looking to the side, too embarrassed to admit...why she didn’t want to stand up, and jerk her body around.
“I...just...it, why do you have to...break everything here?” As if to mask her nerves, and her bodies urdges, she moved to stand, crossing her arms, and looking at the floor, her knees pressing together as she stood. Her bladder felt like it was liable to start hurting, but...For now she was fine.
“I don’t...know uh, how...how long we’ll be in here...you didn’t happen to notice some kind of...o-of bathroom did you?” In response she got a sideways look, the sarcasm in Power’s voice making the black haired girl nearly wince...She couldn’t be more uncomfortable is she tried.
“You’d wanna pee with this fucking demon watching you?” Kenobi shook her head, a pink blush erupting across the bridge of her nose, highlighting her cheek as she scratched the back of her head, shifting from foot to foot, trying somehow to ignore the building urdge, that made her want to bounce like a kid who had to go.
“W-What?! No...I just…was concerned is all, you’re fine too, right?” Kenobi instead sucked in a sharp breath, when the desk chair was lifted, bounced to check it’s weight, then thrown into the window, where it promptly threw the chair back against the opposite wall. Both the chair and the wall coming out of it unscathed, the window didn’t even have a scratch on it.
The nail of the blonde woman tapped on her chin, as she stared at Kenobi. Who tried, and failed to keep eye contact with her, instead looking away, forcing her body to stop moving with the urge to pee. Power instead, moved her hand, and then pointed to the potted plant in the corner of the room. Within seconds that soft blush across Kenobi’s face had turned into a raging bonfire of red.
“What?! You seriously...you’d!? In the...p-plant?!” Even the mention of actually getting to...relieve the knot of warmth in her lower abdomen, made the poor girl have to fight to not give herself away...Her body was begging her just to do it, but in a small space with another person here?! No way.
“Yeah, I’d do it, fuck yeah I would, rather than piss myself like some weirdo little kid.” Power snorted, pacing in the middle of the room, scratching her cheek, seemingly, for now, she had run out of shit to throw at the walls.
“J-Jesus… I don’t understand how you’re still able to surprise me with that sort of thing...” The blush on her face wouldn’t go away, even rubbing her face, subtly, while Power was distracted with thinking. The idea of going in the...plant, embarrassed her, only bringing more attention to the growing feeling in her bladder, the push, the need...the heat. Kenobi had to bite her lip as she moved to lean on the wall by the window, rubbing her arm as she tried to find a way to distract herself from her need.
“Clearly the...throwing stuff route isn’t working...We need to kill this thing, or wait for our friends to...bunker down, make sure we don’t die, sleep in shifts if...i-if we have to.” Her speech lapsed as she felt a twinge, her thighs shifting together, she hoped to god Power hadn’t seen, she’d never hear the end of it.
Power’s own body was starting to hate the way she ignored it’s needs, heat between her thighs, seeming to claw at her inner legs, making the girl groan, in half annoyance. Pushing her thighs together, and running a hand down the back of her left thigh, she hated the need to go, and hated even more so how...Intense holding it could feel sometimes. Her hand gently, absentmindedly traced a finger back up her thigh, as she tried to focus on the conversation at hand.
“Mmm...So we’re screwed, is what you’re saying?” Power said, with another groan, not trying to hide her discomfort, she pushed a hand between her legs, bending forward just a bit, more annoyed with the body’s refusal to let it go.
“What the...Wha-What are you doing?!” Kenobi’s own repression made her notice Power’s obvious display with a face that couldn’t grow anymore colorful. Power raised a brow, giving her a look, as she patted her lower stomach, her brows shooting up at how the twinges of need shot up her stomach, lighting up her spine with need, in an almost amusing way.
“I have to pee Kenobi, you’re the one that brought it up, why so surprised that I have to?” To that Kenobi couldn’t respond, wishing she had the guts to hold herself too, instead she felt the near teasingly warm sensation of just barely...barely holding back her body from just letting it loose down her legs, the very idea making her jerk her head to the side to avoid looking at Power, as if she had been burned.
“Just pee then! Get it over with so we can...fix this...situation.” Kenobi paused, glancing up, pushing a hand over her own mouth as she watched Power...move towards the potted plant.
[KENOBI IS HAVING TROUBLE HOLDING IT IN AS POWER JUST PEES IN THE POTTED PLANT]
Pulling her pants down, Power hooked her forefingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and practically flashing Kenobi, who couldn’t help herself. This girl was...just going!! To pee in front of her, and like some indecent pervert she could hardly look away. Power didn’t even have the decency to sit, leaning back over the pot, she moved her thighs apart, then...let herself pee.
It started off slow, a little shy trickle, to make sure none of the urine got on her clothes, but it quickly picked up speed, the sound of hissing, the trickling noise between them in the once near silent bedroom caught Kenobi off guard.
Her hand tensed, squeezing as she couldn’t look away, eyes traveling over soft pink-blushed flesh, spread apart to wet in the old dirt of this shitty apartment building. That wasn’t even the worst of it, Power had the audacity, the nerve...the spine shaking courage to groan in the pleasure of how it felt.
“Ngh~! God that feels good, didn’t realize how long I was holding it in...Damn.” Kenobi pressed her hand closer to her own mouth, watching as the golden liquid dripped down the other girl’s thighs, the sound of it making her own body scream.
Her knees were so tensely locked together, Kenobi was sure if she moved too quickly, she would pass out, collapse, and her body would give out on her. Without meaning to, her eyes squeezed shut, as if she didn’t trust her muscles not to give out on her if she moved. The idea of wetting herself was so humiliating, so near-vile, that she felt sick, though that pleasured groan kept playing in her head, over and over again.
“Kenobi, what the hell’s gotten into you?” Power’s voice seemed distant and far away, as the dark-haired girl peeked open her eyes. Seeing Power’s stream start to end, and her pulling up her skirt. Kenobi groaned quietly, muffled into the palm of her hand.
“I...I-I can’t, Power I can’t...help...” Kenobi’s voice surprised even herself, with the neediness dripping off of every word, her free hand, that had been resting ever so gently on the wall behind her, pressed down, between her legs, giving something for her thighs to press against, her flesh squishing softly, trying to keep her bladder from suddenly releasing all of its contents on the floor.
“W-Woah what do you mean you can’t!? Kenobi, do you have to pee?! How long have you had to pee?!” Power’s voice raised an octave, or two, as Kenobi forced herself to look at her companion, whimpering as her vision blurred, the need to go was so bad, her body was doing anything now to fight it.
“I-I thought...fuck....I thought we’d be out by now but I...I can’t and then you...I-I have to go so bad I can’t...P-Power I can’t take it anymore.” Kenobi felt her face burn hotter than any fire she had bared witness to. She could see Powe’s worry, concern, surprise, all of it was nearly too much for her.
“Please...help me, g-get to the...pot, I can’t do it on my own, I can’t...” Power watched as Kenobi doubled over, seemingly unable to stop herself, looking up at Power, the black-haired girl seemed more than desperate, bladder shy up until the very moment of emergency.
“Fuck! O...Okay I get it, I’ll help! Just, hold it okay, don’t pee on me, alright!?” Kenobi could only manage a pitiful whimper, a nod that hardly counted as one. Power approaching her, Kenobi, only letting out a soft, desperate whine.
“Hurry...h-hurry.” Kenobi tried to edge forward, only to let out a pained cry under her breath, Power moving to brush the tendrils of hair from her face, groaning softly.
“You dork...don’t ever wait this long again, no wonder it hurts! You’re lucky you have me with you, or you’d be screwed.” The strawberry blonde knelt, and easily picked up Kenobi, bridal style in her arms, the girl wincing, taking deep breaths to ignore the growing desperation in her body.
Even Power could tell now, just by looking at her, this girl had been holding it for far too long, her shirt made a graceful bump over where her bladder was in her body.
“I’m...sorry” Kenobi whispered, being set on the lip of the pot, she couldn’t even move to pull down her own clothes, Power moving to kneel in front of her without a second thought.
“Shh dork, you go apologizing to me every time you messed up, I’d stop feeling all cool around you.” Kenobi only nodded to her friend's words, gripping her shoulders as she knelt, unclothing the lower half of Kenobi.
“O-Oh god...oh….” Kenobi’s noises of relief, slightly mixed with pleasure sounded under her breath, her fingers gently digging into the cloth of Power’s button up, Kenobi’s head tilting back as she whimpered in relief, the sounds of her urine hitting the dirt between them, making it a little awkward for poor Kenobi, as Power simply chuckled under her breath. |
===== CHAPTER 1: A NEW BEGINNING (ABBY) =====
It was exciting, moving to a new town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I felt the cool wind through my hair, and the hot sun on my face as I stuck my head out of the car window. I saw a beautiful landscape, green trees with a few leaves just starting to turn brown, and the sky so blue it hurt to look at. The whole town of Omoria Plains was like this, I knew from my previous visit.
"Abigail, get your head back in the car!" my Mum yelled at me. "Surely by the age of 23 you have grown out of that." She said, and I could tell she was smiling. It was nice of her to drive me from the airport, and I would miss her a lot, I knew. We talked about many things on the three hour drive to my apartment, and with a tearful hug goodbye, she drove back to the airport. I realised as she left that she should have stayed to use my new apartments toilet, as the three hour drive back didn't have any restrooms that I had noticed. The lack of restrooms bothered me a little on the trip, I was planning to point one out to my mum and ask to use it if the chance arose, but it hadn't.
Putting that out of my mind, I started unloading my things from the boot of my car and bringing them up the 3 flights of stairs to my small apartment. After I had finished dragging the last of my bags up, I surveyed my rooms. They were a little cramped looking, but I had prioritized location over luxury when purchasing. Omoria Plains was a vibrant, green, place which wasn't big enough to be a city but wasn't small enough to be boring. It was perfect for me, I thought as I started walking towards my bedroom, where the en suite with the bathroom was located. Just then, I heard someone drive up. I looked out the window and sure enough, it was my old friend Jenna. She was still driving the same beat up looking red Toyota, I noticed before I rushed down the stairs to meet her.
My mind was racing as I walked through the lobby to see her. I noticed something slightly off about the receptionist, but I didn't have time to think about it. Jenna was the most beautiful girl in the world, without a doubt, and also happened to be my ex girlfriend. We had broken up because she moved here and I had stayed in the city. In fact, one of the reasons I chose this place was because she lived here. I could go on all day about her perfect round boobs, nice ass and tight thighs, but for now I'll focus on her personality. She was loud and confident, the opposite of me, but they say opposites attract. My shy, quiet disposition was contrasted by her flashy hairstyle, quick tongue and easy charm.
We met in the lobby, and the first thing we did was hugged. Our embrace lasted a long time, before we disentangled and started chatting. While we caught up, I subtly looked at her figure. She was wearing a loose red crop top, and very tight looking black gym pants. The gym pants made her ass look amazing, and squeezed her belly so that it was flat. Before we left, Jenna called out to the receptionist "I'm here with Abby, I'm helping her move in" . The receptionist smiled, but the look in her eyes that was something like... sympathy? Once again, I noticed something off about the receptionist. She looked tense and slightly uncomfortable. "Have fun," she said, her voice slightly strained.
"So what made you choose to move to here?" asked Jenna, as we were walking up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at her ass, it looked like she was clenching it, it was so nice in those pants. She saw me looking, and gave me a knowing smile as though she took that to be an answer.
I thought about it for a second and responded, "It's a lovely town, its close to the beach, and I had to get away from the city."
"What do you think about the culture here so far?" she responded. That was a weird question, I thought as I retorted back "it's still the United States isn't it? It can't be too different". In response to that she raised her eyebrow, and started smiling as though she was trying not to laugh. "I suppose", she said, and obviously trying to avoid the question quickly continued on talking about the weather.
Once we reached my apartment, I made some coffee for each of us and we kept chatting. I would have used the bathroom at this point, but talking with Jenna was too fun. We unpacked things and reminisced on the city, life in general and relationships for the next few hours. By then, it had turned to night, and the suggestion of Jenna staying in my apartment was in the air. I wasn't quite sure if it was taking things too fast to sleep together on my first day in town. Jenna, however, decided not to. After many goodbyes, and a very light kiss which left me more turned on than it should have, she was getting back to her car. I noticed as she was turning her car on that her leg was bouncing a little. I realised suddenly that I still hadn't used the bathroom since leaving the airport 5 hours ago, and looking at Jenna's leg made me think she was also in need of a bathroom. "Would you like to use the bathroom before you go?" I asked politely. She immediately stopped bouncing her leg, and looked up at me. "I'll be fine" she said with a laugh, and then she quickly closed her very dirty car window. How weird, I though to myself. As I stepped back into the door to the lobby, I noticed that the receptionist was swaying from side to side slowly, bending over and clenching her teeth. If she looked a little uncomfortable before, now she was distressed. As soon as she saw me looking though, she stopped. She was standing very still now, but I had noticed her looking like she needed to go to the toilet, and badly, just before.
Sometimes in the city I had seen people desperate for a bathroom, but not often. They would hobble slowly, hands on their privates, looking as though they didn't have a care in the world except finding a bathroom. However the only two people I had seen so far in this town had both seemed to be a little desperate. Even more different was that they were trying not to let anyone notice. Just another difference between city and country, I supposed. I looked back at the receptionist. She was tall, dark skinned and smiling as she looked back at me. Her figure was amazing, and as I glanced down to see her ass, I noticed her stomach was slightly bulging below her jeans. There was a chance she was in the early stages of pregnancy, but judging by her frantic actions before she had noticed me it was more likely she was bursting to pee. I decided to strike up a conversation to her, even though normally I would be nervous talking to pretty girls like her, because I wanted to know why she was so afraid of me spotting her pee dance. "Hi," I said meekly as I walked over to her desk. "What's your name?"
"Silvia." she replied energetically, "and you?"
"I'm called Abigail, but everyone calls me Abby. I know this might be a weird question, but would you like me to take over for a minute while you go to the bathroom? I noticed you bouncing around before and I know how annoying it is when you're stuck at a job and need to use a toilet." After I had awkwardly fumbled through saying my entire question, she just looked at me and chuckled.
"You're new to the town, from the city, aren't you?" She asked. I nodded my head, a bit confused by her question. "Ladies in this town aren't supposed to let that sort of thing get in the way of their life. I moved from the city a few years ago, and I know it might be a shock, but it's a better lifestyle, not getting distracted by silly things like going to the toilet every hour. It's very progressive". She looked proud as she said this, but at the same time she had started slowly rocking side to side again. "Also, try not to mention it to other ladies. They might think you are calling them weak." I stared at her speechlessly for a few seconds, before she started talking again. "If you have nothing else to say, I'm quite busy with the annual report". I nodded my head, said a quick goodbye and walked back up to my room. I was still processing what she was saying, when I looked out of the window in my bedroom and saw faded graffiti on the opposite apartment block that said "girls dont pee".
I was surprised, to say the least, that there was such a stigma around girls using the bathroom in Omoria Plains. I had always been slightly annoyed, sure, when I was forced to pause a movie or leave a housework job half done because my bladder called me away to the toilet. But surely the uncomfortable, drawn-out urgency of holding on to your pee was worse. Sitting on my bed, I looked towards the shiny, tiled en suite next to my wardrobe. For the first time since I had relieved myself at the airport, I was fully aware of the situation of my bladder. I wasn't dancing around desperately trying to hold it back, but it felt like a constant, uncomfortable ache, the sort that makes you think to yourself now would be a good time for relief. The marvelous effect of coffee. I stared at the inviting looking toilet bowl, and wondered to myself, why should I get up and use it? I still had more unpacking to do. I may as well try to fit in, I decided as I unzipped my case and started sorting through it...
===== CHAPTER 2: COOL, CALM AND COLLECTED (JENNA) =====
I need to pee, I thought to myself as I bit my lip, curled my toes and moved up and down in my seat. I looked down at my gym pants, and reluctantly conceded that I should probably pull them down a little soon. They were very restrictive on my full bladder. Talking to Abby earlier, I had even let a sign of my desperation show. Atl east I had done better than the receptionist, who was dancing around like a mad woman even though she only had the smallest of bladder bulges. Thinking of bladder bulges, I realised I was coming up to a red light. The pressure I felt on my small, overworked kegel muscles was almost too much now. I reached down to pull my gym pants, which were completely flattening what had to be at least 1.5 letres of pee in my bladder, but was forced to reach down further to grab my pussy as hard as I could to stop a leak from coming out. I squirmed around frantically, trying to give any amount of strength I could. This situation of absolute desperation, almost wetting myself was very familiar experience by now after 3 years of living in Omoria. Just in time, I managed to pull down my pants, but I accidentally pulled them down past my vagina. As soon as I had, my body gave of a shiver of sweet relief that it was finally free to expand. The size of the bulge protruding out from my lower abdomen would have shocked someone who wasn't used to my sort of lifestyle, and even some who lived in Omoria Plains. Usually I could last a full day without going to the bathroom, however having coffee at Abby's new apartment had pushed me to my limits.
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This story is unfinished, and won't be continued. If you would like to continue it, feel free to change whatever you want and take the plot wherever you want. |
Hello, I have been into pee/omorashi for more than 10 years now, after readying all the stories and watching all the videos I was interested, I thought it was time to write my own fiction!
Please be patient, English is not my first language.
Defying Melissa
Disclaimer: this won't be sexual and there wil be no inc/est
Melissa's name meant trouble, that was what her friends and family used to say, and it looked like Sharon had not heard of that or she wouldn't have been married to the girl's father for 8 months already. Sharon started to wonder about Melissa while she put a wet skirt and wet panties inside the loundry machine.
You see, Melissa's mother had abandoned her and her father when Melissa was just a few years old and never looked back, the girl didn't even remember her mother's face. The girl's father, Harry, decided to marry another woman noticing the absence of a woman figure had negatively affected Melissa more than he expectedit would, the problem was he took action too late, only when his daughter was already 21 years old, the damage had already been done.
In Harry's family opinion the lack of a mother's care wasn't the only thing that lead to where Melissa was now, Harry was also also absent until today, he was a business man that lead his own company, usually he went on business trips, leaving Melissa at home with her nannies or maids. Harry's mom had lectured him many times about the subject, but he never cared about what she had to say, no one ever helped him with Melissa.
Albeit what everyone said, Sharon married Harry and started living in his house with Melissa. It was not that Sharon didn't care abou the girl's behaviour, sometimes it did really bother her and made her feel angry, but she always tried to be patient with Melissa and to help the girl - although Melissa tried to show she didn't want her aid.
And what was so bad about Melissa? The now 22 years old behaviour was a problem and Sharon hadn't need a lot of time to know that. today Sharon could say she was finally used to it. Melissa was a messy girl, always leaving her things scatered around the house, and never cleaned after herself, leaving it to Sharon. Also, Melissa was so very rude to everyone around her especially to Sharon who had been granted with not so polite word from the girl. And last but not least, the behaviour all of Melissa's family feared even if they had never witnessed one of those 'events', Melissa's pee, let's say, habits.
Oh, Melissa's peeing was a problem, a big one, and something that Sharon had never seen before in her life. It seemed like the girl wasn't very fond of going toilet in the actual toilet! Melissa preferred going wherever the hell she wanted to, her bed, the floor, her own clothes, well, wherever, always leaving her urine to be cleaned by Sharon. It was not that the girl never used the toilet, actually most of her 'business' was done there, but often she liked to explore her 'revolutionary' peeing habits.
Although was something Sharon really didn't understand, she always cleaneded the mess Melissa left behind. Sharon wasn't disgusted by the girl's pee and she also didn't want to live in a filthy mess, and believe it, they would if she left it to be claned by Melissa, she tried that before and the girl hadn't bothered.
To be truthfull, Melissa's peeing was the thing in the girl's behaviour that was less annoying to Sharon, what really preocuppied teh woman was the girl's rudeness. Sharon was triying to be stric, what until now seemed unefective, Melissa cotinued with her disrespectfulness.
If Melissa, with her manners, had the intention of making Sharon give up and divorce Harry, the girl shoudn't loose her time like that, Sharon really loved Harry and, maybe if some people didn't understand -well, Sharon herself didn't-, she also loved Melissa. Sharon had always been discribed as a caring and affectionate person by the ones who knew her, besides, she was the 'mom' of her group of friends.
Actually, being a mother was always something sharon had wanted, she had been married with another man before Harry, but she didn't have kids, never felt like it was the right time, until she met Harry and knew that he had a daughter.
It was a night like many others, Harry wa away in one of his many business trips, Melissa was out with God knows who and Sharon was at home, watching a movie, part because she wanted to and part because when Melissa was out she always waited the girl to come back before she herself went to sleep. Who knew what Melissa did when out, maybe she would need Sharon.
Sharon was in the middle of watching Some Like It Hot - yes, a very old movie, but Sharon's father was addicted to them - when she heard the bell ring. She left the armchair she was seated on and paused the movie before going to the front door. When she opened it, Melissa got into the house almost knocking herself into Sharon, it was pretty clear the girl was far beyond than tipsy in the drunk spectrum.
The girl backed herself up the hall's wall, yer, she was drunk enough to not trust her sense of balance. Seeing that Sharon couldn't help but offer "Do you want help to get to your bed?"
"Oh, fuck of for once!" Melissa rudely complained.
Sharon wanted to lecture the girl, but had already learn that when Melissa was drunk like that it would only be a waste of time, instead Sharon closed and locked the front door before returning to her chair in the TV room to finish the movie.
It didn't take long for Melissa, surprisingly, to enter the TV room looking as much drunk as Sharon first thought she was. Without saying a thing Melissa popped herself down, laying on the rug, she put one of her arms on her face, covering her eyes. By her breathing, Sharon could tell Melissa was asleep.
Sharon carried on with her movie, every once in a while she would look at Melissa to see if everything was alright. One of those time she noticed the girl had put her hand under her skirt to hold herself.
A few minutes passed and Melissa, even if still napping, started to look like she was unquiet, turning from side to side, still holding herself. Sharon decided to awake the girl up, but it wasn't necessary, all of a sudden Melissa sat up and whimpered while looking ate her lap.
Sharon waited for the girl's further action, yet Melissa didn't get up, the only difference was that now she was fidgety. "Melissa, don't you think you should go to the potty?" She gently sugested, don't wanting to cause a argument with the other one.
Melissa snorted and rolled her eyes, slowly she kneed on the floor, now furiously trying to hold herself with both hands while rocking her hips.
"I am just saying because you don't look comfortable right now." Sharon explained. "At all." She added after hearing another whimp coming from Melissa's lip.
"Didn't I tell you earlier to fuck off?!" Melissa retorted while trying to get up without having to move her hands. "Potty?! How old do you think I am?! I don't go potty, I fucking piss!"
"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but you are not really looking like 22 right now, are you?!" Was Sharon's answer. "A 22 year old girl would go to the bathroom." She emphasized the last word because of Melissa's previous complaint.
"You are not my boss, I piss when I want and where I want." The girl finally was standing on her feet.
"Suit yourself then." Sharon said and crossed her anrms, frowning, like Melissa she also wasn't happy with the situation.
"Oh, I will." Melissa gave the other one of her smirks, letting the woman know it was time for her to be naughty.
Melissa stepped on the sofa, took on eof her hands from where it were, opened the button of her skirt and pulled the ziper down. She moved the other hand and with both quickly pulled har skirt and white panties down in just on go. Returning both hands back to hold herself she stteped out of the pieces of clothe.
Sharon could really see how desparete to pee Melissa was right now, a pee streak running down the girl's left leg apperead as soon as her hands left her groin.
"Watch your good girl going potty now, mom." Melissa snickered and put her right foot on the sofa's arm, kepping the left one on the sofa cushion, pee was already leaking on her legs and she took her hands of her lady parts and finally let her pee go right on the sofa.
Melissa the started moving her hips to get the pee stream everywhere she could, including her clothes that she left on the sofa, now she was also getting the rug on the floor wet.
Sharon was a little bit shocked, but more worrid about Melissa hurting herself as she was still drunk. She felt a relieved when Melissa rested her butt on the sofa, also putting her hands on it, whilst stiil keeping her legs open and pee.
After a few seconds the pee stream weakened until it turned into just few drips, Melissa was watching her crotch when the dripping stopped. "There!" She exclaimed while she gave her crotch a shake with her right hand.
She left the sofa and layed down to the other sofa that was right beside it, again putting her arm to cover her eyes to continue her nap even if she was naked waits down.
Sharon kept quiet - she didn't even know what to say - and eyeing sometimes the wet sofa and sometimes the again sleeping Melissa. It was just 10 minutes later when she decided it was enough and turned the TV off. She grabbed Melissa's wet skirt and underwear from the sofa, taking them right to the loundry room, luckly she hadn't done the was already.
Sharon climbed up the stairs to take blanket and a towel from Melissa's closet then she went back to the TV room. She put a hand on Melissa's arm to shake the girl gently. "Melissa, ate least wipe yourself." She told the girl as her legs where glistening with the girl's pee.
"You wipe it." Melissa mumbled before snorting.
Sharon rolled her eyes, but quickly wipe Melissa's legs. "I will wipe your lady parts too." She warned the girl and give her some seconds to deny, Melissa just snorted again and Sharon wiped the girl's crotch. "Goodnight." She covered Melissa before turning of the lights.
Sharon deeply sighed and then left the room, she knew tomorrow it woudn't be fun to clean all the mess Melissa had made. |
Omorashi Tutors:
I do not claim to understand everything that was said in these videos. Rather, this is my story based on these 15 episodes. Though, technically, I think the actress that plays the tutor has changed each time, I’m going to call the tutor by the same name, Tanaka Shiori. Shiori is her first name, and Tanaka is her last name.
I do not take credit for uploading the above files to Omorashi org, but I really liked them after watching them, and then I suddenly got idea for making a story based on a tutor from watching them. So, while the movies have nothing to do with me, I am making my story based on watching them.
Movie 1 episode 1:
Tanaka Shiori:
Twenty year old college student Shiori had a part time job tutoring junior high school students as practice for entering the teaching field. She was a third year student, when things started to get difficult for her.
This year, she met her worst student, Aoyama Miho.
The first session started as any other…. Shiori was greeted at the door of the home for the student, and then the third grade junior high school student, Miho, brought the teacher up to the room that was set up with a small table and space for the teacher to begin.
At first, Miho and Shiori started to get to know each other….
Miho: So, what year of college are you in?
Shiori: I’m in the third year. But I have a lot of experience tutoring because I’ve already been tutoring three other students.
Miho kind of wanted to use the bathroom, but she didn’t exactly know where it was, this was her first impression on her student and the students’ family, and she was already ten minutes late because she had trouble finding the place.
Miho: Oh, what a coincidence. I’m in my third year, though that’s junior high school and not college.
Girls: giggle.
Miho: So, I don’t mean to blame the teacher or say you are a bad teacher, but because you arrived late, we should go ahead and get started, because we will not have as much time to study today.
Shiori: Yes, I’m sorry. I know where you live now, so I promise this is the only time I’ll be late. Let’s do our best, and we’ll get through as much as we can today.
Shiori: But first, I haven’t had a chance to go to the bathroom because of having a hard time finding this place, so if I may use the….
Miho: Toilet?
Shiori: Yes, please? I’ll just be a moment, I promise. I just really need to go.
Miho: I see. Well, the toilet is down the stairs just in the small hall around the corner.
Shiori: So, if you don’t mind, I’ll just be a moment.
Miho: Yeah, it’s okay.
Shiori went down to the bathroom, but when she got there the toilet door was locked. She was a bit shy, so was a little nervous to knock on the door. First impressions are very important, you know, for first time students. After waiting a bit, she realized that she was also wasting class time, so she returned to the classroom to try to continue the tutoring class.
While Shiori was out, Miho had gone through her big bag and found her tea bottle that she had just basically started. Now, Miho really didn’t like studying, but her mom was very strict. Miho would do anything to get out of studying, and one of things that has worked until now, has been to make sure the sensei needs to use the bathroom for as much of the lesson as possible, so she slipped some special medicine in the sensei’s tea while she was gone.
Then Shiori returned to the small classroom….
Miho: Okay, so can we begin?
Shiori: Sure. I guess I’m ready.
Miho: So, I’m not good at history at all.
Shiori: Actually, when I was in junior high, I wasn’t that good at it either.
Miho: What? Sensei wasn’t good at it either?
Shiori: But you know, even in high school, the first year, I had trouble, but I found a good tutor, and little by little, I began to understand.
Miho: So, you really had trouble in history?
Shiori: It was my worst subject at the time. So, really you and I are alike, and I was able to pick it up, and I’m sure, if we work hard, you can do it, too.
Miho: Okay….
As Miho started to look over the worksheet she had from school to start studying the day’s lesson, she noticed that Shiori is fidgeting mostly with her blouse, and she knows how hot it is….
Miho: “I’m sorry sorry about our air conditioning. It’s really hot, is it?
Shiori: It’s okay. I’m really used to the weather in this area.
Miho: But I still feel sorry that the air conditioner is broken. You know, we have a cold drink, it you want?
Shiori: Actually, you know, I brought my own.
Miho: Okay, well, you should drink. I don’t want you to pass out while you are trying to tutor me.
Shiori: Don’t worry, I won’t. Thank you for your concern though.
Miho: Well, please drink it.
Shiori: Okay. (giggle)
While Shiori drank a bit from her tea bottle, the same one that Miho had put special medicine in earlier, Miho started to read the questions on the worksheet she needed to study from….
While Miho was reading over her worksheet and trying to understand it, she also wanted to have a casual conversation with Shiori, so she talked a little bit about school.
Miho: I am in the English club at school because I’m really not that good at sports. I really like English. So, what about Sensei? When you were in junior high, what club did you enjoy?
Shiori: Tennis.
Miho: Tennis?
Shiori: Yeah. That was ….
Miho: That’s wonderful! Sensei must be great!
Miho: So did you get on the A team on your first try and play for the school?
Shiori: Oh, not. I wasn’t that good.
Miho: Oh, I see… so….
Shiori: Wait. Just a moment, please. Um… I really need to go to the toilet again. I’m sorry, but I’ll be right back, I promise.
Miho: Yeah, okay.
But when Shiori got to the bathroom door, it was still locked. She tried to be a little more bold and even knock on the door, but there was no answer. She wasn’t sure what to do….
What Shiori had not known, was that Miho had secretly locked the bathroom door, in a way that only Miho knew how to do. So far as Miho knew, someone was taking a really long time, and she was wasting class time, and on top of it, it was starting to get bad. She didn’t dare go back to class still needing a toilet, so she tried an alternative, but then Miho’s mom caught her... in the shower room.
Shiori was just wrestling her panties down under her skirt, when the shower door opened on her, and she was confronted by the girl’s mother.
Mom: Who are you? What are you doing in here?
Shiori: I’m sorry. I’m the new tutor.
Mom: The new tutor? Oh, you must be Shiori?
Shiori: Yes, that’s me.
Mom: Well, what are you doing in here? I’m not paying you snoop around my house.
Shiori: I’m sorry.
Mom: Hurry up, go to the classroom space! My daughter is waiting for you!
Shiori: Yes, ma’am.
Shiori was so embarrassed about the mom almost catching her with her panties pulled down, that she didn’t even try to go to the toilet. Surely, the woman would be really upset, if she knew that Shiori was about to pee in the shower space….
Back in the classroom…
Shiori: I’m sorry. Let’s see what you’ve gotten so far?
Miho: Alright. So, the first place I’m having trouble is right here….
Shiori: (giggles) Okay.
Miho: So, I read the question carefully, and the question is just too broad. It seems there is too much information to shift through for this question….
While Miho tried to explain her problem for the sensei, Shiori was having difficulty concentrating because she was really fidgeting trying not to wet her pants in front of her student. She was scared to go back down stairs a third time, mostly because she felt like the mom was counting the money she was wasting now….
Miho: So, how can I find out who actually was involved in Japan’s revolution that changed the Samurai class?
Shiori tried to read through the text that was supposed to be read to explain the story of it all, but she was having difficulty concentrating because she was really feeling the burn and squirms from needing to pee. The hot thread was right at her hole, trying to push it open and come out! She was nervous, hot, and very worried she was going to wet her pants….
Miho seemed to be trying to read the passages again, looking for the words that they wanted in the short answer response, and she was looking to Shiori to help her, but Shiori was having her own problems. Her face was starting to sweat, her legs wouldn’t sit still, and her burning squirming was getting more and more insistent.
As Shiori got closer and closer to the breaking point, she started to get shy and embarrassed. She looked down and away from Miho, ashamed that she was having such a hard time in class, when she was supposed to be tutoring the younger girl….
Suddenly, the poor nervous tutor started to shake and pee uncontrollably while her student was still reading. She didn’t know that Miho had a little smirk on her face as her Tutor was wetting because Miho could hear the sounds even though she tried to pretend not to notice the wetting at first.
Then….
Because Shiori had a hard time controlling her breathing, and it got loud as she nervously pissed all over herself and then floor, eventually, Miho could not pretend to be completely oblivious, so she started cautiously….
Miho: Sensei?
Shiori: Yes?
Miho: Sensei?
Shiori: What?
Miho: There’s something all over the floor, isn’t there?
Shiori: Um… I… I didn’t notice….
Miho: So, you don’t know what that is?
Shiori: I… I’m not sure.
Miho: But it’s water, and it goes from all the way over here, to right up… um… under your chair, from… your skirt?
Shiori: I don’t know why.
Miho: Sensei? Do you think I’m stupid?
Shiori is too embarrassed to say anything now.
Miho: You peed your pants. You know that’s what’s on the floor!
Shiori: Don’t say that.
Miho: But it’s true. I should probably tell my mom.
Shiori: Don’t do that!
Miho: But sensei, you were bad. Weren’t you?
Shiori: Please stop that.
Miho: Sensei, you peed your pants. I’m going to record this with my phone….
Shiori was beside herself with shame and embarrassment.
Miho: I don’t understand, Sensei. You asked to use the bathroom like twice, didn’t you? You had a chance to go!
Shiori: But the toilets wasn’t free. It was locked.
Miho: Okay, but you should have said something about that.
Shiori: Please stop.
Miho: Sensei, this is serious. If I were in school and I did this, I’d be in trouble. Don’t you think it’s a bad example to pee in the class time?
Shiori: I know but….
Miho: Sensei. I should tell my mom what you did. There is proof all over the floor what you did.
Shiori: Please.
Miho: Lift your skirt. Let’s see how wet your panties are.
Shiori: Stop that, please?
After getting her tutor’s panties exposed, Miho continued to shame the poor sensei.
Miho: Wow! You really did a number, didn’t you?
They fought over the skirt for a few more minutes, and then Miho started recording on her phone again.
Miho: Sensei, you need to apologize.
Shiori: Alright.
Miho: Tell us your name….
Shiori: My name is Tanaka Shiori.
Miho: What year of University are you in?
Shiori: My third year….
Miho: This is my house, Sensei. You know, if you were in charge at school, I’d be in real trouble, right?
Shiori: (nods her head)
Miho: If I tell my mom about what you did, do you think you’ll get paid? Do you think you’d still have a job?
Shiori (quiet)
Miho: You know I’m right. Now, you can do what I say, or I can post this everywhere on social media.
Shiori (nervous)
Miho: Do you think you’ll still have three other students if their parents see this video on line?
Shiori (shy and nervous)
Miho: If you do what I say, no one will see this video.
Miho: I want you take off your clothes….
Shiori (starts to lift her top)
Miho: No, take off your skirt. Come on, I want to see you drop your skirt.
Shiori was too embarrassed, nervous and upset, but Miho wouldn’t let her think about it.
Miho: Come on. Come on. Hurry up! Take it off!
Miho continued to encourage her sensei until she got her skirt dropped to her knees, and then she started to rush her to now slip her top off….
Miho: What are you wearing? That’s not cool at all! You are wearing mix matched underwear! Such a little girl act!
As the teacher hid her red blush face in her hands, Miho kept heckling her.
Miho: Such a little girl! You wet your panties, you are wearing mix matching underwear! You have really cute frilly panties on! What a cute little girl you look like!
Miho: Alright, I am recording more.
Shiori: No, wait, please… (very softly)
Miho: No. You need to let me, or I’ll tell everyone what you did. Your butt, too. Turn around. I want to get it all. Let’s see your back. Let’s see your back! Let’s see! (clap clap)
Miho: Yeah, that’s really a lot! You really did pee your pants, and you look like such a baby!
Miho: It kind of smells, doesn’t it?
Shiori: Yeah.
Miho: Okay, now you need to apologize. Come on, get in position to apologize….
Shiori: Okay. I’m sorry. I peed my pants during the tutoring class.
Miho: Alright, open your legs and let me get you after your apology…. Open your legs! Stand straight. Show your wet panties.
Once Miho got what she wanted, she made the teacher clean up her mess…. |
Omorashi Tutors:
I do not claim to understand everything that was said in these videos. Rather, this is my story based on these 15 episodes. Though, technically, I think the actress that plays the tutor has changed each time, I’m going to call the tutor by the same name, Tanaka Shiori. Shiori is her first name, and Tanaka is her last name.
I do not take credit for uploading the above files to Omorashi org, but I really liked them after watching them, and then I suddenly got idea for making a story based on a tutor from watching them. So, while the movies have nothing to do with me, I am making my story based on watching them.
Movie 1 episode 2:
Tanaka Shiori: (Tutor 20 years old)
Aoyama Miho: (3rd Grade Junior High School Student 16)
Shiori had been teaching Miho for about six weeks, and they were now into the causes of World War II, and Japan’s stakes in the war. During the last two sessions, it seemed that Shiori was still a bit juvenile in that she was always picking up her cell phone about halfway into the tutoring session, and she had taken two or three calls during class, and the last time, was caught by Miho’s mom.
Miho told her mom that this was the best tutor since she had started trying to get tutoring, but her mom disagreed, and threatened to fired Shiori if she didn’t straighten up, stay off the phone, and pay full attention to her job during their class time.
Miho was a little bit upset about her mom’s decision, and she figured she needed to teach her tutor a lesson so she wouldn’t waste class time anymore….
Half way in the lesson, Shiori had retrieved her phone as she normally did, and while Miho was working on something that didn’t seem to need her attention at that moment, she checked for missed calls and messages.
Miho knew that she had to stop Shiori from getting in more trouble, so she started to skip a part of one of her questions to make sure that Shiori was actually paying attention.
Shiori: Excuse me, but did you see that part?
Miho: Oh, actually, I didn’t see that.
Shiori: Okay, well, look at this, and do you see?
Just as Shiori started to look back at her phone, Miho grumbled and sounded worried to make Shiori pay attention to her again.
Miho: Wait! I don’t get this part….
Shiori: What’s that?
Miho: Somehow, the Japanese government had done some quiet preparations before attacking America, but I can’t really see….
Shiori: Did you read this part, here?
Miho: Oh, I didn’t realize… so, this is one of the things that might have alerted America?
Shiori: Yeah, look. I mean, obviously Japan didn’t say it strongly, but read here….
Miho: Okay, so this answer is….
Shiori: Yes, that’s right.
As Miho got back to work, Shiori found that there was one very important call that she should take….
Shiori: Yes? Hello.
…
Shiori: Yeah, just a minute….
…
Miho saw Shiori taking one of her private calls again, and knew that she needed to do something to reign in the misbehaving tutor…. The rude tutor even left the room so she couldn’t ask her a question while she was on the phone….
….
When Shiori came back from her call….
Shiori: Do you have any questions?
Miho: This right here….
Shiori: Yes?
Miho: Is this what the Japanese said, or just what the Americans though?
Shiori: What does that say?
Miho: So, the Americans just thought it?
Shiori: That’s right….
Shiori: Excuse me, but am I allowed to get something to drink?
Miho: Oh, yes. I’ll get you something.
Shiori: Oh, I can just get something at the machine in front of the apartment.
Miho: Oh, no, that’s okay. We actually got some bottled water.
Shiori: Really? But I can….
Miho: No, no, really. We got the water for Tanaka Shiori Sensei, specifically. I’ll just go get it.
Shiori: But I can….
Miho: Please, just wait here. I promise, it’s okay.
Of course, Miho had wanted to get her water.
It was now, time for Miho to teach her tutor a lesson for always being on the phone. And while she mixed some special medicine, a bit stronger than the medicine she had at their first class, Shiori proved the mom and Miho right, because she was right on her phone again, while Miho was gone, checking her messages.
Then Miho got into a small argument with her mom.
Miho: But Sensei is very hot and thirsty, mom.
Mom: Well, bring her water earlier! I told you. You two are wasting money when she keeps taking a break!
Miho: I understand, alright? I’ll tell her to be more careful.
Mom: I saw her on the phone just a bit ago.
Miho: Alright. I understand. I’ll let her know.
Mom: Well, you are wasting money, so make sure she understands that!
Miho: Alright! I promise, I’m going to tell her, so don’t worry.
Shiori: I’m sorry, but was your mom a bit angry?
Miho: (After sensei drank a bit): Well, we are in class, right?
Shiori: Yeah, I’m sorry. So, let’s continue with this….
Miho: Okay, hold on. I think I get this part. Just let me, see, okay?
Shiori: Of course.
Shiori went back to reading her texts on her phone and even responding to some of them while drinking a little of the water that she was given….
Miho: Actually, teacher, can I talk to you for a minute?
Shiori: Oh, is there something you don’t get?
Miho: No, it’s not that….
Miho: It’s about my mom, right?
Shiori: um…?
Miho: Well, you see…. My mom….
Shiori: um…?
Miho: Well, Sensei… during tutoring time….
Shiori: Your mom is upset about something?
Miho: Well, like, for example, Sensei is always messing with her cell phone, and mom catches you making calls during class time, like just earlier, and how many times do you interrupt the class time for going to the bathroom….
Miho: … so, the teacher isn’t actually taking my study time that seriously. And your company charges us a lot of money for your time…. And Sensei should be more earnest than a student… and…. Well, maybe you should wait until after class to do all that stuff.
Shiori: Well, that is… I understand a bit, but to have to wait for the toilet, um… that’s not something that….
Miho: But Sensei understands, if I wasted your time, you would be a bit angry, wouldn’t you?
Shiori: um….
Miho: It seems you can start teaching well for about twenty minutes, but then for an hour and half, you aren’t really focused on the tutoring….
Miho: So, my mom is kind of thinking that maybe you don’t really want to be here doing this, and we should think about finding another tutor.
Shiori: Well, that’s not really what’s going on. I mean, maybe I can understand. Maybe I shouldn’t take out my cell phone anymore. Then would it be okay?
Miho: Well, it’s the fact you are wasting time in general, that is the problem. Mom is still wondering if I shouldn’t get a new tutor, and it’s embarrassing, but mom says I should talk to you because….
Miho: Well, if it were up to me, I like the way you connect with me, but you waste too much time, and my mom is the one paying for our class….
Shiori: That’s not really the truth, though, is it? She’s just being strict, isn’t she?
Miho: Well, really, as the teacher, you should be setting the example, shouldn’t you? I mean, if a student messes around in class, a teacher has a right to yell at the student, but don’t I have a right to expect the teacher to focus, too? Or is my mom too demanding?
Shiori: Well. No, I see. But….
Miho: You know, actually mom thinks that just going over my school work is not really enough for your job. You should really be teaching me, and therefore, you really should be feeling bored so that you are always on your cell phone.
(Gets up to lock the door)
Mom really thinks maybe we should keep the door locked, and you really should be spending the whole time actually making sure I am learning something, and you should make good plans that keep us working, so… if you can’t really do that….
Miho: You know, really sensei, if I did half the stuff you did, that would be bad, too. So, you cannot deny your behavior is bad, can you? So, if you want to keep tutoring, then you really need to think about how you are teaching…. So, mom is thinking about calling your company to complain about that. So… um….
Shiori: Okay, I understand. Let’s get back to work? Okay?
Because Shiori now realizes that Miho’s mom is really upset with her performance, and is thinking about calling her boss, which an get her fired, and maybe even in more trouble than even that, she gets too nervous to ask even as the strange medicine that was in her water is now starting to cause discomfort in her bladder….
Miho: Sensei. You need to really understand. If you leave this room for any reason from now until the end of class, my mom will call the office you work from. You can’t use the toilet until we end. Are you going to be okay?
Shiori: I’ll be okay. Please, let’s just get back to work.
Miho: Are you sure? You really look like you gotta use the toilet, but….
Shiori: I’ll be okay. Come on, let’s just do this….
Miho: Okay, so to make my mom happy, instead of me just writing, how about you explain this part to me in detail.
Shiori: Okay, let’s do that….
A few moments pass, but Shiori is just having a hard time to keep from wetting her pants to really think how to explain the point that Miho pointed out for her.
Miho: You really need to pay more attention and go to the toilet before class, don’t you?
Shiori: (to herself)-how am I going to teach like this? I need the bathroom so bad.
Miho: So, right here, I’m really having trouble understanding this part. You need to stop thinking about the toilet and try to explain, Sensei. I really don’t want my mom to call and complain and lose you as my tutor….
Miho: You still aren’t really saying anything, and I really don’t understand this….
Shiori gets so desperate, she reached around for the door to leave the room, but Miho can’t let her leave…
Miho: Sensei! Don’t unlock that door! You’ll get in trouble. Stop it! Come on, sit….
Shiori pulls her hand from the lock, but has to put it in between her legs to keep from wetting, only… it’s too late. Miho now stands up and rushes to the door to make sure it stays closed. Shiori needs to learn her lesson and stop interrupting lessons!
Miho started to try to get the teacher back to the lesson, but as Shiori’s breathing picks up, and she is having a harder and harder time, trying not to wet, Miho starts to get anxious.
Miho: Sensei!
But at that moment, it is really too late, and after a moment or two of silence, Shiori really started to leak into her pants, and it wouldn’t shut off.
Once Shiori stopped peeing, she started to whisper to herself that this wasn’t happening, but Miho was right there, forcing herself into the conversation.
Miho: What’s not happen? Sensei? What didn’t happen? You DID pee your pants, sensei. Look!
Shiori: Please, stop? Please? Don’t!
Miho: But why did you do this? You know better than to do this.
Shiori: Please. Stop touching me. Don’t look. Please.
Miho: But you are the one that peed your pants. You were doing bad stuff so that mom had to ask you are locked in the room, and then YOU peed your pants. This is your fault.
Shiori: Please stop. Don’t say it like that! I… I was trying to do what you wanted….
Miho: But Sensei didn’t even start explaining when we stopped talking. Look at this. Your pants are just soaked, sensei!
Shiori: Please. Stop that! It’s not right….
Miho: How can you talk about what’s right? Look at this mess! You are the one that is wrong.
Shiori: But it wouldn’t have happened if….
Miho: You mean if we just let you continue to be a bad tutor? Sensei, why can’t you learn from your mistake? Why don’t you take responsibility for wetting your pants?
Shiori: I’m not saying I don’t….
Miho: Then why are you acting like I’m the bad guy? I’m the one that tried to help you keep your job. I am the one asking my mom not to report you.
Shiori: But….
Miho: Do you want to return to the office like this? Do you want to go to your next customer like this? Is that alright with you?
Shiori: That’s…. no… I don’t know what to do.
Miho: Why don’t you know what to do? Do you want to leave this house like that?
Shiori: But, why should the student scold the teacher?
Miho: Look, you might want to say it’s my mom’s fault, but honestly, you shouldn’t have wasted time. My mom was waiting for something like this to happen again, so she’s going to report you…
Miho: But, Sensei? I don’t really blame you as much as my mom, so I’ve prepared some pants for you.
Shiori: Really?
Miho: But you need to do what I say, or my mom will find out and report your behavior.
Shiori: Okay….
Miho: Take off your wet pants, Sensei.
Shiori: Right here?
Miho: Unless you want my mom to see….
Shiori: No….
Miho: Okay, pull down your pants, Sensei. Oh, and turn that way, please?
Miho: Bend over. I am going to go easy on you, but I need to make sure you don’t try to blame me, so I’m going to have to get evidence. Just stay there for a minute…. Sensei. Bend over a bit more and wait….
Shiori: And you are going to help me?
Miho: Yes, but I have to have evidence first, so you don’t try to lie about this and try to make it my fault we didn’t study enough today. Okay, so take off your top…. Turn around…. Good.
Shiori: So, what are we doing then?
Miho: You are going to apologize properly to my mother. Obviously, my mom cannot be deceived, actually, so we need to make her forgive you.
Shiori: So… um… this is going to help?
Miho: Just do what I say, and I’ll talk on your behave. Now, on your hands and knees so you can beg mom for her forgiveness.
Shiori (Nearly whispers) I’m sorry.
Miho: Excuse me, but we can’t even hear you, and you need to tell my mom exactly why you are sorry.
Shiori: Oh… okay… um… About wetting my pants in class, I’m sorry.
Miho: I’m moving the phone closer to you so you can be heard better. Tell my mom again a very good apology.
Shiori: I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have wet my pants, and I’m really regretting all the trouble. Please. Just one more chance. I’ll do better. I’m so sorry.
And the scene starts to fade out. |
Movie 1 Episode 3:
So, at first, I was thinking about making all of these stories have the same names, but then I really started to think about how different the tutor in part 2 and the tutor in part 3 of the first movie were, so I’ve decided I’m actually going to change the names:
As I said in the earlier two episodes, I do not own these videos, nor am I responsible for them being loaded to the site. You can find the person that uploaded them, here:
I simply stumbled on these, and got this really nagging of a great idea to make a story based around what we could hear, basically because I don’t think most of us actually speak Japanese, so most of us have no idea of what is said. Yeah, I’m making it all up. I have taken a class or two in Japanese, but I definitely do not understand enough to know what they are really saying.
Kimura Sayuri age 25 graduated: Tutor Service
Ichioka Mayu age 16 1st grade high school student
Movie 1 Episode 3:
The Reading Tutor:
Sayuri has just given Mayu the papers that they will be studying for that afternoon, and class started at 4:00 pm. Now, Sayuri knows that Mayu is way behind in her ability to read Kanji. Her mother even says that she can’t even read kanji that most junior high school kids know. So, she starts right away teaching the high school student with a few basic characters with some example readings where the kanji can be read in context….
Sayuri: Okay, so we are going to start from here. So, can you think of the different ways that this kanji letter is read?
Mayu: Well, I think this one could be read as chi?
Sayuri: For example, what kind of word would it be a part of?
Mayu: Maybe, chikyu? (Earth)
Sayuri: Very good. So, do you know another reading for this kanji letter?
Mayu: Um….
Sayuri: What does the kanji basically mean? Do you know?
Mayu: Does it mean… um… ground?
Sayuri: That’s right. So, what is something related to the ground?
Mayu: Jishin? (earthquake)
Sayuri: That’s right. So, there are two parts of that word….
Mayu: Oh, ji?
Sayuri: Very good! So, how about you try this first worksheet? Try to match the words correctly together.
Mayu: Okay….
…
Mayu: Sensei, what is this reading?
Sayuri: This one…. It’s kara. So this is the kanji for being underground, or a space underground. Chikara.
Mayu: Oh, now I see….
Sayuri: Okay, so try to match….
Mayu: Okay, so how is this? I have written …. Is that okay?
Sayuri doesn’t know it, but her bottle of water, which was given to her at the beginning of the class, was tampered with before it was tightly closed again so that it felt like she was first opening it.
Sayuri: Okay, so look at this one again. I already explained this pairing of letters, remember? So, think for a moment, does this really go together? Think about what it’s trying to say.
…
Sayuri: Oh, see? You actually already used this character here, so actually, you should know it’s wrong because you’ve already used it. So….
Mayu: Oh, yeah. Okay, so maybe it’s …?
Sayuri: What are you trying to say? Please don’t joke so much because we are in class, you know.
Mayu: But… I really don’t know what to match this one with.
Sayuri: Mayu, you know this one, don’t you? We’ve worked with this one a few times, you know?
Mayu: I’m sorry, but I really don’t remember this one. Please tell me again?
Sayuri: Okay…. You know, you really should be doing your homework so you can be reminded of what you’ve already studied though.
Mayu: I know. But please tell me.
Sayuri: Well, before I do, do you see your mistake here? Maybe you can get the correct pairing if you know this one, right? (giggle)
Mayu: …
Sayuri: You know, maybe you should be trying to do a little more practice on your own so you can learn more.
Mayu: Maybe you are right.
Sayuri: Can you figure out what that other word is, then?
Mayu: Just a moment, sensei. I’m trying to figure it out.
Mayu: Sensei? Look at this one. Is it really wrong? I’m sure I’ve heard a combination like this one before.
Sayuri: You’re mixing that up with another term, aren’t you?
Mayu: Oh, yeah, okay. I see.
Sayuri: So, can you look at the next page?
Mayu: (trying to read but messing up)….
Sayuri: No, it’s read like this…. Hurry up, write the helping letters above the kanji. Hurry up.
Sayuri: You know, you are really behind. If you keep up like this, you won’t graduate high school with basic reading skills, and then life will only be harder after that!
Sayuri: Look at what you are writing! Maybe if you paid more attention, you’d learn it right sooner.
Mayu: (trying to read again… having trouble finding the right sound….)
Sayuri: Reads it for her, so that she copies her reading….
Sayuri (to herself) I can’t believe this girl. We’ll never get through this worksheet. How can she be in high school like this?
Sayuri patiently tries to help her student read a little more through the story they are working on. The worksheet is designed to allow her some examples of the kanji she is learning to be put into context. Meanwhile, the tampered water bottle is also starting to work on Sayuri’s body….
Mayu: (reading and struggling)
Sayuri: (When Mayu gets stuck tells her a word, and then) You know, this particular kanji was learned in elementary school! You really need to start paying attention and memorizing kanji more!
Mayu: Juu? Um… ju?
Sayuri: No! You don’t know that the kanji for above is also the kanji for this? Jou, as in jouzu, isn’t it?
Mayu: So… is this word …?
Sayuri: That’s right!
Mayu: So. ….
Sayuri: If you try to read through the full sentence, you can figure out some of the kanji by reading. You know some of these, but you just need context.
Mayu: Sensei, I am so stupid….
Sayuri: No, you aren’t stupid. You are more like, lazy. Isn’t that it?
Sayuri: Okay, now, let’s read explanation for the next part of the worksheet. Take a look?
Mayu: …?
Sayuri: Look carefully at the sentence. Look at the whole message, and then you should know what it means.
Mayu: Maybe we should take a little break….
Sayuri: No, we still have a lot of work to do. We can’t take a break right now. (This girl is so… difficult!)
Sayuri: Did you see this part? Look again. You aren’t doing it correctly.
Sayuri (To herself) I kind of need to go to the toilet, but… I can’t with her.
The girl starts struggling with the next part again, and the teacher has to help her more and more. Even if she wasn’t worried that the student might try to escape and blame her if she went to the toilet, leaving the girl for a moment, the girl just can’t do any of the exercise without her. She would surely be scolded if she left the girl alone with nothing to study.
Sayuri: Look! You already wrote how to read that word over here. Pay attention!
Sayuri: This is your main problem, isn’t it? You don’t really pay attention when you study, right?
Mayu: Teacher, I’m sorry, but I need to take a quick break. I’ll be right back. But before I go, you need to understand something….
Sayuri: Okay….
Mayu: I have a grandparent with dementia, and so it’s dangerous to leave doors open that he shouldn’t go into. So, I need you to lock this door.
Mayu: This is really important! Please lock to the door after I go out.
Sayuri: Okay. I understand.
Mayu: Okay, I’ll be right back. It’s a little strange for the office to make you wait like this, so I’m going to ask my mom if you can go to the toilet, too.
Sayuri: Thank you.
Mayu is out of the room, talking to her mom about her tutor’s problem for more than ten minutes, and before Mayu gets back, Sayuri has peed in her pants and all over the floor around her chair. Then, Mayu finally knocks at the door to tell Sayuri what was decided.
Mayu: Sensei, you are okay, right?
Sayuri: Yeah, I’m fine.
Mayu: So, my mom says you are an adult, and you should set an example, so of course you can use the toilet once our class time is up. There’s only a few minutes left anyway, right?
Sayuri: Okay, so, please have a seat and let’s look….
Mayu: When I left, you were really wiggling around, sensei. Are you okay?
Sayuri: Don’t think about me. Look at your work. There.
Mayu: Sensei? What’s on the floor? You didn’t pee your pants, right?
Sayuri: Of course not. (very embarrassed)
Mayu: Well, what’s all over the floor? You should tell me if you….
Sayuri: I’m fine. Just please sit and let’s get back to work.
Mayu: Sensei, as much as you were wigging before, you should still be wiggling if you really are still waiting. Are you waiting?
Sayuri: It’s just starting to wear me out. I’m still waiting.
Mayu: But this water all over the floor…. Where is it coming…. Just as I thought. Look. Your butt is wet, Sensei.
Sayuri: You… it’s not that….
Mayu: Open your legs. If it’s not pee, then I won’t see anything where it should come out. Open them, or I’ll just tell my mom you peed on the floor.
Sayuri: But… I….
Mayu: Yep. Yep. There it is! You definitely peed your pants, Sensei.
Sayuri: What am I supposed to…?
Mayu: Sensei. Open your legs, move your hands, and look at me. I mean, you don’t want my mom to think you think this is okay to do, do you?
Sayuri: But I….
Mayu: Sensei! Now!
Mayu: Wow! How can a grown woman do something like this! This is just… I don’t understand.
Sayuri: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it.
Mayu: You should have gone before we started class though, right?
Sayuri: I wanted to, but I didn’t have time.
Poor Sayuri is confused. Actually, she had started to feel the need only after drinking so much of the doctored water, but now, she is wondering if she had come in here, like she so often did at her students, needing to use the toilet before the lesson started….
Sayuri: We had to start right away because I was just on time.
Mayu: Aren’t we told to get to school at least ten minutes before the bell? Why do we have to follow such a rule if it’s not important for a tutor?
Mayu: Isn’t that really why you peed your pants?
Sayuri: Okay, I get it now. Can’t you put that away? I get it. I’ll be more careful, so put that away?
Mayu: You really have no right to talk like that after what you did. Maybe I should just tell my mom to come in here.
Sayuri: But that’s….
Mayu: I won’t tell put this video on the web or tell your boss about you peeing your pants in class if you be a good girl and do as I say.
Sayuri: What do I have to do?
Mayu: First, stand up…. Don’t argue, or I upload this.
Sayuri: (thinking) I hope she really doesn’t ruin me over this….
Mayu: Now, turn around so we get the full picture of your incident.
Sayuri: How cruel can a student be?
Mayu: Sensei! You are the wrong in the wrong! You did this! Now, turn around.
Sayuri: I know (whispers)
Mayu: Wow! Your pants are just soaked, aren’t they? You really peed your pants!
Mayu: Look at the wall! I said look at the wall! You are in trouble. You really peed your pants like a little kid. You need to face the wall for a minute like a naughty girl!
Sayuri: I’m so…. (whisper)
Mayu: Sensei! You are still moving around and you are talking. Don’t you think I would be punished if I did this at my school?
Mayu: No, I don’t know about you, but I don’t think you should wear those wet things. Do you? Take em off.
Sayuri: Put the camera away. I’m doing what you want. Put it away.
Mayu: You don’t get to decide when the punishment is over.
Sayuri: But, please, you can’t keep recording.
Mayu: Stop back talking if you don’t want me to ruin your life.
Mayu: Come on, get those gross pants off.
Mayu: Why do you think you need to take those off? Why did you even pee in them? Do you even understand that you are not an elementary school girl?
Mayu: Now, you need to explain to my mother what happened. Tell her why you pissed your pants.
Sayuri: But she….
Mayu: Are you saying this is my mom’s fault.
Sayuri: Um… no….
Mayu: Then apologize to my mom. Tell her what you did and apologize.
Sayuri: I… I can….
Mayu: Don’t you think my mom deserves an apology? Who do you think will clean up this mess you made? Do you want us to clean your clothes so you don’t have to go back to the office all wet? Now, hurry up and apologize and then we can let you take a shower. Now. |
Hanayo Kubota arrived for her first assignment as a home delivery tutor. She is 24 years old, and has graduated college, but unfortunately at this time, no school districts have any openings for her, so she got hired at this company that sends tutors to students' homes who are struggling in one or two subjects.
Hanayo: Good afternoon, miss? I'm here to see a student by the name of Asami Ichikawa?
Mom: Oh, yes. So you are our new tutor?
Hanayo: Yes, ma'am.
Mom: Well, Asami is in her room looking over her homework, waiting for you.
Mom: Why don't you go ahead and go meet her? Her room is at the top of the stairs and staight ahead in the door facing the stairs.
Hanayo: Thank you, ma'am.
After knocking at the bedroom door, and being invited in, Hanayo sees that the bedding has been picked up for the day, and that the room now contains a small table with two folding chairs. Her 17 year old high school student smiles as she opens the door for her new tutor, and she is directed to sit down.
Asami: Sensei is dressed very pretty today. I like the white top and green skirt on you.
Hanayo: Um... thank you. But you know, the reason I'm here is to help you do better in high school.
Asami: Yeah, I know....
Hanayo: So, what are your most difficult subjects?
Asami: Really, I don't like to study anything, but I guess Math and Social Science are the two that are the hardest for me.
Hanayo: I used to have trouble in math, too.
Asami: You did?
Hanayo: Yeah, so I can definitely help with that because I know what's like.
Asami: Well, today, what I really need help with, is Social Science.
Hanayo: Okay. Well, I'm sure if we take it slow and we work through it little by little, we can get it done.
Asami: That's great!
Hanayo: You're not going to just start filling in the sheet just like that are you?
Asami: What do you mean?
Hanayo: Well, you should really read the directions first, and make sure you know what they are asking you to do.
Asami: They are just going to tell me to write in the answers, though, aren't they?
Hanayo: That's what you normally think, but it is wise to always read the direction first anyway, because sometimes, they ask you to do something slightly different than you thought.
Asami: Oh, okay.
Mom: I know it can be rather a chore to teach someone because I used to be a teacher.
Hanayo: Oh, Okay.
Mom: Well, I don't mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to give you something to drink because your throat may get dry after a while.
Hanayo: Thank you.
Hanayo: What are you writing over there?
Asami: I'm writing down the year that the Samurai culture changed.
Hanayo: Are you sure on the year? And did you make sure that's what the question asked?
Asami: I read the question.
Hanayo: Well, read it again. I didn't hear you read it, and you really need to get used to reading out all the questions before you fill in answers.
Asami: (exhasperated) Alright.
Hanayo: Trust me, you are going to thank me for insisting you do this....
Asami: Whatever.
Hanayo: So what are the three major classes of people in the previous period before the Tokugawa reign, and how did that changee?
Asami: Huh?
Hanayo: You wrote the three major classes of the previous dynasty, but you forgot to write about how those roles changed after Tokugawa became the Shogun in 1615.
Asami: Oh. Um....
Hanayo: You didn't read the question completely, did you?
Asami: I forgot.
Hanayo: And that's what I've been trying to get you to understand. You need to read the questions more carefully, you know?
Asami: Yeah, okay. I guess so.
Hanayo: You know, if you are skipping half of the questions when you read them and then answer only the first part, I wonder if your real problem might not be Social Science, but just concentrating on reading and understanding the questions. That could be your trouble in math, too.
Asami: Well, I also don't do very well in math either.
Hanayo: Okay. That's fine. I was just trying to give you a hint that might help you later.
Asami: So... do you know who the classes changed after the Tokugawa period?
Hanayo: I learned them, yes, but you know, if I just tell you the answers, you won't learn how to find them on your own.
Asami: Yeah? So, what is your job here, then?
Hanayo: To learn how to get the answers, not just to give you the answers.
Asami: Fine....
Hanayo: Do you have your textbook or other notes the teacher gave you when they assigned this worksheet?
Hanayo: Oh, look, this sheet actually answers that other question just beautifully!
Asami: Really?
Hanayo: Read the question again.
....
Hanayo: Now, look at this sheet.
Hanayo: See? It has the three classes of people before Tokugawa's reign, and it has the changes made to those idea in another column next to each of the classes of people.
Asami: Oh yeah!
Hanayo: And do you see the new class of people you wrote down?
Asami: Yeah.
Hanayo: So go ahead and start answering that question, then.
Asami: So, Sensei, how about this one, then?
Hanayo: Yes?
Asami: Well, I don't see anything on my pages of notes about this question.
Hanayo: Okay... let me see if I can find it.
Asami: But it really isn't on this page....
Hanayo: Okay, if might not be written out so you can easily see it, but just let me see, okay?
Hanayo: Do you understand the statement of reading between the lines?
Asami: I've heard it before, and I always thought it just mean that someone's actions don't always match what they are doing.
Hanayo: Okay, well, it can mean that too, but the way I'm using it, is like this...
Hanayo: Do you see where it is talking about ...?
Asami: Yeah?
Hanayo: Well, if this is talking about .... And you are trying to find .... Does that sound anything at all alike?
Asami: Oh yeah!
Hanayo: So, check this section.
Hanayo: So, do you see right here? Start reading from here....
Asami: Alright....
Hanayo: Actually, you know what?
Asami: Yes?
Hanayo: I think I better to use the toilet now.
Asami: Toilet?
Hanayo: Yes please. I'll just be a minute.
Asami: Well, I would let you, but my mom won't like that at all.
Asami: Well, actually, before you, we had another tutor.
Asami: That tutor wasted a lot of time doing things that were not part of tutoring me, and that's why I got even further behind in my studies....
Hanayo: So, I can't go?
Asami: Well, I mean... if you are... well, maybe you're not a real teacher and can't cope like a real teacher....
Hanayo: No, that's okay. I can wait.
Asami: Are you sure?
Hanayo: Yeah, I'll wait....
Asami: Okay. I promise, once we get this worksheet done, mom will know that you are not wasting time, so I'm sure she'll be okay if you go then.
Hanayo: I understand. So go ahead and read the next question or fill in the last answer or whatever.
Asami: Alright. Just this paper, though, okay?
Hanayo: I understand.
Hanayo: Oh no, what are you doing?
Asami: I'm going on to this part....
Hanayo: But you're already writing and I didn't hear you read the directions.
Asami: Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. I'll read them now.
....
Hanayo: What?
Asami: What now?
Hanayo: That answer can't be right. Check it again.
Asami: But I looked at this paper....
Hanayo: Look at that paper and what it's talking about and ask yourself if it's even related to the question.
Asami: Oops.
(I'm going to have a big oops, if she keeps being stupid and doesn't get this paper done soon.)
Asasmi: So, is this one right?
Hanayo: Yes... (heavy breaths) Um... are you sure I can't go to the toilet right now?
Asami: Of course you can go, but since we didn't finish even one worksheet yet, expect mom to get mad at you.
Hanayo: Oh... um... never mind, I guess. Just this paper, right?
Asami: That's what we just done said.
(girls) giggles
Asami: You know, during our next lesson, you really should use the toilet before class.
Hanayo: Okay, but should you really be telling your teacher that?
Asami: Well, should you be putting me in a position to feel the need to say it?
Hanayo: But....
Asami: So, this next part....
Asami: Sensei? Are you listening?
Hanayo: Hmmm?
Asami: This part, right here...
Asami: It says to explain what Chonin started....
Asami: Sensei?
Asami: Sensei, are you okay? Sensei?
Hanayo: It's okay. I'm fine.
Asami: Well, I was trying to ask you about this....
Hanayo: Oh, yeah, okay....
Hanayo: Cho... cho... Chonin are....
Asami: Yes, Sensei?
Asami: Sensei!
Hanayo: Oh, um... sorry. It's just getting kind of hard to concentrate.
Asami: We're almost done with this, and then you can go.
Hanayo: Alright. So, do you have the paper that explains the changes after Tokugawa?
Asami: Right here....
Asami: Sensei? Are you peeing?
Asami: Sensei?
Asami: Man...!
Asami: I can't believe this!
Asami: Did you hear me?
Hanayo: What?
Asami: I asked you if you peed.
Hanayo: NO! I'm not....
Asami: You have liquid all around you on the floor, Sensei.
Hanayo: But I didn't....
Asami: No?
Asami: Sensei, lying about wetting your pants just makes you look that much more like a little kid and not the teacher.
Hanayo: But...
Asami: What do you think will happen if I call your boss and tell them what you did? What if I tell my mom? How about if I post on social media about this?
(getting her phone out)
Asami: This is disgusting, Sensei.
Hanayo: Look, I'm really sorry, okay?
Asami: You don't look sorry.
Hanayo: What do you mean? How am I supposed to look if I'm sorry?
Asami: Much more... Understanding that I can get you into real trouble, for one thing. And like you are disgusted wtih yourself for doing this, and you'd agree to clean it up or do anything to get rid of this mess....
Hanayo: But, I... I already am.
Asami: But you already tried to lie about wetting your pants, so that shows you're not sorry at all.
Hanayo: Honest, I am.
Asami: Then prove it. Show me what you did so I can get it on record.
Hanayo: On... on record?
Asami: If you're really sorry, then you won't do this again. If not, then this is part of your record... if I decide I need to talk to your work or my parents about you.
Hanayo: But, I don't want you to record my....
Asami: If you don't lift your skirt and prove you won't lie about wetting your panties, then I'm calling for my mom right now so she can see for herself and then probably get you fired.
Hanayo: Please... no...
Asami: Panties....
Hanayo: okay?
Asami: Hold up your skirt a bit longer. I want a good record of this.
Hanayo: Please hurry!
Asami: I would, but you are not making it easy. Open your legs so I can actually see your wet panties....
Asami: This just isn't working, Sensei. It's still too easy for you to deny it because it's not very clear.
Hanayo: What do you want me to do?
Asami: Stand up... and be in the pee area....
Hanayo: But, I'm already gross. I don't want to stand in the pee!
Asami: Then I'll just get my mom.
Hanayo: No, please. I... I'll do it.
Asami: Take off your skirt and your blouse.
Hanayo: What? No, that's too far.
Asami: Fine, wait here. Mom?
Hanayo: No! Please! Don't!
Asami: I'm tired of fighting. I'm not threatening it again. Next time, I just call for her.
Hanayo: I understand. Sorry.
Hanayo: Is this okay?
Asami: Move your hands. I can't see.
Asami: Silly Sensei! You know you didn't pee from your bra!
Hanayo: You don't mean.... No, wait! I promise, I'll do what you say!
Asami: Sensei! Are you peeing on the floor again?
Hanayo: I... um... yes? I mean, I couldn't.... I'm sorry.
Asami: Sensei, you need to apologize for both incidents, and do it formally.
Hanayo: Alright. I will. I'm sorry.
Hanayo: I'm very sorry. I beg your forgiveness.
Asami: We don't know why you sorry. Say it again, and tell why your sorry.
Hanayo: Alright (STarts to cry)
Asami: Don't cry, Hanayo. You didn't cry when you peed....
Hanayo: Yes... yes, I....
Asami: I said stop crying. Period. Now, stop it.
Hanayo: Okay... (crying)....
....
Hanayo: Okay, I can do it now.
Asami: Well....
Hanayo: I'm sorry. I peed my pants during the lesson because I was nervous. And I tried to keep focused on Asami, but when it was really bad, I did ask....
Asami: No... that's not cool. It's explaining not apologizing. Don't tell why you wet, just say you are sorry you did it.
Hanayo: Oh, sorry. Okay....
....
What did you think about the adding the pictures from the movie this time? Was that better for this story purpose, or was it distracting? Let me know.... |
So... I started thinking I want to retell the above stories, too, wtih more pictures, and hopefully that inspires more feel to the story as I tell it... so I start Shiori Tanaka story again from the Movie 1 Episode 1....
DLSL-475 parts 1, 2, 3
Tanaka Shiori
age 20
tutoring to help pay for college:
She has just basically started at the tutoring company, and Miho Aoyama is her first student.
Shiori invited to come and start talking to student as soon as she comes to the door, and she goes to Miho room where the bedding is already put away, and they have a table wtih two seats ready, one for the tutor and one for Miho.
Shiori: Excuse me... (Knock at door) I'm coming in. I hope that's okay....
Miho: Oh, are you Tanaka Sensei?
Shiori: Yes. And you must be....
Miho: Aoyama Miho. Please have a seat, sensei.
Shiori: Okay, so do you want to get started then?
Miho: Actually, we need to talk about some stuff first....
Shiori: Oh, okay....
Shiori: But can I maybe go to the bathroom first?
Miho: Well, mom is not going to be happy that you first come late, and then you waste time....
Miho: But if you need to use the bathroom, that can't be helped. It's down the stairs on the left.
Shiori: Thank you.
Shiori: Is someone in there? Anyone?
Why won't the door open or someone answer....
Shiori: I'll just have to try to wait a few minutes....
.....
Miho: She brought her own tea.... how convenient.
Miho: She'll never notice.
Shiori: Still not out? I can't be wasting time like this. they are definitely going to get upset if we don't get started....
Miho: You were gone a little while.
Shiori: I think someone is using it. They are still in there, so I guess I'll just have to hold it for a bit.
Miho: Oh, I'm sorry about that.
Shiori: That's okay. So, go ahead and tell me what you need to tell me so we can get started, okay?
Miho: Well, I was going to say the bathroom is off limits, but if you didn't even get to go, yet, then I'll definitely let you go once again in a little while....
Shiori: Why is the bathroom off limits?
Miho: Well, you see, we've not had good luck with tutors. They always waste time, and one of the things they do, is spend too long in the bathroom and then want to get paid for peeing for twenty minutes several times in just two hours.
Shiori: Oh, yeah, I can see how that's not good.
Miho: Of course, you can go before class and after class. Think of it just like you are at regular school.... I never see the teacher go to the bathroom during classtime, and they only let students go if they are sure the students are not going just to play around.
Shiori: Yes, that's true.
Miho: You are a little late today.
Shiori: I'm sorry about that. I had a hard time finding the right house.
Miho: That's okay for today, but you should be here ten minutes early so you can set up so we don't waste time, and you can also use the toilet so it doesn't interrupt the time we are paying you for.
Shiori: Yeah, I can understand that.
Miho: Did you bring anything with you to teach?
Shiori: Um... I thought I was tutoring.
Miho: Oh. Did you think you'd just look at my homework and then get answers for my homework for me?
Shiori: That's what tutors usually do....
Miho: That's not what my parents want. They expect you to know what I'm studying and to come ready to teach or review main ideas before I do my homework, so that I really undestand what is going on. Homework answers don't help me when it's time to take a test.
Shiori: Yes, that is true.
Miho: So, how long have you been a tutor?
Shiori: You are my first student, actually. I just started this job the other day.
Miho: I see....
Shiori: But I'm in my third year at the university to be a teacher!
Miho: A teacher?
Shiori: Yes. I want to teach high school when I graduate.
Miho: Well, Sensei, if you plan to be a teacher, I think you should pay a little more attention to how you dress.
Shiori: What do you mean?
Miho: I mean... yeah, the skirt is okay, but your top looks like you are just going to have fun, you know?
Shiori: It's kind of rude to ....
Miho: Look. Even if you don't agree that this style is not good for teaching at school, at my house, we expect our tutor to look professional, and that top is definitely not for teaching.
Shiori: Oh, okay....
Miho: Speaking of being rude, I'm so sorry, I forgot.
Miho: I know our air conditioner is broken, so it's a little hot...
Miho: Do you want me to get you something to drink?
Shiori: No, It's okay. I have my own.
Miho: Okay... but I don't want you to get a dry voice....
Shiori: I promise. See? I have some tea right here.
Miho: Then go ahead and drink some because it's hot.
Shiori: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Miho: So, before I get any homework out, can you explain something to me?
Shiori: I'll try... what do you need to know?
Miho: The teachers said I should have learned this in Junior High school, but I still don't really get it. What is the LCM and the GCF?
Shiori: We're talking about math, right?
Miho: Yeah.
Shiori: Do me a favor and write down these numbers....
Shiori: 102... 48.... and 99.
Miho: Okay. Done.
So, first, I'll show the factor tree....
We'll start wtih a factor tree for 102....
Shiori: Good. So now you can see all the factors for all three numbers, right? Now, can you find a single 2 in each of the factors?
Miho: These two have at least one 2, but... this one doesn't have any.
Shiori: Then 2 is not a common factor because a common factor is one that every number in the group has. Since 99 doesn't have a 2 in it's tree, then you cannot use the twos for the other two numbers....
Shiori: Now, multiply all the numbers that were the same....
Miho: But there is only one number, three!
Shiori: Then three is your GCF. The greatest common factor is the largest number that all the numbers in a group can be divided by.
Miho: Okay....
Miho: Do they usually make you compare three numbers like that when you do this kind of work?
Shiori: Actually, this is usually used when you want to work with two numbers to see how big of a number you can divide both by without having to do it over and over again.
Miho: I see....
Shiori: So, now LCM... Least Common Multiple....
Miho: Oh, it means Least Common Multiple?
Shiori: That's right. So, can you guess what we will do then?
Miho: Um.... Least means the lowest number?
Shiori: Yes....
Shiori: You know what, I think you undestand the theory. How about we try a probelm for you?
Miho: Okay...
Shiori: Try 24 and 30.
Miho: Can't you just multiply them together?
Shiori: That will give you a number they share, but it won't necessarily be the smallest number.
Miho: Okay.
Shiori: So, list out multiples of 24....
Miho: Sensei, what do you mean, list out the multiples?
Shiori: Well, think 24 x 1, 24 x 2, 24 x 3....
Miho: How many times I need to do it?
Shiori: Let's start with six times for now, and see if that works to find a common number between the three numbers....
Miho: That's going to take a lot of work.
Shiori: It goes faster with practice....
Miho: Isn't there a faster way?
Shiori: Well, hold on.... I really need to see if the bathroom is free first.
Miho: Alright.
Shiori: I won't be long, don't worry.
Shiori: Still locked? Who is there?
Shiori: Excuse me! Is anyone in there?
Shiori: Excuse me? Hello?
Why doesn't anyone answer?
I can't go back to the classroom needing to pee again! What am I going to do?
Oh, maybe.... I have an idea!
(In Japan, most homes have the shower room ina different place from the toilet room.)
Mom: What are you doing in here?
Shiori: I was just... um....
Mom: We are not paying you to snoop around.
Shiori: Well, I wasn't. I was just....
mom: I don't want to hear your excuses!
mom: Get up stairs and teach my daughter or you'll be finding yourself in more trouble than just being fired.
Shiori: Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry....
(To be continued due to picture size limits on posts. |
Miho: Sensei, I know how hot it is, so I got you some water while I was taking a break to use the bathroom.
Shiori: Oh, thank you, sweetheart.
Miho: Well, I wouldn't call me a sweetheart so fast if I were you....
Miho: Here's your water.
Miho: You and I need to talk in a minute....
Shiori: Okay...?
Miho: My mom is not very happy with you right now.
Miho: It seems you waste a lot of time during our tutoring lessons....
Miho: My mom might not have cared, but I didn't do very well on my last tests, and my homework that I turned in last week was all wrong.
Shiori: Wait, all wrong? That can't be right!
Shiori: Did you make all the corrections I told you to make?
Miho: Well, I don't know. I meant to, but you were on your phone so much, I don't know when you were correcting me, and when you were talking on the phone.
Shiori: Wait, what ARE you doing now? That doesn't look like homework.
Miho: You see? You just now figured out I wasn't writing homework, but I've been writing on this paper since I brought in your water!
Miho: I'll tell you what this is, in a minute. Just sit there and wait a minute.
Miho: This is something my mom wanted me to do for you. I almost forgot, but now I remembered we need to talk, and so I have to finish this first.
Miho: I really don't care about you being on your phone if you are paying enough attention to make sure I'm getting my school work right, and that I understand stuff....
Miho: But you often forget about me when you are looking at your texts, and you even take calls right in the middle of our study time, and then go to the bathroom like two or three times in the session....
Miho: No one goes to the bathroom that often!
Miho: And then I did very poorly in all my tests the last time around, almost as poorly as if you weren't even here to tutor me.
Miho: So, my mom is wondering why we are paying your tutoring company for your time....
Miho: If we complain to your company strongly, will you be fired from your job?
Shiori: I... I don't know. Why?
Miho: Well, I've written out a contract that you have to sign.
Miho: My mom says that no one should have to pay for a lazy tutor, and that's what you've been for a few weeks, now.
Miho: We will read this new contract together before you sign it.
Miho: But it will spell out clearly your job while you are in my home.
Miho: We are not paying for you to goof off on your phone, take personal calls during study time, and then leave the room even to go to the bathroom like two or three times, each time taking five or more minutes....
Miho: So, why don't you read until here?
Shiori: (Reading) I, Shiori Tanaka, have been employed to tutor Miho Aoyama so that her grades will improve.
Shiori: (Reading) I cannot do that if I do not give her my appropriate attention and I do not work with her on her homework and how to understand it.
Miho: This is very serious, sensei. This is the job you were hired for, and if I do not get into a good high school, I cannot be successful in life, can I?
Miho: Keep reading.
Shiori: (Reading) About the phone, I , Shiori, will leave my phone and my bag down in the livingroom on the coat rack starting the next time I meet with Miho.
Shiori: Wait! I have to look at my messages. Sometimes, students need to let me know about their situation!
Miho: Your only concern while you are sitting in my room to tutor me, should be on me.
Miho: You can text your other students back when we are done with my lessons.
Miho: Besides, you get probably one message maybe two from a student while you are sitting with me.
Miho: But you are always on that thing, and paying only half of your attention to my studies.
Miho: Now continue reading.
Shiori: (Reading) About the phone calls, I Shiori must not make any calls from Miho's room unless they are about an emergency. I may only take an emergency call, also.
Miho: Make sure you set up a pattern for anyone you want to know how to get you through an emergency, and then tell my mom when you come next time. If she hears your phone making the emergency call pattern, she'll get you.
Miho: Keep reading.
Shiori (Reading) I will improve Miho's homework quality, and I will work with her each session until she understands not only enough to finish her homework, but that she actually can do other related work.
Shiori: (Reading) My job is to make sure my students understand the material that I help them with, and not to just finish their homework for them.
Miho: You've been terrible at explaining stuff to me, and the reason is not because you are a bad teacher or because you don't know how, but because you spend all your time on your phone.
Miho: That's why you are not going to have your phone in my room anymore, and why you are not going to be leaving my room during the study sessions.
Miho: So... read on.
Shiori: (Reading)I, Shiori, will not ask to leave the room unless I am honestly going to poop my pants. If I so much as suggest that could happen, I must allow my student to come to the bathroom wtih me, not only to make sure I wasn't lying, but also so I can continue to tutor her without wasting time.
Shiori: That's a little too personal, don't you think?
Miho: I think you need to start taking your job more seriously. If you are ashamed to be taken to the toilet, then you should have thought about that before constantly wasting time in my classes.
Miho: If you want to poop without being watched, I suggest you do so before coming to my house.
Miho: There will be no other bathroom breaks, either, so you should try to pee before you come here, too.
Miho: There is more....
Miho: Not only do you need to sign this contract, to keep your job, but we are now writing down everything you do to waste time in my class.
Miho: You might think I was just studying while you were taking your call earlier, but my mom has secretly taken your picture and recorded what you were doing along with the time so that your company will have our evidence against you.
Shiori: You can't just take people's pictures without their permission or without warning.
Miho: Well, if you had been in the classroom studying with me, we wouldn't have a picture of you, would we?
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I don't have a story for the third one yet, so I'm going to show the story for the second movie and second part:
First, Shiori was given the latest test that Miho had taken at school, and Shiori could clearly see that Miho needed a lot of help in understanding stuff. Though she had done a better job the last time around, and the mother had relaxed how strict she was being with Shiori because of the tutor's change in help ing her daughter. So, now, Shiori was going to help Miho understand by going through her tests and making her correct them.
Shiori: Your grade didn't improve at all from the test you took the last time!
Miho: It didn't?
Shiori: No. I have the test from last time with me, too. So we are going to go through this test thoroughly.
Miho: Okay.
Shiori: Do you have a red pen, some high lighters, and a black pen?
Miho: Yeah?
Shiori: Good. You will understand all your mistakes before I leave today.
Shiori: First of all, I want you to look at question number five....
Shiori: This is really an easy question if you break it apart. So....
Shiori: Get out your green high lighter and your black pen.
Miho: Okay....
Shiori: If you broke this question into two parts....
Miho: Oh, two parts?
Shiori: Yes. You tried to just look at this as one sentence, but it is really two parts making one sentence.
Shiori: You practiced putting two sentences together to make one at school, didn't you?
Miho: Yes, many times.
Shiori: Well, it sometimes helps to remember that when you see certain words, you can think of the sentence in two parts.
Shiori: Can you spell fatigue right?
Miho: F-a-t-e-g-e?
Shiori: Almost. It is F-a-t-i-g-u-e. Remember if ge together, it not ga sounds but ja sounds.
Miho: Oh, yeah, I forget that.
Shiori: And here, you wrote and too many times. Even in Japanese, we write [to] many but in English, you only write [and] once, and you write commas for all other and as mean [and].
Miho: Oh, okay....
Shiori: You need to remember this rule if you go America. If you don't, they think you talking as a baby."
Miho: Really?
Shiori: I never lie that kind of thing. It very important for you taken serious by English speaker.
Miho: Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
Shiori: Just understand, I trying to help you.
Miho: I know.
Shiori: Please pay attention to this....
....
Shiori: You see? You didn't follow the directions, and that why this whole papers on two sides is wrong. You need to read carefully each part the directions and the questions, okay?
Miho: Okay....
Shiori: So look at number 15. With after reading the directions, how do you think the answer is here?
Miho: I was supposed to write out a dialog for each question to show the meaning of the phrase?
Shiori: Exactly. So try now, think about what in dialog, each can say?
Miho: I'm not that good at these kind of questions.
Shiori: Don't think it deeply as test question. Think someone give you this phrase and tell you make a dialog....
Miho: Okay... but I still don't like writing my own dialog. I never know how to start.
Shiori: Okay, well.... How about first we look at what need to make dialog about?
Miho: Yeah... so...?
Shiori: What does it mean: That's for sure!
Miho: ....
Shiori: Think meaning of it in English.
Miho: Okay, well, it is an agreement about something the second person feels strongly.
Shiori: Good. So, what is something your mom really wants do these tutor lessons?
Miho: She wants us to spend more time studying than playing around.
Shiori: That's for sure!
Shori: See how that is working?
Miho: Okay.... I think I might get it....
Shiori: Let's see....
Shiori: It is really hot today!
Miho: That's for sure!
Shiori: Very good.
Shiori: So, now you write something for a dialog for that phrase?
Miho: Okay...
Shiori: Look at what you are saying carefully.... Make sure this make sense the scene you think you are seeing....
Shiori: I think I need to go to the toilet while you are writing out these dialogs....
Miho: But I can't do it without you, and it will waste time if I get them all wrong....
Shiori: Do you really think you need me here every minute? It will only take a minute.
Miho: Well, I am still not sure what I'm doing. Besides, what if mom comes in and finds me writing it wrong, and asks where you are?
Shiori: Yeah, I know, but I really gotta go.
Miho: Well, after we finish this part, maybe I can go ask my mom if you can go to the toilet after that?
Shiori: Okay....
Shiori: So the next phrase you make a dialog for is....
Miho: [That's what I thought!]
Shiori: So, what you think this phrase means?
Miho: Um... II'm not sure.
Shiori: This phrase can be used neutral or if you are mad.
Miho: Okay....
Shiori: I'm going to the bathroom now.
Miho: You can't! I'm going to have to tell mom if you go.
Shiori: That's what I thought. See? I lie. I'm not going without permission, but I give you how it used.
Shiori: Now you try it.
Miho: Um... okay... Let me see your bag.
Shiori: Why?
Miho: I want to look for the answers for my test!
Shiori: You can't do that! You will not learn anything just look answers.
Miho: So? I just want to pass the class.
Shiori: Well, I can't let you. I have to tutor you.
Miho: That's what I thought.
Shiori: Okay... that's good... a little bit.
Shiori: Let's look at the third phrase, then.
Miho: I'm getting tired of these. When do you really hear these said anyway?
Shiori: Stop complaining. It doesn't help you to finish, so just do the exercise.
Miho: Fine.
Shiori: So... [What was that?]
Miho: Do you use that when you are mad?
Shiori: Sometimes. Or it can be if you surprised, too.
Shiori: I really need to go to the bathroom....
Miho: I'm sorry. But if I am not allowed to cheat, then neither are you.
Shiori: I understand.
Shiori: So can you make a dialog for [What was that?] as you are mad?
Miho: Okay, I'll try....
Shiori: That's very good.
Miho: Almost done?
Shiori: Almost wtih this part.... |
Shiori thought that Miho, her high school student getting her put in diapers would be the worst, but then, it seemed that Miho had a much wider net in affecting Tanaka Shiori's professional career....
So, Shiori was over at Terada Saki's house, it seemed that Saki was not happy with her teaching lately either, or more importantly, supposedly, the mother who was paying the bill....
Saki: You waste too much time in class. You don't explain things clearly everytime, and you don't always get through everything I need to have explained me.
Shiori: Um... I thought you doing good at school.
Saki: My teacher say my mom I need more better, and my mom say me, does teacher teach every? So, I think mom is worry you no study enough me.
Shiori: Oh. Um.... Does she want me to do something more?
Saki: You no leave room when study me, and you finish all my need to study me before leave. That is all.
Shiori: Okay... I think I can do that.
Saki: Okay, so we going to start with math today.
Shiori: Okay.
Saki: First, I show you my last test, and you help me understand the mistakes.
Shiori: Alright....
Saki: So, first this is my score.
Shiori: That bad?
Saki: Yeah. I think it is because you do not look careful my study.
Shiori: But you got this one wrong? Do you not understand this one, either?
Saki: Let me see.... Actually, I think I get this one. It was just a mistake.
Shiori: Okay, why don't you start by correcting this one if you know it.
Shiori: Okay, wait, Saki. Do you see something you forgot this time?
Saki: What?
Shiori: Okay, do you do fraction first or do you do add and subtract first?
Saki: Order of operation is Multiply and Divide first.
Shiori: Okay, with straight math, you are right.
Shiori: But when you don't know a value, which is represent by a variable of X or some letter....
Shiori: You need to get that variable on to itself first.
Shiori: That variable is usual to mean multiply or divide the number by it....
Shiori: So, when that happen, you do the order backwards. That the only way to find how the number started for equation.
Saki: Okay....
Shiori: Okay, you understand that?
Saki: Yes, I think so.
Shiori: Okay, try this problem again.
Saki: Okay, how do I get the variable by itself though? I don't get it.
Shiori: You don't know that basic? Okay....
Shiori: Write the problem out. Can you do that?
Shiori: Okay, so first you going to add or subtract to make the X have X + 0 or X - 0.
Saki: Okay....
Shiori: When you do something next to X, you do on the other side equal sign, too.
Shiori: The equal sign is like the middle of a balance scale. You keep both side even so the scale stay balance.
Saki: Okay.
Shiori: So if you subract 7 from X + 7 - 7 = 15....
Saki: Then you subract 7 from 15 - 7?
Shiori: Very nice!
Shiori: Then X = what?
Saki: Then X = 8!
Shiori: So, can you do another one?
Saki: Okay, I think so.
Shiori: Okay, let's try hard one. 2X + 3 = 15.
Saki: Wait, I don't get that one.
Shiori: Saki! First, what do you do?
Saki: I subtract three?
Shiori: And if you do that, you get ...
Saki: 2 X + 3 - 3 = 15 - 3...
Saki: 2 X = 12
Shiori: Then what means 2 next to X?
Saki: What?
Shiori: What means 2 next to X?
Saki: Sensei, your voice is getting tired. I can't hear it clearly.
Saki: I'm going to get you some water so you can talk better.
Shiori: Oh, okay.
Shiori: I look at your test more so I ready to help you when you come back.
Saki: Alright, but pay attention for a minute.
Shiori: Huh?
Saki: My mom wants to make sure you don't leave the room. Doing that, we keep the door locked. You must be stay in the room if the door is locked.
Shiori: Okay...?
Saki: This important. My mom say if you leave the room, she going to call your company and get new tutor.
Shiori: Oh, okay.
Saki: So lock it until I come back?
Shiori: I will.
Saki went to the same school of Miho, and Saki is more of a follower while Miho is much more of a leader, and a very crafty girl that often gets away with bullying her classmates. She told Saki that Saki will do this to Shiori Sensei because she found out Saki has the same tutor. If Saki doesn't do this, Miho might make trouble to Saki.
Miho: Put this medicine in water for Tanaka Sensei. She don't know it. Make her drink it, and soon you find out what happen.
Saki: Okay.
Present time: So Saki is putting this in the water for her tutor....
Shiori no idea at this ever. She doesn't know it that Saki and Miho are classmate, and she doesn't know they even talk, but also Miho influence her now have the almost same rule....
So Shiori just marking papers for notes so she can teach Saki best way when she comes back. She feels a little bit to need to go bathroom, but she knows she don't leave the room or maybe she gets trouble by these people, and already Miho family can make her trouble... if she doesn't wear diaper their house from now.
Saki: Tanaka Sensei, please let me in. I come back with water for you.
Shiori: Alright, I'm getting the door.
.... to continue it .... |
Saki: I have your water, Sensei.
Saki: I'm just going to lock the door so my mom knows you are in here and not wasting time.
Shiori: Okay... but actually, I was kind of hoping you'd let me use the toilet first?
Saki: well, that means you are going to leave the room.
Saki: If you leave the room, my mom says she's going to report you for wasting time.
Shiori: Oh. Okay. I guess I can wait.
Saki: Please drink water, Sensei. You are hard to hear because your voice. I think must be thirsty.
Shiori: Alright.
Saki: Actually, I think sometimes, I have hard to hear you during our other classes, so that's why I did so bad this test and recently the homework at school.
Shiori: Oh? I'm so sorry.
Shiori: So, are we ready to get back to work?
Saki: Yeah, I think so.
Shiori: So... let's try this problem again....
Shiori: 2 X + 3 = 15
Saki: Okay, well first we minus 3 from the X and then from the 12 to make it the same.
Saki: That makes 2 x = 12
Shiori: Good, now what mean 2 X together?
Saki: I don't know.
Shiori: It mean that X is you don't know yet and it is multiply by the number before it.
Saki: But there is no [times] symbol.
Shiori: That is because 2 X X might confuse you as there being 2 [times] X [times] X again. So in this math, they just put the variable with a number in front so you no confuse [times] with variable.
Saki: Okay.
Shiori: [couch]
Saki: Sensei. Drink more water. That why I gave you. I need your clear voice to understand what you teach me.
Shiori: [thinking- What I really want, is to go bathroom. But I better be more careful. If two student complain, that is going to be really bad.]
Shiori: So, you subracted 3 because you had it added before....
Miho: Yeah?
Shiori: Well, 2 X means to multiply by 2, so what do you think you do to make only X here?
Miho: Divide?
Shiori: And then 2 X = 12, if you divide it 2, what is the answer you get?
Shiori: 2 X [divide] 2 is X? and 12 [divide] 2 is 6.
Shiori: And then X = 6....
Shiori: See? It doesn't hard at all, does it?
Saki: No, I guess not.
Shiori: Here, try this one, then....
Shiori: [Thinking- I really want to go to bathroom]
Shiori: This one, right here, Saki?
Saki: Okay.
Shiori: Wait! You forget something.
Saki: What?
Shiori: Remember, you make X by alone, first with its number to it.
Saki: Oh, right. You have to do math backwards!
Saki: This is really crazy, Sensei. Why teach us to do the order of operations so hard in elementary school if doesn't always work?
Shiori: Well, it does work. Okay, how about we check the answer of before?
Saki: Okay....
Shiori: So, it was 2 X + 3 = 15....
Saki: Uh-huh.
Shiori: X is 6, so let's try with wrong way first.
Saki: Okay....
Shiori: If you add three first...
Shiori: 2 [times] 6 + 3 Means if you add first... 6 + 3...
Saki: Nine...
Shiori: That times 2 is....
Saki: 18
Shiori: But answer is 15, on this side, see? That means either we don't make X right, or This not the way it done.
Shiori: Now, we follow the rule you learned in elementary school.
Saki: So, we will [times] first this time?
Shiori: yes.
Saki: 2 [times] 6 become 12...
Shiori: And...
Saki: 12 + 3 is 15.
Shiori: See? What you learned for elementary school doesn't wrong. But to understand an equation where you find out what number is missing for the correct answer....
Saki: You do it backwards?
Shiori: Yeah. You find in life that is sometimes helpful to go backwards to find what started.
Shiori: Now, let's work on this one?
Shiori: Remember, if you see more than one with same letter variable, you try to add them together first....
Saki: Like if there is 2 X and + 5 X if is first to add to be 7 X before we find X?
Shiori: That's the way to think it.
Saki: 2 X + 6 + 3 X + 3 = 24....
Saki: First... We going to add 2 X and 3 X...
Shiori: Good....
Saki: 10 X + 6 + 3 = 24
Shiori: Good.
Saki: So, now what? Do I subtract 6 and then subract 3?
Shiori: You can do that....
Shiori: It gives you the same answer if you do all the subract and adding first before you get X for 1 X, but faster way is to think 6 and 3 together have no letter.
Saki: Okay...
Shiori: Well, you put all X together, and all Y together... and...
Saki: So, anything without a letter is the same, too?
Shiori: Yes, that's right. Let's do the problem both ways so you can see it is the same thing....
Shiori: So, you see, we subtacted 9 either way. We subtracted first 6 and then we subtracted 3 after that in the first part....
Saki: And we added it first and then subtracted 9 all at once the second time. Okay....
Shiori: Okay, so you do get this, right?
Saki: Yes. I completely understand now.
Shiori: Good, because you need to understand this before you can do this next section, and that's why the next section is all wrong.
Shiori: So, can you read the problem here?
Saki: Okay....
Saki: [Mike have two times as many pencils as Sue. David has 3 more pencils than both them together. There are 15 pencils on the table. How many pencils does each person have?]
Shiori: Okay, so we are going to find out who has the least number of pencils first.
Shiori: So how do you set this problem up?
Shiori: Okay, you set it up... [2X + 3 = 15].
Shiori: How many pencils does Sue have?
Saki: X?
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continue it soon.... |
A loud horn blared inside the walls of Fire Force Company 8’s headquarters. Maki Oze’s Head snapped up, as she was women from a paperwork induced trance. The monotony of the boring office work was in stark contrast to the high risk aspect of being a fire soldier. Killing Infernals. The smoldering, once human creatures were one of the biggest threats to the Tokyo Empire, and it was the job of the Fire Force to make sure they were kept in check. Maki hurried to get her gear, including the standard fire resistant jacket that was the staple of a fire soldier, and her hat, stylized like the pointy headwear of medieval witches and proudly displaying the Company 8 insignia. Mani was joined in the halls by Capitan Obi, the leader of Company 8, and his right hand man, Lieutenant Hinawa. They were discussing the emergency and quickly got Maki up to speed.
“ Two Infernals have been spotted about a mile away” said Capitan Obi. “It should be a routine job.”
The Lieutenant nodded his assent. The three veteran members of Company 8 were the first into the garage, the rookies not far behind. Shinra and Arthur pushed through the door next, arguing all the way. Next came the team’s engineer, Vulcan who slid in to the driver’s seat of the Matchbox, Company 8’s main mode of transportation, next to Victor Licht, the company’s one man science department. Tamaki and Iris, the last members of the small company slid into the back of the Matchbox, and Capitan Obi knocked on the wall to signal Vulcan to take off. The whole process took less than five minutes.
“Okay everybody”, came Capitan Obi’s voice. This should just be a simple job, get in, put the Infernals to rest, and then get out. However, there may be a chance that this is the work of the White Clad, in which case we need to be more careful.” Maki grimaced at the mention of the evil organization that had been terrorizing the Tokyo Empire. The Food Force has learned that their final goal was to wipe out humanity in a second Great Cataclysm, a repeat of the disaster that has almost ended all of humanity.
Captain Obi spoke again. “ Shinra. It’s going to be your job to engage any White Clads that we see. Your speed should allow you to take them on before they can get away. That will give us time to put the Infernals to rest and the help you out”. Obi’s proposal was met with nodded heads. Maki felt a rush of anticipation as they neared the scene of the emergency. Vulcan pulled to a stop, and Company 8 got to work.
As soon as the team got out of the Matchbox, Shinra used the speed provided by his Edola Burst to shoot into the sky, hunting for anyone who might be a White Clad agent. Maki a and the rest of Company 8 ran toward the house that served as the scene of the fire. The roof billowed smoke and the timber groaned as the structural stability of the house started to falter. Obi quickly split them into groups, sending Maki, Tamaki, and Iris around the back while he and Hinawa went in the front. Maki used her abilities as a second-generation pyrokenetic to push the blazing flames to the side, allowing for a safe entrance. As they moved inside, Maki felt the heart beat quicken. No matter how many times she entered a fire, Maki always felt the rush of fear causes but being surrounded by heart and flames. Even though her second-generation abilities would keep her safe from the flames, human instinct told her to be scared of fire, and so she was. Still she would do her job, no matter how scared she was. That was what it meant to be a fire soldier. The group rushed into what looked to be a living room. The walls were blackened and the furniture was charred almost beyond recognition. A quick glance told Maki that there was no Infernal to be found in the room. They continued on. Maki’s group meet up with Hinawa and Obi near the front door. A glowing, burning monster stood next to them. Another spoke of fear shot through Maki. She felt her stomach so somersaults at the sight of the Infernal. Her underwear heated up briefly as a few drops of pee shout out of her body. Maki realized she should probably have gone before they left on the mission. Her bladder tightened again, but Maki was able too prevent any further leakage. Maki was no stranger to Ono the job accidents. In her line of work, dangerous situations were common, and the occasional wetting was nothing to be ashamed of. Still, Maki would prefer to save herself the embarrassment of a full accident. She gritted her teeth, and tore her focus back to more pressing matters.
“Sister Iris!” yelled Hinawa. “Please start the prayer!” Iris ran forward, tented her hands, and began to chant the words of the familiar prayer that would allow the soul of the Infernal to be put to rest and guaranteed a good afterlife. As Iris spoke Company 8 jumped into action. Maki focused on keeping the surrounding flames at bay while Tamaki and Hinawa distracted the Infernal. Obi ran at the monster head-on, his intense physical training allowing him to move quickly even while carrying the weight of his heavy fire equipment. He pulled an axe from the pack on his shoulder and died at the Infernal. The axe cut deep into the creature’s chest, and with a howl of rage, it burst into flames, its body collapsing, as it was sent back to join the Great Sol.
Maki felt relief was over her as the last charred embers of the Infernal faded away. Obi gave the signal to move out, and the company headed to the door. Suddenly, a crash behind the group caused Maki to swivel, searching for the source of the noise. She didn’t need to look far. A towering Infernal stood before her leering down with its charred features. Burning terror shot through Maki as the monster leaned toward her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the shocking appearance of the creature sent waves of fear through her body. Her already stressed bladder responded immediately. Maki felt her underwear dampen with a sense of detachment, as the fact the she was pissing herself took a backseat to her survival instinct. Still she was able to register the warm streaks of urine that poured down her legs, as well as the feeling of the liquid sticking to the uniform she wore underneath the fire resistant material. The shameful warmth in her pants felt different from the heat of the fire, a more damp, dark kind of heat as opposed to the bright flames of the blaze. Thh hey Ed monster in front of her raised a long, thin limb above its head, but before it could bring the appendage down on the terrified fire soldier, a bullet ripped through its chest and it collapsed. Maki’s senses rushed back to her just in time to hear the final words of the prayer and to register the smoking barrel of Hinawa’s gun as her savior. A blush rose on her cheeks as she felt the warm wetness coating her groin and thighs. Maki sent a quick prayer off thanks to the person who defined her uniform with so many layers, a feature that in addition to providing better heat resistance, also hid her embarrassing accident. After confirming that all parties were unharmed, Company 8 headed outside where the Matchbox was waiting.
Shinra stood next to the vehicle with Licht and Vulcan. Between them stood a woman dressed in a white cloak with a red cross on the front. The front of her headpiece had been pulled back to reveal her face twisted in a scowl. Her dark blue braids and unique pointed irises marked her as Arrow, a powerful servant of the Evangelist that the Fire Force has been trying to capture for quite some time. Maki couldn’t help but notice the dark stain covering a portion of her cloak the wet fabric still glistened in the sunlight marking her accident to be just as recent as Maki’s. Well, at least I’m not the only one, Maki thought as Capitan Obi congratulated Shinra and exchanged stories. Maki quietly slipped into the back of the Matchbox, her only thoughts on getting back to base and getting cleaned up. It has been a very eventful mission. |
I always work on new things that I don't want to post before they're finished. I have like five different huge projects for this forum that I regularly write a little bit on and never get close to finishing. For once, I've written something in one go to post immediately because I got tired of not posting anything I create. This might get some tiny follow-ups but nothing more if at all. Feels good to finally post some of my fiction again even if it's just an in-between idea that I got and is less fleshed out than anything else I'm writing.
Pissed to meet you
Gina’s co-worker had just left her alone at her weekend job at the gas station connected to both a residential area and a busy road, and she regretted not asking her to take over the register for a minute while she used the bathroom. She had counted on that opportunity, but Jess was so busy getting everything outside ready before she left and when she was done, exactly according to schedule at six, she just waved goodbye and left immediately to Gina’s dismay. Kind of embarrassed about her small bladder getting her so desperate again a few hours since the last time she went, and thinking about getting through the evening alone when her only opportunity would be if the store was empty, she wanted to leave it as late as possible before she went again. Now, at five past six with nobody there to help her and a growing line of customers in front of her, she was in a state of panic.
She didn’t leave it this late very often. It had been years since her last full accident when she wet herself earlier this month. Being out after the shops closed down and the sun already under, nobody had noticed it running down her legs and over her sandals that time, and after her bladder had emptied she quickly left the puddle on the pavement behind, her skirt obscuring all visible proof, and all audible proof from the sound her sandals made with every step had mostly dissipated before anyone was near enough to her to hear it. The only person who might’ve found out was that other girl on the bus sitting one row over, if she for some reason checked out Gina’s seat after she got off at her stop and saw the wet spot her panties had made on the cushion. She had gotten away with that and treated it as a freak incident.
Last week, after a long day of working the shift Jess had worked today, the combination of drinking heavily and being extremely tired had made her forget to pee before bed and when she woke up she didn’t need to anymore. Another freak incident, a risk she had taken, and she thought it was perfectly reasonable to wet the bed in that situation. She had heard stories from friends in the past, and she knew she wasn’t the only one that happened to occasionally after a night of drinking. It was no reason to be concerned at the time.
Still, as she sat there, helping customer after customer, acutely aware of how she wasn’t alone in her room, and acutely aware of the light blue colour of her jeans instead of a skirt that might’ve helped her hide an incident if it went south, those two accidents were at the front of her mind. Needing both her hands to help customers, she had no choice but to ignore her intense desire to hold herself between her crossed and bouncing legs underneath the counter. The worst part was how nearly half of her customers wanted to buy cigarettes, requiring her to get up from her chair and stand with her legs in full sight as she got some from behind the doors on the wall behind her, having to pretend to be fine. If this line didn’t start shrinking soon, she would have no choice but embarrassingly excuse herself to the customers as she runs to the bathroom, when the only alternative would be to wet her pants at work. She shuddered at the thought. She’d have to quit her job in shame just a few weeks after starting it.
Luckily for her, a few minutes later the line had shrunk to only three people. Unfortunately, some pee suddenly spurted into her panties while helping the second of them. It took all her strength to hold on for that last customer, and she felt another spurt escape her while getting up from her seat as the automatic doors closed behind him. Doubled over, one hand opened the door of the cabin she was in while the other shot to her crotch, feeling how a small wet patch had already formed on the outside of it.
With the door open, she was free to hold herself with both hands while running towards the door of the storage area, where the employee toilet was. Removing one hand to open it, she nearly started peeing full force then and there, only just containing it to a small dribble as she fiddled with the key. The small dribble continued, wetting her panties and pants further. She felt the first drips forming on her fingers, and she felt close to tears, at this point almost certain she was going to fully wet her pants. Luckily, the bathroom was right behind this door. The tiny dribble continued. She felt the first bit of wetness on her thighs as she ran inside, not bothering to close the door due to being alone. If she hadn’t been able to undo her button with one hand first try, it would’ve been all over right then and there, because as soon as she removed her second hand the floodgates opened, and she only just managed to slide her pants and panties down before the first moment of the dribble transforming into a wave made it through her urethra.
She sat down right after it had done so, finally able to relax. While peeing into the toilet, she assessed the damage. The crotch of her white panties was soaked. The half second of peeing full-force before getting her ass on the toilet seat had caused her to wet the entire backside of them too, and in the small gap between them and the toilet seat she had made a tiny puddle on the floor. But her panties had just about prevented her from peeing over the full backside of her jeans. There was a big wet patch on the crotch though, but she was happy to notice that most of what she had felt on her thighs was only visible on the inside of her jeans and not the outside.
While her bladder was almost done emptying, she wrung out the wet gusset between her legs, adding some drops to the puddle on the floor before mopping that up with some toilet paper. She dried her privates as much as she could, but hearing the bell of a new customer entering the shop made her have to leave them damp. Not that it mattered; she had to pull up her wet panties against them anyway. She just had to ignore how she felt seeing her privates almost just as clearly right through them after pulling them up and how she felt her butt get wet from them, and quickly pulled up her pants. Looking down, despite them feeling significantly wetter than that the only wet spot visible from the front would easily be hidden by a tactfully placed hand. Turning around, standing on her toes she could just see how her backside looked while looking over her back into the mirror. Her heart rate increased; where it had spread out a little from her crotch to the backside of her legs, her pants were visibly wet in a way that could only be explained by pee. If she looked closely, she could also see them getting slightly damp further up her butt where it touched her wet panties. That part would only be noticeable if you looked for it, but with obviously wet jeans below that she had to hide her backside anyway.
Walking into the shop, Gina carefully walked in a way that the young woman of about her age standing at the counter could only see the right side of her jeans while she walked back to her cabin. Inside, she quickly sat down on the chair. Only then did she notice that the woman probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Clearly, she was doing a pee dance, with her hands between her crotch similar to how Gina had walked through the shop only a few minutes before, but seemingly even more desperate. She didn’t need to tell what she needed, and Gina quickly put the key to the customer toilet on the counter. The woman muttered a quiet “thanks” before walking off, back outside to the side of the building where she apparently already knew the customer toilet was at. By now several cars were pumping gas again, and Gina noticed all the heads following the poor woman who was clearly close to having an accident as well.
“Did it look that obvious with me too?” Gina wondered. She had calmed down a little bit. She had just prevented herself from crying earlier keeping her make-up intact, and now that she knew she had avoided a full accident and could probably hide the leaks. She had experience hiding the fact that she leaked a bit. Despite not having had many accidents since she had left elementary school, leaking a little bit before reaching the toilet was quite common. Most of the time the leaks were smaller than this, but she still felt confident.
While catching her breath and helping a few more customers, she started wondering if the woman she just gave the key to would also be that lucky. She sure looked like she wouldn’t be able to make it. Gina started imagining those jeans, already slightly darker than hers, having an even darker and quickly growing patch form on them while she stood in front of the toilet, reaching her shoes within seconds and forming a huge puddle around her, similar to an accident of her own when she was nineteen, her last full accident until recently…
“What the hell,” she thought, quickly pushing the thought away. She remembered how embarrassed she was and how her housemates had teased her about it for weeks, she couldn’t imagine how mortified she’d be if that happened away from home, having to get back in that state. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone! Still, she felt slightly disappointed when she saw the woman walking back into the shop without a hint of wetness on her crotch, making her more embarrassed about the wetness on her own.
“Thanks! That was such a relief. Good thing you didn’t return a minute later, I was *sooo* sure I was gonna pee my pants right there until I saw you,” the woman said as she handed over the key. “I really thought I’d make it home but there’s a traffic jam up the road and it became an emergency, still kind of bad to have that almost happen when you’re twenty-three,” the woman said, revealing that she was exactly Gina’s age. “I just got my panties down in time! I think I was eight the last time I wet myself and that was in bed! Fuck, I talk too much, sorry for boring you,” she said. “No problem,” Gina answered, feeling even more embarrassed about her own wet panties.
The next few hours, Gina had no choice but to remain seated when customers were there, and wouldn’t risk getting out of the cabin for her normal duties of filling up some shelves. Instead of getting up to get the smokes from behind her, she pushed the wheeled chair around and carefully made sure something was always between the line of sight of a customer and her crotch. Any time without customers she’d spend rubbing her crotch and butt, trying to dry the wetness to the point of near invisibility as quickly as she could and taking pictures of her backside with her phone to check on her progress. She was getting parched with her water bottle empty, and with the wetness still visible, she only dared to quickly pop into the shop to get herself a bottle of soda and back into the cabin and drink that. There was no tap in the cabin, only in the storage room.
It was nearly eight when that bottle was also empty, and the dampness on her pants wasn’t that visible anymore. Her shift lasted until eleven, but she still had to sweep and mop the floor among a few other things before nine, so after quickly quenching her thirst and filling up her water bottle again she started doing those as fast as she could in the gaps between customers. It was only her third time on this shift and the second time alone, and she hadn’t found the most efficient way of doing stuff yet, and due to not being able to leave her seat earlier she was constrained by time. From nine onwards, she wasn’t allowed to leave her cabin for her own safety.
Just in time, she emptied the bucket and made her way through the shop over the still wet floor. The sliding doors were set to open to make it dry quicker, and she’d just have to accept that the sign warning customers about the wet floor could not be removed until she closed, long after it had dried. She was able to do that way earlier two weeks ago like she was supposed to, but today she had no choice. It had been way busier than the last two times between eight and nine, and she was constantly running back to help customers. The time on the register read 20:59 as she closed the door, and only seconds later she heard the beep confirming the automatic alarm. If she left the cabin between now and eleven, the security center would get a notification and call the station for an explanation. If she left the cabin without an adequate reason, the local manager would be notified. From now on, all she had to do was make sure the shelves with tobacco products were filled for the next morning next to helping customers.
Finally able to relax again, taking a swig from the water bottle she recently filled once more, a distinct feeling of pressure made her realize the mistake she had made. While running around to at least have the most essential things done on time, she hadn’t noticed how full her bladder had become. And of course now that nine o’ clock had finally passed, it was the first time the station was completely empty since she had dared to show herself outside of the cabin again. With no customer in sight to hear it, she started listing all her favourite curses with intensifying anger, directed at herself. After confirming nobody was coming in for a moment, she unbuttoned her tight jeans to fully assess the situation she was in by placing her hand on her bladder. The significant bulge she felt confirmed her fears; this wasn’t an amount she’d be able to hold for two hours. She also saw the edge of the yellow ring on her, now fully dried, white panties just below where her hand rested, reminding her of her near accident. If she didn’t find an alternative, she’d be adding to that with a real accident. One she couldn’t hide.
She tried to find options, but next to shutting the door when the shop was empty, running to the toilet and having to embarrassingly explain that to several people after the fact, her only other option to not pee her pants or on the floor was to pee in the bottle. The bottle she’d have to empty first. Something she also couldn’t risk doing without the doors shut. And she knew from previous emergencies that one bottle was not enough to keep it all in, and the last time she had to resort to peeing in a half litre bottle she couldn’t stop when it was full and peed all over the floor of her car. “Why did I throw away the other bottle?” she thought to herself.
The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want to risk a bathroom emergency being good enough to breach protocol to risk losing her job. It had taken her ages to get one, and she really needed the money next to be able to pay for her education. Despite her moral objections to the company she worked for, this had been her only option. She couldn’t risk losing this job. Despite her bladder getting pretty full already, and re-buttoning her jeans only emphasizing how quickly her situation was becoming dire, she just had to drink her water so her bottle would be empty. The quicker she would deal with this, the better her chances were of not accidentally peeing all over the floor.
She started to take a big gulp, but with her entire body protesting the addition of more liquid to her system she had trouble swallowing all of it. Getting it empty as quickly as she could turned out to be rather slow, and it took her ten minutes until she finally did it. Just when she was ready to shut the doors for a minute though, suddenly several people, both from cars stopping and from the residential area, approached the shop. She couldn’t just sit there and not let them in. She crossed her legs again, and her bladder screamed out, having thought it was close to relief. She was shifting in her seat and bouncing her legs again while helping them, and the line quickly grew to over ten people. Why do they always arrive in groups?
Fifteen minutes later, the shop was empty again. There were no cars pumping gas for now. This was the moment. She unscrewed the lid from the bottle and unbuttoned her jeans, but as she stood up to reach for the panel controlling the doors, they slid open again. Unbuttoning had given her bladder some much needed space, but re-buttoning made her need grow even worse, just as bad as it was when Jess left. Rounding the corner of the building was a cute girl probably a little bit younger than her, walking quickly with one hand pushing the front of her skirt between her legs, leaving no doubt that she was experiencing something similar.
“H… Hi, is y... your, ehm, toilet, closed?” she said while hopping from one foot to the other, panic in her voice.
“No, I have a key here you can use if you bring it back afterwards,” Gina answered, also doing a pee dance again. As she slid it through the small gap in the counter below the bulletproof glass meant for exchanging money, she suddenly heard a hissing sound followed by a loud pattering on the floor. Gina looked down and clearly saw how the black-and-white checkered skirt between her legs had immediately soaked through. The girl quickly grabbed the key, turned around and ran out of the store, but obviously didn’t stop peeing for a second. Seeing her glistening legs, soaked socks and overflowing shoes, leaving behind a continuous trail of pee between the counter and the door, and hearing the hissing and the sound of a waterfall hitting the tiles that had just dried was too much for Gina and her bladder started contracting. She managed to stop it after the first leak re-wetting the crotch of both her panties and jeans, but she knew she’d end up similarly to that poor girl if she didn’t act now.
This time reaching the panel was the first thing she did. Immediately afterwards she unbuttoned her jeans once more but just before the doors closed shut behind the girl, they detected movement and opened again. In the door opening, a guy was standing, looking at the poor girl who was now stopped in her tracks. It being a summer evening, it was still light enough that you could see the puddle she was making on the pavement next to the shop looking past the legs of the guy staring at her in disbelief. The automatic sliding doors still being open, refusing to close with someone in the vicinity, Gina had to re-button her jeans once more. She could just avoid screaming out in agony as the extra pressure on her bladder pushed more urine towards her final defences. She put both her hands in her crotch, wet once more from her previous leak, but it didn’t help. Her already weakened muscles couldn’t handle it. Her mind was still set on holding it in, but her body had given up and opened the floodgates.
Urine soaked through her pants rapidly, some of it running over her fingers and dripping down on the ground below her but most of it going down the legs of her pants, the tightness of them making the pee running down the back and the front circle around her legs and joining up at several points, most notably around her knees. When she finally gave up and removed her dripping wet hands from her crotch, still glistening with pee actively exiting her body when it was already filling up her shoes. Staring down in disbelief at her continuing accident, she heard someone speak.
“You dirty bitches! Never fucking mind.”
The guy, probably halfway through his twenties, had an angry look on his face. Normally, Gina would go off on anyone calling her or another girl or woman the b-word, but this time it just resulted in the tears, already building up in her eyes, to start streaming down her face as the guy made his way out of the shop, careful to step over the pee the other girl had left on the floor. Behind him stood that girl, face red and teary eyed just like Gina, her make-up ruined and awkwardly holding the useless key, looking down at Gina’s accident.
“Well, I guess we’re both not alone,” she said through a hoarse voice that sounded like she was on the verge of sobbing, but having a chuckle through her tears. Gina’s bladder was finally empty, and her pants immediately started to cool down a little bit. Gina similarly had a small chuckle.
“I guess you don’t need that anymore,” Gina answered, motioning at the key in the girl’s hand. Her voice more similar to the girl’s voice than she had hoped. They were both smiling at each other through the tears. As awkward and embarrassing as it was for both of them, they found some camaraderie in having it happen to both of them at the same time.
“Good thing you had the foresight to put that wet floor sign up already,” the girl said while handing the key back, causing Gina to outright laugh through the tears. She felt so hopeless, but at least there was someone to feel hopeless with.
“Since I’m here anyway, I think I’ll start smoking again if I have to walk home like this,” the girl said, before ordering her brand and a lighter.
“Can I see your ID first?” Gina asked. Both still clearly crying just from the sound of their voices, but a bit more comforted than they were a few minutes ago.
“Oh come on Gina,” the girl said, referring to the name tag.
“I’m sorry, I have to ask,” Gina said apologetically. The girl turned out to be twenty-one, easily old enough for the minimum of eighteen.
“At least you can hide until your skirt is a bit less wet, I’m stuck here working in jeans until eleven, Naomi,” Gina said as she handed the smokes to her, referring to the name she saw on the ID in a similar vein Naomi had just done to her.
“That’s actually a great idea, thanks! Oh, and here’s some make-up remover, you need it.”
Using her phone as a mirror, Gina saw how bad it was, and quickly removed it all, luckily before anyone stepped inside. After smoking a cigarette, the girl got it back from her and hid in the bathroom for a while. When she came back out half an hour later to thank Gina, the only visible proof of her accident was the wetness on her socks, and of course the river of pee on the floor that at that point nobody could link to her, while the wetness in Gina’s pants by that point had spread through the fabric of her jeans even more to the point of there barely being a dry spot below her hips. She was jealous. She knew how easy it was to hide an accident in a skirt, but they were only allowed to wear jeans on the job. The only thing she had to hide her accident was a big blue bin bag, draped over her lap while she sat on the chair.
Over the evening, several customers complained about the pee on the floor, causing Gina to explain how she can’t leave her cabin after nine. Despite her best efforts, the bin bag attracted enough attention that several people, especially the ones buying cigarettes, noticed her accident. It was the most humiliating evening she had ever had. One man who complained about the puddle and then saw her wet jeans from under the bin bag got absolutely furious, assuming she had first peed herself in the shop before nine and had then refused to clean it up, using the story about someone else peeing herself at the exact same time and not being allowed in the shop after nine as an excuse to be lazy and force people to walk in pee. He got Gina sobbing trying to explain. Luckily she got some sympathy from the people behind him who got him to stop but he said he was going to file an official complaint about her, and later one girl tried to comfort her by admitting that it happens to her too sometimes. Overall, most people chose to not say anything the numerous times the bag didn’t completely cover their sight of her jeans, but she was pretty sure they all knew she had wet her pants. Especially the ones who saw her after that one mean man.
After closing down the register and doors at eleven exactly, Gina still had to mop up all the pee. She didn’t look forward to going outside, her jeans still visibly wet, but after filling up a bucket with hot water she came back into the shop to see Naomi, now wearing shorts, knocking on the glass door, smiling and pushing a skirt and a pair of panties against the door. She officially wasn’t allowed to do this, but she’d give anything not to have to go home and sit in her car like this so she let her in.
“I’ve got you some clean clothes!” Naomi said, beaming with joy. Still down, Gina could only manage a meek smile.
“Come on, you change while I help you with this,” Naomi said while grabbing the mop from Gina’s hands. She immediately started cleaning the floor where she had her accident. After a moment of consideration, Gina decided she could trust her enough to go to the back to change for a minute. She was gonna change out of the company blouse anyway.
It took a while peeling off her soaked jeans, and once she was done and carefully carried her wet clothes on one arm, keeping away from her own shirt and Naomi’s rather short skirt, and the blouse on the other, barefoot because she didn’t want to put her feet back into those wet shoes, Naomi stood there waiting for her. She perked up somehow looking at the collection of wet clothes, but then looked apologetic.
“Oh sorry, I should’ve brought some shoes or something too!” she said.
“No worries, this is already way better than I had hoped for,” Gina answered. She opened the door to the cabin to grab the bin bag. The smell of her own urine, already with her through her clothes, filled her nostrils even stronger as she did since Naomi couldn’t reach this part. She put all her clothes inside the bag and turned around to get the mop, but Naomi already stood there with it, ready to go.
“No, this is mine,” Gina said, grabbing the mop back and starting to mop it up. The water in the bucket already had a yellowish tint from Naomi’s accident.
“But you helped me so that nobody except for that shithead saw that I wet myself, while you were stuck in your wet pants!” Naomi protested while touching Gina’s arm gently, but she let her mop.
“It’s fine, it’s my own fault for forgetting to go before nine. Besides, I’m not even allowed to let you in the shop after eleven, let alone in here,” Gina said. She might get into trouble already. Especially with someone from the security company standing outside for the last twenty minutes, who saw her let Naomi in. After finishing the floor, the wet cushion of the chair still stood there. She had no solution for that. She had to sit down to preserve some dignity, and the chair paid the price.
“Thanks for helping me, what’s your number so I can return your clothes next week?” Gina said after closing the door to the cabin.
“You can have my number but you can keep the clothes, you helped me avoid a lot of humiliation,” Naomi answered.
“But you returned the favor.”
“Honestly only after I told my mom what happened and said I wish I could help you too, I’m so dumb for not realizing I could on my own, haha” Naomi said. She had such a sweet smile, Gina thought. It lightened her mood.
“I also don’t want to train myself to associate peeing my pants with getting cute clothes for free, what if it becomes a Pavlovian response?” Gina said.
Naomi laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to come by here with cute clothes for all your shifts to make sure you didn’t have another accident. Just give me your order, or do you trust me picking out some sexy clothes for you? I mean, these already look great on you!”
Naomi added a wink after that. Was she… flirting? Gina wasn’t sure and just laughed awkwardly. She didn’t want to assume. What if she just went for it and this girl was straight? That would be one great way to ruin a possible new friendship. Gina just hoped. If she was, she definitely was more daring than her. She couldn’t dream of doing that with someone before she knew if they’re even into girls.
Then Naomi went in for a hug and embraced Gina closely, who returned. After a few seconds, Naomi whispered in her ear.
“I like your socks”
Naomi pulled back with a suggestive smile. Gina realized. She had been wearing her pride socks that day. She felt her face go red. She tried to suppress a smile for a second but had to give up. A meek “thanks” was all she could muster. She was always worse at flirting with people she genuinely liked.
“So, what’s your number, then I’ll call you,” Naomi said, breaking a silence that nearly got awkward.
Driving back home, all Gina could think about was Naomi. Her smile, her demeanour, her legs… they looked so nice wet. Ehm, her flirting, her wet skirt, NO. Her hug, her touch, she wished she could see her panties, maybe they were also see-through like… STOP IT. She couldn’t wait to get home and take care of herself.
She tried to avoid it, but her mind kept wandering back to when Naomi’s pee was streaming through the front of her skirt. After she parked her car, she automatically pushed her hand into her gifted skirt the same way she had seen Naomi do. She massaged herself through it, and immediately felt wet. Too wet. She turned around and saw a wet spot on her seat? She felt the back of her skirt. Also wet. She felt the front of her skirt. It had gotten wetter. Suddenly hissing. A familiar hissing. Pee ran down her legs onto the asphalt below. Through the skirt. She was peeing herself again. She had felt it a little bit during the car ride, but it just came out without warning. And apparently it had done so before without her even noticing. Concerning. But for now, she was just concerned with getting some privacy in her own bed, and quickly got inside. She tried to cut it off, but kept dribbling the entire way there. She left a trail of drops everywhere she went, until she had closed her bedroom door. She started rubbing herself through the wet skirt and wet panties, picking up the pace, and her urethra had opened fully once more. Without any mental block it had become impossible to stop. She got horny just from wetting herself uncontrollably, but her mind going back to when Naomi had her accident and her peeing her pants right after, and then them being left together at the gas station, both in visibly wet clothes, sent her over the edge. She couldn’t keep quiet.
“What’s wrong with me?” she thought afterwards, for multiple reasons. She was disgusted with what she just did and what she was getting turned on by. But when she went to bed, she couldn’t bring herself to take off those wet panties. Those are Naomi’s panties. And she just peed in them. Maybe Naomi has peed in them before too? She drifted off. She dreamt of Naomi. Of her accidentally peeing those shorts when she got home. Of her then masturbating through soaked white panties. She woke up. She felt it as soon as she moved. For the first time since high school, she had peed the bed while sober.
“What’s wrong with me?” she thought again. |
First time writing, I wanted to try it out since the kinky voices in my head don't stop screaming. If you'd like, tell me what you think about it, criticism appreciated!
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Characters:
Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, the restrainer, the boyfriend, the one in control, and likes to see his girlfriend desperate.
Mali [F] - 19 y/o, the holder, the girlfriend, and the one who acts truly desperate when in reality she secretly really enjoys it.
(They don't know that they're both into omo things)
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It's a mildly hot summer day, no one dares to wear extra or long clothes, mini fans are on, and drinks are abundant.
Yuta and Mali sit around at Mali's house and lounge looking at Tweetter, reading manga, playing 2-player Switch games; the norm. The day goes on, Yuta drinking a considerable amount less than Mali, but still heading to the restroom once in the early afternoon. Mali on the other hand, drinks avidly without thinking much about it - Cokes, sparkling waters, tea, and so on - and overly engrossed with her activities with her important other, she pays no mind to the creeping rise in pressure in her bladder. Eventually, a typical wave of boredom ends up hitting both of them within minutes of each other during the afternoon, likely aided by the heat they're faced with. Shortly, Mali begins to fidget . . .
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Mali: exhaling haaah~ . . . hnng...
Yuta: What's up?
Mali: I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom in a second.
Yuta: hmmm...is that so?
Yuta quickly comes up with a scheme . . .
Y: Care for another round of Mauro Kart?
M: I'll...be right back first-
Yuta quickly shuffles himself between her and the door.
M: ehhh...? What's this you're doing now?
Y: Alluding to the bathroom Not before you win a race.
M: Ah, fine, no big deal. You're not very hard to win against, so I don't mind.
And so Mali lets her cockiness get to her.
M: [After 1 game] Gahh! Lucky win Yu, but it's no problem.
[After 3 games] becoming restless and nervous Damnit...how did you not fall off the track on lap 3?!
[After 5 games] moving around, lightly kicking her legs Dahh! Screw it! Screw your game! I'm going to the bathroom now-
Mali stands awkwardly, and Yuta quickly mimics with more stability.
Y: Not so fast...
M: Nggh~ come on! I really need to go!
Mali is now leaning forward concealing some of her pressure and also making an attempt to move through Yuta. She comes to realize though, that moving so vigorously makes her want to pee even more.
M: Yuta, this is getting~...kinda serious..!
Y: And so am I... He joltingly presses lightly on her stomach-groin region.
M: eeEK!!
Silently after her exclaim, Mali feels a few drops seep from her pussy, and into her leggings. Having neglected underwear due to the heat, a small, darker spot forms but is not yet visible by either of the two. She retracts from Yuta, her head down, concentrating on keeping her composure, and her day's beverages, in.
M: s-some came out...
Y: Really...just now? Under his breath just as planned... A point from beneath his shorts starts to grow in size
M: Noticing, embarrassed and yet excited, turns away You creep...
Yuta calmly stands in the opened doorway, observing the weakened girl, who tries to wait in their room to attempt to relieve herself of some of the pressure, but alternatively backfires on herself, allowing the pressure to build more. Mali now breathes heavily, knowing what she has to do. Outside of the doorway to the right is the short hallway to the bathroom. All she needs to do is knock Yuta off balance enough to sprint by him and onto the toilet, where she'd let go of all of her stress. Just thinking about the toilet made her need to go more. With most of her remaining effort, Mali unsuspiciously creeps toward her boyfriend and suddenly shoves his upper body back, causing him to step back enough for Mali to bolt through the doorframe and into the hall. She begins to book it to the bathroom, but without that last ounce of effort, she stagers, allowing Yuta to grab her wrist and stop her from making more progress. She struggles to push forward but soon sweeps herself off her feet as a result, and falls to her knees . . .
M: Spurt...squirt...(In a high pitch) Mnnn-!~
She immediately forces her collapsed legs together, covering her pussy with her one free hand tightly, repeatedly telling herself Stop stop stop! Her leggings now have a larger spot, a visible spotted area near her butt, and a moist circular area in the front. A few drops manage to soak through Mali's hand and onto the wood floor. Yuta watches with pleasure, his grip unwavering in strength.
Y: You only needed to win that one game, and you wouldn't be in this situation.
M: Shivering D--amn you...I'm n-nearly pissing myself over here...w-w-well I already sorta did...but that's besides the point!
Mali's last reserve of holding it in was nearing its limit, considering how much energy she had just exerted at once. She manages to raise herself to her feet, slowly rising, keeping her legs tight, her hand pushing down hard, and her feet slowly spread beneath her. Step by step she inches forward. Yuta knows that at this point, Mali no longer needs to be restrained with how close she already is to peeing herself, and watches as she desperately makes her way closer to her goal.
Suddenly, Mali's last line of defense gives in, and feels the pressure coming. She starts shaking, stumbling quicker, brief gushes of warm fluid trickling in and through her leggings, her hands doing no good to prevent the flow. A trail is left behind, growing in size by the second. Mali manages to make her way into the doorframe of the bathroom, her salvation in sight. She allows her hands to move from her pussy to the sides of the doorframe, barely able to stand, despite the steady bursts soaking her inner thighs.
M: NGH- HAH- NGAHH~ c'mon...!
Lost in a blind panic, Mali fails to notice Yuta approaching from behind her. With a swift motion, Yuta's fingers come up and through her exposed legs and straight onto her pussy.
M: NNNNGGGGGAHHH~~~
Mali's crotch relaxes, and her river is released in full force. The stretching dark spot becomes a dark stream branching off down her legs, a stream of warm pee shooting down onto both the wood of the hallway, the tile of the bathroom, and Yuta's carefully positioned hand. Mali's gushes turned into a loud trembling hiss, Mali letting out a slurry of sighs and moans from both her shock and thorough relief. She trembles and slowly loses her balance, falling to the ground midway through her relieving. A puddle, no, a small lake forms around her legs, ripples spreading in an outward fashion.
As the force subsided, and silence grew once again, a twitching Mali looked down at her piss-soaked leggings, breathing slowly and heavily. She had wet herself in front of her boyfriend, and had to tell him the truth.
M: heheheh...I came a little when you grabbed me...
Y: Realizing Oohh. You liked that?
M: Quietly a-and a lot when I pissed myself~
Y: I'll take that as a win-win.
M: Do you...mind if we do that more in the future?
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Edited August 2, 2021 by omoEnthusiast1
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The leaves crunched below my boots as I walk along the side walk. I admire the fall colors and reminisce that my final first day of high school has just passed. "Can you hurry up please?" I heard from my boyfriend Derek who's shuffling a couple feet ahead of me. I can see his fathers house from here and he's almost jogging at this point. I pick up my pace and try not to smile to obviously. I catch up to him and he grabs my hand. We run up to the house together, his father's car isn't in the driveway which means he's not home from work yet. Once we're inside I can barely get my coat off before Derek is practically dragging me up the stairs. Through the upstairs hallway the bathroom is across from Derek's bedroom. The door is open and it is unoccupied. Derek doesn't even look he just lets go of my hand and heads into his room. I follow after him and close the door behind me. My heart beats louder when I see him grab himself. His hand now firmly pressed between his legs he bounces up and down as he shuffles straight for his desk. Opened half empty boxed of diapers are lined up jaggedly against the hall as soon as you enter the door way. To my left I sit on the end of his bed which crinkles from the plastic coating as I sit. Derek now sitting in his leather desk chair is now no longer visible from the doorway from the waist down. I sit on the edge of the bed tensely watching. His keys board clicks become more frantic and it's the only sound I can hear until some song comes blasting through his sound system. All the while his one hand still never leaving from holding himself between his legs. I can't help but cross my legs as I watch. The mattress cover crinkles again beneath me but you can no longer hear it over the music. Conveniently there are towels already on the floor wether this was pre determined or not still makes me giggle unintentionally as I watch him rocking back and forth legs firmly pressed together. He sees me smiling and spins his chair towards me. The music is so loud I don't hear the wheels spin against the floor. He sits back in his chair pulling his hand away from his crotch and placing it on the arm rest. He sits across from me and smiles smug. His legs no longer bounce his feet no longer tap and I bite my lip. He closes his eyes and starts peeing his pants, like- really peeing his pants. The stream spreads quickly between his legs soaking the front of his jeans and running down his legs. If the music wasn't so loud I'd hear it pouring out onto his chair and dribbling down onto the floor. Pee runs down his pant legs and down forming an ocean on the floor. Derek now completely relaxed and slumped in the chair is making eye contact with me and he looks at me naughtily. Once I no longer see anything running to the floor he reaches over and pauses the music. He stands up and turns around to show me his backside which is completely soaked. I can feel my panties damped I'm so turned on. Derek turns around to face me again he looks down at himself in an over exaggerated fashion and pulls at his jeans to unstick them from his thighs. He looks at me with puppy dog eyes " I peed my pants..." He whines. I blush and get up from the bed. I kick over a towel that's already on the floor into the puddle at his feet. " I can see that." I say softly. "Will you change me?" He whispers back to me as I un button his jeans. "Well I guess I have to now." I tease pulling down his jeans. "Hey, you know I don't know how." he says grabbing the desk for support as I pull his jeans and underwear off. His socks are wet too so I take those off too. I stand again to face him, he's wearing a hoodie and nothing from the waist down I can't help but giggle and smile ear to ear when I look down at him. "I feel better already" He whispers to me before leaning in to kiss me softly. I kiss him back and I feel him get hard and press up between my legs. I pull away and I now have a wet mark on my jeans. He laughs "whoops." I shake my head "I think its bath time."
Maybe I should give a little more context to this story now that I have your attention. Derek and I met through a counseling group when I started high school. I'd been through my share of troubles and had little to no contact with my family anymore. Derek's mother passed away and his father was the only other person in his life. We became friends very quickly and formed a strong relationship. Derek has always wet the bed, even before his mother passed away. Not only have we bonded through our similar traumas but we share the same fetish. While Derek showers I erase the evidence of his little "show". I sit on the back of the couch with Derek freshly dressed with sweats sitting between my legs. I brush his wet hair while we watch tv for two minutes before his father Jason walks in carrying a pizza box and a briefcase. "Wow you're a good baby sitter you already have him bathed and ready for bed." Jason teases me. I blush Derek chimes in "Ha-ha I haven't even eaten yet dad." Jason puts down the pizza box onto the coffee table in front of us and smiles sarcastically at Derek before turning to head upstairs. "Thank you!" We say in unison to him as he heads up the stairs. "You're welcome." He waves before turning back up the stairs. We eat and I clean up the plates in the kitchen. I can see Derek standing by the dining table no one eats at and he has his back turned to me eyes glued to the tv. When I get closer I see the puddles on the floor and it starts growing larger around him. "Babe?" I say to him he turns to me caught out of a daze, his thumb still in his mouth. "Whoops." He mouthed around his thumb. His Dad starts running down the stairs briefcase in check on his cellphone. "No, no I'll be right there!" he shouts into his phone. He stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks his son up and down who's soaked his grey sweat pants in a big boy accident. He doesn't get off the phone and just heads out the door Derek and I just look at each other nervously in silence. Before either of us has a chance to recover and say anything his father walks back in through the front door holding a large package of pull-ups. "Look, I don't care about whatever it is that you guys like to do while I'm not around, just please. Don't make a mess." He puts the package into Dereks arms who's still standing in his own puddle. "Yes sir." Derek's voice cracks out before his father is back out the door. We look at each other and can't help but laugh. |
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Cleaned up and ready for bed I sit on his window ledge and crank it open. I light up a joint and blow the smoke out the window "What time do you think Jason will be back?" I ask Derek who throws the package of pull ups into the pile of diaper boxes. "Not for awhile." he grabs the joint from me and takes a long drag. "We should get you ready for bed." I remind him motioning towards the diapers. "Not yet." He whispers leaning in to kiss me. I throw the joint into the ashtray and stand up. We continue kissing and he runs his hands into my hair caressing my face as we kiss. "Have you been to the bathroom once since we've been home?" I ask him. "No." he answers quickly completely unashamed. I start kissing him again more passionately now and he pulls me onto his bed. It crinkles loudly as we flop down onto the comforter together. He gets on top of me and continue to kiss pressing into each other. Suddenly Derek stops kissing me and looks into my eyes his legs tighten around onto of mine and he whimpers quietly. "M-maybe I should put on a diaper." Derek says looking into my eyes still laying on top of me. My heart beats faster when I think about his bladder pressing up against mine and feeling him take comfort in straddling my leg. "Take your pants off." I tell him, "Yep." He answers while bracing himself to get off me. He stands at the edge of the bed grabbing himself before pulling down the second pair of sweat pants from the night. "I can't really hold myself when I'm stoned." He admits. "And you can hold yourself when you're sober?" I laugh out and he laughs too. I pull a diaper out of one of the open boxes and Derek helps me secure the tapes into place. He pulls his pants back up and takes off his shirt so you can see the waist band of the diaper sticking out. Derek flips on the TV and he crawls into bed. I turn off the light and crawl into bed beside him. Jason would sometimes stay at the office most of the night so we were often left home alone. I kiss Derek's neck in the darkness which is only broken by the dim tv flashes from the wall. Maybe two hours after we've fallen asleep I feel Derek roll over wrapping his leg around me along with one of his arms. I can tell that his diaper is still dry when he presses his crotch into my tight. He's blissfully asleep and he snuggles his face into the nape of my neck. We readjust and I wrap my arm around him so I can rub his back. He holds into me in his sleep as he cuddles me. Holding on as though I may disappear. His hand leaves my side and creeps into his mouth and he starts sucking his thumb. I'd never seen another 18 year old who still enjoyed these things so whole heartedly consciously and unconsciously. He rubs his crotch against me humping me slightly in his sleep. "Derek." I whisper to him and he stops but he doesn't break from my embrace. Derek's leg which is still draped over me, now clung slightly tighter around my opposite thigh. I close my eyes and fall asleep again for awhile. I'm awoken by Derek's whimpering. I start rubbing his back again and he quiets, relaxing into my arms, his head now on my chest. Practically laying on top of me now I feel the tension leave his body. Still asleep he calms in me arms and as I rub his back I feel the warmth under his pants. I cuddle him, still asleep but now smiling. I feel the diaper growing warmer in the places were it's pressed up against me. He moans quietly as he pees his diaper in the darkness. He sighs heavily with relief when he's finished. I can tell he still holds it in his sleep. If I'd woken him up he probably could have gone to the washroom. Sometime Derek avoided at all costs honestly so I never bother. I fall back to sleep until Derek wakes up.
When I open my eyes I see him sitting upright beside me with his legs folded together. Diaper sagging visibly between his legs bulging out his sweatpants pressing them into the mattress. I roll over to face him and he turns on the lamp beside him. He shifts uncomfortably not saying anything and looking at me sheepishly. I rub my eyes and sit up "Do you want me to change you baby?" I ask. He nods and stands up from the bed. He pulls down his pants and throws down a towel onto the bed. I get up and walk around to his side of the bed. When he pulls down his pants I can see the diaper is soaked and swollen. He definitely needs to be changed otherwise he'll wet the bed and he knows this. He's a lot less arrogant about it when he's in diapers compared to when he's wetting himself on purpose for our pleasure. Yet I can still tell that he dreams about wetting himself on purpose which inevitably results in chronic bedwetting by default. He pulls off his shirt and lays onto the towel with nothing put his wet diaper on. I undo the tapes and remove it before I start the clean him up with baby wipes. His thumb doesn't leave his mouth when I change him and I feel him soothe as I wipe between his legs. I rediaper him because I know he'll need to be changed again by morning. We roll over into bed again after I wash up and this time he's only in a dry diaper. We resume our cuddling position and he hugs me tightly. We fall back to sleep in each others arms. |
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After Derek's cleaned up he puts on a pair of boxers and sits at his desk to go onto his computer. I make the bed and he puts on a song in the background for me which I appreciate. I turn to Derek "Isn't it weird Jason has been gone at night?" I ask. "I don't know, why?" he doesn't look over the screen when he answers me. I shrug "are you going to be okay alone tonight if he's late?" I ask knowing I am going to be staying at home tonight. "Yeah Jess whenever you're not here I'm pretty much on my own anyways when it comes to... that stuff." He looks uncomfortable. Getting up from the desk he puts his hands around my waist and pulls me into his embrace closer. "I love it when you're here though." He kisses my cheek before letting go of me. "The towels should be done." I remind Derek. He gives me a look and doesn't say anything before slipping out of his room into the hallway. I shake my head and I follow after him. He's already out of sight so I head down the hall and down the stairs into the living room. At first glance no one is in the living room so I turn past the table to see Derek standing in the kitchen his black sweatpants bunched up around his knees and his hoodie hanging down over his bare ass. His back turned to me I can see him legs spread taking a piss in the middle of the kitchen floor. I watch in awe until he shivers and shakes the last few dibbles out before pulling his underwear and pants back up. He turns to see me and laughs at my stunned expression. He continues walking over to the laundry machine in the adjacent room remerging with a pile of towels. He throws them onto the accident and kicks them around on the floor with his bare feet to mop it up. I shake my head. He picks up the towels and heads back into the laundry room, I hear the washing machine start up again. He comes back out "What?" He asks me as if it were normal. "Why are you like this?" I joke to him. "I didn't pee my pants mommy!" He says in an exaggerated fashion. I feel warm inside when he calls me that and I feel myself blushing. I look at the floor. He grabs a lysol wipe and finishes cleaning the floor before washing his hands. I come over to him and lean on the counter. "You know it would be a lot less work to use the toilet." I remind him. "But that wouldn't be any fun." he kisses me.
Later, Jason walks in from work and puts down bags of take out containers before disappearing upstairs. Derek starts eating noodles out of one of the boxes and I hear Jason getting into the shower upstairs. Derek's father comes down wearing a nice sports jacket and he has his hair combed back. He grabs his car keys and gestures a wave to his son who's sitting on the floor watching tv eating dinner off of the coffee table. I can't help but feel sorry for their dynamic but it's more than I'd ever wish for from my father. After we're done eating we put on a movie and head upstairs. I put Derek in a diaper and we lay on the bed together before I have to leave for the night. "I'll be back before school." I reassure him. "Okay." He says before leaning in to kiss me where I lay across from him. I lean on my arm which it propped up on my pillow. "You're sweet." I say to him. "I'm sorry I'm such a baby." He teases but he looks down when he says it. "You're not." I say to him. I lift his chin "Don't worry about things like that." I blush, "I've never been turned on by anyone else." I say honestly. He smiles naughtily and climbs onto of me to snuggle. I lay on my back and wrap my arms around him. The diaper crinkles under his pajama pants and It turns me on to feel that he is wearing it when he lies on top of me. He nuzzles his head into my neck and I run my fingers through his hair. He grinds into my leg and it makes me wet. I can see the waistband of the diaper hanging out of his pants that aren't pulled up properly and his shirt is tucked into it in certain places. I pull his white shirt out of his diaper he rolls off of me "You should get going babe it's getting late." he reminds me. He walks me out and kisses me goodbye I reassure him I can make it down the street safely to my aunt's were I am currently living. In the morning I don't get any texts or calls from Derek so I go over and let myself in with the key he gave me. Jason's car is still gone and I know something is going on because it's not time for him to leave and he wouldn't normally be gone still. I go up to check on Derek. The house is empty and quiet his door is shut and when I go to push it open It doesn't swing open. I shove it open and slip into his room I step on the comforter which is jammed under his door and, wet. If his window weren't open I'm sure all you'd be able to smell would be accident. I try not to get my socks wet and I stumble over the comforter. I look up to see Derek who's asleep still wearing his tshirt, no pants and a pair of boxers. There are two wet diapers folded up on the floor beside the comforter. Derek is curled up in a ball at the end of the bed where your feet would be is still asleep. He sucks his thumb and has one arm wrapped around his legs with no blanket. The entire rest of the bed is soaked besides the pillows. Only the pillows and a soaked sheet left on the bed. The rest of the bedding is spread out on the floor and- wet. Derek opens his eyes and pulls his thumb out of his mouth to rub his eyes. He looks at me and he has bags under his eyes "Rough night?" I gesture around the room. He nods and sits wrapping both arms around his knees pulling them into his chest. He leans this forehead down onto his knees before yawning and crawling off his bed dodging the soaked center and the piles of wet laundry on the floor. He comes to stand beside me and we look around the room. He grabs at himself shyly. I pick up the peed diapers and throw them into the trash. When I turn back around he's holding himself again but let's go when he sees me turn towards him. Then we hear Jason pull into the driveway.
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Beginning Note: First off, for those who are upset or still waiting on my Ada and Rebecca follow up story, I promise you I’m still working on that. I wanted to put this one out however because I’ve had this idea for a while, and I wanted to establish my content wasn’t just Resident Evil, there will be others. Also this isn’t the first Heavy Rain Omorashi fic, there’s actually another one very similar:
However, that one has scat and while that’s perfectly fine I’m not into that, I wanted a pure wetting version so that’s what I’m making. In addition I will be adding a sequel/chapter to this. Check the other person’s if you do want to see it though. Anyway, let’s get it on!
“*GASP*!!” Madison Paige sat upright with a start. She was a pale young woman in her late twenties, with a brunette pixie haircut and slim body. Her curves were a little small but also round and supple. The white tank top and panties she was currently adorning snugly hugged them. She looked around her apartment complex to make sure everything was alright. Despite the slightly artistic appeal, it did nothing to ease her nerves. She let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Thankfully, no unwelcome intruders were to be found, but this would be another sleepless night.
‘Goddamn insomnia, why can’t I get one peaceful night?’ she cursed in disappointment. Sighing again, she stood up from the couch she was (or at least was trying to) sleeping on and let out a yawn. Noticing the TV was still on, and playing nothing but static she snapped it off, not wanting to waste electricity or have the noise distract her. Already awake, she decided to at least find something worthwhile to occupy herself with some activity, anything to pass the boredom and hopefully fall asleep.
First Madison headed to the windows. If she was going to have this highrise with a beautiful view might as well make the most of it. When she stepped down the mini-stairs she felt her bladder pang a little, but it was minor she would take care of that need later. Instead she chose to lean against the window, watching the rain slightly pour down in a gentle cascade, enjoying the sound and beautiful view of the city. Crime ridden it may be, but not all hope was lost. It unfortunately wasn’t enough to lull her to sleep. Instead she decided to head for the microwave.
‘Tumeric Chai Latte might be enough to help me fall asleep.’ the young woman pondered. While she heated it up, Madison proceeded to go to the main table and read about the “Origami Killer” case that was all over the news. She was definitely invested considering it was a case she was currently trying to solve, or at least shed light on. ‘Crazy bastard.’ Madison internally cursed. ‘Murder is wrong no matter how you spin it, but children? And he or she leaves gifts as some form of repentance. That’s nowhere near enough but even so, why would they continue it if they feel so guilty about it? The criminal mind surely is one sick enigma.’
The young photojournalist proceeded to attempt to organize what she had on her laptop. Another kid had been killed, methodically drowned and left behind with an orchid placed on their chest and an origami figure in hand. Madison began to feel even more downtrodden. What was the motivation? Was there a specific goal or quota they were trying to achieve, maybe a scare tactic? Sending a message? Whatever the case was, more sons were dying and it didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.
‘Poor kid, the families must be devastated. This man or woman needs to be put behind bars, or in front of a firing squad.’ Madison thought bitterly. In the past she had been against violence (at least the kind involving death, she was no stranger to standard fights as evidenced by constantly bandaging her scratched and banged up brothers from certain scraps) but after reporting in the Iraq war and killing serial killer Leland “Taxidermist” White in self defense, she came to the conclusion that there would be no shortage of sickos in this world and killing was sometimes a necessary evil.
Suddenly, Madison got the feeling she was being watched and felt nervous pangs claw at her belly, which did no favors for her full bladder. However she still decided to hold it. Unknown to most of her friends and colleagues aside from her good friend and journal buddy Sam, holding in her urine was a pleasurable activity she frequently partaken in. She really didn’t understand it, but the long waiting period, dire need, and eventually release was an erotic feeling that she loved and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Still, that was the least of her worries.
Looking around and satisfied that there was still no-one to be found in the apartment complex, Madison proceeded to drink her hot cup of Tumeric Chai Latte. It provided some comfort and relaxation at first, but eventually all the hot liquid settled in her bladder and sped up the need to release her own hot liquid. Deciding it was time, she headed to the bathroom to take a piss and shower afterwards. First the young woman checked herself out in the mirror. Aside from the dark circles and dull eyes of unhappiness, she was still quite sexy and attractive. After popping some sleeping pills she headed to the toilet, pulled down her panties to reveal a faint landing strip of pubic hair, sat her shapely ass on the toilet seat, and proceeded to void her bladder.
A long stream trickled out of her genitals and into the toilet water, creating a loud splash that resonated in the room for around thirty seconds. Afterwards, Madison wiped herself clean of any remaining urine and stood up. Instead of pulling her panties back on she just set them on the floor and removed her tank top, revealing her toned abs and perky breasts with pink nipples. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. At first the hot water hailed down but soon became soothing, not enough to have her asleep quite yet but still relaxing. When she was done, she realized that she had neglected to grab new clothes. Having no other choice, she re-applied her tank top and panties. Once she stepped out however, the suspicious feeling returned.
‘Shit. Someone’s here.’ Maddison mentally shuddered. She looked around the room for anything that could provide help. ‘The phone is right on that desk! No, that would take too long. A 911 call is extremely lengthy, not to mention the time it would take for the police to actually arrive. The front door is the only way out. I’d rather not leave in my underwear but at this rate I’m lucky just to get out of here alive!’ she internally panicked. Having no other choice, she ducked down and started to crouch towards the door. Right when she reached it, hell broke loose.
The photojournalist felt something reach for her, one to yank her head backwards and a forearm pressed hard against her trachea to cut off her oxygen supply. Despite her attacker’s larger size and technique, Madison still managed to muster enough strength to kick her feet off an adjacent wall and slam him into another. She managed to break away and see that he was a home invader wearing a balaclava mask of sorts. However he made no move to grab any valuables, or question her. Instead he seemed purely interested in finishing her off. He staggered towards her menacingly, but since he was still dazed this allowed Madison to kick down a stepladder to further injure her pursuer. It somewhat worked, but he recovered and threw her against the kitchen.
He unsheathed a large, serrated combat knife but she managed to reach for a corn holder and stab him in the neck. Unfortunately the twin picks, while certainly painful, were far too short to cause instant death from a single puncture. She made a break for it when another home invader managed to interfere and throw her against the dining room table, shattering many dishes and glass. Thankfully Madison avoided any cuts but she considered herself far from lucky, due to now having to deal with two home invaders that somehow managed to invite themselves in despite their being no signs of breaking and entering.
The second home invader had his own combat knife and attempted to stab her multiple times, only for her to roll around multiple times, the knife impaling the hardwood over and over. She eventually retaliated with an elbow strike to the cranium when the previous masked stranger grabbed her head and continued to drag her across the table. Not wasting any time, Madison reeled a kick over her head and into his, then grabbed a chair and threw it with all her might, watching it crash into the other invader.
The photojournalist had managed to successfully stagger both attackers, and tried to run away only for a third invader to show up. The one she had kicked came up from behind her, effectively creating a trap. Having nowhere else to go, she continued to go forwards only for the third home invader to slam her into the window. Unfortunately for him, Madison was counting on that and leaned in to bite his ear. His balaclava was unfortunately providing enough protection to do any serious damage but the pain and surprise was enough to make him yelp and throw her off him.
She then grabbed a lamp-stand and swung it, managing to club both of her attackers. The weapon was sturdy and hefty enough to break their bones and possibly even kill them for good, however the exhaustion was catching up to the photojournalist and she had no choice but to drop it. The remaining home invader caught up and threw her on the bed. She kicked hard with both feet to knock him back, then proceeded to jump up and tackle him. However it wasn’t enough as he got right back up, backhanded her, then slammed her face into the coffee table for good measure. Seeing she was stunned, all three of her attackers unsheathed their knives.
‘Who the fuck are these people?!’ Madison internally screamed. They clearly didn’t care about her money or belongings, just blood. But why? Bitter ex boyfriends, hired assassins maybe? The knives looked similar to Leland’s, perhaps they were his buddies or cult members dedicated to avenging their friend. One thing was for sure, no way in hell was she going to make it easy. Grabbing broken glass, she impaled the home invader’s thigh, grabbed his giant knife, then proceeded to stab them all in the groin, effectively castrating and possibly killing them. Relieved, she ran into the bathroom. She was shaking with adrenaline and fear, not noticing there was a fourth home invader who had been hiding in the restroom all along. Without warning he slid his knife to her throat and was about to slash it when Madison felt a warm gush empty out of her genitals, into her panties, cascaded down her legs, and onto the floor.
The young woman suddenly woke, almost mirroring the one in her dream. As she stirred, however, she realized there had been a huge difference that let her know she was truly awake this time. She had pissed herself in her sleep, twice in fact. First when she had used the toilet in her sleep, and right before she woke up. Her legs, panties, hell even her tank top, were all soaked in urine. Madison groaned in discomfort and embarrassment. Now she had no choice but to shower. First order of business, she made sure to peel off her wet clothes, then threw them and the couch cushion in the laundry. Secondly she hopped into the shower, this time for real.
As she stood under the water, a face appeared to her. He had slightly shaggy hair and stubble, and sad eyes. Madison didn’t understand why, but she felt very attracted to this man. Almost on instinct her right hand shot to her genitals. The photojournalist was surprised at this, then figured she might as well. Grabbing the shower-head she aimed it at her clit, feeling it harden in arousal. She then proceeded to grasp her left breast and play with her nipple, feeling it peak. Her fantasies ran wild with the mystery man as they had sex in many different positions and she came hard. Suddenly feeling woozy the photojournalist sank to the floor with weak knees, panting hard in ecstasy. After drying herself she immediately headed to her mattress and lay down, still naked and not bothering with getting dressed. She was ready to pass out, a feeling she welcomed and would not wait for, clothes be damned. Madison Paige still wondered just where she had seen her fantasy man, his face was so clear so he was certainly real. Little did she know they would meet very soon.
End Note: So yeah, hope you all enjoyed it. I’ll admit the masturbation was kind of weak but I’m still learning so I apologize. Anyway I’ll try and finish the Resident Evil saga soon and move on to other ladies within the gaming universe. Candidates include Kitana, Jade, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Panam Palmer, Judy Alvarez, and possibly more. Take care. |
The scorching afternoon air was beginning to fade into a warm evening breeze ad Ridin left her brother's restaurant. The Konal province was suffering a heat wave, and as a result, townspeople were fleeing their stuffy homes and flocking to fan-cooled businesses with cold stone floors as a way to beat the dreadful temperatures. Ridin wasn't usually a waitress. In fact, she spent most of her time away from Konal on adventures with her party, but they'd all agreed to take a break and head to their individual homes for the summer solstice. As the heat wave struck, Ridin's brother's restaurant had grown overwhelmingly busy, and Ridin had volunteered to help serve. However, she hadn't counted on the summer warmth to last through the entire solstice, and thusly through the end of her break. Now she was running late to get to the ferry that would take her back to Duret, home of the Questing Guild headquarters.
Ridin rushed through the town, her traveling bag bouncing from her shoulders with every step, cursing the drunken men who had kept her from finishing her shift on time with their endless demands. Finally, the shipyard came into view, and Ridin slowed her pace, huffing with exertion. She handed her ticket to the ferrystaff and made it onboard just in time for the final call. The ride would take roughly two hours, with two stops at neighboring provinces where Suffet and Holms, two other members of Ridin's party, would join her. Lou, the fourth and final member, was traveling from the other side of Duret and would meet them there.
Ridin stood at the front of the ferry, letting the evening breeze brush over her as the ship departed. As her heartrate slowed, she felt a faint pressure spread into her lower stomach. She wished, not for the first time since she'd started her mad dash for the ferry, that she'd had the time to use the bathroom before leaving the restaurant. The sprint for the boat had seemed to jostle her bladder into a level of discomfort which she would generally feel in the moments right before relieving herself. Now, the sound of the water lapping at the bow was urging her to find a toilet quickly.
Ridin made her way to the cargo room where she stored her bag, then started to explore below deck. Families and other riders milled about, talking and enjoying the provided refreshments. A staffmember offered Ridin a glass of sparkling juice, but she declined, wanting to find the bathroom before subjecting her body to any more liquid. But after fifteen minutes of looking, she was no closer to relief than she had been before. Ridin frowned - the ship wasn't big, and she couldn't imagine there was much of it she hadn't explored. Was it possible there was just no bathroom on the ferry?
She shook her head. There had to be a bathroom-how else would the crew relieve themselves on longer trips? She sighed. Her urge was growing more and more uncomfortable, and she was seriously starting to regret all the drinks she'd had during her shift as a result of the heat. Determinedly, she decided to check the ship again, wondering if she'd somehow missed the bathroom on her first trip around in her hastiness. But after another fifteen minutes, she was still empty-handed and full (or close) bladdered.
"Excuse me," she asked as a crewmate passed by. "I was wondering if you could tell me if there's a bathroom onbo-"
"Ridin!"
The cry came from above, and Ridin looked up just in time to see Suffet launch herself from the upcoming pier and land on the deck with a dull THUD.
"Woah!" Ridin jumped back, clamping down on a leak threatening to escape. "Suff, what are you doing? You have to pay."
"Relaxxx..." Suffet held up a ticket, waving it back and forth. "I'll give it to the captain on our way out or something. I just didn't want to wait through that stuffy line to board. Besides, I missed you."
"I missed you too," Ridin said despite herself. The crewmate she'd tried to speak to earlier had disappeared back into the crowd, and Ridin was yet again no closer to finding a bathroom than she'd been when she boarded. Oblivious to her plight, Suffet tugged at her hand.
"Come on," she said excitedly. "Let's keep watch for Holms. I want to see what he got me from Cerefel."
"Okay," Ridin agreed halfheartedly, and let herself be tugged back to the cargo bay, then up to the front of the ship. The waters were rougher outside Suffet's province, and Ridin shifted her weight from foot to foot worriedly as the sound of rolling waves crashed against her ears. How she wished to find a bathroom so she could cause some waves of her own...
"Wow..." Suffet was leaning out over the railing. "I love sailing."
"We sail all the time," Ridin pointed out.
"So?" Suffet asked. "Look at it." She swept her arms out to the waters. "Isn't it amazing?"
Ridin bit back a grimace. It was amazing- amazingly inconvenient for her right now. She shifted her weight again, wishing desperately for the privacy of her home toilet. Her need was growing rather urgent, and she worried for the safety of her shorts if she couldn't find a place to release before they reached Duret.
The ship moved on through the waters as Suffet excitedly pointed to every bird that flew overhead and every fish that came to inspect the vehicle disturbing their homes. Ridin nodded along vaguely, glad (for once) for Suffet's ability to ramble on with little to no input from her peers, which left Ridin free to focus on holding. She shifted back and forth, rubbing her thighs together in a way that she hoped looked natural. She stifled a moan as an intense wave of desperation came over her, barely managing to keep herself from shoving her hands in her crotch.
"You okay?" Suffet asked, and Ridin realized her moan had been released as a huff.
"Fine," she said, hoping she didn't look as desperate as she felt. Luckily, Suffet wasn't the most observant adventurer in their party and took her at her word, returning to her animated babbling.
Ridin was about to swallow her pride and ask to find a bathroom when one of Suffet's cries broke through her haze of desperation.
"Look!" She shouted. "It's Holms!"
Ridin looked, and sure enough, Holms was standing on the deck, his broadsword drawn. But he didn't look happy to see them- in fact, he wasn't even looking at the ship. He was glaring down into the water.
"Something's wrong-" Ridin started to say, but before she could finish, screams errupted from the people on the pier and Holms jumped back just in time as a large dark shape crashed through the wooden boards of the dock.
"Sea dragon!" The captain shouted. The ship errupted into chaos, with passengers all running to get below deck. Suffet and Ridin glanced at each other before nodding and taking off towards Holms, who had launched himself into an attack on the dragon. Ridin's bladder wailed with every pounding step she took, and she was almost tempted to join the other passengers below deck. But as adventurers, it was their duty to protect people from monsters like the dragon. She was glad, at least, that she'd kept her twin daggers sheathed at her sides instead of storing them with her luggage, and that Suffet had kept her sicle strapped to her back.
"What is a sea dragon doing out here?" Ridin asked as they ran. Monsters tended to flock towards bigger provinces like Duret, especially once adventurers began to stay there. For some reason, nothing made the monsters more angry than adventurers.
"Worry about that later," Suffet shouted. "For now, give me a boost!"
As they reached the part of the boat closest to the dragon, Ridin crouched down, cupping her hands as a foothold for Suffet. Once they were in place they sprang up together, joining Holms in the fight. Suffet, who had used Ridin to jump higher, slashed at the dragon's neck, while Ridin attacked its body. Holms was running parallel to the dragon on the dock, using the blunt side of his sword as a kind of paddle to launch various objects at the dragon.
Having reached the top of her trajectory, Ridin began to fall. The ship had turned, trying to get its passengers to safety, and the pier was too far away, meaning she had no choice but to slip into the water. The impact sent a jolt right through her bladder, but what was worse than that was the sudden shocking cold. Ridin allowed the water to muffle her loud moan, finally giving in and pressing her hands firmly into her crotch and even twisting her legs around them. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so desperate to pee- in fact, she couldn't remember much right now past the burning desire to let it all out. But her party needed her, so she steeled herself and her bladder and swam back up to the surface, her whole body trembling from cold and desperation.
"Ridin!" Holms called once she'd surfaced. "It has a weak spot under its chin!"
Ridin looked up at the dragon who was still fighting off Suffet's advances. Sure enough, there was a soft looking area under its chin where its scales had begun to shed.
"Get it's attention!" Ridin called. She swam to the pier, pulling herself from the water, which clung to her legs and dripped around her feet. The feeling of the liquid on her legs was torturous, and she groaned as a spurt of pee made its way out, spattering loudly on the ground with the rest of the water droplets. She shifted rapidly, grinding her thighs together, then desperately refocused her attention on the task at hand. Holms was hitting objects at the dragon again as Suffet slipped into the water. The dragon rounded on the pier and Ridin crouched low, painting the ground with another quick spurt of urine before jumping as high as she could just as the dragon lunged for Holms. Reaching her target, she wrapped her arms and legs around the dragon's great neck and began to climb for its head. Blissfully, she allowed her crotch to rub against the dragon's rough scales, keeping the impending flood at bay for the precious seconds it took her to reach the soft spot. Once she was there she grabbed a dagger, plunging it into the dragon's shadowy body. With a roar, it lurched back, thrashing in the water as she drove the dagger deeper. Then with a final cry, the dragon began to dissipate into shadows.
Ridin found herself falling back towards the water again. Her legs were trembling with the strain of holding her bladder, and she felt another leak make its way out. She almost imagined she could hear the drops of urine hitting the water. Now that the dragon was gone, it wouldn't matter if she spent a few extra seconds in the water relieving herself, right? She was already soaked, and nobody would have to know.
Just as she had resolved to let go, something collided with her body. She looked up with a start to see Holms, who had launched himself from the dock to catch her. The two were now traveling towards the ship, which was turning back around to dock. But Ridin had been so ready for relief that she couldn't stop the leak that had started as she'd fallen towards the water. Holms was carrying her bridal style, which normally would've been fine, but now with the wind pushing back against them, she looked down in horror as the stream of urine spilling from her shorts collided with his traveling pants.
"Good job," Holms told her, and it was all she could do to nod along as she fought tooth and nail to seal the dam in her panties. The two reached the dock, tumbling over the edge, and Ridin let out a groan as her stomach hit the floor. Suffet rushed over to help them up, and Ridin was grateful that the water still dripping from her clothes concealed the small streams of pee that were still running down her legs.
"That was awesome," Suffet whispered as the three adventurers stood. People were beginning to emerge from below deck, glancing around nervously to make sure no other monsters appeared.
"You three!" A voice called. The party spun, standing at attention as the captain approached. The emerging passengers turned to look at them, and Ridin was suddenly painfully aware of her slowly leaking bladder.
The captain stood across from the party, his face stoic. Then he broke into a grin, rushing forward to shake Holms's hand, then Suffets, and finally Ridin's.
"I can't thank you enough," he said. "Truly, you three are bursting with talent. We're overflowing with grattitude."
I'm bursting and overflowing with something, Ridin thought. But Holms smiled politely.
"No thanks necessary," he said. "We're just doing our job."
"Nonsense!" The captain objected. "Come, let us give you some dry clothes. And then please join me for a drink in my cabin so that I can thank you properly."
Ridin grimaced at the thought of a drink. But... If they were changing, maybe the captain could point her towards a bathroom. She glanced at the puddle forming at her feet and wondered how much of it was pee.
"That would be amazing," Ridin said. Suffet nodded along.
The captain lead them below deck to a crew room. Ridin winced at the squelching sound her shoes made as she walked, but luckily she wasn't the only one who was wet. Suffet was just as sopping as she was, though likely for different reasons.
"Here we are!" The captain gestured to a series of private rooms. "There are dry clothes for you in those three. Once you've changed, please find my cabin."
Holms began to thank the captain, but Ridin made a break for the nearest room. Once she was inside and the door was closed, she clamped her hands against her crotch, moaning quietly to herself as she writhed in place.
"Ooh..." her eyes searched frantically for a bathroom door, but she found none. "Hng... Aaah..."
Pressing her hands further into her groin, she finally felt the leak stop. It felt like she'd let out an entire ocean over the floor of the ship, but there was still another one inside her, twice as big. And now, with no bathroom in sight, she wasn't sure what to do.
Maybe there was a vase, or a waste bin. Anything she could find relief in. But after searching the room, squirming frantically the whole time, she found nothing of use.
A knock sounded at the door. "Ridin? You almost ready?"
"Al- ahhhhh... almo-ost," Ridin called. If there was nowhere to go in here, she'd just have to get changed and ask the captain once they were at his cabin. Carefully, she changed out of her wet clothes, noting with extreme displeasure that the new pants she was given were tighter around the waist than her shorts had been. Giving herself one last desperate squeeze, she opened the door and rejoined her party.
A staff member lead them to the captain's cabin, where they each took a seat across a table from the captain. Ridin crossed her legs under the table, sitting on her hands and gripping desperately at her thighs from below as the captain poured them each a glass of sparkling juice. Her vision seemed to tunnel around the sloshing golden liquid until she realized the captain had begun to speak.
"Truly, I cannot thank you enough," he was saying. "There aren't usually monsters on this route. I don't know what we would've done had you three not been there."
"Perhaps it would be wise to hire someone capable of dealing with them," Holms was reasoning. "There may be a time when you're not so lucky as to have adventurers onboard."
"Aye, I've had the same thoughts." The captain agreed. "But we've not got the money. The ship is old, and we've had to spend a fortune on repairs. Even the bathroom broke down right before we reached Konal, so that's another repair we'll have to spend for."
Ridin's heart plunged. The bathroom was... broken? But there HAD to be somewhere for her to pee. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last, even with all the leaking.
As if responding to her thoughts, another trickle snaked out from between her clenched thighs, pooling on the chair below and spreading into the butt of her pants. She sucked in a shaky breath, glad that the clothes provided were dark enough to hide any wet patches.
"Ah, well." The captain shook his head. "Now's not the time to be focusing on that. Let's have a toast. To your bravery and strength."
He raised his glass, and Suffet and Holms followed suit. Reluctantly, Ridin clasped her own glass, raising it with a slightly shaky hand. The glasses clinked, and she took a small drink, praying that she'd have some time before she felt the sweet liquid in her bladder.
The captain continued to talk with Suffet and Holms, Ridin staying quiet in her desperation. There was no point in asking for a place to relieve herself now- not unless she wanted to humiliate herself. Though the threat of humiliating herself in another way was becoming more and more imminent. She tried to keep her squirming to a minimum, but still ended up shifting restlessly in her chair every few seconds. Just when she was sure she couldn't stand it anymore, the ship came to a halt.
"Look at that," the captain said. "Looks like we're at Duret. End of the line."
Holms stood and shook the captain's hand again. "Thank you for the passage," he said. Suffet followed suit.
Ridin shook his hand last. "Thank yo-ooh..." she said through a moan. The captian just smiled at her obliviously.
"Let's get outta here," Suffet said once they were above deck. "I'm ready to get back to the Guild."
"You have no idea," Ridin agreed, shifting her weight back and forth. But as they left the dock, it was clear something was wrong. There were no people milling about the town. Vendors stood quietly at their booths instead of calling out their sales.
"What's going on?" Suffet asked. "Where's Lou?"
"I don't like this," Holms said. "Let's get to the Guild."
Ridin agreed, walking rigidly behind her party as they made their way to the Questing Guild building. Just before they rounded the corner for the entrance, Lou darted out from an alley.
"Shh!" he hissed, then waved them into the alley. Ridin almost protested, needing to make it to the bathroom inside the guild, but Lou looked more serious than she'd ever seen before.
"What is it?" Suffet whispered once they were in the alley. Ridin leaned forward, pretending to want to hear, and subtly crossed her legs as Lou whispered back.
"The Ancients have taken over the Guild."
"What?" Suffet cried.
"What do you mean?" Holms asked, deadly serious.
The Ancients were a rebel group of adventurers who didn't like how the questing system worked. They fought monsters with reckless abandon, not caring about the damage they caused in doing so, in the name of Ban, the ancient God of Vengance.
"They're holding Leader Mary hostage," Lou said, "and they've stripped other adventurers of their weapons. I barely got away, but they know I'm here. And they probably know you've arrived."
As if to prove his point, an Ancient Guard dressed in red robes stalked past the alley. Lou pulled the party further against the wall, and Ridin bit her lip as the crossguard of Holms's sword pressed into her gut. She was sure she was just seconds away from springing another leak, if not a full blown flood.
"What do we do?" Suffet asked once the guard was gone.
"I have a way in," Lou revealed. "Suffet and I will break into the weapons room to get the adventurers back their weapons so they can help us. Ridin, you try to extract Leader Mary before she gets hurt. Holms will keep watch from up there" he pointed to a tall church tower "and radio us if anything goes wrong."
"I'm extracting the leader?" Ridin asked, trying not to dance in desperation. "How will I keep from getting caught?"
Lou pressed an old key into her hand. "It unlocks the secret tunnels," he said. "They can take you down to the old war room where they're keeping her."
"But-" Ridin tried to protest, but Lou didn't hear.
"There's no time to waste," he said. "Everyone take a radio and follow me."
Reluctantly, Ridin did as she was told. Lou took them into the Guild through an old cargo passage, then Suffet and him split off. Ridin crept slowly through the halls, part to keep quiet and part due to her desperate state. The entrance to the secret tunnels was in the trophy room, about two halls away from where she was now.
Slowly, she made her way through the Guild. At this point, her hands were permanently in her crotch and she couldn't stop squirming if her life depended on it. The fabric around her hands was still wet from her small accident in the captain's cabin, and every few minutes a small gush would escape and warm her hands. With a feeling of despair, Ridin realized she'd have to pass the bathroom to get to the trophy room. Lou had said there was no time to spare, but surely she wouldn't be wrong to take a quick stop...
She crept down the hall to the bathroom door, wincing as she heard the sound of crashing water from the decorative waterfalls. Adventurers always made jokes that the waterfalls were there to help you go faster, but it didn't feel like much of a joke now as another gush of warm pee spilled into Ridin's hands. Just as she was about to push the door open, a guard turned down the hall, and Ridin dove behind a pillar, crouching down and keeping as quiet as possible.
"Oh god," the guard moaned. "I have to piss so bad. Why doesn't the boss let us go more often? I swear I'm holding Poseidon's sea in here."
There was a scrambling sound as the guard rushed for the bathroom door. Ridin was in hell, with the guard's desperate narration and the sound of the gushing, flowing waterfall in her ears. The door swung shut and she let out a long, low moan as another spurt of pee fell into her pants, soaking the fabric of her butt. Another spurt followed the first and she scissored her legs from her spot crouched on the floor before abruptly standing and rushing off. She couldn't take the sound of the waterfalls anymore.
Finally, she reached the trophy room, diving inside more recklessly than she should've, considering the Guild was swarming with guards. She shoved Lou's key into the door half obscured by a large trophy case and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. More pee was leaking from between her clamped hands, and she realized with a start that it was becoming more about when she wasn't peeing than when she was. As quickly as her tortured bladder would let her, she snuck through the passage, keeping an ear out for any footsteps that may be following her. Before long, she found herself in the rafters of the old war room. Sure enough, Leader Mary sat proudly at one end of the strategy table, with two Ancient Guards standing at her sides. A third stood at the door, keeping an eye out for intruders.
"Something's gotta be wrong," one guard said. "Our relief team was supposed to be here ten minnutes ago."
"Emphasis on relief," the other guard said. "I've gotta piss like a racehorse."
"Don't say that in front of her," the third guard snapped.
Mary chuckled, shaking her head. "Organization has never been the Ancients' strongsuit," she jabbed. "I'm sure your relief team is wandering around the halls having lost track of time. Good luck getting any relief anytime soon."
"You bitch," the second guard growled.
"It's not my fault you've failed to use the bathroom when you should like a mature adult," Mary said. "Maybe if you had managed your time better, you wouldn't be here, squirming around and ruining your reputation."
Ridin clamped one hand over her mouth to stifle a whimper, the other rubbing desperately at her crotch to keep the flood at bay. Not only would wetting herself now be humiliating, it would also give her position away. She was crouched in the rafters, half hidden in the dark, but there would be nowhere to hide if a sea of her piss came crashing down into the war room from the ceiling.
"My reputation is better now than yours will ever be," the guard argued. "You lead an army of cowards."
"The adventurers are not an army," Mary said back. "And your reputation will be nothing once you soak those robes of yours."
"Argh!" The guard growled. "Can't we just knock her out so I can go piss already?"
"Boss wants her conscious," the third guard said with a shrug. Suddenly, another five guards entered the room.
"Finally," the second guard said. "You're late." He moved to leave.
"Wait," one of the new guards said. "There's adventurers breaking in. We all stay here."
"You've gotta be kidding!" The second guard cried.
The new guard shook his head. "Boss's orders."
Ridin frowned. She could've delt with the three guards-maybe not with a full bladder, but definitely with an empty one. But eight was a challenge.
A crackling sound came from Ridin's in-ear radio. "We've got the weapons back to the adventurers," Lou reported. "Ridin, were you able to find the leader?"
Ridin couldn't talk, so she pressed down on her radio button twice-the code for yes.
"Are there guards there?"
Ridin pressed the button twice again.
"Can you take them out alone?"
Ridin pressed the button once-no.
"Okay," Lou responded. "Sit tight, ok? We're on our way down to the war room."
Ridin was sitting tight-as tight as she'd ever been. She could feel every drop of her days' worth of pee begging to be released, for her to open the floodgates and soak herself like she never had before. But she had to fight for as long as she could... which didn't look like it would be very long now.
With a sense of dread, Ridin felt another leak coming. But this one felt different-bigger. She wasn't sure if she could stop it once it started, and if she couldn't stop it, she knew she'd end up springing a gusher as forceful as a geyser. Desperately, she shifted so that she was basically resting her weight on her crotch, which was pressed up against the rafter beam. Her legs hung over the sides, gripping onto the beam for dear life. The pressure was good, but it wasn't enough. Slowly, Ridin felt herself begin to leak again.
The beam was wood, but it was polished so that it couldn't absorb anything. Instead, the pee pooled under her butt and began to run down her legs and into her shoes. The first drop spilled from the side of the beam onto the stone ground of the war room and Ridin winced, praying that the guards wouldn't notice. Soon another drop joined it, and a third, and over the course of the next few minutes, Ridin had made a small puddle on the ground.
"What the hell?" One guard exclaimed, and Ridin froze, thinking they'd found her. But the guard's attention was on the desperate guard, who had now spun around to face the wall and was beginning to relieve himself.
"It was either here or in my pants," the guard said. The other guards groaned, but the hissing sound of his relief only made Ridin's leak worsen. She could hear the drops colliding with her puddle now. Luckily, everyone's attention seemed to be on the guard now relieving himself.
"God, man," one guard said. "How much did you drink?"
"Liters, it feels like," the guard responded. Ridin could relate.
Suddenly, there was a cry from outside, and the door to the room burst open. The guards, caught off guard, spun and readied their weapons, but a team of five adventurers-including Lou, Suffet, and Holms-had already rushed them. Unclamping her legs from the beam, Ridin dropped down to help them, the impact of the drop causing the dam to crack further and her stream to grow yet again.
It took all of Ridin's concentration to fight while peeing as little as possible. She swung at a guard with her dagger, then aimed a kick at his head, knocking him out. Wherever she moved, there were patters of liquid on the ground, making a map of her fight. Once Holms had knocked the last guard down, her pants were completely soaked, but she felt no more relieved.
"Come on!" Suffet said before she could catch her breath. "We have to get to the main hall and help the others!"
Ridin didn't have a choice-Suffet grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the war room, up the stairs (and past the bathroom and its cursed waterfalls) to the large main hall of the Guild, where adventurers and guards were fighting over every square inch. Ridin's party jumped right back into the fray, and Ridin had no choice but to join them.
For every punch and kick she dealt, Ridin felt as if she recieved two back, right in the bladder. At one point she managed to stop her flow, only to be knocked back on her ass and have it start up again. She felt every pitiful trickle run down her legs and wanted nothing more than to let it all rip out of her with the force of a million seas. Every wave that gushed down her legs felt like a single grain of sand being released from a desert. But she kept fighting until finally all the guards had been subdued.
Their jobs done, all the adventurers began to talk amongst themselves until Leader Mary stood at the front of the room, waving her hands for their attention. The crowd quieted, and Ridin allowed herself to be pushed towards the back where she could hold herself away from prying eyes. Mary was giving a speech, but Ridin couldn't focus on anything other than the roaring ocean inside of her that was slowly making its way out. The desperation was so bad that she was sure she couldn't take another step without letting loose. Just as this thought crossed her mind, the impromptu meeting was adjourned, and she made a split second decision. Ignoring the calls from her party, she shoved her hands against her crotch as hard as they could go, and still leaking, made a sprint for the bathroom. Her shoes squelched again as she ran and she knew she was leaving behind a trail of pee, but she didn't care. All she cared about was finding a place to let go.
But when she rounded the corner to see the bathroom and hear the crashing water, there was already a huge line. It seemed that most adventurers had been in the same predicament as her, though she highly doubted any could ever be as desperate. With the bathroom occupied as a massive wave of pee threatening to gush down her legs, Ridin continued down the hall and made it to the trophy room, once again unlocking the secret passage and throwing herself inside. Before the door could even close, the dam burst, and Ridin's pee came jetting out of her with more force than she could've ever imagined, spraying onto the ground. She leaned back against the cool brick, raising one leg and pressing it against the opposing wall as the pee shot through her soaking pants and splattered up the wall.
"OH...." Ridin moaned. "Ahhh... Th-thank goooh..."
She knew she should quiet her moans, but she'd never felt such bliss in her entire life. Her legs were trembling with the effort of holding and the euphoria of release, and she let her eyes roll back as she lost herself in the feeling.
Through the bliss, she heard the door to the trophy room open and Mary speak.
"Your party's bravery truly is astounding," Mary said. "I wanted to thank each of you. But where is Ridin? I thought I saw her in the rafters, but I wasn't sure until she came down to fight."
Face flushing, Ridin realized that Mary was with her party, and that they were looking for her. She shoved her hand over her mouth to stifle another moan as she continued to release.
"She was acting kind of weird for the last part of the trip," Suffet noted. "I hope nothing was wrong."
"Do you guys see the water all over the Guild?" Lou asked. "Where's that coming from?"
Heart pounding, Ridin looked at the floor of the secret passage, where her urine was splashing into a puddle and threatening to spill out from under the hidden door. With all her might, she tried to shut off the flow. It felt worse than holding throughout the day had. Trying to stop in the middle of a mind shattering piss was like drinking every drop of water in the world.
"Ah... Ohhhh.." she whimpered, straining against the jet of pee pouring out of her. She shoved a hand over her crotch, grimacing as it began to splatter back against her legs. Finally, the stream slowed to a small trickle.
"Ridin?" A voice came through her earpiece, and she jumped. "Where are you?"
Speaking as quietly as she could, but holding her radio close to her mouth so it would sound like she was speaking normally, she replied "I'll ca- ahh..... Catch up with you guys in a few."
She ground her crotch against her hand as she spoke, hoping the sounds of her relief weren't coming through.
"She says she'll catch up later," Suffet reported to Mary.
"Very well," Mary said. "I'll put together a banquet for us later tonight. You're all dismissed until then. Tell Ridin I thank her greatly."
Ridin waited with bated breath as the door opened again and footsteps left. The door swung closed and she removed her hand, freely emptying yet again. If anything, this release was even more blissful than the first, and Ridin knew she wouldn't be stopping again for a long time.
"Ahh..." She moaned, letting her body take control. She stood there peeing for minutes, until the puddle was well out the door and had probably begun to soak into the trophy room carpet. She couldn't bring herself to care.
At long last, her flood tapered into a stream, which slowed to a trickle that ran down her legs and lasted for yet another minute. And then finally, she was empty. Breathing heavily, Ridin wiped her soaking hands on her borrowed shirt and hoped to god that she would never be that desperate again. |
Hello, everyone. It has been several months since I last used this website. I decided to semi-return after noticing someone art requested me. As I was browsing through my profile, I noticed an Interactive story I made a long time ago. I decided to read it for a bit, and after getting through some of the text, I decided that I wanted to re-write it with my current ( now slightly better) writing skills. Once I get past the part that I stopped, it's all innovation from there. This will not be an interactive, but if you have an idea for a character, scenario, or enemy, and suggest it to me, I may just be able to add it. Obviously, your ideas may not be able to be pit in if we're 75% of the way in.
For some context, in this universe, a small amount of characters have access to psychic abilities, around 1/50. The story takes place in America, the state of Florida to be exact. Considering this story is blatantly ripping off inspired by the earthbound series, you can expect violence. Not hyper-gore or anything like that, but there are quite a few fight scenes.
There will be messing alongside wetting, but the former will be less common. There are diaper scenes, but they won't be very common.
Anyways, posting the story in the next reply.
Chapter 1
Spoiler
Chapter 1
An Unkind Surprise
Liam opened his eyes, having finished his sleep. He let out a huge yawn, rubbing his eyes in a comedic fashion. He expected to hear the buzzing noises of his alarm clock, but it wasn’t there.
Weird, he managed to wake up on his own. Liam often had to rely on his trusty alarm clock to escape from his prison-like slumber. As his vision came back to him, he noticed something else-he wasn’t in the comfort of his bed. Despite the fact that he was still wearing a green shirt and blue shorts both meant for sleeping.
He jumped to his feet, looking at his surroundings. As he looked around, he could see that he was in some sort of dark, shady alleyway. Rats scattered around the floor, which was covered in dirt and trash. There was a hallway created by two acajdent buildings, seemingly the only way out.
Liam pondered for a moment. Why and how did he get here? He distinctly remembered going to sleep in his own apartment. Did someone follow him home? He thought to himself about everything that happened yesterday.
Yesterday, Liam had gone to a graduation party set up by one of his now former classmates. Chloe, to be exact. He remembered showing off his psychic powers to the class. Out of the class, only he and one other person was psychic.Her name was… Vanessa?
Perhaps someone saw that he had psychic powers and wanted to capture him? Then why would the supposed kidnapper drop Liam off in a back alley?
As Liam questioned what was happening, he heard shuffling noises behind him.He turned around, taking a few steps back. The noise seemed to be in the dumpster that laid in the back of the alley. Something was in there.
Deciding to face his fears, Liam walked up to the dumpster and opened up the lid with all his strength. As he looked inside, he was surprised to see a girl around his age in the dumpster.
It was Vanessa, lying back-first in said dumpster. She was sporting a blue shirt with yellow stripes along with light-blue jeans. It seemed that she must have been asleep in a dumpster of all places for one reason or another.
“Hey, are you okay?”Liam asked Vanessa. He knew he had to act calm in situations like this. His father, a firefighter, always drilled it into his head. Vanessa started to regain consciousness.
As Liam observed the girl, he noticed a peculiar sight-there was a spot of wetness on her shorts. Peticularly, around her crotch area. Putting two and two together, Liam realized that Vanessa must had peed herself. Embarrassed, he blushed a bit and decided not to say anything about it.
As Vanessa came to her senses, she started to panic. She looked around her surroundings, wondering why she was here.
Liam remembered that Vanessa was apparently mute, and kept to herself for the most part. She also had psychic powers, so she often had to evade people curious with her abilities.
As Liam helped Vanessa out of the dumpster can, he heard some footsteps behind him. As he turned around, he saw two men behind him running towards him and Vanessa. They both wore black clothes and masks that hid their faces, one of the masks white and the other black. They both wielded baseball bats, and didn’t seem like the happiest group of campers in the woods.
“Looks like we finally found you two.” The man in the white mask spoke to his cohort. “How did you end up losing them, anyway?”
The other black-clothed person retaliated. He noticeably was a bit more overweight. “The cops were on us! There wasn’t much I could do but hide them!”
“You could’ve done a way better job.You only hid one of them in the dumpster.” The first man looked towards Liam and Vanessa once more. “Anyways, it looks like you’re awake. You better come with us.”
Liam tried to back up until he remembered that behind him was a dumpster and a wall, and not much more. Vanessa seemed to realize this as well.
“We aren’t gonna let you take us!” Liam claimed. He obviously wasn’t very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but…
He noticed a golf club lying on the floor. He was a minor fan of golf, and knew how to use one. He picked it up, ready to use it as a weapon.
“Should’ve expected that.” the plus-size goon said. “You two are, like, practically still teenagers.” He paused for a second, perhaps to wonder if he could hypothetically beat his kidnapees in a fight. “Yeah, we can take you!”
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Having woken up seconds ago and finding out that she was apparently kidnapped by two men in black clothing, Vanessa’s head was filled with a combination of confusion, frightness and adrenaline. Looking back at her former classmate, Liam, she could see that he was determined.
His eyes seemed as if they were flaring up, and Liam held that golf club like he was ready to strike.
She then noticed another factor-her bladder. She hadn’t realized it, but she had a quite noticeable urge to go to the bathroom. As she looked down, she also noticed that she had a bit of a bladder bulge. Not only that, but… her shorts were already a bit wet. Vanessa tried her hardest not to express anything that would give away her mini accident. Had Liam already seen it...?
Trying to ignore it, she focused her mind on what would happen next, which was seemingly a scuffle. It was clear those goons were willing to use brute force-even against a duo of 18 year-olds. She doubted that Liam could take them both down. Luckily, as a psychic, she had access to a useful technique-Pyrokinesis. It wasn’t very potent, but it could cause a scar. It was obviously very illegal to use it on someone without consent, but if she used it, it would be self-defense.
Her thinking was cut short when the two men started to charge at Liam.
Urban Ninja A engaged in combat!
Urban Ninja B engaged in combat!
Urban Ninja B attacked Vanessa with a punch!
The man with the black mask canceled his dash towards Liam to attack Vanessa instead, which caused her to not be prepared. He launched his fist into her stomach. Feeling a bit of pain going through her body, Vanessa stumbled back. She could feel more pee from her bladder escape during her moment of vulnerability. She didn’t dare to look down, but the wet patch on her shorts expanded.
Liam attacked Urban Ninja B with his golf club!
Noticing Vanessa getting punched in the gut, Liam ran up to the black-masked man and swung his golf club at the man. The goon recoiled in pain, taking a few steps back to recover.
Urban Ninja A attacked Liam with a baseball bat!
Meanwhile, the other goon swung his baseball bat at Liam. Liam noticed and managed to dodge at the last second.
Vanessa performed Pyrokinesis!
Vanessa knew that she would have to use her trump card. She focused as hard as she could, repeating the words “fire, flames, embers” and other fire-related words. She pointed towards the man in the white mask, and all of a sudden, a small fire was produced on his chest.
Panicking, the man tried to extinguish it with his hands, which failed. He ran away, out of the alleyways.
Urban Ninja B backed off!
With his partner taken care of, the black-masked man was a bit nervous. He couldn’t take down two psychics by himself, especially if one of them could do that.
Urban Ninja C entered the fight!
Suddenly, a third ninja entered the fight. A woman dropped down from the rooftops. She had a grey mask and wielded a baseball bat of her own. Looking at how one of her cohorts had already run away, she seemed heavily annoyed.
As Vanessa inspected her more closely, she noticed signs. The lady’s legs were crossed. Her right hand held her weapon, and her left hand was placed over his crotch. Not to mention, she was slightly shaking. This woman was in the same predicament as Vanessa-desperate for a bathroom.
Urban Ninja C attacked Liam with a kick!
The grey-masked ninja was much more agile than the others. She ran into Liam, kicking him in the leg in an attempt to knock him over. Liam managed to hold his ground, managing with the pain.
Liam attacked Urban Ninja C with his golf club!
Liam retaliated by attacking with his golf club, swinging it at the ninja. The lady jumped back, managing to dodge it. She looked back for backup… only to see that her other partner also threw in the towel and retreated. She grumbled to herself.
Vanessa performed Waterspout!
Vanessa prepared by holding her hands near her crotch. This time, it wasn’t to hold it in, but to cast a psychic move. She thought about waterfalls and river streams. It wasn’t the best thing to think about given her current bladder issues. She could feel a bit more pee sink into the nylon of her shorts.
Ready, she raised her hands at the ninja. While there was seemingly no effect, Vanessa waited for a few seconds.
The remaining ninja suddenly curled over. If it wasn’t clear she was desperate, it was now. Biting her lip, she spoke.
“You know, we underestimated you.” she spoke in a calm voice despite her seething rage. “We also overestimated some of us.” she looked at the paths her fellow ninjas had taken to escape. “We’ll come back. Stronger. Ready to beat you.”
Tired of this speech, Liam decided to get some payback.
Liam attacked Urban Ninja C with his foot!
Liam swept the woman’s legs over with his own, succeeding due to catching her off guard. She fell to the ground on her back, and at that moment, she was unable to hold it anymore.
Her bladder gave way and her pussy opened up. Pee started to gush out, entering the outside world. Vanessa and Liam could both hear pissing noises. Pee spreaded through her thighs, splashing onto the floor and forming a little puddle. The urine absorbed into her panties, and then into the cotton of her black yoga shorts. The woman involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.
She sprung up to the floor, blushing red with a frown on her face. Her shorts were soaked with pee. A few drops of urine were glistening on her legs. The smell of pee lingered in the air. Vanessa could still hear a small “pshh…” The woman must have a huge bladder.
“This isn’t over.” the lady said, clenching her fists. She ran off.
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With the attackers disposed of, Liam looked over to Vanessa. He could see that she was still very desperate. He wanted to help her, but was a bit embarrassed. While she was distracted - probably thinking about what the fuck just happened - Liam performed a psychic move of his own to help her out.
Liam performed Bladder Slow!
To perform the psychic move, Liam held his hands near his crotch, thinking about preservation and containment. He then sent the energy towards Vanessa. Vanessa wouldn’t feel the effects right away, but it would make it take longer for her bladder to increase. As Liam finished casting the technique, he noticed that he also needed to use the bathroom, only he needed to go #2.
Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing.Who were those men and women in black? Why were they kidnapping him and Vanessa? Were they being kidnapped for their psychic powers? And where were they? With these questions, there was one more.
What now?
Edited August 4, 2021 by LeakLife
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For the three people who care, I apologize for taking so long. Here is part two.
Chapter 2
Spoiler
Chapter 2
Liam and Vanessa got up and started to exit the alley hallways. Liam looked up, seeing the sky. It was morning. His foot hurt a bit, but he was fine for the most part. So was Vanessa.
The duo stepped into the morning light, now in a semi-urban area. Roads and buildings made up the structure of the city.
Looking around, Liam wasn’t sure where to go. He didn’t remember ever coming here. As he looked at the different buildings, he noticed a phone booth on the sidewalk.
“Score!” he said. He turned to Vanessa. “I may be able to call my dad. If we can figure out where we are and tell him, we’ll be able to get out of here.”
Liam and Vanessa walked towards the phone booth. There weren’t many people around, since it was still morning. As Liam walked around, the urge kicked in, and he let out a fart. Luckily, it was silent, and Vanessa didn’t seem to hear it. He made the mental decision that he would need to use the bathroom soon. He reached the booth and went inside to call.
“Fuck. Forgot these things cost money.” Liam realized. He exited the booth and explained the current situation to Vanessa. “Ok, we can handle this. We just need to get 25 cents. Somehow.”
As Liam tried to think of a way to make money, Vanessa tapped on his shoulder. Turning around to see her, Liam saw Vanessa point to a garbage dump sitting right next to a local burger joint. Quite ironic.
“What, you think we’ll find money in there?” Liam asked curiously. It didn’t seem like a very reliable strategy, but the only other ideas he could think of were either illegal and/or immoral.
Vanessa nodded.
“I guess it’s worth a try.” Liam said while shrugging. He and Vanessa went towards the garbage dump. There seemed to be no security of any kind. While the junkyard was protected with a chain link fence, there was a gaping hole that was presumably used as a way to get in. The duo entered the dump.
The garbage dump had a lot of, well, garbage. Broken appliances, crushed cars and other junk created hills of garbage.
Liam and Vanessa decided to split up in order to cover more ground. Vanessa went ahead, while Liam stuck around the entrance. As he started to look around, he remembered his bathroom needs. As he looked around, he released a small fart. It was barely noticeable; the smell was nonexistent, and Liam was able to smother most of the sound with his buttchecks. Even though no one was around, Liam prided himself in his ability to hide his bathroom needs. Although, it wasn’t exactly the most prideful ability.
As Liam looked around, he saw something that caught his attention. A note. It had a lot of dust, along with bright red marker on it. Picking it up, he decided to read it.
Hello. I’m writing this in notes that someone finds it and manages to help me. I’ve being targeted by PsyCorp productions. If you’re reading this, you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s an underground group of scientists. I’m not sure what exactly they do, but I know for sure that their plans involve kidnapping psychics. I know from experience. They want me.
Additionally, they seemed to want that crystal of mine as well. Not sure why, but I made sure to hide it in Flamient Manor. The folks there should be willing to protect it for me. If you want to look for it there, go ahead. Besides, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to escape for much longer. Last time, they used a strange device that was able to prevent me from using psychic abilities. I’m putting this here so tha
The letter cut off from there. Liam was shocked. A surge of questions raced through his mind, begging to be answered. Who wrote this? What was that crystal of theirs? How are they doing right now? What is PsyCorp?
Was it possible that this person was a psychic being chased by an underground company of scientists? And what was so important about that crystal he was talking about? Liam thought for a good few seconds. As he was deep in thought, he was interrupted by Vanessa, who tapped him on the shoulder. She held both a 10 and 5 dollar bill in her hand.
“Score!” Liam exclaimed, looking at Vanessa. “Alright, the two of us should probably get out before someone sees us.”
The two young adults exited the junkyard. Due to the lack of people so early in the morning, there wasn’t anyone to question why two recently ex-high school students were in a garbage dump.
Now at the phone booth again, Liam was trying to come up with a solution. The phone booth only accepted quarters and nothing else. Looking around, he got an idea. Next to the junkyard was a restaurant. If they went there, ordered something, and asked specifically to get at least one quarter back as change, sure they would look weird, but they’d get their quarter.
Liam explained his plan to Vanessa, who seemed on board. The two of them walked and entered the cheap-looking establishment.
Inside, Liam could smell over-salted fries, over-salted tears, and a bunch of other stuff you wouldn’t smell in a more fancy restaurant. He was surprised to see this much activity during the morning. As he looked around, he could see the room was in minor chaos. Kids were trying to throw their fries at one another. A few hamburgers were lying on the floor, and even in some seats. Most of the adults there looked miserable, but not as much as the janitor cleaning all of the mess up.
A seemingly tired girl sporting casual attire and a ponytail was manning the counter. There was one other person already in line. Liam decided to take a moment to look at the menu. Burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, sodas, the usual. The most generic a fast-food place could get. Liam thought for a bit, and then decided on his order.
Once the other man finished up his order, Liam walked up to the counter with Vanessa behind him. Liam relayed his order.
“Okay, um, I would like two cheeseburgers, alongside two medium sodas.” He requested the cashier, who documented his order. If they had to buy something, they might as well get breakfast.
“Yeah, that’ll be $12.71.” The cashier responded, holding out her hand. Vanessa took out the money and handed it over to the lady. She started counting the amount of change that would have to be given back. “Need to give you about 2 bucks back.”
“Hey, I know this sounds weird, but could you potentially make sure we get at least one quarter?” Liam requested nervously. He wasn’t sure if the cashier would care enough to indulge in his wishes. Thankfully, she made sure to hand back a bunch of quarters. Vanessa pocketed the money, as Liam was handed a receipt. The two walked over to a nearby table to wait.
“Well, things are starting to look up.” Liam said to Vanessa. “I mean, we aren’t kidnapped anymore. That’s pretty good.” Vanessa nodded, seeming to agree.
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Vanessa looked at Liam with gratitude. If it weren’t for him, she wasn’t sure where she would be right now. He was brave, physically strong, a leader, pretty much the opposite of her. As she thought about Liam, her mind was brought back to the situation with her bladder.
For some reason, it felt as if her bladder was starting to fill in much slower than before. She knew that her bladder wasn’t exactly known for its high capacity. Normally, she would’ve been at 8.5/10 on the pee-o-meter. Was it a psychic effect? From Liam, perhaps? She wasn’t sure, but if it was him, she would have to thank him.
As she tried to ignore her pee problems, she heard Liam's receipt be called by the cashier. Liam stood up and walked to the counter, and returned with a bag containing the meal.
Vanessa and Liam started to eat the food. As Vanessa chowed down on the burger, she had to admit it didn’t taste that bad. As she looked at Liam, she could see that he seemed to not enjoy it. After taking a few bites, he tried to keep a smile on his face, but ultimately frowned.
“Sorry for ruining the mood. It’s just… This stuff tastes really cheap.” Liam explained, hoping he didn’t sour Vanessa’s taste.
Vanessa forgave him. She switched to drinking her soda, which seemed to be lemon-flavored. While she was a bit hesitant due to the urine starting to build up inside of her, a few sips convinced her to continue until she drank the whole thing. Liam seemed to enjoy his soda as well.
After the meal, Liam and Vanessa exited the restaurant, having finished their impromptu breakfast. The psychic duo made their way to the phone booth. Vanessa gave one of the quarters to Liam, who took it and went inside the phone booth. She watched as Liam inserted the coin and dialed his father’s number. After a moment, she could hear Liam start to speak. However, she couldn’t hear his father from outside. She was about to walk in until something caught her eye.
Vanessa could make out three black-clothed individuals. With a squint, Vanessa could tell that the three of them were the people who attacked them a good half hour ago. Alarmed, Vanessa kept her eyes on them. They seemed to be walking into an alleyway. Vanessa decided to open the door to the phone booth. She had to warn Liam. What if they were kidnapping another group of high school graduates?
As she opened the door, Liam greeted her.
“Hey, Vanessa. So, my dad was near the area when I called him. He said he’d be willing to pick the two of us up and drop us off at my apartment.” He paused, looking outside. “Actually, that’s him right now.”
Exiting the phone booth, Vanessa could see that a car was sitting right next to them. The duo walked up to the car, and as if on cue the driver’s seat window rolled down, revealing a face. The man shown had brown curly hair like Liam. He had a burly brown beard and a pair of sunglasses. He spoke in a stern voice.
“Hey, son.” He said. Liam nodded in response.
“Hey dad.”
Liam’s dad paused for a second.
“So, how did you end up here? With that girl?” he asked. Vanessa could see that Liam was starting to sweat bullets. He probably wasn’t sure his father would believe what would happen.
“Well, er… Mind if I explain in the car?
A few minutes later, Vanessa and Liam were riding in the back of Liam’s dad’s car. While Liam’s dad was not a psychic, he was a firefighter who made sure to train Liam to act bravely.
Vanessa could feel that her bladder was starting to hurt. She was starting to regret ever drinking that soda.
“So,” Liam said. “I’m guessing you don’t believe any of what happened.”
Liam’s dad sat there for a moment, presumingly to think.
“Well,” the burly man replied. “There is one thing I know for sure.”
“Hmm?” Liam asked, curious.
“You were talking about some guy who put a crystal in Flamient Manor. Well, I’m not sure how long ago that was, but I know for sure that for the past few weeks, some weird shit has been happening at that mansion.”
“Define ‘weird shit’.” Liam responded.
“There have been five total fires in the last three weeks, each more dangerous than the last. The thing is, the mansions’ owned by some rich guy who barely ever goes there. He should just let the thing burn. It would save us some time, place’s doomed anyways.
As Vanessa listened to the conversation, she suddenly felt a wave of desperation. She had forgotten about her urine issue, and that medium lemon soda certainly didn’t help. She couldn’t pee herself now! She’d likely die from embarrassment.
Despite her mental battle against her urges, her urges slowly started to get the edge. She could feel pee start to flow out of her crotch. She could feel her panties start to get warm and damp. She knew that she couldn’t last long. She wasn’t sure how long Liam’s apartment was from here.
A good five minutes passed. More pee managed to crawl into Vanessa’s panties. She didn’t dare to check, but she could tell that a small wet spot was starting to form on the seat. She really didn’t want a big, muscly man yelling at her for peeing on his car seats.
Suddenly, the car stopped. Vanessa snapped out of her thoughts and realized that Liam was getting out of the car. She followed suit, trying not to look like she was having an accident. This had the side effect of accidently wetting herself a bit more. By now, it was starting to get into her shorts.
“Well, good luck with your endeavors, son.” Liam’s dad said. Before Liam could respond, Liam’s dad began to drive away.
“Well, let’s go.” Liam said. He looked at Vanessa only to see her be physically unable to move. “You good?” he asked her.
Vanessa couldn’t hold it any longer. She could feel her body losing control. Her bladder had won this battle. Pee started to gush out of Vanessa’s nether regions. Her panties quickly became wet and soggy. Her shorts were also not immune to the flood of urine. The yellow liquid splattered onto the ground, creating an AoE attack that landed onto the concrete road.
Vanessa could only watch in horror as she continued wetting herself. She could sense the smell of urine; not a pleasant smell. By now, her panties and shorts were both soaked. Vanessa was petrified. Despite her tiny bladder, the last time she had wet herself was 4 years. Tears started to form in her eyes.
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Liam was surprised. He had forgotten about Vanessa needing to pee, and now she had had an accident. Right now, there wasn’t anyone outside, but that would likely change soon.
“Hey, um, I’m sorry about that. I really am. But if we stay here, people are bound to see.” Liam said, attempting to comfort the girl. It was a bit hard to do so with Liam was dealing with desperation of his own.
Vanessa seemed to get the message, and followed Liam into the building. Liam held Vanessa’s hand as they entered the apartments, and stopped when Liam reached his. He got out his key and tried to open the door as quickly as possible. Not only did he not want Vanessa to be humiliated, but he really needed to use the bathroom.
Liam managed to open the door, and get Vanessa in before closing the door. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Ok, you’ll be able to shower in the bathroom.” Liam instructed Vanessa. “I just need a quick moment.” He rushed towards the bathroom, opening and closing the door. He finally had the chance to use the bathroom. |
Alright, Chapter 3's finished. I haven't finished Chapter 4 yet, though. I overestimated my writing speed a bit. That being said, this chapter is less omorashi-focused. However, there will be more juicy stuff in Chapter 4.
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The girl traveled through the quiet neighborhood, accompanied by nothing but the chirps and songs of the wildlife around her. Her hood and mask covered her facial features, hiding her identity from the world. Her dark skinned, slender body was protected from the windy breeze by her coat. Tall trees covered the night-time sky, concealing it’s secrets. At this time of day, it wasn’t likely anyone was outside. And, luckily for the girl, that was true.
The young adult stopped at the front of the biggest building of the neighborhood. Her target. After an easy climb over a fancy-looking fence, she could see a side door that led into the house. She crouched down, taking off her backpack and shuffling her hand through it. After a few seconds, her hand reappeared, claiming a crowbar as it’s prize. The girl smirked. She took one more look around… no one outside. At least, no one that could see her.
She walked up to the door and started to-
“Er, hey there!” a voice shouted out from the shadows.
Startled, the woman turned around to find the man who caught her. She saw two individuals. One was a guy, the other a girl. They seemed to be around her age, if not a bit younger. Unsure of what to do, she raised her crowbar as a weapon.
“Woah there!” the guy said, raising out his hands. “We don’t mean harm.” The girl standing beside him didn’t talk. She seemed tense, as if she was expecting something to go down.
“What are you doing here?” the woman questioned the duo. She knew she wasn’t one to talk, but she had to get these two off of her tail or her little operation would fail. If she was lucky, she could make a little progress by the time the cops came.
“Well, I’d normally not admit this, but…” the guy explained. “We’re here for the same reason as you. Breaking in.”
“W-Why?” She questioned. She hadn’t expected the two to be criminals. They certainly didn’t look the part.
“Well, it’s hard to explain… we’re looking for this crystal-like object. We found a note saying it was in Flamient Manor.” the guy held up a note. The hooded girl read the note for a bit. While she wasn’t completely trusting with these two, it seemed that they had no intention of screwing her over.
“Well, in that case,” the girl decided, “It seems we should team up due to our common goals. What’s your name?”
“Shit, I… thought that was gonna fail tremendously. But yeah, my name’s Liam. And she’s Vanessa.” he said, pointing to his cohort. “What about you?”
“Jasmine.” the girl responded. She pulled out a hand, and Liam shaked it.
Vanessa watched as Jasmine was able to bust down the wooden door with her crowbar. She was surprised by this woman’s strength. As she gazed in awe, Liam nudged at her shoulder.
“Just to be safe, we can’t completely trust her yet. We’ll find out where the crystal is, and leave.” he whispered into her ears. Vanessa responded with a head nod.
“What’s the hold up?” Jasmine asked, clearly annoyed with how slow her companions were. Liam and Vanessa ran up and entered the manor as well.
The room had a strong feeling of decay and old age. There was occasional mold, alongside paint peeling off walls. Pictures of abstract shapes and old people were scattered across the walls of the room. A couch laid in the middle of the room. It was heavily damaged, as if it was the location of some dog-fighting tournament. In front of it was a table seating a small, old tv.
“I knew this place was old, but I didn’t think it was old-old.” Liam commented, surprised with how everything looked.
As Vanessa looked around and saw the atmosphere of the manor, her thoughts on the place were interrupted by a twinge in her bladder. A familiar feeling.
Vanessa started to panic. She was starting to need to pee, and having two accidents within the same day would be something she’d never forgive herself for. Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad at the moment. She just had to hope it wouldn’t take too long to find the crystal and leave. Or better yet, find a bathroom.
“Yeah.” Jasmine replied. She started walking towards an open door. “I know my way around here.” Opening it, she gestured to Liam and Vanessa to follow.
“You know this place?” Liam asked. “If you’ve broken in here before, why’d you do it again? You have a vendetta against this place?”
“No. I came here because of someone. Someone special.” Jasmine said coldly. She was about to add more when a red, rubber ball was thrown through the door, smacking her straight in the face. The force of the attack knocked her back. Meanwhile, the ball dropped to the ground.
Wondering what caused the attack, Vanessa moved towards the ball only to see it rise from the floor at a quick pace. It then seemingly flung itself at Vanessa, who barely managed to dodge the ball.
Vanessa was terrified. Her feeble mind was flooded with questions, trying to understand what was happening. How was this ball able to float and move? Was it sentient? Sapient? Was it using psychic abilities to move? But only humans can be psychic! Unless…
She was cut from her thoughts as Liam pushed her to the side, evading another off the ball’s aerial assaults. Remembering that this was a fight, she came back to her senses. She was about to thank Liam when Jasmine rushed towards the floating ball. Her steps were well coordinated and graceful, as if she had done this countless times. Raising her crowbar, she let out a war cry before smacking the mass of rubber with her weapon. The ball was flung into a wall, bouncing onto the floor. The trio watched the ball with intensity, and were relieved to see that it didn’t get back up.
Vanessa’s relief was quickly replaced with horror as she noticed a wet feeling in her panties. While the other two were paying attention to their assaulter, Vanessa took the moment to check within her shorts. She could see a wet patch of urine soaking her purple undergarments.Vanessa blushed. She was extremely worried about the thought of having two accidents in one day. Not to mention she had gone four years without one until today.
After a bit of silence between the group, Liam decided to speak up.
“So, uh, Jasmine? I don’t mean to be rude, but.. what the fuck?”
“Yeah,” Jasmine replied. “I was expecting a response like that.” She turned to the rest of her group. “Honestly, I don’t know how or why those things are able to do that stuff. They’ve been a nuisance for quite a while. Surprised it gave up in one hit, though.”
“So you’ve never told anyone about this?” Liam asked.
“Nah.” Jasmine replied. “Trust me. It’ll get weirder. Try not to freak out.” She walked through a door. “Follow my lead.”
The trio started to walk through several rooms. A kitchen, a dining room, and more. Liam was still trying to comprehend how that ball could be psychic. Was it even psychic energy? He decided to ask Jasmine a few more questions.
“How did you first react to this place? Did all of the paranormal stuff freak you out?”
“A bit. I got used to it, though. It didn’t stop me from going in here.”
“... why do you keep breaking in here?” Liam asked. He wasn’t sure if it was a personal reason, or if Jasmine just liked breaking in houses multiple times for sport or something.
After a bit of silence, Jasmine responded.
“Because of a specific person. My dad, to be exact.” After a pause, Jasmine decided to continue. “My dad brought this place 20 years ago. Close to where I was born. The place was always strange. My dad always said there were ghosts, but I didn’t believe him. One day, he suddenly decided to move out of the place. Not sure why. Ever since then, my dad had changed. He was rude, annoyed by whatever I did, and generally disliked me.”
“A while back, I was arrested after helping out some guys in robbing a store, got some jail time. My dad disowned me after that. For the last month or so, I’ve been homeless. So that’s why I’ve been searching this place. To see what made him change.”
Realizing her rant, she apologized.
“I’m-I’m sorry about that. Didn’t mean to give you my life story.”
“It’s alright.” Liam replied. “I can see what you’re talking about. I have a simil-”
“Hold that thought,” Jasmine said. She pointed to a trio of rubber balls in their way. Similar to the one earlier, these three were also able to float.
“Crap.” Liam muttered, raising his golf club. “Well, if they’re using psychic powers, we’ll have to use ours!” He ran up to one of the balls, slamming his golf club into it. The ball was launched into the wall, but got back up.
The other two started to gang up on Vanessa, who began preparing some pyrokinesis. One of them flung itself towards Vanessa, but was intercepted by a whack from Jasmine’s crowbar. Now fully concentrated, Vanessa created a small burst of flame on the ball. The ball dropped to the ground after a few seconds, not getting back up.
The last remaining ball was still fighting Liam. It kept its distance from him, seemingly waiting for the right time to strike. As Liam was trying to swing at it, it suddenly hit him. He took a step back, before suddenly realizing what to do. He hung his head low, and with his thoughts alone, he started to create something. A big square as tall as him made out of nothing but psychic energy appeared in front of him. He pushed his hands outwards, as if he was a mime. The psychic square flew towards the ball, and into the wall. The rubbery enemy was squished by the impact.
“Wow. That was something.” Jasmine commented, complimenting Liam’s ability. “I didn’t know you were both psychic.”
“Yeah.” Liam humbly replied. “I guess that was pretty cool.”
“Ok, back to our little expedition. I’m not sure if she’ll…”
Jasmine stopped when she noticed a set of stairs leading to the second floor. “Hmm. Those weren’t there before.” She commented.
“Wait, you’ve never seen these before? Liam asked. A nod from Jasmine confirmed his thoughts. “Have you, like, never been to the second floor?”
“No. I was always wondering why I couldn’t find one. I guess this’ll be a new experience for all of us.” She started to walk up the stairs. Vanessa followed her, and turned around to see Liam standing still. She motioned to him.
“Oh, yeah, I’m coming. Just need a moment to process this. I mean, we were just fighting a bunch of sapient, floating rubber balls. I never expected to do something like this in my life.”
Before he could say anything else, Liam could hear Jasmine yell. Worried, he ran up the stairs alongside Vanessa. He met Jasmine’s attacker-A floating candlestick. A small flame laid on the tip of the candle. Evidently, Jasmine had been burnt by the sapient being.
Vanessa thought about attacking via her pyrokinesis, but she wasn’t sure how effective it would be, given the enemy’s fire affinity. For all she knew, a fire attack could strengthen it. Looking at what she could do to help, she noticed a baseball bat lying on the ground. It wasn’t the best weapon, but she ran and grabbed it regardless. By now, Liam had managed to heal Jasmine’s burn with his psychic abilities. The candle was about to fly at them when Vanessa swatted the animated object to the ground. She smacked it again for good measure. The candle stopped moving, and the flames mysteriously went out.
As she sighed in relief, Vanessa realized that she had, once again, leaked in her panties. The other two didn’t seem to notice, so Vanessa tried as hard as possible not to draw attention.
“Thanks, you two.” Jasmine said. She had her hand on her arm, where she had been burned, and her jacket had been slightly damaged, but she was fine.
“Yeah, no problem.” Liam replied. “I’m starting to get used to these things, but… what caused them to move like that? Were they the ghosts your dad thought he saw?
“No idea.” Jasmine said. “But we can’t really learn more about it. Might as well accept it.”
“I guess you’re right.” Liam said. The trio continued to go through the manor. |
The Golden Tower 0
(Restart from zero)
It contains: Wetting, Light desperation.
The goal of anyone who enters the golden tower is to get to the top, because legend has it that whoever is on top of it can command the tower and everything and every one, this story tells the deeds of the first person to arrive at the top but that at the same time has lost everything for having gone against the one who commanded on the tower for an infinite time, God himself.
{Year 9988 of the golden calendar, in a well in the capital (right foot of the giant)
"How long has it been?"
"How nice to be able to breathe!"
"Where I am?"
"It looks like the bottom of a well ... it's dark, it will be about fifteen meters deep, at least it's a drained well ..."
There were many questions that yes
she asked the most important was: "Am I alive?
ID # 000000108:
Name: Hecate Blake
Race: Human
Age: ???
Level: Not leveled
Coin: 0
Ranking: Not in competition
Skills: [EX: From Heaven to Hell]
Title: [Graced by the goddess]
Stats and Effects:
[Do not assign]
Equipment:
[Bronze dagger (F-)]
[Storage ring (F+)]
[Breast band (black cotton tissue)]
[Medium Length Dress (Purple)]
[Black embroidered cotton knickers]
[Canvas ankle boots (black)]
Apparently, the answer to the latter had been easy to obtain, it was enough for her to concentrate, open her profile and see her only title, the confirmation she had when she saw that she had the same profile as when she decided to climb the golden tower certainly wasn't a heavenly dream or a hellish nightmare.
"So the goddess kept her word ..." thought Hecate remembering the words of that day: "When someone I will consider as a threat as you have been by respecting
then you will wake up, unfortunately, if this never happens or if your conscience crumbles before you will not have a second chance! ... this would leave a bad taste in my mouth "
"Has anyone appeared capable of threatening the goddess? Ahhh that being able to live again! This time it will be different than! ... although ... how do I get out of a well? Can I use magic with no stats attached?"
Hecate had understood that the tower did not give her power but simply made what was inside her easier to "understand", so even if in the past she had not even tried to use magic before entering the tower, now it was convinced of succeeding.
"[Updraft]" after saying the name of the spell, the aloud she felt almost faint but at the same time her dress was completely blown by the wind, showing off her black panties and lifting Hecate before a few centimeters. to cease completely.
"Oh shit, having about 5 mana ... will never be enough to get me out of here ... climbing is impossible, should I scream out loud hoping someone hears me?
"Congratulations"
"You have achieved a difficult attainable goal: you are entitled to a reward!"
"Oh, is it to be using magic outside the tower?" (Hecate)
"A guardian is coming!"
Hecate thought of the guardians, beings full of dignity, external to some rules of the tower, the closest to the goddess, who enforcing her rules and who maintain order.
~ swoosh ~
With a golden glow, a blonde girl dressed in a white tunic with fitted trims appeared floating on Hecate's head.
"Hi, I'm Lucy but you can call me L, and I'm the supervisor of floor 0" (Lucy)
"This ... a supervisor guardian ... will be 16 years old ... at least apparently, but then where has the dignity gone? Her white panties are on display! "
"Hem ... sorry but I can read your mind, I would like to let you know before you have any other strange thoughts, and anyway you are about 16 too, right?"
"Oh shit! I have to remember my current condition!" Hecate thought.
The old Hecate had numerous abilities and she knew how to use many spells to prevent mind control but to counteract her mind-reading it was enough for her not to dwell on one thing for long except in exceptional cases.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really mortified ..." (Hecate)
"Yes, it doesn't matter, now let's move on to the important things, you know I have a lot to do like a guardian ... "(Lucy)
~ tremble ~
Hecate had a suspicion but she couldn't think about it too much.
"Are you right, then? Do I deserve a reward? May I ask for what?" (Hecate)
"Say that you don't know just makes you look more suspicious, you know? It's obvious someone gave you some information!" (Lucy)
~ tremble ~
Hecate’s suspicion had been confirmed to her but she had to hide her thoughts of hers.
"Hehe, how naive I am to try to
fool a guardian, yes I got a tip, does that make it invalid? "(Hecate)
"Oh no, on the contrary, being able to do such a thing without entering the tower is truly commendable, certainly more than those who have succeeded by pure chance ..."
(Lucy)
~ fidget ~
"Well let's hurry up, then you can choose your reward from the catalog in front of you" (Lucy)
"Please hurry!" thought Lucy.
《Congratulations, you used a spell outside the tower with no supporting tools: choose your reward!》
1st Apricopter shell armor (B-)
2nd Sapphire abyss sphere (C +)
3rd Kit start + (D-)
4th Instant-digital camera (F-)
5th Random Roulette Coupon (?)
"..." (Hecate)
"..." (Lucy)
~ squirm ~
At least 2 minutes passed but Hecate was reflecting looking into space as Lucy, who was still floating exposing her panties, had perfectly confirmed Hecate's suspicions, that she did everything possible to make reading her thoughts impossible.
"Why can't I feel her flow of thought anymore? What's stupid?" Lucy thought naively.
"So? Did you choose? (Lucy)
"... No, actually I'm really undecided ... I couldn't take more than one object?"
"All that you want!" She would have shouted Lucy, but she couldn't.
"No, I'm sorry, if it were up to me I'd make an exception ... but unfortunately I can't, you know the rewards are controlled, you can take a maximum of 1, I'm sorry ..." (Lucy)
"Oh ... it’s unfortunate, I guess it will take me a while to choose" (Hecate)
"Eh? Wait, let's try to meet us, you know if you want I can make an exception, tell me the items you want, I'll take the cheapest one for you from the shop, I'll offer it out of my own, okay?" (Lucy)
"Oh really, I don't know how to thank you!" (Hecate)
"So what do you want the orb and armor !?" (Lucy)
~ dribble ~
"!!!" (Lucy)
"Oh, no, I thought of two other objects, however first of all could you get me out of here? You know even with fantastic objects getting stuck in the well is a bit ... annoying" (Hecate)
~ snap ~
With a snap of their fingers, they were both on the surface, right in front of the city gate.
~ dribble ~
"So what are these objects?" (Lucy)
"I feel guilty though ... it's unfair to receive special treatment, you know I'm fine with the possibility of using that thing you call a shop, so when I have money I can personally buy what I want" (Hecate)
"... Are you kidding me by chance?" Lucy thought,
"Who knows what I can do with this shop" was Hecate's thought, which coupled with the ridiculous request at least gave Lucy the assurance that Hecate didn't know anything about the shop.
Using the shop was possible only under certain conditions, for a person not even entering the tower was an unthinkable thing and only after passing rank A, you could use the shop independently, however, Lucy was running out of time, now in the surface, the people were starting to notice her and she had to stay with Hecate until she chose her own reward, she hoped this would happen quickly because otherwise ...
"Okay but you can make a maximum of 3 full exchanges ... then take"
~ swoosh ~
Lucy gave three floating marbles to Hecate which she smiled trying not to laugh.
~ dribble ~
~ dribble ~
Lucy was on the edge, she put a hand on her thigh trying to look natural, she was also involuntarily climbed a bit of altitude.
"THEN, did you choose?" (Lucy)
"Yes, I would like the camera!"
~ swoosh ~
The digital machine appeared in Hecate's hands.
~ dribble ~
Unfortunately, Lucy had reached her limit, she had fulfilled her duty and now her mind (and her bladder) was free from the chains.
~ click ~
~ psssssssss ~
"Oh no ... ahhhhhh" (Lucy)
~ ssssssshhh ~
"Huh?" (Lucy)
Hecate was 10 feet lower than Lucy pointing the camera exactly under her skirt while two streams of urine descended to the ground splashing lightly the lower part of Hecate's robes, Lucy was impassive (Except for her bladder that kept drowning the now yellowed knickers).
Spoiler
Otherwise, as soon as they exchanged glances, Hecate turned and ran to the best of her ability as she launched herself into the city from the gate.
Normally Lucy, a supervisor Guardian with near-transcendental abilities and lightning-fast speed could disintegrate or at least block Hecate, but it was too surreal as what had just happened to her and therefore had stood still for about 5 seconds before running at her with a murderous intent that instantly knocked out the guards at the gate but a few centimeters from Hecate was stopped by an invisible barrier (Hecate fell to the ground anyway due to the wind generated by Lucy) exposing to the people inside the town her black panties.
"Huff ... huff, I'm sorry my dear Lucy, but in the city, you can't harm me, the tower protects me" (Hecate)
Both the guardians and the people could not hurt anyone in the cities, however the guardians except in case of enforcing the order could not even interfere so Lucy couldn’t take the camera to Hecate without violating the rules of the tower
"This bastard! How dare you make such a joke on me and think of escaping it! Go out after the citi's gate!" Lucy thought
"Oh rest assured that if you don't delete those photos I swear you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" (Lucy)
"Oh yeah? Well, anyway, shouldn't you hide such a visible incident? I know that the rules of the tower don't apply here but you know ... a guardian who gets his pants wet, surely you don't make the goddess look good, you can't even make us believe not to be a guardian, that tunic made it clear to all present and you did nothing but attract attention ... "
~ sniff ~
A tear ran down Lucy's right cheek, completely humiliated and mortified, she had now fallen to the ground so as not to attract her attention by keeping her hands on the front of her tunic in direct contact with the warm humidity. Despite her monstrous stats, she not only let herself be humiliated by a little girl but she felt her legs weak as if she were about to fall to the ground and cry screaming in embarrassment, but this time she managed to hold back.
~ snap ~
With a snap of her fingers, her tunic (at least visually) looked dry.
"I can't even take your camera ... theft is not allowed in this area ... what a treacherous plan!" Thought Lucy, but then she realized something else.
"Hey ... you know I don't want to give you ideas that you may not have thought of but you know ... I wouldn't want to use the shop ... for the real one?" (Lucy)
Hecate did not answer, at least non-verbally, "I screwed you my friend" is what Hecate thought and what Lucy felt when reading her mind.
"Please ... everything but not that ... I beg you ... they could fire me and let me go back into the tower ... I would lose everything ... delete the photos, I'll do what you want!" (Lucy)
"Oh a golden opportunity," thought Hecate (obviously on purpose)
"Lucy you know ... I have a particular fetish ... you know I'm a bit ashamed to make you such a request ..." (Hecate)
"Tell me, I beg you, I don't judge anyone, I'll do what you want! ... except things that are too heavy" (Lucy)
"I would like your panties ... the wet ones" (Hecate)
"Oh that's enough, let me see you delete the photos, all of them, and I'll give you the panties" (Lucy)
"I don't trust, we make a trade in the shop" (Hecate)
"How the fuck do you know these things !? Okay let's hurry up that ... it's getting cold down here ..." (Lucy)
"Exchange"
Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230
3x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +)
"Before you screw me again, show me how many pictures you took!" (Lucy)
"She discovered Me!" Hecate thought (Always deliberately)
"Show me up, ah here is written 4 photos in memory, I can read my dear, I will not be fooled by you again!" (Lucy)
Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230
4x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +)
"Come on, accept this trade" (Lucy)
"Ok ..." (Hecate)
《Exchange completed successfully》
"Well now I'm going to change, you know now it's even colder down here! Repent forever of this crazy idea of yours, you could have taken 2 high-ranking items, you wasted the help of a guardian for such a dirty purpose, one day I'll make you pay for this! " (Lucy)
~ snap ~
~ swoosh ~
"Hahahahahaha ... Hehehe Haha" (Hecate)
Lucy disappeared after a snap of her fingers and Hecate fell to the ground laughing like crazy.
~ dribble ~
"Ooops, I have not to exaggerate ... Hahaha"
End (for now)
Hello everyone, I hope I have entertained you, I'm sorry there is not much "Omorashi" content, I hope to add more, as always I state that this is a story translated with google from Italian to English so there may be errors or incomplete sense, I apologize in case. |
The golden tower 01
(Arrival at the Last Night) part 1 of 2 , contains: desperation, wetting and diaper pee.
{Year 9988 of the golden calendar, out from The Golden Tower (right foot of the giant)}
"Is she a guardian?" (Human 1)
"Did you see whaat speed?" (Dogkin)
"Yes, that wind was really strong, it lifted my skirt!" (Foxkin)
"Who is that girl? Did you anger a guardian? Poor thing!" (Half-elf)
"Hey, is that the superintendent keeper?" (Human 2)
"Yes, it's Lucy!" (Sea lizard)
"Wait, that wet spot, she didn't piss herself, did she?" (Elf 1)
"It's impossible, you'll be wrong...well, now that you point it out to me ..." (Human 1)
"Hey is the stain gone?" (Elf 2)
"Would we have been wrong?" (Human 1)
"She is gone and was crying!" (Dogkin)
"Who is that? She made a superintendent guardian cry !?" (Foxkin)
"And she also made her wet alone" (Human 2)
"That's why she's laughing so hard!" (Human 3)
The inhabitants at the entrance of the capital (Right Foot of the Giant) did not believe their eyes, to the people outside the tower the rules of it were unknown and the guardians hardly showed themselves in public, so the situation was particularly exciting for the inhabitants, all they wanted to go and talk to Hecate to satisfy their curiosity but no one approached.
"I attracted a lot of attention eh eh, better to change the area with composure" (Hecate)
Hecate vaguely remembered the map of the city and even if almost all of the houses had changed the alleys at the entrance to the city were almost the same, so to avoid questions from people he threw himself walking quickly in the first alley to go towards the entrance of the tower, she also realized that she was initially followed but after having made about a kilometer the feeling of being observed had vanished.
The capital of floor 0 (right foot of the giant) was built precisely to guarantee a place for those who wanted to challenge the tower and Hecate who wanted to enter it as soon as possible had to make some preparations, the most important was to form a party of reliable people but had to also take "special" items that would have been much harder to find or much more expensive in the tower.
"Oh it was a long time since I saw it, it is beautiful as always," Hecate thought at the view from the entrance of the tower, externally it looked like a small circular temple, no more than ten meters high, but it emanated an aura of incredible sacredness.
It was located in the center of a huge square with a marble colonnade all around, under the colonnade there were various shops with magical objects, weapons, supplies, and medicines.
However, it was not here that Hecate wanted to buy things, she already had her equipment, she had come here only to see the entrance to the tower, now she wanted to find an inn where she hoped to find companions and information, and maybe take a trip to the bathroom. her bladder was beginning to give discreet warning signals.
"The Last Night, I didn't think it still existed...it seems bigger...much bigger!" (Hecate)
The Last Night was the inn that as the name suggests used by those who wanted to climb the tower the next morning, Hecate also spent his last night here.
But now, what used to be a simple house on the edge of the entrance square had become an imposing eight-story building.
"Wow, if it's so hectic outside I don't dare imagine how crowded it will be inside," thought Hecate observing the number of horses and wagons in front of the inn, she braced herself and went inside.
"Hey get up! Move away!" (Girl in armor)
~ thump ~
Just entered the entrance a girl in
heavy armor (no helmet) she screamed behind Hecate, she would dodge but with her current abilities it was useless to even try, she prepared to take the blow and fell to the ground.
"Does that seem the way to behave?"
"Yes yes, we'll talk about it later, now I'm in a hurry!"
(Girl in armor)
The girl appeared to be in her early 20s, had long black hair running down her shoulders, and looked like a long-eared elf, her armor was impressive, dark in color, and scary, obviously not Hecate who would let it go. but honestly, she was annoyed and so as soon as the girl in armor passed her she suddenly grabbed her left leg making her lose her balance.
~ crash~
Unlike Hecate's robe, the armor made more noise and attracted her attention more.
~ pssst ~
"Oh no! Are you crazy? To make a person fall like this by treachery !?" (Girl in armor)
"Listen who's talking, are you an hypocrite?" (Hecate)
"I have good motivation! (Girl in armor)
~ psst ~
The girl in armor stood up quickly and with the thick gloves, she pressed on her crotch with all the strength she had.
"Oh, interesting," Hecate thought after she got up too, as she saw her limp towards the reception.
"Where's the bathroom? This is an emergency!" (Girl in armor)
"Calm down Miss, first of all, are you our client?" (Receptionist)
The receptionist was at the end of her shift, she wanted to go to the bathroom too and the regulation was that the bathroom was exclusive to customers and employees, she had never seen this girl and from her appearance, she did not seem particularly rich or important so she had no reason to waste time with her in case she wasn't a customer.
~ dribble ~
"Mhmm I really intend to rent a room for tonight!" (Girl in armor)
"It's a real shame, unfortunately, my shift is over, I don't see my colleague anywhere but I'm sure she is about to arrive, in the meantime what about eating something in the back? We have a great mushroom soup today" (Receptionist)
"Yeah, you can stick the mushrooms up your ass, give me a room so I can use the bathroom!" (Girl in armor)
"..." (Receptionist)
~ pssst ~
"Look, she's starting to irritate me, do you want" The receptionist was about to send the elf in armor away from the inn but Hecate intervened: "Excuse my friend's behavior"
"You?" (Girl in armor)
"We took a long way to get into the tower, and now ... you know my friend is going to have a little accident in her armor, you know it would be a shame to get her dirty, so can she give us a room please?" (Hecate)
~ PSSST ~
A clear sound confirming Hecate's words could be heard, "...", the girl in armor couldn't say anything, she just pushed through the armor with all the strength she had left to avoid getting any further wet.
"I understand, I'm sorry for your friend, but"
(Receptionist)
"We'll pay double and leave you a good tip, plus isn't that better than cleaning the carpet?" (Hecate)
~ dribble ~
Another yellow drop oozed from the girl in armor as a small tear ran down her face before settling on her chin.
"Huff, alright, I'll make an exception, well, fill out this simple form, the cost is 250 coins per night so I'm fine with 500 coins" (Receptionist)
"Well, my friend pay as well and then you can enjoy your sweet relief," said Hecate winking at the girl in armor who without thinking put 5 silver coins on the counter.
~ dribble dribble ~
"Where is the toilet?" (Girl in armor)
"You must fill out the form first" (Receptionist)
"Okay, give it to me" (Girl in armor)
~ pssst ~
~ drip ~
~ pssst ~
After writing her name, the girl in armor completely lost the mental strength to understand the form so she just wrote here and there and put crosses.
"I'm done, so where is the bathroom?" (Girl in armor)
"Are you sure of what you wrote?"
(Receptionist)
~ dribble ~
"Yup!"
"Great, the bathroom is on the second floor and the stairs are over there on the left ..." before she could finish speaking the girl had already run away
"Well, where is my form?" (Hecate)
"Oh, I'll take it now, sure you're a cheeky little girl, pretend to know a person with the excuse of helping her to pay for the room ..." (Receptionist)
"I tried to help, the room is compensation for dropping me at the entrance, however, what did you know?" (Hecate)
"If you were a friend of hers and her travel companion, you would know her well and therefore you would have offered to fill in the form" (Receptionist)
"You have a point" (Hecate)
《Check-in declaration form》
First name:
:
Declarable information;
Services:
Do you need room service? □ (25 coin)
Do you need to be awakened? □ (50 coin)
Special services:
Chamber assistant □ (300 coin)
Slave for climbing the tower? □ (3000 coin)
Statements:
I undertake not to disturb other customers after 10 P.M. □ (Penalty 50-250 coins)
I declare not to wet the bed and to undertake not to damage the furniture □ (Penalty 100-1000 coins)
"So did you compile the form?" (Receptionist)
"Sure, so what room do you give us?" (Hecate)
"The P029, second floor, here's the key, tell your so-called friend too, you know I wouldn't be comfortable sleeping with a perfect stranger, but I'm me, now if you want to excuse me, I'm done my shift" (Receptionist)
"Don't worry, I'm coming with you, I have to go to the bathroom too" (Hecate)
"You're wrong ..." (Receptionist)
"If you wanted to hide it you didn't have to put your hand under your skirt, and dancing with your legs crossed made it more evident" (Hecate)
"I don't know what you're talking about ..." (Receptionist)
"Okay, let's go see if our friend in armor made it in the bathroom or not."
"..."
Hecate and the Receptionist went to the second floor of the inn, when the Receptionist got up from the chair Hecate could see a fair amount of humidity but it was probably just sweat.
~ squirm ~
~ squirm ~
There was a line of 2 girls for the bathroom, the first of her was a lady of about 40 years old dressed in a long dark dress that covered her shoes, a floral hat, and a shoulder bag, the elf was the second her, she was writhing and dancing on the spot (Making noise because of the armor drew all attention to herself), at her feet on the wooden floor were small droplets demonstrating how close she was to the end of her suffering.
Hecate and the Receptionist decided to line up behind her.
"Just follow me, go somewhere else!" She said the girl in armor hoping that fewer people would be close to her in case she had to hold back even more explicitly than she already was and especially in case she didn't make it in time.
"Why should I, I have to go to the bathroom too and I'm probably holding back longer than you!" "Receptionist)
~ dribble ~
~ dribble ~
It was clear that the Receptionist was also on the edge.
"And above all, how do you plan to enter the bathroom with that armor? You need help removing it, right?" (Hecate)
"I can do it alone and I don't want you to see me in wet pants ... I mean ... naked!" (Girl in armor)
"If you think you will not lose while you take off the leggings or the bodice, do as you wish, however, I offer to help you despite how you treated me before, my name is Hecate and I aspire to become a sorceress, it is better to get distracted in these situations, I can ask your name? "(Hecate)
"Yeah yeah, I also paid you for the room, I think she's already sorry, indeed you are in my debt...and my name is Isabel..." (Isabel)
"So is the play of the friends over? You seem already made for each other, I really think that you are perfect for climbing the tower together" (Receptionist)
~ drip ~
~ dribble ~
A few losses and minutes later
"How long have you been in line Isabel anyway?" (Hecate)
~ pssst ~
"Urgh .. Hecate you said to think of something else!" (Isabel)
"You're right, 5 minutes have passed and the door hasn't opened, what's going on in there?" (Receptionist)
"My daughter is inside, I usually take a lot of time in the bathroom, she's slow in timing" (Woman in her forties)
~ PSSSHH ~
A loud hiss could be heard, it was not of a flow hitting the armor but a muffled sound and it was not clear where it came from, obviously, this was not true for Hecate, with his experience he could perfectly tell where it came from, he just had to to make the culprit admit in some way, since the object she needed, which made just that muffled sound, was a particular type of underwear.
"Isabel?" (Hecate)
"It's not me!" She answered Isabel angrily even though she had lost quite a few droplets just hearing the hiss.
"If it wasn't you then ..." (Hecate)
"Ah don't look at me, I can resist a few more hours!" She answered the Receptionist to Hecate's and Isabel's accusing gaze.
"..." (woman in her forties)
~ psssssssssssssssssssshhh ~
This time there was a longer hiss, still very muffled but at a lower volume difficult to hear.
~ drip ~
"Urgh ... what the fuck, someone here is making jokes in bad taste!" (Isabel)
For Isabel who was a long-eared elf, it was easy to hear the hiss which did not help her with her situation, if her armor was of medium or low quality she would probably have already folded under the enormous pressure she was putting on with both hands.
The receptionist, fortunately, did not hear the sound but she was no better than the elf, her panties were now completely soaked and she had a speck on her skirt caused by her holding on with her hand without thinking about the consequences, she had learned her lesson but the wet sign now it was there, it was difficult to see but it would not dry quickly, in fact, it would probably expand.
"Who knows how big their blisters are" wondered Hecate seeing what surrounded her, she too must go wrong, she felt compassion for Isabel and the Receptionist ... a memory of her old self floated in her mind, which led her to think a stupid thing ... very stupid: "what if I let some jets come out? So without thinking too much ..." the more she thought about it the more tempted she was, her bladder began to throb more intensely and she felt her urethra about to open, he also needed an excuse to ask the woman in her forties a question ... so she took courage and started to let out a little trickle:
~ sssh ~
~ click ~
The sound of the door unlocking caused Hecate's flow to stop but not before the crotch of her panties became translucent.
The bathroom door opened and a turquoise-haired girl of about 12 stepped out with a sunny smile on her lips.
"Mom, are we going to eat?" (Little girl)
"One-moment dear, mom has to go to the bathroom, wait a moment out here, I'll be quick" (woman in her forties)
"Urgh, please hurry" (Isabel)
~ dribble ~
Hecate was amazed, she for an instant she thought she was wrong but she changed her mind immediately after looking at the woman's bag, she had to be able to speak but how? She came to an idea.
"Madam, couldn't you send my friend to the bathroom first? She knows she probably won't be able to wait another minute" (Hecate)
Hecate stressed Isabel's condition.
"And why? I'm here first and even if you don't see it I'm bursting" (Woman in her forties)
"Mom, make these girls go, I'll feel guilty if they rattle in their pants because of me!" (Little girl)
"But just go into the bathroom ... just hurry up," thought Isabel and the Receptionist.
"Why have we been waiting for her daughter for more than 10 minutes, doesn't she feel guilty?" Hecate replied, omitting the part of the woman who discreetly lightened herself up for all to see.
"My daughter is still small and as I said she is slow, now if you want to excuse me" replied the woman in her forties putting her right hand on the handle after taking off the bag that she was now holding in her left hand.
"..." (Little girl)
"Wait, we are young too, she is older, she will surely have a strong bladder, let us enter first, if not all three at least my friend who has been here longer" (Hecate)
"My sick old bladder is certainly weaker than yours!" (Woman in her forties)
"Oh, sick? In what sense?" Hecate asked pretending to be stupid and making the woman blush scarlet red.
"Mom, what are you saying? You've always had the biggest bladder of all! I've never seen you run to the bathroom!" Her daughter said making her mother blush even more.
~ psssst ~
"Enough now! Please! I'm getting wet!" (Isabel)
Hecate made his move, stood next to the woman right at the door, and whispered in her ear: "Let my friend go first or I'll show where those suspicious hisses came from, all in front of your daughter" I mention the bag.
~ psssshh ~
A hissing sound coming from under the woman's robe could be heard by Hecate who wondered, "Shall I surprise her too much?" The woman herself was very nervous, her diaper was completely full and the urine from this last involuntary release was not absorbed, she was worried that she might leak at any moment.
"... Okay, elven girl, you go first .." (lady in her forties)
~ PSSST ~
Isabel didn't have it repeated twice but as soon as she took a step she realized that it was too late, her every defense had been violated and she understood that without sacrifices it was impossible to arrive on time.
"Hecate ... help me, open the door and also support me in getting out of the armor ..." Isabel said softly and almost whispering.
Hecate opened the door showing the Receptionist and Isabel herself the longed-for sight, for both of them it was too much to bear, especially for Isabel who knew she was first.
~ drip ~
If for the receptionist it was just a small spill blocked with the palm of her hand ...
~ pssssssssst ~
For Isabel it was a long stream flowing directly into her armor leggings, her panties were now soaked and the pants she was probably wearing under her armor were about to do the same.
"Come on Isabel, you can do it, she goes inside!" Hecate said after entering as she held the door open for Isabel, she gathered all her remaining courage and strength and managed to enter.
~ click ~
"Okay, the door is closed" (Hecate)
~ psssssssss ~
"Quick, hurry, now I'll explain how to open the armor," Isabel said as another leak trickled down her legs this time up to her boots, a continuous leak that hasn't stopped completely, it just slowed down to a few droplets at a time.
~ click ~
~ jingle ~
"But how ..." (Isabel)
"Huff, it's heavy !, hurry up, sit on the water, you're peeing all over the place!" (Hecate)
Isabel was shocked, Hecate had pulled off her lower bodice and armor leggings in an instant and even though she didn't look muscled in the least she was holding the heavy armor without showing the slightest fatigue.
Isabel's pants were on display, they were white in contrast to the armor, they were wet down to her knees except for two yellow lines that reached down to her feet.
~ PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ~
While thinking about this Isabel felt the heat becoming more and more intense, she was peeing at full force, flooding the floor and producing a loud thundering sound that helped neither those who were outside the bathroom nor poor Hecate who at that sight felt herself warm. groin.
"Sit down!" Hecate yelled at Isabel in a trance.
"Huff ..." (Isabel)
The poor elf in armor did not know if her cheeks were warmer from embarrassment or the inside of her thighs that was undergoing a flood of hot golden liquid, she tried to stop the flow but it was over now, she decided to sit on the toilet with his pants still on and finishing emptying his bladder.
~ psssssssss ~
Hecate and Isabel continued to stare at each other in disbelief for another 30 seconds.
"Her capacity is about 2 times bigger than mine... and she's wearing pink panties, ”Hecate thought as she looked at the translucent crotch of Isabel's white pants.
"Hecate ... help me ... I don't want anyone else to see me like this ..." Isabel said pointing with both hands at the crotch of her ridiculously soaked white (now yellow) pants.
"Isabel ... it's impossible to hide this incident, look around, we can't do anything to dry all this urine, I suggest you put your armor back on and go to your room, there you can clean yourself well, I'll bring you a bowl of hot water ok? " (Hecate)
~ sniff ~
"... okay ... my armor ... won't get damaged will it? It's important to me you know?" (Isabel)
"Don't worry, even if you pee in it every day it wouldn't get rusty," Hecate said jokingly.
"Oh ..." (Isabel)
"Come to think of it ... you know elven armor well, huh?" Isabel thought
~ Knock knock ~
"Please, let me in, I don't have it anymore!" (Receptionist)
"Come on Isabel, wouldn't I have the landing attached as well as the bathroom? (Hecate)
"If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have had to face this humiliation ... but I don't want you to end up like this, I don't wish it to anyone!" (Isabel)
~ click ~
As soon as the door unlocked the Receptionist threw it open and rushed on the toilet at full speed as she lifted her skirt with both arms without worrying about being fully visible.
~ slump ~
Unfortunately, she slipped on her back on the puddle made by Isabel.
~ psssssst ~
"Nooo!" She screamed at the Receptionist before standing up and sitting on the toilet peeing through her panties.
"Ah" (Receptionist)
Apparently, she didn't arrive in time too, well… she would have made it if it weren't for Isabel's puddle, Hecate thought.
"I'm going to my room ..." (Isabel)
"Can you close the door first?" (Receptionist)
Without saying anything Isabel pulled the door open, finally giving the receptionist some privacy.
"Then I'll wait for you, thanks for everything" (Isabel)
"Okay, the room is P029, see you soon" (Hecate)
~ plink plunk ~
Hecate couldn't help but be abstracted from the droplets of pee falling from the armor directly onto the wooden floor, she also noticed that Isabel's bearing was completely different, much more "powerful" and "relaxed" she thought, probably because she didn't have to. holding back or because he didn't want to draw attention to himself.
"Well, I'm going too, it's the end of my shift so someone else will take care of cleaning," said the Receptionist walking while holding her skirt with her hand trying to look discreet and leading Hecate to think that either she was trying to hide a wet stain or she had taken off her soaked panties, but now that they were all gone except the lady who was about to enter the bathroom and her daughter could finally aim for her target.
"So we want to change this diaper?" She whispered Hecate directly into the ear of the woman in her forties who was about to enter the bathroom.
This chapter has been divided into two parts, I will release the second in the weekend, this time I have not changed the color of the text (because I noticed difficulties in reading with the dark theme) and I haven't drawn images.
Edited August 11, 2021 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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The golden tower 01
(Arrival at the Last Night) part 2 of 2 ,Contains: diapers and slight desperation.
"Yes, I'll go to the bathroom for a moment," the woman said, ignoring Hecate's provocation.
"I'm coming with you" said Hecate and with her lip he made her understand too: "I'll help you change."
"Eh? No! You Don't talk about it!" (Woman in her forties)
"Girl, do you know your mom has to change her diaper?" (Hecate)
"Mom has to talk to this young lady, here, take these and wait for me at the tavern to have lunch, please be careful" (Woman in her forties)
"A 1000-credit coin eh, you have to be rich, well to afford diapers," Hecate said in a mocking voice.
"You, you ugly bitch! It seems like the way to treat me in front of my daughter ..." (Woman in her forties)
"Sorry sorry, actually I have something to ask you" (Hecate)
"Oh? Do you want to blackmail me? What do you want? Credits?" (Woman in her forties)
"You know tomorrow I will enter the tower" (Hecate)
"I have no magic items if that's what you want ..." the woman said annoyed.
"No ... I would need something else ..." Hecate said, now it was her turn to blush for her embarrassment making her Guess the woman about her request.
"Hmm I think I understand, you need these right?" The woman said pointing to her bag.
"How?" Hecate thought but it made no sense for her to deny it.
"Yes, I would need ..." (Hecate)
"Hahaha, good my incontinent girl who allows herself to threaten me in front of my daughter," said the woman raising her voice to the word "incontinent" making the people on the landing turn to her and Hecate who changed shades of red, she also thought back to her panties that had been moistened voluntarily before Isabel's accident, they were still slightly wet and gave an unpleasant, sticky cold feeling that added to Hecate's embarrassment.
"I'm not incontinent," she thought she would answer but she didn't and regained her composure.
"So? Will you give them to me or do I have to raise my voice too? Maybe downstairs ..." (Hecate)
"... what's going on? Aren't you bothering to threaten a woman older than you?" (Woman in her forties)
"What's wrong with her? Maybe I shouldn't have accepted being put on the same level as her ..." thought Hecate.
"Listen, I understand how you feel, maybe we started on the wrong foot, my name is Hecate, what's your name?" Hecate said smiling and holding out his hand.
The woman was a little hesitant to give her name, this is because the possibility of her name being recognized was high, she had been quite famous as a young man as together with her husband they were a couple of markets with moderate success and had accumulated a little darling.
"My name is Audrey," the woman finally said without shaking Hecate's hand.
"Nice to meet you Audrey!" (Hecate)
~ hsssssssssshhh ~
Suddenly a hissing began.
"Urgh ... NO!" Audrey said before bending over and sticking both arms between her thighs, without thinking she felt the urge to urinate and she let go not thinking about her diaper.
~ split ~
"No! Is dripping!" The woman said before limping to the door to enter the bathroom.
~ click ~
Hecate had followed her inside, the woman's dress glittered to make it obvious that she was wearing protection, a protection that was no longer enough, the woman lifted her dress exposing her sagging diaper, only the upper part was left of white, it was completely soaked, a deep yellow.
"It's a normal diaper ... it doesn't look good quality and quite thin too," thought Hecate.
Without wasting time Hecate took out the camera, as soon as she was ready to shoot, the woman let herself go completely soaking the diaper that she began to lose everywhere and helping to increase the size of the puddle in the bathroom, all while Hecate was filming.
~ sssssssssssssshhh ~
~ spatter spatter ~
"Sniff sniff what a humiliation for someone my age ... I hope you are happy with the show ... you also made my shoes wet!" (Audrey)
Hecate stopped the recording and put the camera away, Audrey didn't know what she was and Hecate wasn't going to tell her for now.
"It wasn't my fault, it's basic to understand how wet the diaper got and not forget it before letting go absent-mindedly!" Hecate cautioned Audrey but she practically admitted that she needed diapers, which made them both smile, they were reaching an understanding and Hecate couldn't hope for better.
Indeed, seeing Audrey struggling to tinker with her dress trying not to get it wet, she decided to try to help her.
"Listen, if you want I can take off your diaper ... or hold your dress up ..." (Hecate)
"It's embarrassing ... you could be my daughter but for this very reason I thank you, okay, I accept your help" (Audrey)
Audrey was amazed that Hecate had not taken the opportunity to tease her and began to think that she before her was not deliberately humiliating her in front of all of her but she was just trying to help her friend get in. bathroom.
Seeing Audrey still holding up her skirt, Hecate knelt and took a closer look at the protection the woman was wearing.
"Then I'll proceed to take it off," Hecate said without even giving Audrey time to answer.
~ ripple ~
In a moment Audrey with her pubis uncovered a few centimeters from Hecate.
"..." (Audrey)
For two seconds she continued to hold up her skirt but realizing she no longer had underwear she pulled her dress down regardless of the moisture still present on her thighs.
"Heated breeze!" (Hecate)
~ flutter flutter ~
Audrey's dress did not touch her moist skin, a breeze supported him making him flutter while at the same time she dried her legs and crotch, obviously all for less than 5 seconds.
~ leak ~
Hecate's black panties that had dried completely re-moistened again until a drop fell on the floor because this time it was almost completely full, all this happened due to the exhaustion of mana, which also led her to stagger a little in place before recovering and then blush slightly.
"Did you use magic?" Audrey.
"Exactly, that's why I need diapers on the tower, I'm not incontinent, just when I use spells my bladder goes to empty" Hecate replied, obviously it wasn't but it was better to put it this way.
"So you're wearing one even now?" (Audrey)
"No because?" (Hecate)
"You said your bladder empties after a spell, you don't look wet at all" (Audrey)
I thought if she had noticed, thought Hecate.
"This is because my bladder is empty," said Hecate lying.
"Ah I understand then that's why thanks for drying me then." (Audrey)
Now Hecate wanted to go to the bathroom but he said he was okay so he decided not to think about it, he still had Audrey's diaper in his hand and began to observe it more carefully to evaluate it, she was not sure of the material but she was convinced of the reliability, it was heavy, surely it could absorb a lot and to the touch, it was soft and spongy on the inside and smooth on the outside.
~ rustle ~
"And anyway you are an expert to pulled it off with incredible speed and yet they are customized models that are not easily found on the market, you know, how did you know him?" Audrey said feeling uncomfortable to see Hecate touching her overflowing diaper watching it carefully without showing any sign of disgust at the smell or touch of her urine.
~ crinkle ~
"You say? I'm not that good" Hecate replied after placing the diaper on the floor, unable to nod to such a statement.
"It will be as you say, however, I decided to help you, also to thank you for not letting my dress get wet, tell me how many diapers do you need? Also we don't know, if you are the same size as me, do I have to give you the contact of the seller?" (Audrey)
"No, I don't need it, I'm sure this diaper fits me perfectly" replied Hecate pointing to it, "and in any case, I'm going to go up the tower tomorrow morning with the girl from before" she added.
"Would you like to go up the tower with some diapers? How do you know you can find more on the tower?" (Audrey)
"I just have to bring enough of them that I don't need to find others" (Hecate)
"It's impossible, are you going to take a wagon up the tower? Or is the quantity of one bag sufficient?" (Audrey)
"No, if I get caught with a load of diapers on the tower I wouldn't have an easy life, I'll put them in here," Hecate said showing her right ring finger where her grade F + [Storage ring] was.
A magical object huh, interesting, thought Audrey.
"So how many can you give me?" (Hecate)
"How many can you take with that?"
Audrey asked.
"I think I have no problems with about twenty, if I empty the ring even double I think it's fine" (Hecate)
"Oh well, then I'll bring you 40?" (Audrey)
"Maybe, thank you, do you also have different models by chance?" (Hecate)
"I have a few pull-ups but I don't use them often ..." (Audrey)
"They're fine, I don't need to see them, give me 20 of each type please" (Hecate)
"Okay, how do I get them to you then?" (Audrey)
"Put them in the bag and bring them to me, they are in room P029, tomorrow morning knock 5 times and I will know it's you, I would prefer not to do it in front of my roommate so I will go out into the corridor and put them in the ring immediately, come at sunrise, I wait for "(Hecate)
Hecate turned giving the woman the opportunity to put on a new diaper in intimacy and waited for her outside the door, hoping to use the bathroom as soon as she came out, but another woman was leaning against the wall next to the door with a bucket, a sign and a couple of rags.
So here is the "problem" with the "plumbing"? (Cleaning lady)
Hecate realized that she had probably been called by the receptionist to remedy the golden lake that had spread over the entire surface of the bathroom floor.
"Yes, it's here ..." (Hecate)
"Is anyone inside?" (Cleaning lady)
"Yes, there is a lady" (Hecate)
The cleaning lady replied, "I understand" and put the "out of order" sign on the floor.
"Could you let me use the bathroom before cleaning?" (Hecate)
"No, I've been waiting here for about ten minutes and you've just left, you have to wait until I finish my work" (Cleaning lady)
"..." (Hecate)
~ click ~
"Oh housekeeping ?! Please, there is some cleaning, expect a good tip at the reception" (Audrey)
"Thank you ma'am but I assure you it's all in the ordinary ... or maybe not, wow!" The cleaning lady added after looking inside, then entering and closing the door leaving Hecate without the possibility of asking if there was another bathroom.
Audrey waved to her Hecate with a wink, but she had an idea.
"Audrey, could you give me one now?" Hecate said without making it seem like she was in a hurry even though with a keen eye she could see how much she cared.
"How come?" (Audrey)
"Nothing, in particular, I just want to see how much space it occupies in the ring" (Hecate)
"Oh actually I finished the clean ones, I am left with the one you took from me earlier and one that I changed this morning, if you want we can go to my rooms or in the wagon and get them without having to wait until tomorrow morning" (Audrey)
"Isn't your daughter waiting for you?" (Hecate)
"Yes, but I think she can wait another 5 minutes" (Audrey)
"Maybe she ... can wait," thought Hecate before replying, "Okay, let's go to your room."
"Okay but there are no pull-ups there" (Audrey)
"I'll take them later than" (Hecate)
Audrey walked down the corridor with Hecate behind her, eventually, they came back in front of the stairs but instead of going down Audrey started to go up to the third floor of the inn, Hecate struggled a lot to climb the stairs without missing a drop.
Eventually, they arrived in front of a room with a more elegant and sturdier door than the others.
"Here we are, this is my room, the L110" (Audrey)
"What a luxury, it will cost a lot!" Hecate said, luckily thanks to her experience of her even though her bladder was bursting, she was able to stay calm, and now at the door, she was even more convinced that she had made it.
"It doesn't cost a lot, especially for me, I know the owner of Last Night" (Audrey)
~ click ~
"I understand," Hecate said immediately after Audrey unlocked the door revealing a posh apartment with at least 3 connecting rooms.
"It's also huge ..." Hecate said, she didn't remember rooms in this inn that had more than one room.
"Yes, it's a pity we don't have a bathroom for exclusive use or even a chamber pot" she replied Audrey entering and pulling out a trunk fitted with wheels from under one of the two queen-size beds "
"Don't you have your own bathroom on for your exclusive use?" Hecate said smiling.
"Well, you're right but my daughter isn't, I often have to take her out at night because she's afraid to go to the bathroom alone" (Audrey)
"Can't you ask for a chamber pot?" (Hecate)
"Unfortunately they are banned from this inn, it's like an unwritten rule" (Audrey)
Hecate knew the reason for this ban, it was a choice of the guardians outside to give a little taste of one of the peculiar aspects of the tower on the last night and also to have people arrive from outside with a full bladder, she was surprised that this tradition had not changed over time.
"And how do you see her wearing a diaper when your daughter is having a tantrum?" (Hecate)
"I don't want my daughter to use these infernal tools even once if she doesn't need them" replied Audrey as she rummaged through her bag and then pulled out a bunch of keys with which she opened the trunk revealing packs of moleskin and jute closed with a string of skin.
"Take as many as you want" (Audrey)
Hecate did not have it repeated 2 times, she brought the ring close to a package and put it in the ring, then tried a second package but the ring was already full.
"How many are there in a pack?" (Hecate)
"Hmm, there are exactly sixteen" (Audrey)
"Ah, can I open another one to get five more in bulk then?" (Hecate)
"Go ahead" (Audrey)
"Thank you," Hecate said before loosening the leather strap and taking another 5, now she had to run to the room to quickly put on one, she didn't need to try too hard even before entering the tower.
"Thanks, Audrey, you were very kind, sorry again for embarrassing you" (Hecate)
Hecate was about to go out the door but Audrey retorted "Oh, don't worry, I can say I met a good person, if I didn't go up the tower I think we could make friends easily, despite you are so young you are very mature Miss Hecate" He said smiling.
"Thanks, now I have to say hello, Isabel will be waiting for me, I'll see you downstairs, I'm starting to get hungry," said Hecate before going out the door.
The corridor was crowded, probably because it was lunchtime.
"Oh fuck ... how do I wear it?" thought Hecate after being invaded by a couple of glances from the people in the corridor, she regretted not having taken advantage of Audrey's rooms and she began to go down the stairs until arriving again in front of the bathroom.
Unfortunately, the "out of service" sign was still present and despite this, there were still two women in the queue.
"Hey, do you know where I can find a usable bathroom?" (Lass)
And they were about to become three.
"Oh, on the fourth floor there is one but there was no short line, so we are here waiting" (First woman inline)
Another girl who arrived in front of the bathroom on the second floor removed all doubts from Hecate, she had only her and Isabel's room left.
"but with what excuse?" She thought, she had no way of getting a basin of water now, she also needed a container and she would have provided the water with a spell, but she didn't want to go down to the reception in those conditions.
After careful consideration of the possibilities, she decided to go to the room.
P029 was on the same floor as the bathroom, so in less than a minute she was in front of the door, she considered her options: "if she came in now without a basin how would she be able to convince Isabel to leave her room so that she could do what she did. he had to do?" And "How would Isabel have taken it if she'd seen the diaper?" This was a problem because she would have generated the possibility of compromising herself as soon as she entered the tower.
~ pssst ~
A little hot trickle warmed her panties, she could have kept it inside her but she decided to let her body decide it.
Her panties now wet for the third time reminded her of very important detail, an object that she had not considered using because she needed it for something else, an object that gave her the possibility to solve everything.
Hecate looked around her and after putting her hands so that her hands were not visible she pulled out of the storage ring the (Yellowed) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones, an A + grade item. Just by holding them in her hand she could feel a copious amount of mana coming out of them, she didn't even need to wear Lucy's ex panties, she just needed to hold them in her hand, being such a high-grade item they didn't do things like boost stats, they just gave you the ability to use the power of the tower, the essence, an ordinary person would not know how to use such a treasure but it was easy for Hecate to increase his mana to the limit his current body could tolerate.
With her panties hidden in her left sleeve and with the certainty of wet a diaper within a few minutes, she took the key, put it in the lock, and tried to open the door but it did not open.
~ knock knock knock ~
"Hey Isabel I'm Hecate, open the door please" (Hecate)
Nobody answered.
"Isabel open, I brought a bowl of hot water," said Hecate, it wasn't the truth but she would have solved it with magic.
Again, nobody answered.
End part 2; I hope to use the Christmas holydays d to post something else...
Edited December 25, 2021 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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This story was suggested by LifeIsStrange.
A pair of Egg Pawns were patrolling the area,looking for potential intruders. There didn't seem to be any danger. That is until a bomb fell out of the sky and blew up,destroying them. The explosion cleared up and revealed Rouge the Bat. She was on a mission to gather information for Eggman's latest plan. First things first,she had to get inside the base without being spotted. She flew around and hid behind multiple objects until she got closer and closer to the base.
"So the Doctor decided to set up shop near Angel Island. I wonder if he's planning to use the Master Emerald again." Rouge said to herself. She flew closer and closer to the base while trying to stay out of sight of all the other enemies. She landed behind some boxes and peeked from behind it to look for a way to get in the base. But now that she was standing still,she was starting to feel some discomfort. Rouge sighed as she rubbed her abdomen.
"Maybe i should've used the bathroom while she was back at the base." She said to herself. They wanted her to gather information as fast as possible before Eggman could strike. So she headed out without taking a pee break first. Still,she wasn't about to let some pressure in her body stop her from completing the mission. So she ignored it for now and continued looking for a way to get inside the base. Upon getting closer to the building,She spread her wings and flew towards the ceiling. She landed on the ceiling and saw a vent that she could take. She smiled as she opened the vent and entered. She carefully crawled through the vents until the heard a sound. a red light appeared and got brighter until a drone floated into view. Rouge quickly crawled back and went through another path. But that path also had a drone. Rouge clicked her tongue and backed away again.
Eventually,Rouge safely made it through the vents and and exited them. Using her wings to slowly land,Rouge began looking around. By the looks of it,She was in some kind of storage unit. That's when she heard the door open. Thinking quickly,She hid behind one of the boxes and saw another pair off Egg Pawns enter the room. They seemed to be looking for one specific box,Rouge stayed still and waited for them to leave. As she waited, her attention returned to the pressure that was building up inside her bladder. What was a mild discomfort before she left the base had turned into a bit of a distraction. She tried to ignore the signals and that's when she noticed the box she was hiding behind being lifted. She quickly hovered to her right and hid behind another box. The Egg Pawn looked around in confusion for a second but then walked away with the box overhead. The Egg Pawns left the room with the box and rouge began to follow them.
"Maybe by going with them,I'll see what the doctor has up his sleeve this time..." Rouge said to herself. She took flight and flew close to the ceiling. However,she couldn't help but keep her thighs a little crossed while flying. The Egg Pawns stopped in front of an elevator and one of them pressed one of the buttons. The elevator opened and the Egg Pawns entered it. Rouge landed on the floor and pressed the same button the Egg Pawn had pressed and eventually the elevator door opened again, Allowing rouge to step inside. The door closed and Rouge leaned against the wall.
"Ugh...I doubt Eggman had the decency to put a ladies room somewhere in this building." Rouge said to none in particular. Almost the entirety of Eggman's Army consisted of robots and unless he programmed them with bladders,It seemed unlikely that she would get the chance to relieve herself here in the base. Rouge placed her hands between her legs and sighed.
"Looks like i'm gonna have to hold it until the mission is over. No problem..wouldn't be the first time i've had to do this." Rouge said to herself again. The ding coming from the elevator caught her attention and she very quickly flew towards the ceiling. When the door opened,She waited there for a few seconds before exiting.
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"Ugh....Where am i supposed to look?" Rouge thought. She had through many rooms and she didn't see anything that would explain what Dr. Eggman has been up to. Rouge admitted to herself that she might have underestimated how badly she needed to go. Her need to pee had only grown with each passing minute and now she was having a hard time focusing. She was starting to consider hiding somewhere and taking care of business. But she decided against it. as not only would it take a while for her to get out of her suit,but she would also be leaving evidence of her presence behind. Now she just wanted to complete the mission as fast as possible so that she could have a pee break. But Eggman's base was massive and she still had a lot of rooms left to explore.
"Man,those crates are heavy..." A robotic voice said,catching Rouges attention. She quickly flew towards the ceiling and clung unto it like...well,a bat. That's when she spotted two familiar robots; Orbot and Cubot.
"Try to be careful with them. The boss said that these parts are important for his plan." Orbot said.
"Why did the boss send us to do this again?" Cubot asked.
"The boss wanted us to make ourselves useful. He was getting sick and tired of us just sitting around and goofing off." Orbot replied.
"Why is he collecting those rings anyways? They seem to behave just like the Chaos Emeralds." Cubot asked.
"Apparently he's planning to use them to transform Metal Sonic." Orbot answered.
"But....Can't the Chaos Emeralds already do that?" Cubot asked.
"The boss said something about how the rings gave him a different form." Orbot said. Rouge smirked as she eavesdropped their conversation.
"His plan involves rings? I wonder how valuable those rings are if they're just like Chaos Emeralds...." Rouge asked. She continued with her eavesdropping. But the pressure in her bladder made it difficult for her to pay attention to the conversation the two robots were having. Thankfully,She was able to catch one important detail; the rings were being kept in Eggman's Office. The position she was in made her feel incredibly uncomfortable,so she dropped from ceiling and flew in the same direction as the two robots.
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Rouge stayed close to the ceiling while looking for Eggman's Office. Her legs were crossed and she had one of her hands between her thighs.
"Ugh...i really need to use the little bat's room. I didn't drink that much before the mission,did i?" Rouge thought. She gently landed on the floor and went through another door. She glanced up and saw a bigger door up ahead. She took a step towards it,but stiffened up upon feeling a pang in her body. She jammed both hands between her legs and rubbed them together.
"Well? Did you find the rest?!" A voice yelled from behind the door,startling Rouge. She hastily looked for a place to hide and ran towards the door. She then leaped towards the door and hid on top of the door frame,using her wings to keep her balance. The source of the voice soon stepped out of the room and turned out to be the Doctor himself; Eggman. He was holding a communication device and he seemed to be speaking with one of his minions.
"One at the Speed Slider,Huh? I guess i was right. They seemed to have returned to the zones they were found in." Eggman said. Rouge carefully hovered away from the door frame and backed into the room.
"Hurry up and collect them then. We're only missing 4 of them! We need to hurry up and collect them before that pesky blue hedgehog catches wind of this!" Eggman said while walking further away from the room. The closed and Rouge let out a sigh. Her bladder sent another signal,causing her to stiffen up again.
"Okay....I've gathered information. Just need to see these rings and then i'll be able to leave and take care of this." Rouge said. She once again started flapping her wings. She was hovering around the room and keeping both hands between her legs in an attempt to keep her bladder from letting it all loose. However,Her thoughts briefly moved away from her bladder upon seeing something shiny further in the room. There was an open space,with a decommissioned Metal Sonic standing in the Middle of 6 pillars. And on two of those pillars were two rings. One blue and one yellow.
"My. those two dumbots were right. They really do look like the Chaos Emeralds." Rouge said to herself. Her grin quickly turned to a grimace as her bladder once again tried it's hardest to release what it had been containing ever since the mission started. Rouge crossed her legs tighter and looked around the room.
"Looks like i have some new gems to add to my collection." Rouge said. She reached for the blue ring and grabbed it without a care in the world. But then....
What happened next startled her and nearly made involuntarily urinate. A loud alarm went off, Causing the door to open. Eggman entered the room and looked at the pillars.
"What the....YOU!!!" Eggman said. Rouge quickly grabbed the other ring and looked around for an escape. Thankfully,there seemed to be some air ducts that she could use. She put the Rings away and floated towards the air duct.
"DO NOT LET THAT BAT GET AWAY WITH THE RINGS!" Eggman shouted.
Rouge crawled to the vents as quickly as possible. Not only because of all the alarms going off,but because of her bladder urging her to do so as well. She used her wings to try and move faster,but the small amount of space she had made moving pretty difficult. To make matters worse,She saw more of those drones from earlier. and unfortunetaly,one of them had spotted her this time. Rouge quickly crawled away. And just in time,cause the drone had fired a laser. She continued crawling through the air ducts, All while having to avoid all the drones. After a while,she was able to get out of the building unharmed.
"Ohh~" The bat moaned. She had just prevented a leak from escaping. She quickly took flight and flew as fast as she could in spite of her bladder's protests. She looked back and her frustration only increased upon seeing some air based badniks chasing her. She gritted her teeth and started looking for somewhere she could hide. Soon,she spotted the same place she had seen before entering the base: Angel Island.
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Rouge landed and hid behind a tree. While crossing her legs and rubbing them together, she peeked from behind the tree and looked around. By the looks of it,The robots had either stopped following her or they had lost her. Rouge smiled and took a look at the Chaos Rings she had retrieved. Looks like she had successfully accomplished another mission.
But with that came another objective: finding a way to relieve herself. As by now it was more than clear that she was not gonna be able to hold it until she returned to the base. She hastily got away from the tree and started looking for somewhere to relieve herself. She slightly hovered above the ground and used her hands to try to keep her bladder from letting go early. Her eyes then spotted a body of water surrounded by an altar. The sound of flowing water was the last thing she wanted to hear at a time like this. However,That's when she got an idea. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She then approached the body of water,using every bit of her strength to hold it in for a bit longer while ignoring the watery sounds. There were plenty of bushes,But for as desperate as she was right now,She was also feeling a little daring. Now close to the body of water,she quickly started unzipping her suit.
"Ugh...So inconvenient..." Rouge said as she struggled to pull down the zipper. Thankfully,she was able to pull it down without hold over her bladder. She pulled outfit down to her knees and a blush appeared on her face. She had been completely naked under the suit. She sat against the edge of the body of water and after making sure nobody was around one last time,she took a deep breath and let the floodgates open. A stream of pee crashed into the water below,the sound of it almost drowning out the sound of the river itself flowing.
"Haaaaaaaaahhhh....So good...." Rouge moaned. The pressure in her body now replaced with a feeling of pleasure. Her eyes slowly rolled back and her mouth was wide open,allowing a long sigh to escape from it. She closed her eyes while her bladder began shrinking. The noises of the island environment made her feel even more relaxed. She opened her eyes and looked around to see if she was still alone. Her heart was beating pretty fast. She was out in the open doing something incredibly indecent. Any second now,somebody could walk in on her and see what she was doing. The thought made her feel somewhat embarrassed. But at the same time,it excited her. About half a minute had passed and nobody had come. Her stream was starting to weaken now and the feeling of relief had disappeared. Rough sighed and got up when her stream came to an end. She shook her rear a little in an attempt to get any remaining drops off,seeing as she had nothing to wipe with. The bushes were to far away from her spot and she wasn't sure if using leaves would be save. In the end,she put her suit back on and zipped it up. She felt a very small wet patch in her suit. But it was so small and her suit was black,so she doubted anyone was gonna notice.
"Haaaah...Well that was interesting. That might've been a better pay-off than getting these rings..." Rouge said with a blush still on her face. Now she only had one thing left to do; return to the base and give away the intel she had gathered. She also needed to find someway to keep the rings to herself,but that's something she wanted to worry about later. With nothing left to do on the island,Rouge flapped her wings again and gracefully took off. Bur unbeknownst to her, someone DID see what she had done.
Knuckles stepped out of the bushes,his face just a red as the rest of his body. He wasn't sure what to make of what he saw. One the one hand,he was very angry at Rouge for doing something so nasty on his island. One the other hand,He could've stopped her. But there was something about it that mind him stand there and watch instead. Completely confused,he returned to where he was before and sighed.
"At least she didn't take the Master Emerald this time..." |
⚠️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 is PantypoopSverige. Please enjoy the last part of this story.
Beth messes herself on purpose: Part 3/3
After the lecture is over, Emily and Beth remain until everyone has left.
- "I have pretty tight pants, I don't think it will leak", says Beth and stands up slowly. It feels strange. The poop has started to cool and dry but it is still nice to have something wet around the butt, although she keeps that to herself.
- "Damn! That smell though!" Emily exclaims as they walk out of the hall towards the toilet. They go in and lock up behind them.
- "I have two extra pairs of panties and jeans with me", Beth reveals as she carefully pulls off her jeans. The panties have a large wet brown spot in the back, but doesn't seem to have leaked much.
She carefully takes off her panties and throws them in the trash. It takes a lot of paper to clean and Emily is standing there the whole time looking and giggling. After a while, Beth has cleaned herself and put on fresh clothes.
In the trash is a pair of light blue hipsters full of diarrhea.
- "yuck, too bad for the next person who goes in here" Emily says with a giggle.
Beth carefully picks up the panties from the trash, and put them in the middle of the floor. Emily just stares at her. Beth takes out her notebook, tears off a piece of paper, writes "Oops!" on it and then put it neatly on the poop-filled panties. Emily almost dies of laughter.
They exit the toilet and hurry away from there. Fortunately, no one else can be seen in the corridor. They exit the university's main building and head towards the Pizzeria. Beth's stomach has calmed down but she craves the feeling of warm stickieness against her skin. She wants to poop her pants again, although not right now. Soon she will have the chili kebab in her stomach and that's when things will really take off. They have a lecture in an hour, plenty of time to chow down a kebab.
When they enter the Pizzeria, they order immediately and then take a seat at the far end.
- "I can't remember the last time I..you know..crapped myself" says Emily.
- "Oh, for me it happens a little now and then actually" Beth answers.
- "Sometimes when I come home very drunk, I've had a couple of small accidents in my sleep and so on. When I was to Turkey, I had a few accidents as well, although not like yesterday. It's never been on purpose though."
- "I'm gonna poop my pants today" Emily says resolutely and adds,
- "The last time I ate here, I ran all the way home to avoid having an accident"
Beth laughs, she remembers it. That was almost a month ago. Emily had been in class and started sweating profusely, then she had excused herself and gone home. Everyone else had seen her through the window, running across the yard, and everyone knew it was the chili kebab.
Their food arrives at the table and both of them immediately starts stuffing their faces. Beth is very hungry and the taste of the kebab is legendary. However, she knows what it will do to her innards. Emily eats as greedily as Beth and after about 15 minutes they both sit there and gasp from satiety.
- "Shit! I ate way too fast," Emily moans through labored breathing.
- "Yeah me too. I have a stomach ache” says Beth.
They pay and then slowly head back to the university.
It takes them almost 20 minutes to get back. Outside the lecture hall they meat up with some of their friends. Beth's stomach has now started to growl again. She don't feel like she needs to go just yet, but she is full and her stomach feels heavy. She also notices how Emily is holding one hand on her stomach while she talks. They enter the hall, and the lecture begins.
They make sure to sit next to each other at the back row, where it is completely empty.
- "How do you feel?" Emily asks.
- "I'm full and my stomach is noisy, but it's still good," says Beth.
- "All right, that's good, my stomach is fine too for the moment"
The lecture lasts one hour. Both girls get through it without any problems.
But when there's 10 minutes left, Emily says:
- "Now I really start to feel it"
- "How long can you hold it?" asks Beth, who's also starting to get desperate.
- "I don't know, I'm not really straining myself right now, but it will start soon. I don't feel like risking a fart” Emily whispers and giggles a little.
The lecture ends and they get up and leave. Emily walks unusually slowly and Beth asks:
- "Are you afraid that you will shit if you walk too fast?"
- "Yes, I try to relax completely and it feels like it's.. kinda close to be honest"
- "I get what you mean, I feel the same way"
- "I think I have Diarrhea" says Emily as they are walking to the bus.
- "..and I think I'll have an accident soon"
- "Just relax and let it happen" says Beth and smiles.
Beth can feel that it will happen to her soon as well, her stomach is bubbling and hurting a bit.
- "I have a dare for you!" Beth exclaims as they are heading for the bus.
- "What?" Emily asks.
- "I dare you to walk all the way home with me"
- "But I'll poop myself soon!" exclaims Emily.
- "I know! Me too” says Beth.
- "So we're going to walk through town with poopy pants?" Emily looks questioning at Beth.
- "Sure, why not? No one will care.”
Emily thinks about it for a moment. She finally agrees to do it.
They both start walking home. They live on the other side of town, but luckily they also live very close to each other.
The traffic is heavy. They're discussing the lecture when suddenly a car brakes on a parallel street. The car behind honks loudly. Both girls gets startled. Beth continues to walk but soon notices that Emily is still standing there like frozen at the crosswalk. Beth turns around, grab Emily by the arm and leads her across the street.
- "Did you spray-paint your panties?" Beth asks jokingly while giggling.
Emily says nothing but gets a blank expression in her eyes.
"It just...eh came..." she says panting.
Beth can hear it. The sound can't be mistaken. A bubbly, wet and crackling sound comes from Emily's nether regions.
- "How does it feel?" asks Beth with an excited expression.
"I've never had to shit this much ever" Emily says quietly.
Her light jeans have started getting a wet spot in the back, a stain that is starting to turn dark brown.
- "It's huge," says Emily with a gaping expression.
- "I just completely went to the bathroom in my pants!" she continues.
They keep walking. Emily walks a little wide-legged and slow. After a few minutes, Beth feels that it starts for her too. It begins as a fart that slowly slides out of her, then it stops. She stops walking and relax her whole body.
- "I think it's starting now" says Beth.
Emily quickly takes out her iPhone and starts filming.
- "Describe it!" she says with excitement.
Beth starts narrating the experience.
- "I just released a silent one"
- "Continue!"
- "..then it kind of stopped, so I relaxed."
Beth closes her eyes.
- "Wow! Now..now it's coming."
- "It feels a little wet, it's seeping out slowly"
- "Shit! I think there's a fart coming"
It does too, although it's so wet it sounds more like diarrhea mixed with gas.
Beth's eyes widen.
- "Ooh it's a lot, I have diarrhea"
- "It's spreading slowly all over…"
- "It's hot, sticky and wet"
- "It feels really weird"
Emily walks around her, filming her face and the back of her trousers that have a bump in them, a bump that is starting to get dark and wet.
- "It's still coming.." Beth continues.
- "It's starting to run down my right leg.."
Beth gets a weird sensation. It feels like she's losing control of her body, and a wave of energy surges through her. Her legs starts trembling beneath her.
She is still slowly filling her pants.
She begins to breathe more heavily and it feels like she is shutting out the whole world.
She only feels the wet, and warm that slowly flows down her right leg, the stickiness that envelops her butt, her breathing that gets heavier and heavier.
- "Oh! I think..I think.." Beth can hardly speak anymore.
Emily is still recording and she doesn't understand what's happening.
- "What?" she asks.
- "I..think..I will..come..I..will..shit" Beth manages to say between her short breaths.
Beth doesn't understand what's going on with her. Her body has completely collapsed. She can't stop it. The orgasm is on its way. She only has a few seconds. She fumbles with her hand and finds a lamppost to lean on.
Just a moment later, she climaxes right there on her knees.
She stops breathing and lets waves of pleasure explode from her center and all over her body. It turns black for her and she gets dizzy. It only takes a few seconds but feels like more. When she opens her eyes, she's standing on her knees and is leaning against the lamppost. Emily is standing in front of her and is still recording.
- "DID YOU COME?" She almost screams.
The end. |
This is a story that I wrote over two weeks ago but didn't get around to posting until now because I was sick for a long time. Basically it's just about a woman who gets desperate while stuck in a car wash with all of that water splashing around as I thought that that would be good for a scenario that would be torturous while desperate, even though I felt it would only be a short time before they escaped from that situation, so I think it works is a short story. Also available in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/7525.html
Bursting at the Car Wash
"Are we almost home yet," Jill said as she squirmed in her seat, bouncing up and down, hardly able to sit still as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"Yeah we are almost home but I just want to make one really quick stop while we are out," Melanie said.
"A quick stop, I really need to use the bathroom!"
Melanie shook her head. "I told you not to drink so much when you knew it was a long car ride home and everything like that. Why do you always have to get those jumbo sized drinks and then drink them down really rapidly? You knew it would end up making you have to go to the bathroom, so the way I see it you got yourself into this situation."
"Okay I shouldn't have gotten that big gulp drink right before we set out on a long car ride, it was my bad and it was a stupid decision but why should I have to suffer because I made one dumb decision? I'm bursting here!"
Melanie shook her head. "Because actions have consequences Jill, I mean unless you're really rich and privileged and everything."
"So you're going to make my bladder suffer just because I wasn't born as one of society's elite?"
"No I'm going to make your bladder suffer because I don't feel like going all the way home just so you can use a bathroom because you didn't have the good foresight not to fill your bladder up with a jumbo size drink, and then coming all the way out to go to the car wash again. The car wash is right here. It's here, the coast is clear, you shouldn't have drank so much beer, get used to it!"
"Hey there was no alcohol in my drink."
"Yeah that last part doesn't work as well but jumbo soda didn't really rhyme with clear. But anyway we are going to the car wash and that is the end of it."
"The car wash, you're going to make me go through the car wash as my bladder is ready to explode, are you trying to torture me?"
"Well if it's going to bother you that much you can close your eyes."
"Well the even worse part is I will be able to hear all of that water swishing around."
"Well then put your fingers in your ears, I'm sorry Jill but we are here and we are going to the car wash, end of discussion."
Melanie got in line for the car wash and there were only two cars in front of them as Jill sat in her seat smacking her hands on her knees and crossing and uncrossing her legs.
"What do you have ants in your pants or something, can't you sit still, you're making the whole car shake!"
"I don't have ants in my pants, I already told you I have a full bladder in my pants, and if I don't get to a bathroom soon I'm going to have a total flood in my pants!"
"Well you had better not soak the seat of my car you're going to pay to have it cleaned."
"Well if you didn't want me to soak the seat you should have gotten me to a bathroom, if I can't make it it's going to be your own fault for not getting me to a bathroom."
"Look there are only two cars in front of us, I am sure that they will go fast."
"But I seriously seriously have to go to the bathroom, can't you just backup and we will come back to the car wash later?"
"Well now it looks like two more cars just pulled in behind us, so I am afraid that we are fenced in now Jill, there's no leaving now, we are here for the long duration."
"Long-duration, I thought you said this would only take five minutes!"
"Five minutes 10 minutes, what's the difference?"
"10 minutes is forever in full bladder years!" Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs again and started bouncing around, twisting and writhing in her seat.
Jill kept checking her watch every five seconds as it seemed like it was taking forever and she couldn't help but be kicking her feet up against the front of the car.
"Oh my God you are like a little child, can't you just hold it for a couple of minutes until we get home," Melanie said rolling her eyes. "I swear your bladder gets us into more inconvenient situations than anything else, but it's time I put my foot down."
"I'm putting my foot down," Jill said as she resumed stomping her feet against the front of the car. "Because it's the only thing that's keeping me from pissing myself! You are the worst driver in the world not letting your passengers go to the bathroom, it will serve you right if I do end up wetting the seat."
After a short wait that in Jill's bladder terms lasted about 16 1/2 years, it was finally their turn to go inside of the car wash. As they saw all of the flaps from the car wash with their wet soapy suds crashing against the windshield Jill found herself once again shaking in her seat and slumping down into the seat.
"If it really bothers you that much like I said close your eyes and plug your ears," Melanie said.
Jill didn't think that it would help all that much but she was willing to try anything, so she closed her eyes and stuck her fingers in her ears and tried not to think about the fact that at that moment the car was being sprayed with large hoses of water and being mopped up with big soapy suds.
Jill continued doing this for a very long time at which point she had to assume that the car wash was done. But when she opened her eyes and took her fingers out of her ears she could see that the hoses were still spraying up against the window and making a loud noise that she could hear even when her ears were plugged up.
"Why aren't we out yet, what's taking so long?" Jill said biting her lip and digging her fingernails into the car seat.
"Hey don't tear the upholstery, it's just going a little bit slow," Melanie said as she looked at her watch. "Although I have to admit I have never spent this long in a car wash before."
"Great, it figures, I should have known this would happen!" Jill shouted throwing up her hands. "This is why we should have gone home and come to the car wash later. Was your car even really that dirty that it needed to go to the car wash?"
"Did you see how much birds shit was on the windshield and on the car, if that doesn't demand a carwash I don't know what does. And before you ask me and tell me that you have to poop now –"
"Actually," Jill said before Melanie put her finger over Jill's mouth.
"Like I said Jill I don't want to hear about it right now, whatever you have to do it can wait until you get home."
"But I don't think that I can wait much longer, this is something that needs attending to and it needs attending to right now!" Jill said as she bounced up and down in her seat.
Several more minutes passed and they realized that the car wasn't moving and that was when it was obvious that something was wrong. The sound of water cascading over every inch of the car was like nails on a chalkboard to Jill. She tried closing her eyes and putting her fingers in her ears but she could still hear all of the swishing and splashing and squirting of water running down the car over every inch of it.
"What demon from the depths of hell hath put me in this situation!" Jill screamed as the two of them began screaming together for help because it was obvious that they should have been out of the car wash a long time ago.
"You know I realize this may sound dangerous but I think that we had better try to find our way out of the car wash, as it looks like they aren't going to be bringing us out anytime soon," Melanie said.
The thought of getting out of the car wash while they were being bombarded with tons of wet sudsy water didn't sound like the most brilliant idea to Jill either, but then something occurred to her.
"You know that's actually not as stupid and crazy as it sounds," Jill said with an evil smirk.
"Okay on three we're going to open the doors and try to get out of here."
"Three," Jill said as she opened the door as she was bombarded with tons of soap and water soaking her from head to toe as she thought she was being smacked around by a force unlike any she had encountered before.
Melanie likewise got out the other side of the car and they found themselves running out of the car wash covered from head to toe in water and soap.
"We are so sorry," the car wash guy said running towards them. "For whatever reason the whole thing broke down and we were unable to move your car through the car wash or stop the spraying of the water. This has never happened before, obviously no charge, and look at the bright side you got a pretty good shower as well."
As Jill and Melanie stood there covered in soap and water waiting for the technicians to find some way to turn the water off and get their car out of there, Melanie looked at Jill. "Okay I'll be the first one to say it, I should have listened to your psychic bladder cause if I did we wouldn't be in this situation right now. Speaking of which I guess you might as well go find a bathroom somewhere in town, as I think that this is probably going to take us a while."
Jill smiled. "You know, never mind, it's not a problem anymore."
"What do you mean, oh you didn't?"
Hey desperate times call for desperate measures, and this was the most desperate time and the most desperate measure I have ever endeavored upon, and at least my clothes got washed as it was happening."
Melanie shook her head. "Well I guess it's better than doing it in the seat of my car, which is probably getting wet right now either way."
"But not with urine!"
"No Jill, not with urine."
And at that statement they both burst out laughing and without crying wiped the soap away from their eyes. |
This was a topic that came up on thisboard. Under my real name I have written a couple of books about vampires but I never address the fact that they had to go to the bathroom. This came up as a discussion in another thread where somebody mentioned a clip that they saw from the TV show Hotel Transylvania, a children's show actually, where they showed this vampire girl drinking a lot of blood and then having to go to the bathroom and I thought, that would be a perfect idea for a unique story, a supernatural take on female desperation. So yeah I think it betrays the fact that I am a horror and sci-fi writer outside of my omorashi stuff that I incorporate these ideas into it. But then when I started writing the story I thought of all these vampire rules that could get in the way of her using the bathroom and I think it just really turned out well. Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/7525.html
The Very Desperate Vampire
Carmela had to admit that she thought it was pretty sweet being a vampire as nobody wanted to mess with you when you are a vampire. She didn't really see any downside to being a vampire. She had spent the entire night drinking the blood of the innocent and she couldn't have felt better. One thing that she did kind of wonder is what happened to all of that blood though once she had finished consuming it.
As she continued stalking the streets at night that was when all of a sudden she felt a pressure between her legs.
"I thought that being dead meant I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom anymore!" Carmela said as she crossed her legs. She didn't realize the drinking so much blood would result in her having to urinate. She thought that when she became a vampire that she would say goodbye to urination but now she could see that that definitely wasn't true, in fact not only did she have to pee but she felt like she was positively bursting.
No problem, she thought to herself, she was always able to find a bathroom when she was a human, so it should be even easier to find a bathroom as a vampire. In fact she could see what looked like a portable restroom not that far away and there weren't even that many people in line for the bathroom.
Carmela got close but then she looked at the woman in front of her in line who was wearing a crucifix around her neck and she realized she couldn't get anywhere near her.
"Dammit this looks like it's going to be harder than I thought," Carmela said as she danced from foot to foot. She didn't know blood would make her have to pee so bad but it certainly was making her quite frantic. Why did she have to drain so many people of their life blood? If she had known she was going to need a bathroom so bad she wouldn't have drank so many people.
Carmela continued running up and down the street but since it was late at night lots of places were closed.
"I guess I'm not used to being nocturnal when all of the bathrooms are closed," she said hopping from place to place. "Oh my God I really have to go! That blood is going right through me."
She continued walking up and down the streets only to find that every place seemed to be closed. She was beginning to get panicked as she knew that she needed to find a bathroom soon or she was going to positively explode.
"Dammit I never thought I would have to pee so bad as a vampire!" she said as she continued running up and down the streets. She tapped a woman on the shoulder but as the woman turned around and saw that she didn't cast a reflection the woman screamed and ran off.
"I just wanted to know where the bathroom was, I didn't want to drink your blood, I already drank too much blood!" she shouted as the woman ran away. She realized that a lot of people had prejudice against vampires, and she had to admit she could kind of understand that, unlike racial prejudice prejudice towards vampires kind of made sense seeing as they were there to suck your life force and kill you, but it still was no excuse to be rude!
She continued running up and down the streets frantically looking for some place to relieve herself when finally she saw what looked like a pizza place was open.
"At last, a place that has a bathroom," she said as she ran into the pizza place with her hands between her legs practically hobbling over.
"Bathrooms are for paying customers only," the owner of the pizza place said shaking his head. "If you buy something I will let you use the bathroom."
She always hated that bathroom was for customers only policy, it seemed like entrapment. And considering that she couldn't actually eat any food since she was no longer among the living she figured that it was also kind of a waste for her to buy something to eat when she couldn't even actually eat it.
"Here's the thing I'm kind of a vampire and I don't really eat food," Carmela said as she hopped from foot to foot.
"Oh well why didn't you say so, I'll get you a large drink of blood," the owner said as he took out a cup and started filling it up with blood as Carmela twisted and turned in place.
"Fine give me the blood!" she said as she paid for the blood and began guzzling it down even know she knew that was probably not the best idea considering her bladder was already as full as she could possibly imagine it could get. But she figured she was about to use the bathroom and if she could get blood without having to kill anyone for it that would save her a lot of trouble later on.
Unfortunately there was a large line for the bathroom and she considered just drinking the blood of some of the people in line so that she would get to the front faster, but then she knew that a lot of owners didn't like it when vampires killed their customers, so she figured she had better just be polite and wait her turn and hope that it wouldn't take too long.
"Come on, come on, I really have to go!" she said as she jumped up and down.
A woman in front of her shook her head. "You know I don't approve of vampires, feeding on the blood of the innocent, it serves you right. Personally I hope that your bladder explodes!"
Carmela felt like eating her right then and there but she knew that if she had any more blood that her bladder was positively going to burst, and she didn't want to get in a fight with that woman while she had to pee so bad. Besides she could see that the woman had a stake at the side of her skirt and she didn't want to end up being dusted just because she got in a fight over using the bathroom.
Finally it was almost Carmela's turn when all of the sudden someone came out of the kitchen right next to the bathroom with a pizza that had a terrible odor in it.
"What is that horrible smell?!" Carmela said as she covered her nose and began retching.
"Who ordered the large garlic pizza," the waiter said as he held up the pizza right in front of Carmela.
"But I can't take the garlic smell, it's going to kill me!" Carmela said as she ran out of the store. She didn't get a chance to use the bathroom but she knew if she stood around the garlic any longer that it would end up being the end of her.
As she ran out into the street she saw what looked like a public restroom but then she saw a sign that said no vampires.
"But you let werewolves use the bathroom and they are animals, they don't even lift the seat!" Carmela said but she didn't want to pick a fight with a place that was friendly towards her arch nemesis of werewolves.
She continued running up and down the streets and now she was practically in tears. She couldn't remember the last time she had to go to the bathroom so badly, in fact it was positively inhuman. If she wasn't already dead she thought that she was going to die of an exploded bladder.
Finally she saw what looked like a place with an open bathroom until she realized it was a church and all of those crucifixes would keep her from entering.
She continued walking until she was in the residential part of town where she decided to knock on the door and a woman answered.
"Yes," the woman said as she opened the door and smiled.
"I normally would never ask this but I really really really need the bathroom," Carmela said as she stood there practically begging this woman to let her use the bathroom.
"Well normally I would let you use the bathroom but I can't help but notice that you are a vampire, and if I invite you into my house then you can come and go as you please and drink my blood in my sleep."
"But I promise that if you let me into the house I will spare your life and not drink your blood," Carmela said smiling with her fangs which were still dripping blood that she wiped from her mouth and continued smiling.
"Sorry but you don't really have a face that I can trust."
"You bitch!" Carmela said as she started running away. She could see that most of the houses had garlic or crucifixes or both somewhere on the doors and window, and she realized that it didn't look like she lived in a town that was very friendly towards vampires.
"I swear you drink a couple of people's blood to the point of death and suddenly you're the bad guy," she said as she grabbed herself and began twisting her legs like the jaws of life. "I need a bathroom, I need a bathroom more than anything in the world!"
She looked around and that's when she realized that she was not that far from home, so if she just made a run for it maybe she would be able to make it home to her own bathroom. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, stopping every few seconds to cross her legs and whimper. But then finally she saw it, the castle where she had her toilet all to herself, but that was when she also saw it, the sunrise which was blocking the path to her house.
"No, it can't be sunrise!" Carmela said realizing that if she didn't take cover soon that she was a goner.
"Hey it is that vampire who killed my friends earlier!" another woman said as she pointed to her.
"Not now!" Carmela shouted before she ran into the nearest barn and began hanging from the ceiling with her legs tightly crossed.
A bunch of people followed her into the barn where she was now trapped because outside was the sunlight and now there was no leaving.
"Please spare me, do not destroy me and I will spare your lives!" Carmela said hanging from the ceiling with her legs tightly crossed looking like she was about to scream.
The woman smiled as she brought out a coffin. "Go ahead you can go inside of the coffin."
"Is this a trick, why would you spare me after I had taken the life of your friend?"
"Well you can get into the coffin or I can open the doors of the barn and kill you with the sunlight, it's up to you."
Carmela knew that she had no choice so reluctantly she got into the coffin which the woman then started nailing shut.
"What are you doing to me?" Carmela said as she scratched at the coffin. She continued scratching at the coffin as she felt it move until all of the sudden she heard the loud sound of running water on all sides of her that was making her go insane.
"Well as I know I have you sealed inside of your coffin and surrounded by water on all sides, and a vampire can't cross a moving body of water," the woman said. "It's also true that a vampire cannot die, so I know you're not going to die of a burst bladder, you'll just have to keep holding it, forever."
"Wait a minute you know I have to go to the bathroom?" Carmela said as she continued twisting her legs and scratching on the coffin.
"Indeed I do, now I could have just staked do you, or I could have brought you out into the light, or I could even destroyed you with the water, but I thought a better fate than eliminating you was to leave you stuck in your coffin surrounded by the sound of constant running water unable to go to the bathroom for the rest of eternity."
"No, you can't do that!"
"Watch me bitch!" the woman said as she laughed and began running away.
Carmela started screaming as she tried to get out of the coffin but she knew that she was sealed tight inside and she couldn't get away from the sound of the running water. She knew that her bladder would never explode, she knew that she could only go to the bathroom when she was free from her coffin. She knew that as long as she was stuck in that coffin her bladder would remain full but she wouldn't be able to relieve it in any way.
"I'm sure that somebody will find me soon," Carmela said trying to drown out the sound of running water that was making her more frantic by the second.
Two centuries later.
Somebody began opening the coffin to see that inside was Carmela still there with her legs twisted trembling with a look of absolute agony on her face.
"Oh my God it's a vampire, I hope she doesn't want to kill me!" the man said.
Carmela pushed the man out of the way and started charging until she saw what looked like an outhouse at long last.
"Finally I've been holding it in for 200 years!" Carmela said before she stopped right in her tracks as she realized that on the opening of the outhouse was what looked like the symbol of a crucifix at which point she just broke down and screamed. |
Hello everyone, I’m back! I hope you all have been having good summers and are keeping cool and keeping yourself and others safe. Today I decided to write this because of an inspiration post. In said post the people there talked about wetting on a roller coaster and how long lines and occasional dysfunction with the rides can lead to some interesting scenarios. Hope you enjoy this read!
A Roller Coaster of Full Bladders:
Emily examined the overly crowded line next to the Millennium Force and sighed. She knew that the summer was really the only time when Cedar Point was a hotspot and that lines would most likely be packed, but it was a scorching Tuesday morning in August.
When intaking air through her nostrils she felt the oxygen pressing against the dry edges of her throat. She reached for her water bottle and gulped down the remaining bits of water she had left. Emily always hated the summer. The flaming heat always caused her to get parched at all times. It wasn’t the necessary water that was the issue but her body’s response to the massive intakes of water. Just last summer she had been so thirsty that she had four bottles of water within the first hour of a three hour car ride. She ended up wetting herself trying to find a bathroom.
Recalling that memory Emily felt a tug at her crotch area. She was starting to fill up. She had drank 3 cups of coffee and 2 bottles of water that morning and it was starting to take its toll. She looked at the long line. It shouldn’t take any longer than an hour. Looking behind her a crowd of people had swallowed her up in the back. She had no option but to wait it out.
…
Regret; that was all that Emily was feeling. Her legs started to quiver as some dangerous thoughts started creeping into her mind. At least she was at the front of the line now, but how could she make it through the ride? What if she didn’t? What would she do then? Should she just turn back?
All those questions were silenced as she entered the gates nearing her seat. The next approaching cart flew around a curve in the distance and sat stagnant for a few moments before being carried towards the lobby area. It was cart C. Emily was in the middle seating area and in front of her sat a girl no older than her in her low 20s and a little girl that looked to be her child. Emily strapped herself in and tried to make it so the bar didn’t put too much pressure on her bladder, but an assistant came over and forcefully pushed down the bar. This sudden force caused Emily to lose control, as a spurt shot out into her panties. She was able to regain control, but as she did the sudden jolt indicated that the coaster was starting. This was going to get messy.
The first hill of a roller coaster was most of the time the biggest one, and for the Millennium it was no different. With the cart progressively chugging up the hill Emily focused her mind on clenching her bladder. She just had to make it through these next few hills. Upon the first drop Emily clenched and was able to keep control. As the cart continued across the track she felt more and more confident about her ability to succeed. Across every twist and turn and sudden change in momentum her bladder was up to the task.
Nearing the end the cart hit a flat straightaway before the last hill. Emily was already planning her next move before the cart just stopped. Everyone looked around as if to find an answer to why the cart was stopped, and then a noise came from the distance.
”Keep calm folks, we’re just having a few technical difficulties here! We will have you off of this in no time!”
Emily laid her head back in dismay. She was so close and now she had to wait for who knew how long. What was she going to do?
Emily looked in front of her and saw the girl and her child. The mom was shaking around vigorously. The child was shaking her knee, “mommy, what’s wrong?”
Emily knew she wasn’t going to make it at a full bladder, but if she tried to release some she might be able to save her pants and the seat. She released her grip on her bladder. A slight spurt shot out into her underwear and stained the crotch of her pants. Once it started to turn into a flow Emily tensed up. She wasn’t fully aware of how much noise she was making however.
Out of nowhere a faint trickling sound came from the cart in front of her. It was the girl in front of Emily. She was wetting herself. The heaviness of her breathing had slowed down and she stopped shaking. The slight trickling had turned into a full gushing noise had increased Emily’s desperation 10 fold. It was hopeless, she couldn’t hold it.
Without build up, a pent up flow escaped from within Emily and a puddle formed from under her. Pee flowing onto the seat was pushed onto the edge and then the floor below. Emily felt disappointed but couldn’t bring herself to tears. She just wanted to enjoy this moment of relief. The coaster started moving, Emily didn’t care. She continued to release her pee onto the seat as the cart parked itself back into the lobby.
Thanks for reading everyone! Sorry I’ve been inactive but I’ve been enjoying my summer with friends. I’ll be here though, so don’t worry about me going away for too long 🙂. |
This story was suggested by @Awsometime , Hope you like it.
A Proud hedgehog woman looked out of her window,Enjoying the view of the Casino themed park that surrounded the building she was in. She took a sip from her tea and grinned. This was Breezie the Hedgehog,Founder of Breeze Media. She placed her now empty cup on the table and sat down. Things have been going pretty well for her and her business and today she was gonna discuss the future of Breeze Media with other Business partners. Speaking of the meeting....
"Ms. Breezie? The meeting is scheduled to start in 30 minutes." Coconuts said as he entered the room.
"Heh..Time really does fly when you're enjoying things. Very well,i'll be there shortly." Breezie said. Coconuts exited the room,leaving Breezie to prepare for the meeting. She grabbed her jacked and exited the room while putting it on. She strolled towards her destination at a leisurely pace. Occasionally waving at all the other employees that walked by. Eventually,she arrived at the room where the meeting was being held.
"Ah,Miss Breezie. Welcome. You're here pretty early." The secretary said.
"Of course. You know me. I don't like to keep other waiting." Breezie said with a wink.
"Alright then. Please take a seat,the meeting should begin soon." The secretary said. Breezie complied and sat down,she crossed her legs and saw the secretary approach her.
"Would you perhaps like some tea?" The secretary asked.
"Hmm...That won't be needed. But thanks." Breezie said with a smile. The secretary nodded and walked away from her. Breezie crossed her arms and waited. It wasn't long until the folks she had the meeting with started showing up.
"Ahh! Miss Breezie! Nice to see you again!" One of the business mobians said. He was wearing a suit with some Chao pins on it. Breezie shook his hand and kept a smile on her face. She waited for everyone else to sit down and that's when she noticed a problem. she was starting to feel a little bit discomfort in her lower body. Perhaps she should've made a quick stop to the bathroom before heading to the meeting. But it was too late now. The meeting was about to start and she didn't want to delay it just for a bathroom break.
"You can do this Breezie. This isn't the first time you've had to do this. Just smile and pay attention to the meeting." She said to herself. She didn't need to go that badly anyways,so putting the meeting on hold for a small tinkle seemed very unnecessary. With everyone else in the room now,The meeting started and all the mobians began talking business.
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"On the subject of high ratings, let's talk sequels!" The director with the Chao pins said. "The Chao in Space trilogy has been a huge success! The 3rd movie has pulled in millions in just it's first week!"
"How fascinating." Breezie said,a confident smile still plastered on her face. Although truth to be told,her confidence had dropped somewhat. It had only been 30 minutes since the meeting started and her bladder was already starting to bother her. She was still able to pay attention to what the other attendees were talking about,but now she was having a little bit of trouble ignoring the pressure. Still,She was not about to ask for a bathroom break this early in the meeting. Hell,the thought alone of asking for a bathroom break made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
"So...I think we should give the fans more meat to chew on. How about a spin off?" The director recommended.
"A spin off. That doesn't sound too bad." Breezie said.
"What would the spin off be about exactly?" Another attendee asked.
"Oh! Well. I was thinking it could star the friend of our protagonist. Just to give the viewers and idea of...." Breezie shifted her position and crossed her legs again while listening to the pitch. Her eyes drifted to her right,causing a water cooler to enter her view. Her eyes quickly darted away from it and she shook her head.
"Thinking about it isn't going to help. Just pay attention to the meeting and ignore it,Breezie." She said to herself.
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"So what do you think,Miss Breezie?" The director said.
"Sounds like quite the departure. But you gotta take some risks when it comes to business,right? I approve of it." Breezie said.
"Are you sure about this,Miss Breezie? One of the attendees asked.
"100%." Breezie said with a wink.
"Very well then. I'll let the production team know about this." The director said with an excited smile on his face. Another attendee got up from his seat and started talking about a different show,this time Chao Boom. Breezie just stared at him and watched as he went into detail. She was starting to have trouble with paying attention. The pitch for the Chao in Space spin off was pretty long and the tea she had drank had made its way through her body quicker than she thought. Breezie glanced at the clock in the room. It seemed like an hour had passed since the meeting had started. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her, so Breezie placed one of her hands between her legs and crossed them in an attempt to ease the pressure.
"Miss Breezie?" The attendee asked. Breezie quickly snapped out of her distracted state and looked the director in the eye.
"It seems people are still craving more episodes of the show. But we only had two seasons planned. How do we go about this?" The director asked.
"Well,They want more. So let's give them more." Breezie said with her arms crossed.
"Huh? But..What do we do for the 3rd season then?" The attendee asked.
"There are many locations on the island that haven't been explored,right? We can use this season for some more world building.
"I...Suppose we could. I'll have to talk with the rest of team about this." The attendee said.
"Oh! There are those ruins under the island. Maybe you could have them....." Breezie once again started spacing out. With her need to pee once again taking over her thoughts.She looked at the clock again and internally groaned. She always hated how slow time moved when your bladder was pressuring you.
"I really made the right choice by denying that offer for tea..." Breezie thought to herself.
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Another half hour had passed. But to Breezie it felt like forever. Her upper body was still and brimming with her usual confidence. But her lower body wasn't calm. She kept rubbing her legs together and occasionally kept her hand on her abdomen to try and ease her bladder. Thankfully for her,her lower body was mostly obscured by the table. So the other attendees had yet to notice how badly she needed to go.
No matter how much her bladder was begging for relief,Breezie was to proud to pause the meeting for the sake of a bathroom break. So in spite of her bladder's protest, She stayed and listened to the rest of the attendees. Or at least tried to....
"Miss Breezie? Is everything okay?" One of the attendees whispered, bringing her back to reality.
"Of course! Why do you ask?" Breezie asked with a fake smile.
"You've been spacing out a lot during this meeting..." The attendee said.
"I'm just busy brainstorming." Breezie said. The attendee looked at her with confusion but ultimately dropped it and went back to paying attention.
"Oh Dear Chaos...When is this meeting going to end?!" Breezie thought.
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More time had passed since the meeting had started. By this point,Breezie had tried to ignore the clock. But her bladder still made it feel like the meeting was going on forever. The pressure in her bladder had become incredibly unbearable and now she was barely paying attention to what the others were saying. Her confident facade had also dropped a little,as now she was shaking one of her legs and her body was rocking up and down slightly.
This hadn't gone unnoticed by some of the attendants. The same guy from earlier had once again asked her if she was alright. And once again,Breezie lied and told him that everything was peachy. Once he was no longer looking at her,Breezie crossed her legs and kept her arms on her crotch.
"Ngh....C'mon Breezie. Just a bit more..." She said to herself. She didn't want to admit it,but she was starting to reach her limit. Thankfully,it seemed lady luck might've been listening to her thoughts. One of the directors approached her and asked her when the next meeting was gonna be scheduled. Breezie hastily decided a date. Normally she'd put more thought into it,but right now she couldn't afford to be slow. With nothing left to discuss,The meeting was over. Breezie got up from her seat and sighed. The other attendees began exiting the room. But they were doing so at their own pace.
"Damn it,Hurry up!" Breezie thought to herself. Her face was still smiling despite her feeling very unhappy right now. Everyone had exited the room and so did Breezie. She was striding confidently at first. But once she was sure she was out of sight,She began awkwardly picking up the pace. She began looking for the toilet signs. A smile appeared on her face upon seeing one,But the smile quickly disappeared when her eyes darted towards the "Out of order". Having no choice but to find another toilet,Breezie quickly made her way to one of the elevators. She pressed one of the buttons and looked around. The elevators were completely empty. With nobody to watch her,her confident facade had completely dropped and she was now standing her with her legs crossed and both of her hands on her crotch. She was no longer smiling,instead she was clenching her teeth and her cheeks were a little red.
After an agonizingly long elevator trip,Breezie exited the elevator and followed the signs until she found another set of restrooms. A whine escaped her mouth as she saw the "Cleaning in progress" sign placed in front of the bathroom door.
"Damn it,why now?" Breezie whispered to herself. She looked at the male restroom and briefly considered using it,But she did not want to risk the chance of a guy being in there while she's peeing. She looked around to check if the halls were empty and then tiptoed towards the ladies room. She slowly opened the door and didn't see anyone in the room.
"The toilets should still be working. I'll have to make it quick!" Breezie said. She carefully entered the bathroom and then immediately darted towards the nearest stall. She closed the door behind her and...There it was,a toilet. The sight of it nearly causing Breezie to relax a bit to early. She stiffened up and approached the toilet while trying to take of her pants. Not even bothering to turn back to lock the door,She quickly yanked down her pants alongside her panties. She turned around and plopped down on the toilet seat. The sudden contact with the toilet caused her to finally lose hold over her bladder. All the silence in the bathroom was now completely replaced with the sound of hissing and moaning.
"Haaaaaaah....Ohhhhh...." Breezie moaned as all the urine in her bladder jetted out and splattered against the toilet. She leaned back and closed her eyes,letting out yet another moan. Holding it may have been stressful as hell,But releasing it? That felt so euphoric. So euphoric that she didn't hear the footsteps in the bathroom. It wasn't until she heard the door open that she snapped out of her euphoric state.
"M-Miss Breezie?!" Breezie snapped out of it and her cheeks turned red. There was a Janitor standing there,looking just as wide-eyed as her.
"CLOSE THE DOOR!" Breezie yelled. The startled Janitor quickly slammed the door shut. Breezie tried reaching for the lock and turned it. She leaned back on the toilet and sighed. Now her relief was somewhat overshadowed by awkwardness. Thankfully,The awkward moment wouldn't last much longer,as her stream finally came to an end. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean before tossing it into the toilet and flushing. After washing her hands and exiting the ladies room,she saw the very same janitor standing there. They looked at her and quickly averted eye contact.
"You didn't see anything,yeah?" Breezie asked calmly with a flirty smile. The janitor turned even redder.
"heh...pervert." Breezie said. They wanted to say something,but they ultimately stayed quiet and entered the restroom. Breezie dropped her smile and sighed. She walked away from the restrooms and ran her hands through her quills. She still had a lot of work ahead of her,So she had to put all of this behind her. Hopefully that janitor would keep their mouth,otherwise they'd be fired. |
This was based on a sighting I mentioned in a thread in the experience section https://www.omorashi.org/topic/69722-ashley-mommy-really-needs-to-pee/?tab=comments#comment-1903437
This was a delightful surprise at the bookstore that after a day of major holding the universe decided to grant me a rare sighting. There was this big woman who was walking around the store with this little girl, and she was sort of walking towards the bathroom, but then the little girl starts running and screaming up and down the aisles and the woman starts yelling but trying to be quiet about it but you could hear very clearly what she said "Ashley get back here mommy really needs to pee!" She looked pretty embarrassed when people in the store looked at her when she said that. I couldn't deny that I was smiling to have heard that.
Eventually she managed to get her daughter and then she pretty much pulled her daughter towards the restroom, and I have to admit that I kind of followed them in out of curiosity, and the mom certainly wasn't lying when she said she had to pee, I can say that much!
So I guess sometimes the universe can be gracious like that.
Naturally though after I got home I kept thinking about that sighting over and over again in my mind, and I was wondering what might have happened if the woman didn't get to a bathroom right away! So from that really brief sighting of one woman saying that she had to pee I thought of a fully detailed story, once again a brief sighting in reality inspiring my imagination to something more elaborate. It actually is based a little bit on actual probability though because this was close to when the bookstore was closing and everything like that, and outside of the bookstore there actually are lots of other stores that close around the same time, including food places, and there actually is a fountain outside! So I incorporated all of those things into the story that I hope you will enjoy.
For the record I don't have kids but something about a woman having to juggle kids and a full bladder is a experience that I suspect most mothers probably have, and that having to negotiate with your own daughter with a full bladder must really be a very frustrating situation. This is one reason why I am glad that I don't have kids and that I never plan to! That and the fact that kids really destroy your bladder through the process of giving birth as well. So yeah kids certainly don't make it easier for mothers to relieve themselves!
Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/7698.html
Ashley Mommy Really Needs to Pee!
Stacy had just finished her bottle of water, one of several bottles of water in fact, and happened to be reading about oceanography when all of the sudden all of that wet watery imagery was starting to go to her head, along with all of that liquid that had been going right to her bladder.
"Wow I really need a bathroom bad," Stacy said as she started looking around when she noticed that her daughter Ashley had disappeared. "Ashley where are you?"
She saw that Ashley was down at the other end of the aisle and she began running towards Ashley, but as she began running she could feel all of that pressure in her bladder, all of that liquid sloshing around inside of her, and she started walking more slowly.
"Ashley come over here," Stacy said as she slowly walked towards her daughter.
Ashley started running up and down the aisle and Stacy knew that she didn't have the energy to chase her daughter like that with the full content of her bladder.
"Ashley come over here, mommy needs you to come over here right now," Stacy said sort of tiptoeing over trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling in her bladder.
"Is that your daughter, she is really cute and really nice, it's always good to see children having interest in reading at a young age like that," another woman said as she came over.
"Oh yeah reading is great, I want to encourage my daughter to read as much as possible," Stacy said very subtly pressing her legs together as she tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling in her bladder. "Ashley get over here!" Stacy said as she waved her daughter over. "Excuse me I really need to take care of something," Stacy said as she slowly started walking over towards Ashley motioning for her to come over.
As Stacy slowly approached Ashley that was when Ashley started running again.
"Ashley I am warning you get back over here right now!" Stacy shouted pressing her legs tightly together now barely able to concentrate on anything other than the fullness in her bladder.
"But will you buy me this book," Ashley said holding up a book about the ocean.
"That book looks rather expensive," Stacy said not wanting to get in a big argument with her daughter while her bladder was so uncomfortably full.
"I know but look at all of these great images of the ocean," Ashley said flipping through the pages showing crashing waves and lots of other imagery that Stacy wasn't appreciating at the moment.
Stacy was now dancing around in place and she saw an evil look spread across Ashley's face as Ashley seemed to notice the telltale signs of a full bladder on Stacy.
"But you promised me you would buy me a book," Ashley said. "And I really want this book."
"Ashley can we discuss this later, mommy has something that she has to take care of that is quite urgent," Stacy said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"I think it's pretty urgent that I get this book," Ashley said holding up the book.
"Ashley what I need to do is very very urgent."
"But what is so urgent though?" Ashley said a smile growing across her face.
"Ashley mommy needs to pee!" Stacy said, raising her voice a bit before covering her mouth, as she could see several other people in the store looking in her direction and staring at her, leading her to feel rather embarrassed. "Look just let mommy use the bathroom and then I will buy you that book."
"Do you promise?" Ashley said, and Stacy couldn't believe that she was negotiating with her daughter just because her bladder was ready to explode.
"Yes I promise," Stacy said. "Now come on, I can't leave you out in the store by yourself like that."
As Ashley and Stacy started to walk towards the bathroom that was when one of the employees of the bookstore shook their head. "I'm sorry but all unpurchased merchandise must be left outside of the bathrooms," she said.
"Ashley please put the book down and we will come and get it when you get out," Stacy said as she greedily looked towards and began reaching towards the ladies room door.
"But if I put it down this other girl who wanted it that I took it from will take it and it's the last copy," Ashley said.
Stacy was so close to getting to the bathroom that she didn't know how to negotiate this.
"Why don't you buy the book for me and then we can use the bathroom," Ashley said with a big smile.
Stacy was really embarrassed right now as she looked at Ashley. "Ashley mommy has sort of an emergency here."
Ashley began to frown and her eyes began to water.
"Ashley if you're going to throw a tantrum mommy is not going to buy you that book at all," Stacy said staring daggers at the bathroom door which was only a few inches away. She could see that Ashley was beginning to sniffle and looked like she was about to scream. "Okay Ashley I will buy you the book, just please do not have a tantrum right now."
Stacy couldn't believe that she was negotiating with her young daughter like that but she really needed the bathroom and she would do anything that would get her to the bathroom faster. She looked over at the line at the cash register and saw that it was rather long and began gritting her teeth.
"That's an awfully long line," Stacy said practically whimpering.
"Then I guess we had better get on the line pretty quickly," Ashley said hugging the book and smiling.
Stacy practically wanted to cry as she slowly walked over to the checkout line. She could see that there were at least five people in front of her in line and she could barely stand still as she found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs. The fact that others were staring at her was beginning to make her feel self-conscious.
"Excuse me, I normally wouldn't ask this, but do you think that I could maybe cut you in line as I noticed that you have quite a large number of purchases," she said as she tapped the woman in front of her on the shoulder.
"Oh I am sure that I won't be too long," the woman said smiling as Stacy simply smiled back and continued gritting her teeth. She couldn't remember the last time she had to pee this bad and couldn't believe that her daughter had managed to take advantage of the situation like that.
The woman in front of her took a long time very slowly ringing up the purchases as Stacy stood there holding Ashley's hand and crossing her legs tightly. Finally after the woman in front of her was arguing with the cashier over the prices and getting her coupons out and having to type in manually each coupon code, she finally was done and it was Stacy's turn.
"Please for the love of God hurry up," Stacy said as she handed the cashier the book as she very slowly rang up her purchase and gave her a bag. "Thank you, now come on Ashley this is important emergency," Stacy said as she grabbed Ashley by the hand dragging her along towards the bathrooms but when she got to the bathroom door she found it locked. "No, it can't be locked."
"Attention shoppers the store is now closing, please make all of your final purchases and exit the building," the announcement said over the loudspeakers.
"No this can't be happening," Stacy said as she tried again to open the door before realizing it was futile. Then she looked at the men's room and slowly touched the men's room door. Desperate times call for desperate measures she thought, but unfortunately the men's room was also locked.
Stacy realized that she didn't have any chance of using the bathroom at the bookstore, so she quickly grabbed Ashley by the hand and walked out of the store to see that most of the other stores were also closing. She also saw that there was a big fountain right in front of the parking lot, which wasn't making things any better.
"No no no," Stacy said as she danced in place.
"Mommy mommy can I get some ice cream!" Ashley said as she pointed to the ice cream place.
"Is it open, do they have a bathroom," Stacy said as she walked into the ice cream place to see that there was a big line for the bathroom. "Ashley you just wait here with mommy in line for the bathroom and then afterwards I will get you ice cream."
"But I want ice cream now," Ashley said smiling.
"Ashley I promise I will get you some ice cream but first mommy really really needs to use the bathroom," Stacy said as she got in line for the bathroom.
"Mom when are we going to get the ice cream," Ashley said growing impatient.
"Ashley not now, I need to use the bathroom," Stacy said beginning to worry that she wasn't going to make it. What was it about ice cream that made everybody have to go to the bathroom so much she wondered?
"Why don't I go get some ice cream by myself," Ashley said as she started getting out of the line.
"Ashley we will get some ice cream in just a moment, but first mommy really needs to use the bathroom, now wait here with mommy," Stacy said grabbing Ashley's hand tight before looking at the woman in front of her in line. "If I go get my daughter ice cream do you think you could hold my place in line?"
"But I don't think the other women in line would like that very much," the woman in front of her said as Stacy stared at the front of the line, her eyes practically bugging out of her head in the process. Stacy was practically in tears but she continued to grit her teeth and stand there in line with Ashley who kept jumping up and down.
"Ashley do you have to keep jumping up and down like that," Stacy said as all of that motion was not making things any easier on her bladder.
"I think that I have to go to the bathroom too mom, looking at my book about the oceans kind of made me need to go," Ashley said.
Stacy continue to bear down and hold on for what seemed like an eternity, but what was probably more like 15 minutes, until finally she got into the bathroom stall and was about to rip her pants down. Before she could however Ashley pulled hers down and sat on the toilet.
"Ashley do you think maybe mommy could use the toilet first," Stacy said as Ashley sat on the toilet and frowned. "Okay go ahead, but hurry, mommy really has to go!"
Ashley nodded as she began peeing, which was excruciating for Stacy to hear, but she tried to drown out the sound of her going to the bathroom as much as possible. Once Ashley had finished peeing she continued sitting on the toilet.
"Okay Ashley hurry up so mommy can go to the toilet now," Stacy said practically ready to rip her daughter off the toilet.
"But I have to go number two," Ashley said.
"Do you think maybe you could hold it," Stacy said her eyes practically becoming watery with tears as Ashley sat on the toilet frowning and shaking her head. "Okay but please try to hurry up, mommy really needs the toilet very badly."
Stacy stood there as Ashley started humming her toilet song and she could hear the other toilets in the stalls next to her flushing several times before finally Ashley was done.
Practically pulling Ashley off the toilet Stacy jerked down her pants and panties, sat on the toilet and began peeing so forcefully she began seeing stars as she started letting out sighs of relief.
When Stacy finally came out of the bathroom to find a long line of women waiting and shaking their heads, and one of them even waving their fingers and going tsk tsk tsk, Stacy figured that she had finally had it.
"It was her," Stacy said pointing to Ashley.
"Mom you're embarrassing me," Ashley said.
Stacy simply shook her head and laughed. "I just hope that someday you'll have a daughter just like you," she said, and she hoped that she would live long enough to see that, because there is no greater feeling of payback than grandchildren. |
So this is my first story, and I am open to continue it in a top-down or interactive manner, depending if anyone wants it. I would love to get some feedback and hope you enjoy it!
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Sarah was tall and very well liked, having a super-rich and well-connected family certainly didn't hurt. She had a clique of women who got whatever they wanted, but had to act totally submissive to her wishes... which could sometimes be humiliating, degrading, or simply random.
The interesting thing about Sarah's Sweethearts is that you couldn't apply to join: they would approach you and tell you what to do, and if you listened and did as asked, there was a high chance you could become one with them, and be able to go on expensive vacations paid by Sarah with the rest of the girls.
The university was a sprawling campus that also had a main hall with many auditoriums. On the day in question, Sarah was roaming with a few of her minions looking at the lines of students waiting to be let into exams. She thought it might be funny to check the bathrooms, where she found a reasonably long line in front of the women's room.
Sarah looked at the line of women and conferred with her entourage, deciding to approach a beautiful red-headed girl, named June, slightly holding herself, biting her lower lip, and squirming as she waited. Sarah approached with her friends and introduced herself with a request:
"Hey, I'm Sarah and these are my Sweethearts, and if you want to be one of us, I suggest you get out of line and take this bottle of water."
June nodded and got out of line, adding "I'm June, and I would love to join but I have a test in about 10 minutes though, and it would be nice to go to the bathroom...especially if you want me to drink this because," at which point Sarah interrupted her and said "oh you won't be needing a bathroom today, we have an extra pair of pants for you later if you can't keep your pants dry," she laughed, and added "also you'll need to let us know what auditorium and what time, we will pick you up when you leave."
June bit her lip, nodded, and opened the 0.5 liter water bottle and started to drink between telling them where she would be and when. The girls nodded, and Sarah brought June to her test, and waited with the girls outside of the room. Sarah turned to Laura, one of her entourage, and said "now we wait, drink some coffee, and if she leaves to go the bathroom she's out, and if she comes out withe dry pants then I forsee another bottle and jog her in near future," to which they all laughed and started dealing cards to pass the time.
June had decided the best solution was simply to focus on the test and ignore her bladder. The pressure started to distract her, and she considered getting up, but she really wanted to join Sarah’s Sweethearts so she released a few seconds of pee into her pants. The warmth spread immediately around June’s crotch and she instinctively pulled her knees together and looked down to survey the damage: an orange sized wet patch on her crotch and surely more on her ass. Her face turned red and she took a few seconds to swallow that she had just peed her pants in a room full of her peers, and would need to sit like this for the rest of the test even though she still really had to pee. She concentrated on the test and left without making further mess, to be greeted by the grinning sweethearts outside.
June blushed and went over the group, Sarah asked if she still needed to pee and June said yes, to which Sarah replied “then finish in your pants” and June breathed in, looked down for a second, and looked up as the insides of jeans legs grew wet until just a small strip on the outside of each leg remained dry. Sarah and the group laughed and cheered, then they invited June back to their sorority. Sarah added “you can have two brand new pairs of high price jeans for every pair you piss in, don’t worry about it,” which relaxed June who agreed to follow them back to the sorority.
At the sorority June was given a brand new outfit with tightfitting gray yoga leggings. The girls talked for a few hours sipping on drinks until June asked if she could go to the bathroom, to which Sarah replied “No, sweety, this is a piss pants party for you!”
June blushed at the statement, and Sarah smiled and continued “Every time someone here says the words wet, drink, or bathroom you have to pee 1 second in your leggings, and every time someone says June, sip, full or empty, you have to take a big sip of beer. How does that sound sweety?”
June looked at the faces of the girls smiling at her with anticipation of what was to come, then looked at Sarah and replied: “That sounds fine, give me a beer,” to which the whole group cheered and Sarah went over to put on more vibrant music.
June proceeded to one of Sarah’s friends, Tessa, who was drinking in the corner with Veronica. They greeted her warmly, with Tessa then saying “Your drink looks kinda empty, should I get you a full beer?” and smirked as June maintained eye contact with Tessa as she peed for one second and took two gulps of beer, before replying, with a very tiny wet patch on her crotch “Yes, it seems like I may slowly need a new beer” to which Veronica replied “It’s nice to have you here, you’re being a really good sport, I’ll go get you a full drink” and both June and Veronica smiled at each other as June peed another second in her yoga pants, now creating a thumb sized wet patch. Veronica left to go June a new beer, as Tessa stayed, smirked at June and said “It’s so early and you’re already so wet, how do you think tonight is going so far? And giggled a little.
June peed for another second, with the wet patch now very much visible, albeit small, and starting to expand onto the inside of her leg. June was kind of embarrassed being around so many other women and slowly peeing in her pants based on their commands. Still, she kind of enjoyed the attention and unwaivering acceptance accompanied with her bladder submission. She decided her crotch was wet enough for that second and went to find Veronica.
Veronica was across the room at the drink table, and June was on her way there when a black skinned girl , Gabby, with an Afro stopped her, a group of other women standing with her, and said “I may be one of few black women in this group, but I welcome you June. As a redhead, you’re kind of a minority too, so I hope you have been getting enough to drink, that you cup stays full, and not empty, and that you don’t mind being a little wet” She smiled, and put her hand on June’s shoulder as June pissed two seconds into her yoga pants, now with a wet patch the size of an orange, and took two big gulps of beer, with her first bottle slowly getting to empty.
June continued, self-conscious about her now sizeable wet patch, to Veronica where she asked “Hey Veronica, I need a new beer, and I wanted to know where I should put the empty?” to which Veronica smiled and replied “Hey June, glad you came to find me because I got caught up talking to Larissa, but I have your full drink here” and Veronica winked, and June smiled slightly as she peed another second into her leggings and took the last sip of her old beer, and then repeated “what about the empties” to which Veronica replied “let me take care of that, take your new drink.” The girls swapped glasses, Veronica waited a second to watch June wet herself for another second.
June followed Veronica, taking a drink of water she had brought with her in a water bottle to make sure she didn’t get too drunk. Her pants were wet but she still had to pee, but it was all fine: she could pee her pants on her own if it got really bad. June decided to needed to ask Sarah about when she gets to change, and told Veronica she’d see her soon and set off back to the main room from the staircase Veronica was going down, and found Sarah near the windows talking to Gabby.
Gabby and Sarah were talking “I think she’s a good recruit,” Gabby said to Sarah, who nodded and replied “I think so, and here she is, how’s it going June? Are you getting enough to drink, are the other sisters helping keep your drink full, and are your leggings wet enough yet? The party’s only been going on a little more than half an hour” Sarah snickered and Gabby laughed as June peed 3 seconds into her pants, laughed a little herself, and drank two sips of beer.
Gabby, seeing that she was taking only small sips, reprimanded her slightly saying, “But June, those are only small sips, you need to take full gulps of your drink,” smiling knowlingly, as June peed another second into her panties and yoga pants, now with a wet patch the size of a small watermelon.
June, paused for a second to look at how wet her pants now were, but continued with her intention, “Sarah, speaking of how it’s only been half an hour and my pants are already pretty wet: do I get to change? When, and do you have enough clothes for me?”
Sarah smiled reassuringly, and stated “ Oh June, of course you can change eventually, you get two changes of leggings tonight, and another in the morning. How you decided to distribute your changing is up to you, you’re free to do anything except use the bathroom normally” she smiled as June peed another second into her leggings, her crotch glistening for a slight second, as she took a sip of beer then water, and asked for her first set of leggings.
Sarah brought June to the cupboard by the bathroom, opened a little drawer in the door, and pulled out a fresh pair of leggings. As June grasped for them Sarah pulled them back, saying “But, a condition is you need to a do a selfie with me and your wet pants each time you ask for a change” to which June agreed. So Sarah took out her phone, held it up and told June to smile as she took a picture, with her big wet patch visible in the bottom half of the image. June’s phone rang as she had gotten a group message: the picture of her with Sarah in wet leggings. She blushed and Sarah laughed, as the chat reacted with a few laugh smileys and beer toasting.
Sarah gave June the leggings and June went to the corner to change. She asked Sarah if she had any clean underwear to which Sarah replied “Only one pair until tomorrow for you, and I suggest saving them for when you go to sleep.” June thought about this for a moment and decided this sage advice, so she pulled up her wet underwear and then her new leggings. The panties were so wet that pulling up the new leggings led to them getting a small wet patch on the crotch.
Sarah saw the small wet patch and let out a hearty laugh, before remarking “You can’t manage to not wet them even for a second? They’re fresh, you should really be drinking more if you expect to deal with how wet your pants will be” and smiled as June peed for 4 seconds because she couldn’t stop at three, now with an apple sized wet patch on the crotch of her fresh yoga pants.
June laughed nervously and quickly said goodbye to Sarah, going back to the main room to find Veronica, who she found very empathic and kind. On her way, June was stopped by Larissa, who was a little shorter, thicker, slower, and overall seemed to not like June very much. Larissa, tapped her on the shoulder, and asked “Hey June, are you looking for Veronica while showing us all your wet pants? You should really be aiming for an empty drink, with your fully wet pants and all, why don’t we both kill our beers at the same time?”
June wanted to make a good impression on Larrisa, so she agreed after peeing three seconds in her pants , the wet patch now the size of an orange, she finished the remaining half of her beer at the same time as Larrisa. Larrisa laughed and told June “I guess you’re not half bad, go get us both new drinks and make sure you don’t use the bathroom,” she laughed as she watched June make her orange size patch turn more into a melon as she clearly couldn’t stop it at three and ended up peeing for 5.
June blushed and headed for the drink table to get a new beer for her and Larissa, and as she returned she saw Larrisa standing with Tessa. She quickly gave Larrisa the beer, and as she was turning to leave Tessa said “Why don’t we all toast our drinks, right June, or are you too shy because of your wet pants?” she smirked, and June turned back around, peed another two seconds into her yoga pants, and proceeded to search the outside of the room for Veronica.
Veronica was standing by the laptop DJ with Gabby, drinking beer and laughing. June approached them and they welcomed her warmly, Veronica laughed when June made eye contact and June asked “What?” to which Veronica replied “It’s just your pants were only a little wetter in the picture,” and pulled her her phone to show June on the picture of her with Sarah, “and you’ve only been in your new pants for like 20 minutes” and all three laughed as June peed another second into her drenched underwear.
June relaxed and the conversation moved to more normal topics like movies, philosophy, and music. It turns out that June and Gabby shared a love for metal, and that both Veronica and June loved cats. Occasionally another girl would walk by and mention June’s wet pants, would laugh as June peed a second or two, and then move on and leave them to talk.
As it got closer to midnight, June got tired, and told Veronica and Gabby she was going to get clean pants and underwear, and go to bed. Veronica and Gabby said goodbye, adding that she was cute in her wet pants, and a few other little jests to get her to pee another 5 seconds in her pants before going to find Sarah and go to bed.
As she looked for Sarah, the other girls all snickered as she went by, making a comment here and there about her wet pants that led to her needing to pee another second in her already drenched yoga pants to their delight. Overall everyone was friendly and beyond making her wet herself, no one was in any way cruel to her. June was a little nervous about Larissa, as she had the feeling she did not like her, but she decided not to worry about it. She found Sarah at the far corner of the main room, near the windows, surrounded by a group of girls June hadn’t talked to yet.
Sarah recognized June coming and told her group “a little round of applause for our sweet panty wetting June and her wet wet pants,” which made June blush as she peed another 3 seconds in her pants in front of the group. June quickly interrupted the laughing and clapping to ask Sarah, “Hey Sarah, I think I’m going to bed, it would be nice to have a change of clothes to sleep in .“
Sarah nodded and signalled over to Tessa to come over to the group. Tessa smirked at June as she approached, looking at her soaked pants and then straight into her eyes before turning to Sarah and asking “What do you need?”
Sarah replied to Tessa quickly, saying “June here wants to go to bed, would be a sweety and get her the last pair of yoga pants and new pair of pink panites from the cupboard in the hall?”
Tessa replied “Sure, but I think she should chug a beer with us before she goes to bed.” To which Sarah agreed and the group agreed, handing a fresh beer to June. June was hesitant and asked “are you sure? I already need to pee, and I’m not sure I want another beer.”
Sarah looked June up and down and said “Don’t be silly, of course you’ll drink a last beer with us, and if you need to pee then I see no downside to finishing up in your already wet pants or are you aiming to wet the bed for our amusement?”
Everyone laughed except June, who turned a little red and said “ok, I guess that’s a good plan,” took the beer, and then proceeded to chug it while thoroughly rewetting her pants. Sarah ,Tessa, and the girls all laughed as her yoga pants became very shiny and a puddle formed at her feet as she gulped down the beer.
Tessa suppressed as smile as the puddle grew and as June finally finished wetting herself, Tessa nodded and went to grab her a new pair of clothes. Sarah didn’t leave a second’s pause after Tessa left in smiling at June and saying “new clothes means another picture!” and gave her phone to one of the girls, Laura, who was a slim blonde with long hair and small breasts, who signaled to the girls to stand with June and all smile for the picture. June was bright red even though she had been peeing her pants in front of everyone all night, because this was the first picture where her pants were totally wet to the point there were almost no dry spots at all.
Laura took her sweet time taking the pictures, even taking a few as Tessa had returned with the clean clothes. She wished the group goodnight as her pictures arrived in the group chat, and June quickly went to the bathroom to shower off and change before bed.
June went to her bed, in the same room as many of the other girls on the floor above the main room, and drank a bottle of water before bed to try to sober up, not thinking about her bladder. Back in the main room, the girls were still partying and talking.
After June had left, Tessa and Larissa had started to gossip about why she was going to bed so early. Sarah interrupted and reminded them that June had a very long day, been a great sport, and deserved some good sleep before a humiliating tomorrow. Sarah said goodbye to Larissa, Laura, and Tessa, and went over to Gaby and some other girls.
As Sarah left, Tessa turned to Larissa and Laura and said “so do you think it’s fair that June gets to go to bed so early? When I was new, I hung out here in wet pants until everyone else went to sleep.” Larissa and Laura nodded before Laura smiled and excitedly said “that doesn’t mean she is going to stay dry though” and they all laughed. Tessa suggested, “why don’t we drink and hang out for another hour, maybe smoke a joint, and then we’ll go get some warm water and see if we can’t make her wet at 2am too” to which they all snickered and agreed.
An hour or two later, Larissa, Laura, and Tessa went to the kitchen to get a big bowl and fill it with warm water. They made sure the bowl was deep enough that her whole wrist could fit. They brought this upstairs while Larissa recorded on her phone, and they turned down the light as they got closer to June’s bed. Tessa very carefully removed the covers from June’s left side and slowly moved her hand outside of the blankets. She carefully put June’s hand in water as Laura smiled widely, and they waited with the phone camera fixed onto June’s light pink panties as she laid in bed.
After what seemed like forever but had likely only been 20 minutes, the girls heard a slight “tsss” and excitedly noticed June’s panties and bed getting wetter. Larissa turned up the light on the camera to capture it, and they tried to hold back laughing as June laid in an ever-bigger puddle with ever-wetter panties. After about 45 seconds of non-stop peeing, June rolled onto her back, showing the camera the soaking front of her panties and her face. Tessa started laughing harder, and Laura and Larissa joined in. The laughter was loud enough that it woke June up, who groggily asked “what’s going on, what time is it” only to be answered with laughing from Tessa, Laura, and Larissa.
June’s eyes bolted open and she put her hand on her crotch and noticed she was soaking wet, She noticed she was still peeing, June pressed her hands in her crotch to gain control, but gave up and worked instead of getting her head straight. She proceeded to ask “What the fuck? Now I have to sleep like this?” to which Laura replied “yup, that’s house rules, have fun in your puddle” to which the other girls laughed and left, leaving June there to try to sleep in her soaking wet underwear and bed. |
It had been a long day of just general superheroing and Sam Wilson aka Captain America couldn't wait to just get home, have a beer, cuddle with James on the couch and just generally relax for once.
Joaquín was flying the Quinjet, something that Sam was eternally grateful for, it had been such a chaotic day of dealing with diplomats, super villains and the general press that he just didn't had it in him to fly all the way home. Meanwhile James was on the on the seat across him reading a Lord of the Rings on his Kindle.
"I love what you did with the place!" Sam yelled over the noise of the jet's machinery for the younger man to hear him. James looked up and nodded, trying to be part of the conversation.
Joaquín laughed. "It's freaking cool right? It even came with its own coffee machine.
Of course Sam knew that, he had been drinking that coffee for the whole day, not only to keep himself awake but because it was delicious. One might even said that it was better than Sarah's.
Sam chuckled and took his phone out, he scrolled mindlessly for a while, not really caring about his surroundings. It was just one of those days where there wasn't really something to say to each other. And truth be told Sam kinda liked those moments.
Suddenly the quinjet started to pummle a little, which caught Captain America's and the White Wolf's attention as they both looked up from their respective activities and to Joaquín for an answer.
"It's just a little turbulence guys, nothing to worry about." He said from his seat.
Suddenly, Sam started to feel a bugging feeling to rise up on his lower abdomen. Crap. I shouldn't have dranked all that coffee. He thought.
He kept his thights close to each other. After a long day such as today, this was the last thing he needed. What was the last time he had gone to the bathroom anyways? Since breakfast that morning? That couldn't be right.
Sam looked at James, who had gone back to his book. His focused stare provided him with a little bit of something to distraction himself from the rising pressure on his bladder. How is it even filling up so fast? He wondered. Maybe it was because he had been wanting to go to this whole time but was just now realizing it?
Captain America tapped his foot against the metal floor and turned his head to look out of the window. Exactly how far they were from the base? He thought of asking Joaquín but he didn't meant to come off as impatient. The plane tumbled again which only caused Sam's bladder to shift and ergo to cause the liquid inside of it to slosh against the walls.
The man gritted his teeth, hoping that his partner wouldn't notice his predicament. He looked up at James to confirm but noticed he had moved. It took him seating next to him to realize he was now, in fact, next to him.
"This book is more...childish than I remember it being." He commented.
"Oh I'm sorry, are you too good for the story about elves and magic rings?" Sam smirked to himself. He actually managed to forget about his bladder for a moment, up until another hit of turbulence reminded him.
He gritted his teeth again and James looked at him curiously. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine," Sam lied. "Just tired."
The White Wolf looked at him as if saying "Bullshit" but didn't buged for an answer. Instead he tried another tactic that Sam could totally tell it was a tactic. He stared ahead and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Whatever you say." James said with a voice that dabbled the line between soft and rough.
Sam sighed and looked up. He knew that if the situation got more dire he would absolutely need to tell him what was going on. But that would mean that James, in all his almost pathological devotion to Sam's wellbeing, would alert Joaquín about what was happening which would make him, medically speaking, pretty embarrassed.
And it's not like Sam was easily embarrassed, he felt like making that clear. It's just that he now was in a position where he was supposed to set an example. A lot of people were looking at his every move. And really how bad it would be that Captain America couldn't do as something as simple as controlling his own bodily needs?
So he was dead set on holding it. No matter how much willpower it took. But Joaquín also seemed committed to take the most turbulent route. So this might be a little more hard than originally planned.
Sam looked over at James, who had his eyes shut. In any other occasion he might have enjoyed seeing his boyfriend taking a well-deserved nap but right now, he was using all his attention on keeping tabs on his body.
Suddenly he felt throbbing pulse on his bladder which caused him to 'casually' cross his legs. He could practically feel all the coffee he had consumed that day pressing against the floodgates.
Sam tried and failed to not squirm on his seat, which caused James to open his eyes and question him with a look, but before he could open his mouth he was interrupted.
Joaquín suddenly announced: "We will be landing in fifteen minutes."
Sam nodded trying to seem nonchalant while he calculated if he could actually hold it for that long. Fifteen minutes? Sure, but you had to also factor: the press getting in the way, entering the building and localizing the nearest bathroom and also taking off the Captain America suit in its entirety. That would be at least half an hour, if being generous.
As if noticing his struggle suddenly James said something into Sam's ear.
"Are you sure you can hold it?" He asked. Sam's eyes widened although he shouldn't have been that surprised.
"I don't know" He admitted. Turbulence again, which cause a little bit of urine to leak out ever so slightly. He whined a little.
"I wish I could help you." James said and Sam knew he felt terrible for not being able to alleviate Sam's situation which made him feel terrible.
"It's fine." Sam said. He put on his seatbelt as he saw they were landing which made him even more desperate.
Bucky just offered his good hand and Sam took it. Another wave of pressure hit Sam which make him squeeze his boyfriend's hand. He didn't seemed to mind.
They finally landed and as Sam stood up the gravity did what it was supposed to do and caused all the liquid to accumulate on his lower abdomen. Sam resisted the urge to hold his crotch and just pressed his legs together still holding James' hand.
James guided him through he plane and into intoexit door. Sam tried to act as nonchalant as he could while pressing his legs together as close as he could too. Joaquín didn't questioned it as he wasn't paying that much attention in the first place and wrote off the hand holding as "Work flirting".
Upon hearing the camera's clicking and the voices of the people outside of the quinjet, Sam let go of James' hand and went to the front and waved at the press all while keeping a facade of control.
He went down the stairs with James' following him. Every five steps making him leak a little. He finally reached the ground and walked through the sea of reporters. Avoiding all questions and comments and flashes of cameras.
He finally made it inside the building where the reporters couldn't see him. He was thankful that apparently one of the remoledations that Stark had made to the Avengers coundpound was the not see-through walls And the separate mini compounds for all the "main" (meaning the ones that were on Earth more often and therefore would need their own spaces) Avengers that served as ones own buildings.
Now that he counted with a newfound level privacy, a new wave of desperation struck and this time Sam hobbled over and grabbed his crotch. He felt pants wet. He was at his limit. He felt as if his bladder was about to explode but he didn't think he'll manage to get to the nearest bathroom on time. |
Finally. That certainly took long.
A certain dark-haired elf was staring at the city before her, just under the hill where she stood.
She was a simple adventurer by the name of Nexi Swiftblossom, and after traveling a month on her feet (she preferred it over taking carriages or horses), she finally arrived at her destination.
The Adventuring City of Dramore.
It was named such thanks to a certain ruin it was built over—The Ruins of Galgola, as the scholars named it. Apparently, it was built by some long lost ancient civilization that had disappeared entirely from the surface of the earth. With their technology, they had created what the learned folks call a Living Dungeon—a place where monsters would continually breed and multiply, while guarding treasures that seemingly would keep appearing out of thin air.
As such, it was an ideal place for adventurers to go to, earning the city its name.
A breeze blew the elf's hood off her head, revealing her pretty face to the world. As it did, it also revealed the skimpy black panties she wore under her short skirt.
Not that she noticed. The elf had a tendency not to notice whenever she revealed her undergarments to the world.
Climbing down the hill, she began her final steps towards the city proper.
Pang...
She felt an all too familiar sensation from her lower abdomen.
She needed to pee. Pretty badly in fact. She had been holding it for the last hour.
She didn't like peeing outside so she had told herself that she would only go if she really couldn't hold it anymore.
But now, with the city in sight, she could just walk to the Adventurers' Guild and use the toilet there.
It was the perfect plan.
Or so she thought, until she saw the line of people standing in front of the city gate.
That's right. They need to inspect us first before we're allowed in.
But the line is so long. I don't know how long this will take.
Pang.
Rubbing her thighs together, she took her spot in the queue.
30 minutes later...
At last, she was right at the front of the queue. There was only one person in front of her. Two, if she counted the person being checked by the guards.
Her hands were now in front of her skirt, discreetly pressing into her crotch. She wasn't the only one acting that way. Right across her, on the other line, was a blonde priestess who was clearly pressing her staff between her legs. And then there was the dark-haired girl in front of her, who was gyrating her hips left and right as her fingers dug into her short shorts.
Poor thing... She must be bursting...
The person in front of the girl finally moved, giving his spot for the desperate damsel. The guard began asking his questions and she answered as fast as she could.
It wasn't fast enough, however.
Psshhhh....
Nexi's ears picked up on the hissing sound. As her gaze had focused on the girl's short-clad bottom, she could see a wet spot at the size of a coin manifesting itself.
Well, there goes her dry panties.
Luckily for her, the guard didn't hold her up more than necessary. She quickly scurried off into the gates, running as fast as she could while still holding her crotch.
It was now her turn to speak with the guard.
"Name?"
"Nexi Swiftblossom."
"Occupation?"
"Adventurer."
"Reason for visiting?"
"Exploring the Ruins of Galgola."
"Give me your Adventurer Card, if you would."
She reached into her pocket, taking out a small metal plate with her profile written in it. Giving it to the guard, she waited as the guard examined it, pressing the front of her skirt in the process.
Drip.
Her heart skipped a beat.
A drop just leaked into her panties.
"Hmph, looks fine. Don't make any trouble now!"
Returning her card to her, he finally let her pass.
She didn't run. She kept walking casually to the gates. Hastening her pace would only agitate her bladder—a fact she knew from experience.
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The city was bustling with vigor and energy. The streets were populated with all sorts of people, including demihumans like her. Thanks to that, however, it was tougher for her to make her way to her destination, being blocked and hindered by other people's bodies on her way. Not to mention her limited sight.
Bump
Pshhhhh
A young girl suddenly bumped into her, making the elf leak a good second into her panties. Thankfully, she stemmed the flow swiftly, pinching the flow with her well-trained bladder muscle, though not before dampening the black panties she wore.
And then, said elf realized her slingbag was no longer in her possession.
That girl!
She quickly chased after her, disregarding her own warning of not running when her bladder is full.
Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Every step she took, a drop of pee would escape her tired sphincter. However, it was the least of her concern now. She had all her possessions there. Unlike most adventurers, she could afford to travel light, thanks to the bag being a magical item capable of storing a lot more than its normal capacity. If she lost it, she would have to start all the way from square one as an adventurer.
She weaved through the crowd with impressive agility, all the while scanning the crowd around her for the redheaded girl that had just rammed onto her. Her skirt was fluttering in the wind, giving more than a few men and women glimpses of her slightly wet panties.
There.
With her sharp elven eyes, she found her almost immediately. She was heading to one of the city's many alleyways. No doubt intending to disappear into its depths.
The moment the girl noticed her, it was far too late.
Nexi slammed her body onto the nearby wall.
"My bag. You stole it, didn't you?"
Sure enough, she found a very similar bag slung over her little body.
"I... I... I'm sorry!"
PSSSHHHHHH...
The girl fell down to the ground with her legs wide open. A dark spot swiftly grew on the crotch of her brown trousers, followed by a glistening puddle.
Oh dear. Perhaps I scared her too hard.
The girl quickly gave the bag back to her. She checked its contents first and foremost. After she was sure nothing was missing, she slung it back over her shoulder.
"You're lucky I'm the merciful sort, or else I might have taken your life on the spot. There should be no law forbidding the murder of a thief, is there?"
"Uuu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It's just that... my baby sister... she hasn't eaten in three days..." The thief girl's green eyes began to water.
Sighing, Nexi took out a large loaf of bread from her bag.
"Here. This is for you and her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to be somewhere."
"T-thank you! Thank you so much, Miss Elf!"
Her tears had made way into a smile as her hands gripped the bread the elf had given. For Nexi, that bread was easily replaceable, so she didn't mind parting with it in the slightest. For the little girl, however, it was just like she had been given a bag of gold.
Without looking back, the elf returned back to the main road, hurrying her pace a little.
For she could feel her wet panties in her privates. Thanks to that little chase, she had leaked even more.
She had to make her way to the Guild at once, before she completely lost control. |
Nexi Swiftblossom was in quite the predicament, and one of her own making at that. Her bladder was bursting with need and she was still ways away from her destination and her sweet relief.
As she waded through the crowds of the bustling city, more and more pee leaked into her tight-fitting black panties. Bumping to someone made it worse as it would inevitably lead to a one second spurt of warmth and shame.
She hadn't been this desperate in a while. Last time it happened was when she was doing a bodyguard quest, escorting a noble lady and her mother. She had to go for hours without pee, riding beside them on a bouncing horse on a rough road. By the end of the trip, her panties were drenched wet from her pee, caused by many spurts she let out on the saddle thanks to the bouncy movement she had to endure. And as she waited for her payment, she remembered distinctly that pee drops were trailing down her thighs onto her thighhigh socks.
Not the most pleasant experience to be sure.
There it is. The Guild.
Seeing her destination on the distance, she hastened her pace.
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The Adventurer's Guild was a two-storied building, where the front door immediately gave way to a large lobby where adventurers could chat and mingle with each other as they scoured through the boards for quests to take. That morning, the place was bursting, with around a hundred or so adventurers in the lobby.
And so, when Nexi bumped into someone as she tried to make her way to the toilet, it wasn't that odd of an occurrence.
"Ah!"
"Kyaahh!"
The two girls each fell onto their behinds, with legs wide open, revealing their undergarments to the other party.
Psshhhh...
Psshhhh...
The sound of soft trickle filled the air, barely imperceptible among the loud chatter that filled the air.
Nexi's eyes were drawn to the other girl's rapidly darkening pink panties. On the other side, the girl's eyes were also drawn to Nexi's own rapidly darkening black panties. Blush crept to both girls' cheeks.
She's having an accident...
Oh!
Realizing the warmth between her legs, Nexi quickly closed her legs and pressed her thighs together. Thankfully, she still regained enough control of her sphincter that she managed to stem the flow.
Standing up, her blush reddened as she saw the small puddle she left behind.
"Are you alright? Can you stand up?" She offered her hand to the girl, with the other hand pressed between her legs.
"T-thank you." The girl answered. Her legs were now closed and pressed tightly together, just like Nexi's own legs. And by the lack of a hissing noise, it seemed she managed to stem her own flow as well.
Lifting her up, a few dribbles landed on the elf's already wet panties.
"I-I apologize, but I really need to get going."
The girl bowed in a hurry before awkwardly fast-walking towards the nearby staircase to the second floor. Glancing down, Nexi could see that she too had left her own puddle, and one bigger than hers at that.
She's heading to the toilet for sure. I should follow her.
Knowing that her limit was approaching, she really needed to hurry.
Using her elven sight, she could see the dribbles of pee the girl left behind on her wake. She just had to follow that trail and she would reach the sweet relief she desperately needed for sure.
The second floor. Stairs. That's not good.
Still pressing one hand in front of her skirt, the elf slowly made her way upstairs.
Drip.
Leaking a drop every step she took.
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Ooh, why must it be occupied?
The girl Nexi bumped into was now standing in front of the closed toilet, squirming and writhing in place. Both of her hands dug into her crotch, with a finger pressing into her pee hole.
She had returned from an expedition in the ruins bursting for relief. Not wishing to pee inside the ruin itself, since doing so always earned the risk of monster ambush, she made her way here, since her inn was further away. In retrospect, she should've just peed on the side of the road, but she thought she could hold it just fine until she got here.
That was a grave, grave mistake.
"Please hurry!" She knocked on the wooden door.
"Wait a second please, I'm finishing up here." The voice behind the door replied.
Spuuurtttt.
Psshhhhh...
"Oh gods, I can't hold it anymore! Please!"
"You're an adult. You should be able to hold." The voice replied with an annoyed tone.
"Don't be silly. Even an adult has her limit in holding."
The girl looked to the side to find a dark-haired elven girl frowning at the toilet door.
"You... You're that girl I bumped to before..."
"The name's Nexi." She glanced at the girl. "And yours?"
"A-Alicia."
"Alicia, do not listen to the woman behind this door. Even adults can have accident sometimes. There's no shame in it."
"R-really?" The girl squirmed.
"Really. Even now, my bladder is bursting. I don't know how much longer I can last. But I keep my chin up. If I have an accident, then so be it."
Alicia looked at Nexi in disbelief. How could she be so... composed when her need was as bad as her? She saw her wet panties and puddle when she crashed to her. And even now, there were droplets falling down her crotch as she stood there with her arms folded under her chest.
With a loud creak, the door to the privy opened.
"There. Really, can't a woman have some peace in her relief?"
She too was an adventurer like them, it seemed, judging by her attire. She wore a teal tunic, white coat, and black shorts.
"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Alicia rushed inside and closed the door behind her, leaving only Nexi and the dark-haired human woman staring at each other.
"A newcomer. Careful now. The ruins are merciless."
With those words, the woman left.
Though not before Nexi noticing the glistening on her shorts. |
*psshhhh*
"Ooohh..."
Alicia's groan distracted Nexi from the woman's shorts, as it immediately made the elf let out her own spurt. She shoved her hands between her legs, bending over forward as she did a pee dance in front of the privy door.
...This is bad. The sound... It makes me... Lose control...
*psshhhh*
*spurt spurt spuuurtttt*
Waves after waves of warmth wet her fingers, as droplets after droplets hit the wooden floor. Some trickled down her thighs into her thighhigh socks, dampening the skintight fabric. All the while Alicia peed loudly and shamelessly behind the door, letting out sighs and moans of relief.
I'm... wetting... myself....
Her mind returned to her job with the nobles. Back then, she ended up having a complete accident right in front of the mansion gate, earning giggles and laughs from the guards stationed there.
Would she end up having a similar accident here?
The door burst open. Finally, Alicia was finished.
"Here you go, Nexi! You can use— Nexi. A-are you alright?"
The elf was as rigid as a statue. A puddle was visible under her. Both hands were pressed between legs.
And tears were forming in her eyes.
Silently, she nodded.
Slowly, inch by inch, she moved her legs to the wooden throne beyond the door. Any faster and she would spill the overfilled cup that was her bladder.
And then...
It's full.
The chamberpot... It's filled to the brim with pee.
There is no space for mine.
The dam broke.
She stood in place, watching helplessly as a waterfall of gold escaped her panties.
She didn't speak. She didn't move. She just watched as her bladder slowly emptied. Her socks and boots were soaked and a massive puddle formed under her feet, so much so that it began seeping through.
"Nexi..."
Alicia could only stare in horror as her newfound friend had an accident. Even though she had gallantly defended her from that proud adventurer woman.
When her stream died, Nexi looked at Alicia with damp cheeks and said, "I... need a change."
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Meanwhile, downstairs, the rude adventurer lady were standing in front of one of the billboards. She was reading the quests being offered, deciding which one she'd like to do for her next trip into the ruins. You were forbidden to take more than one quest at once so it'd be fair to the other adventurers.
Her shorts were still glistening a little from her little accident. She had forgotten her morning pee and she spurted quite significantly in them before achieving relief. Thankfully, they were black, so there was no need to change as no one would notice.
*drip*
She felt a drop of water hitting her head.
*drip* *drip*
Two more drops, almost simultaneously.
It was enough to make her look upwards.
Hmm? The ceiling? It's leaking?
*sniff*
Hold on, this smell... this isn't water...
This is pee!
...Oh, those imbeciles! They knocked off the chamberpot, didn't they? It's leaking all the way down here!
Urgh, disgusting! Now I have to take a bath! No way I'm going to let my hair being dirtied by pee!
She made her way back towards the stairs, ready to give the two weak-bladdered adventurers a tongue-lashing.
Only to find Nexi and Alicia descending the same stairs.
She immediately noticed it — the soaked state of both girls' panties. As she was down below, she could look up their skirts clearly. Alicia's pink panties were positively drenched, but it was still nothing compared to Nexi's black panties. The latter actually still released droplets of pee. As the socks and boots of the elf were soaking wet as well.
It was no innocent little spurts in one's panties. No, she definitely had a major accident.
Wait, was it her accident that—
"Excuse me. Please step aside."
It was Nexi's polite plea for her to move that made her snap.
The woman yanked the elf and dragged her to the first floor.
"Look, everyone! This little elf just had an accident!"
With a triumphant smile, she declared Nexi's shame to every adventurer present there.
"What? Seriously? As in, she wet her pretty little panties?"
"Yep, that's right!" The adventurer lady grinned. "She didn't make it to the privy!"
The crowd burst into a laugh. Even the girls and women joined in as well.
It was enough to make Nexi's eyes tear up again. She remained strong however, giving them a proud glare, refusing to give them any show of embarrassment.
"You... You're horrible!" Alicia yelled. "How can you do this to her?"
"Look, her piss dropped from the ceiling right onto my hair. Do you know how long I would need to clean that up?"
"Still, you can't just—"
"It's alright, Alicia. I'll apologize."
To her surprise, Nexi gave the cruel woman a deep bow.
Or so she believed, until she reached forward and yanked her shorts down.
Revealing her stained panties to the world.
The crowd gasped
"You—"
"Hey, look! That yellow stain! She's pissin' her knicker as well!"
The crowd burst into a laugh once more.
And just like that, Nexi achieved her revenge.
"Let's go." She whispered to Alicia, grabbing her hand as she made her way to the door.
"W-wait, you can't just— aaahhhh!"
The woman tripped on her pulled down shorts, causing an even more wild laughter from the crowd.
That day, the reputation of Freyja, one of the Elite-ranked adventurers, was stained yellow forever.
Just like her panties. |
"Begin!"
The rustling sounds of parchment being rolled open filled the room, followed by the scratching of feather pens scribbling on its rugged surface.
Under her seat, Nexi crossed her legs. She needed to concentrate. This exam would decide her future as a scholar.
Back at her homeland, the elf once attended the prestigious Bellflower Academy. Known to be the beacon of wisdom for all elvenkind, every elf who wished to be appointed as state scholars would go there and enroll.
Twenty years. She had spent the last twenty years studying in this place. Away from home and her family.
And all that sweat and blood and tears hinged on today.
She recrossed her legs. The nerves had gotten to her. She needed to pee.
It wasn't just her, however. Glancing around the silent hall, she could see many writhing elven legs just like hers. Students, particularly of the female persuasion, needing to pee during their exams were all too common, thanks to their heightened, tense nerves. It was just like her Natural Science classes said, that a tense woman would produce more pee from her kidneys.
Unfortunately, even with such knowledge, the academy still forbade them from excusing themselves in the middle of their examinations.
And so, it was a common sight to see her classmates running to the nearest bathroom with droplets of pee behind them after a test. And she imagined half of the girls there ended up with at least a wet patch on their panties, judging by how common squirming seemed to be.
Still, no one had ever actually wet themselves during the test. And she had no plans in being the first.
The clock ticked on. The honor student was now in the middle of writing an essay regarding the purification of aetherial fuel. Her bladder had become full, so very full that it became an aching distraction for her. She was now fidgeting actively on her seat, her butt gyrating softly back and forth on the wood.
Suddenly, she froze, her fingers gripping the edge of her feather pen tightly.
Her bladder had just spasmed, threatening a significant leak inside the black panties she wore today. Thankfully, it was satisfied with just a small coin-sized leak.
Some more of said leaks continued to dribble out from her faucet as the clocks ticked on. When there was only half an hour left, her panties were pretty much soaked. She had one hand pressed into her labia while the other continued to write.
It wasn't that odd for her underwear to be in such a state. She could count the tests where her panties remained pristine in one hand. Most of the time, they would be wet and soggy from the leaks she suffered through the entire ordeal.
Twenty minutes left. She saw the girl in front of her standing up. The massive wet patch on her tight-fitting black trousers didn't escape her sharp elven eyes. She made a beeline to the teacher's table, gave him her work, before hurrying out of the room, leaving a trail of droplets behind her.
A sympathetic spurt filled the elf's panties, bringing fresh warmth to her left fingers. She grimaced, gripping her pen even tighter. A small puddle slowly grew between her pristine white thighs, which quickly dampened said flesh as she pressed her legs tightly together. Her thigh high socks became a victim as well, with pee darkening their skintight fabric.
Fifteen minutes left. More and more girls left the room, all with noticeable wetness on their clothes. A girl wore a cloak she had been sitting on the entire exam and that cloak now had a butt-sized wet patch on it.
She, however, refused to do the same. She still had one more question to answer — one more essay to write.
Her bladder, however, disagreed.
A jet of pee fired from her peehole, earning a gasp from the elven scholar. She dropped her pen on the table and jammed both hands into her panties to stem the flow.
No use! It's not stopping!
Was this it? Was she really going to the first to wet herself
Panicking, she decided swiftly on the only course she could take.
She pulled her soaked right hand from under her skimpy undergarments and slammed it back on her parchment, forming a pee blotch on its surface. Still readable but the scent would be all too obvious.
And then, as she peed, she grabbed her pen and continued writing. Just a little more than she would be finished. Then she could run to the bathroom and get the relief she desperately needed.
The warmth continued to speed, pooling on the wooden chair, spreading all over her pert bum. Eventually, after her thighhigh socks were oversaturated with the liquid, the pee overflowed to the floor, little droplets at first until it became an all too obvious waterfall of gold.
Ten more minutes. She only needed just a few more until she could finish her essay.
She tried as best as she could to stem the flow but there was a voice in her mind that told her “Hey! You’re already wetting yourself! Might as well let it all out!” over and over again. To be frank, the pleasure of relief nearly overwhelmed her, eclipsing the embarrassment she was feeling. She gritted her teeth, not allowing a single moan to escape her throat.
Five more minutes. And finally, she finished her essay.
She stood up, dropped the pen on the table, grabbed her paper with both hands, and quickly made a beeline to the teacher on the front. She didn’t even bother to look at the puddle under her chair. She knew it was there, just from the wetness she felt in her boots.
She speedwalked to the front, still peeing, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. It wasn’t droplets like the other girls. It was a genuine trail, left from the obvious golden waterfall falling down from between her legs.
She dropped the paper on the table, earning a judging look from the old professor, before making a beeline to the door.
“Wait.”
Only for him to stop her in her tracks.
“Clean that up.”
She froze, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she turned around, the nervousness making her waterfall flow even stronger than before.
“Miss Nexi, you have violated the cleanliness of this sacred ground of learning. As such, I cannot permit you to leave until you dry every puddle you have left behind. And of course, as punishment, I would have to lower the result of your test as well.”
Her eyes watered as she looked at the professor in disbelief.
Did she — did she hear him right?
Not only did she ask him to stay but he would lower her grade as well?
She had worked weeks, nay, months to be able to answer those questions that well. Studied endlessly in the library, enduring desperation in the process as the bathroom was so far away.
And now, he would take all that effort away?
Her dam burst. She was now peeing full force, her jet splashing noisily to the floor below her.
Enough to catch the attention of the remaining students.
What happened next was a blur.
Perhaps she stood there in shame, emptying her bladder in front of everyone.
Perhaps the other students laughed at her for wetting herself when she was already more than 100 years old.
Perhaps she had to take a towel and wipe her rivers and lakes of pee from the floor, staying there with the professor watching her.
Whatever happened, she knew one thing for sure.
Her accident lost her everything — her future prospects as an official state scholar, her friends, and her family (there was no way she would go back to them after this!). Twenty years going down the drain.
In the end, she left the kingdom for good, going into human lands to further her research.
If one day, she could find a really big and important discovery about the lost civilization of Atlanta, she would finally be able to return home.
But for now, all she could do was run away. |
"Urghhhhh…"
Nexi woke up with a soft groan, followed by a yawn as she stretched her arms upwards. The sunlight streaming from the window above her had tickled her eyelids, demanding the elf to return from her dreamworld.
That's right. She was now in an inn inside a human city. She was no longer in her homeland, inside her dorm room back at the academy.
She cringed. She could feel the obvious wetness surrounding her legs. Sitting up, she looked down and saw a massive dark patch on her white, now slightly yellowed, sheets.
She had wet the bed.
Curse that dream…
Blushing, the elf climbed down her bed. Hooking her thumbs at her pajama pants' waistbands, she pulled it down in one move, revealing her soaked black panties underneath. She then unbuttoned her pajama top, showing her braless small lumps to the world.
The top is salvageable. Only the bottom needs washing.
She walked up to the nearby chair where she had put her day clothes, neatly folded in a pile.
Oh, right. I don't have any more clean panties. I suppose I'll just have to wear these. I've had so many accidents in them I don't even feel itchy anymore when they're damp like this.
I could buy some more new pairs but they're really expensive for some reason. Especially black ones.
She had given up entirely on buying white panties, which were the cheapest ones. Any dribble and the yellow stain would be permanent. And knowing how short her skirt was, said stain could be seen by strangers easily and they would know she was a leaker. And only little girls leaked into their panties.
She put on her skirt, shirt, and cape, followed by her thighhigh socks and boots. Unlike her panties, she did have a change ready for them both after her… accident yesterday.
Exiting the room, she headed straight downstairs. She had to inform the innkeeper of her accident. And, most likely, pay her extra for the mess.
ㅤ
"Good morning! What can I help you with, Miss?"
That morning, the front table was attended by the innkeeper's daughter, One of two, actually, since she had twins when she gave both to them. She wore a casual faded white shirt with a long brown skirt, the latter matching the color of her waist-length hair and eyes.
She was sitting down when the elf arrived but she quickly stood up when she saw her coming.
“I would like to inform you of something. I… had an accident."
The elf's cheeks burned red as she spoke her words. Bedwetting at her age? She's already 50 years old for gods' sake, not a little girl anymore!
"An accident?" The girl tilted her head as she crossed her legs under her skirt. "Ah! You mean you wet your bed last night!"
"Please don't say it out loud… I…" Nexi averted her gaze, holding her arm with her hand. "It doesn't usually happen. I… had a nightmare…"
"A nightmare?" She giggled, putting the back of her hand to cover her mouth. "Must be really scary, huh…" She leaned forward, her boots moving up and down as she lifted her legs back and forth. "So, what's it about?"
"W-well, it's about…" She stopped. Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized she almost told a complete stranger that she wet herself in her exam.
"Ooh, that kind of wet dream!" She winked. "I understand! Sometimes, it happens to me too…" She whispered with a conspiratorial tone. "Well, don't mind the extra payment! The cleaning job is on the house!"
Nexi looked at her with disbelief. Really? She wasn't going to charge her extra for peeing in her bed?
"Now, off you go!" She shooed her with her hands. "Breakfast awaits! Just to your left!" She grinned, pointing at the direction.
Nexi didn't say anything further. She wouldn't bite a gift horse in the mouth after all.
As she made her way to the tavern, however…
"Ooh, when is Mother coming? I can't hold it for much longer…"
She saw the girl bent over behind her desk, holding the front of her skirt with both hands.
Ah, so that wasn't excitement. She just needs to pee.
"You should go." She told her with a stern look. "I can keep watch over the desk if you want."
"R-really?" The girl brightened. "T-then please do!"
Without hesitation, she ran past the elf, heading straight to the privy room at the back of the tavern.
Leaving a series of suspicious droplets on the wooden floor.
Poor girl… She must be bursting…
ㅤ
Nexi sat there for about fifteen minutes or so, until the girl returned; an all too relieved expression on her face. A suspicious wet patch was visible on the front and back of her skirt and a slight scent of pee emanated from the fabric.
"T-thank you, miss!" She curtsied. "I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life!"
Nexi raised her eyebrows. She didn't think she did anything special.
"Don't mind it." She sat up. "We're both girls after all. And girls need to stick up with each other."
And by that, she meant sticking up to your fellow gender whenever they were in need of a pee. Thanks to their weaker bladders, it was all too common for one to encounter a girl desperately in need of relief, whether you were a peasant or a royalty.
"A-Ah… you're right, Miss!" She smiled. "You're absolutely right!"
"Well, I'll be taking my breakfast now."
With those words, Nexi left the girl, who really didn't know how to feel. She was a bit scary with that stern look of hers but at the same time she's really kind as well. She saved her from wetting herself!"
I'll remember your name, Miss Nexi… She thought with a smile. |
Inside the tavern, Nexi quickly took one of the corner tables. After giving a quick look of the menu, she rang the bell put there, calling the waitress over.
"Coming, Miss!"
The girl who approached the table was the twin sister of the girl from before. She wore pretty much the same outfit as hers, with the difference only being the dark apron she wore in front of her brown skirt.
"What will it be, Miss?"
She had a small notebook and a pen on her hands, ready to joy down the order she gave her.
"Yes, I would like the vegetable soup with some bread on the side, please. Oh, and a cup of jasmine tea as well."
"On it, Miss!"
She swiftly wrote her two orders down before walking away, giving Nexi a nice view of her behind. That, and the fact that she had a wet spot just where her faucet should be.
Hmm, how curious… She needs to pee too yet she wasn't fidgeting like her sister. She might just be better at holding it.
… Oh, nevermind… that tense gait… that's her telltale tale that she was bursting…
She shook her head. Poor thing. How could their mother do this to them?
She didn't offer her help this time, however. She didn't know the slightest thing about becoming a waitress after all.
ㅤ
Soon after, the girl returned with her tray. She served the tea first, followed by the soup and bread.
"Here we are!" She smiled, pressing the now empty tray to the front of her dress. "Anything else, Miss?"
"No. That would be all."
With a curtsy, the waitress excused herself. She left her on her own, with the wet patch on her bum twice the size it was before.
Nexi sighed. She only hoped she made it all the way through the morning rush.
ㅤ
The elf sat there for about an hour or so, taking her time with her meal and drink. Especially the latter. She found the taste absolutely delicious, to the point that she drank another cup. And another. And another. Until she had five cups in total.
As for the poor waitress, she was thankfully relieved by her mother soon (no pun intended), though not before she had to waddle to the privy, leaving a trail of pee behind her that her mother had to mop.
She let out a sigh, putting down her final cup. It was time for her to leave.
Tch.
The moment she stood, she felt a pang on her bladder. That's right. I haven't relieved myself this morning. And jasmine tea does have a strong diuretic effect…
She bit her lip, cursing herself for losing control by ordering that many cups. She just couldn't help it. She loved the taste that much.
Before she could leave for the privy, however, she had to pay for her meal first.
Her eyes scanned the room. The older woman wasn't there. How odd.
Well, I'll just pay later. For now, relief.
Now, where is the privy? I was pretty sure the bursting waitress went this direction…
She walked to the back of the tavern. And there, in the corridor that linked it with the kitchen, she found it–the privy.
Only, there were already three women standing in line for their turn: two were adventurers like her while the last one was the mother of the bursting twin from before.
I guess she needs to go as well…
…
No. I can't be bothered. I'll just hold it until I'm on the road. I'll do my business there.
She was no stranger to peeing outside after all.
ㅤ
She made her way to the front desk, paying for her meal there. With a smile, the girl there thanked her, wishing her luck in her adventurers. She had yet to forget her save after all.
Once outside, she made her way to the south wall. There should be a small gate there that directly led to the short mountain passage that would bring you to the ruins.
When she arrived there, she was greeted by the sight of a closed gate, with guards standing around, giving her a look of suspicion.
She raised her eyebrows. Did something happen? Why was the gate closed?
Unfortunately for her, she miscalculated one thing.
She needed a permission to enter said ruins.
You couldn't just walk there and go pass the gate. The ruins were considered a treasure of the city. As such, only authorized people were allowed to visit and research it.
When she walked up to the nearest guard and asked, that was the answer she received.
A-a permit? Are you serious? Who does that with a ruin? Those were constructed by my forefathers. You humans can't just forbid me from accessing it!
… was what she wanted to yell to the guard. But she stopped herself. No point in doing so. It would just get herself arrested.
"Go to the city hall if you want a permit." The guard then said.
The city hall?
She groaned silently. The city hall was smack dab in the center of the city. She would have to walk all the way back there. Took her half an hour to get here. Not to mention that her need to pee was getting pretty bad to the point she was squirming as she spoke to the guard.
But, she had no choice. She didn't see any privy around. She had to wait yet again until she made it to the town hall.
ㅤ
The return trip ended up being a lot worse on her. The nagging had turned into actual, overpowering need that demanded to be taken care of. She had to stop multiple times just to press her hands between her legs or else she risked a leak. The chilly morning wind didn't help matters either, blowing up her skirt every chance it got.
Oh how she regretted leaving the inn without relieving herself. |
The city hall stood like a towering golem; a massive behemoth of five floors made out of smooth rock and marble. A lot of taxpayer's money had gone to its construction, and a lot of dwarven sweat as well. A castle of bureaucracy; a symbol of power and wealth. All thanks to the mayor who had ruled for the last twenty long years.
When Nexi arrived, she had to first climb up the welcoming series of steps to the front door. Guards stood to the left and right like scarecrows, unmoving and unflinching even as the wind battered them. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Nexi, as she had to stop every time the gale blew, both to keep her skirt and to keep her panties dry. She was, unfortunately, pretty much on the brink, just like she was yesterday when she arrived in the Adventurers' Guild.
Thankfully, only a few droplets escaped until she could make it inside the building.
Her eyes scanned the hall. A veritable show of human lavishness: a golden chandelier above; a gnome-woven crimson carpet below. Across the room a pair of receptionists in their flawless uniforms, sitting behind their mahogany desk. A blonde and a dark-haired maiden: the former having her hair cut to her shoulders; the latter having it flow freely down to her waist.
No sign of the privy. She had to ask them then.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me where the privy might be?"
The first to look up from her book was the blonde-haired receptionist. Immediately, a look of annoyance was drawn on her face.
“I’m sorry, but the city hall is not a public privy. Only visitors with actual, important business are allowed to use the facilities. If you have not such a thing then I suggest you leave immediately.”
Nexi frowned. This girl… what an arrogant, little—
“For your information, I do have a business here.” Nexi stopped herself from slapping her in the face. “I wish to obtain a pass to research the ruins.”
The receptionist huffed. “What are you? A scholar? Well, not my business. Go to the fourth floor and speak to the nice lady there.”
“And the privy?”
“All of them are out of order except for the one in the fifth floor.” She grinned mischievously. “Some kind of clogging or something. Those dwarves have been working at it all day. I wouldn’t bother going there if I were you though. It’s the mayor’s private privy. It’s sealed with magic that only she can release.”
“…I’ll take my chances.”
Without any further words, Nexi made her way to the nearby staircase, pressing her hands between her legs all the way through.
Right at the bottom of the neatly carpeted obstacle, Nexi cursed under her breath.
Five floors. Five tall, agonizing floors she had to endure before she could reach the promised land. And once she was there, she would have to utilize her runic expertise to unlock the sealed door. Normally, such a thing would be a cinch to a scholar her level, but when she was this close to having an accident…
No sense thinking about it. She just had to do it. One step at a time.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
A smile appeared on her face. This wasn’t so bad! As long as she remained ginger with her steps, she should be able to make it there dry!
She soon reached the second floor. Just three more floors to go!
Only to find a familiar face standing in the middle of the next series of stairs, blocking her path.
“You!” Both of them said simultaneously.
That teal clothing, that short black hair, those black short shorts…
It’s that awful woman from the Guild!
She remembered it like it was yesterday (because it was), how she mocked her for having an accident. Even though she herself wet those shorts of hers a little.
“What are you doing here?! Ugh, doesn’t matter. Get out of the way! I’m busy!”
“No, you’re the one who should move.” Nexi fired back, narrowing her eyes.
“Damn it! I don’t have time for this!”
And then, she noticed it—the not-so-subtle way she was squirming and dancing in the spot, pressing her hands into the front of her shorts.
She needed to pee. Badly. Just like her.
The woman powerwalked down. Before Nexi could protest, she shoved the elf to the side using her shoulder.
“Oh no you don’t!”
Nexi retaliated. She grabbed her cape, forcing her to stop in her tracks. But only momentarily, as she quickly found out that the strength of the woman was too much for her to compete with.
Resulting in her losing her footing, falling down the stairs, right on top of her.
The two crashed, with the woman landing face first on the floor and Nexi right on top of her.
Resulting on what could only be described as a simultaneous accident.
No one knew whose piddle tank gave up first. They only knew that warmth began to pool inside their panties, seeping through their skirt and shorts, forming a puddle of shame between their legs.
Nexi’s cheeks turned beet red. Another accident. And in front of her again.
But, at least, this time around, she wet herself as well.
The two remained in that awkward position until they emptied their bladders. They couldn’t stop themselves. Their dams had burst, and with it, a sublime pleasure enveloped their entire bodies.
Only once the woman spurted her last pee that she rolled over and pushed Nexi away.
To Nexi’s surprise, her cheeks were burning. And was it just her or did she look like she was about to cry?
“You… you idiot!”
She slapped her. So hard that it actually knocked her unconscious.
The last thing Nexi saw before blacking out was the tears trailing down from her eyes. |
When Nexi opened her eyes, she was somewhere else entirely. She was no longer on those steep and tall stairs. She was instead in some room, laying down on top of a soft, white bed.
“Urgh… what… what happened?”
“You wet yourself on top of me, that’s what.”
She looked at where the voice came from, only to find that it belonged to a face she was all too familiar with.
“You… why are you here?” She narrowed her eyes.
“Are you serious?” The woman groaned. “Don’t tell me that you lost your memories or something from that accident! You didn’t even hit your head! You used my body as your cushion, remember?”
Nexi blinked, her brain slowly processing the words she had just heard.
And almost immediately, it all came back to her.
The arduous climb on the tall, towering staircase… the unfortunate meeting with the adventurer woman… and the crash… resulting in both of them losing their tenuous grip on their bladders…
And the woman slapped her for it, knocking her unconscious.
“You… you slapped me…” She narrowed her eyes towards the woman.
“Tch, it’s your own fault!” She raised her voice in return, looking sideways with a blush. “Why must you be so stubborn? If you just let me walk through…”
“I can say the same to you…”
“Shut up! You have no idea how embarrassing it was asking those two receptionists for a room so you could rest! I had to endure them giggling at my soaked pants!”
At those words, Nexi’s eyes landed on the crotch of the woman. Sure enough, she could see how her short shorts were soaked from her pee. Still, thanks to the dark color, she didn’t think it was too noticeable.
Just like the wet skirt and socks she was wearing now.
“Why are you here anyway?” The adventurer woman crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you came here just for the privy!”
Nexi paid her a short glare, considering whether she wanted to tell her or not. “I wished to obtain the permit. For the ruins.”
“Eh? The permit?” The adventurer woman raised her eyebrows. “Ah, of course. You’re a newcomer to the town after all.”
“I’m a scholar.” Nexi continued. “I need to research the ruins to prove whether my hypothesis was correct or not.”
“And that hypothesis is…”
“You won’t understand. You’re just an adventurer after all.”
“...Wow.’ The adventurer woman rolled her eyes. “And here I thought I’d give you a chance. Turns out your kind really is full of arrogant, ‘loves to smell their own farts’ bastards.”
“The same can be said for you.” Nexi replied coldly. “You… who laughed at another’s misfortune… I’m glad this time around, I made you wet your pants too…”
Sparks seemingly appeared out of thin air as the two glared against each other.
“It wasn’t my fault, you know, that I wet myself like this. I just had a long meeting with the mayor and when I was done, I was bursting for the loo. I tried to use the privy near her office but it was locked. And the bitch refused to allow me in.”
Nexi paused. Wait, was she talking about the same privy as the one she was going after?
“I could’ve unlocked that, you know. If only you didn’t push me away, we could’ve made it.”
It was then the turn for the adventurer woman to pause. She opened her mouth, wanting to say that there was no way she could dismantle the runes protecting the door.
And yet, looking at her firm, serious glare… she couldn’t in good faith say that she doubted her ability. She was a ruin scholar and that meant she should be an expert at disabling magical protections. Dismantling the privy’s barrier should be child’s play for her.
‘...Look, I’m sorry. For pushing you like that. And for laughing at you for having an accident yesterday.”
Nexi raised her eyebrows. An apology? She didn’t expect that from her. Not in a thousand years.
“Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? The name’s Isolde. Isolde Faulkner. Pleased to meet you.”
She stretched her hand towards her, waiting whether she would take it or not.
Nexi hesitated. Should she really forgive her? Just like that?
But, in the end, she returned her handshake.
“Nexi. Nexi Swiftblossom.”
And thus, from a pair of soiled shorts and skirt, a new friendship was born. Or, at the very least, an acquaintance.
“Well, Miss Nexi, if you wish to get to the ruins, then you’ll need me to act as your bodyguard.” She smiled confidently at her. “I’m one of the many adventurers employed by the city to keep eggheads like you from killing themselves. In fact, that’s why I came here this morning, meeting with the mayor to talk about my pay. I managed to get a raise, you know.” She grinned.
“Oh really?” Nexi narrowed her eyes.
“What? You think I’m lying to you? I’m hurt, Miss Swiftblossom.” She faked a pained expression.
“Then, let’s go to the fourth floor office,” Nexi suggested. “We’ll register there together.”
“Wearing these wet pants?”
“Going back to the inn would take too long,” Nexi replied. “We might as well just swallow our pride and get it over with. I’m sure it won’t take long until the entire city knows we wet ourselves in the city hall.”
Isolde paused, feeling up the wet shorts she wore with her hand.
“Oh, fine! To heck with it!” She declared. “Let’s go! Now! You can walk, right?”
Nexi nodded. “You hit me, yes. But you didn’t hit me that hard.”
“Good. Then, let us be on our way.”
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True to her word, the receptionist on the fourth floor quickly recognized Isolde the moment they walked up to her, hastening the registration process considerably. But, to their surprise, she didn’t mention their wet pants in the slightest. Does she not notice? Or…
A waft of fresh pee entered Nexi’s nostrils. Oh. I believe I know why she doesn’t say anything. She has wet herself as well behind that desk. I suppose the other privies being in repair will eventually lead to this outcome.
Giving her a sympathetic look, she took the permit from her hand, which was just a piece of parchment with the seal of the major.
“Now… we should return to our inns and change.” Isolde said. “It’s too late to go now so tomorrow, we can meet up at the south gate.”
Nexi nodded. “Deal.”
“Oh, And try to be there with an empty bladder,” she added with a small smirk. “No privy for either of us to use once we’re there. And peeing inside the ruins would be a crime punishable by death. The mayor doesn’t want leaky scholars to make the place stink with pee.”
“The same to you, Miss Faulkner,” Nexi smirked back. “I doubted she would agree with her adventurers relieving themselves on such a priceless heritage site.”
The two looked at each other for a few moments, before bursting into a giggle.
Their simultaneous accident really had forged a friendship out of them, it seemed.
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A/N:
The best way to make friends = Wet your pants together. |
“Ready?”
“Yes, let us depart.”
Nexi met up with the adventurer woman the next morning. And this time around, she actually made sure to empty her bladder after all the morning tea she drank. She probably made the poor waitress leak under her skirt in the process though, seeing how she was right behind her on the line, squirming and squeezing on her privates.
“You’ve emptied your bladder, right?”
"Of course. I won't repeat the same mistake."
"Just so you know, it's forbidden to relieve yourself inside the ruins. You'll ruin the priceless architecture."
"I know that." She paid her a glare. "I am no amateur in archeology." Eyeing her up and down, the elf then said, "How about you? Have you emptied your bladder?”
“Hmph.” She huffed, crossing her arms as she put her weight on her left leg. “Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve emptied my bladder twice, once right after I woke up and another after I had my breakfast. It’s now as empty as it can get.”
What she didn’t mention was that she had a tiny little accident in her bed that morning. She woke up in the middle of her bladder relieving itself, forcing her to jump out of the bed and use the chamberpot underneath immediately.
She didn’t wet her bed. It was just the crotch of her panties and pajama pants. That, a little wet island on her sheets. The accident was so much of a non-accident that she didn’t bother telling the innkeeper about it.
“Good.” Nexi replied, eyeing her skeptically, still remembering how she peed herself just from crashing with her. “We’ll have to hold our waters there. Try not to squirm so much.”
“Heh, I can say the same thing to you, Miss Elf.” A small smile surfaced on the adventurer’s face, remembering the elf’s own accident.
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The journey took the two about 2 hours, give or take. The road they took was quite smooth. Not large in the slightest, clearly designed more for feet than horses or wheels, but it was comfortable enough that they made it to the ruins without any aches on their feet or legs. Clearly, Nexi wasn’t the first, and the last, scholar that would visit the place.
“Here we are. It’s pretty nifty-looking, isn’t it?”
A round structure now stood before them, its aging white walls covered with green moss and vines. Its composition immediately reminded Nexi of the many ruins she had visited before. Some would struggle to describe what it looked like but Nexi knew exactly what the place was. It was an indoor garden, designed as a place to cultivate plants and flowers outside of their natural habitat. Though, of course, in its current state, it could scarcely do so, having half of its roofs and walls missing. The outside air would come in, ruining the perfectly filtered atmosphere
There was no doubt about it. This ruin belonged to the ancient civilization she was writing her thesis on.
"What are you standing there with your mouth open for? Come in. I'll show you around."
Nexi quickly sprinted after the female adventurer, not wishing to be left behind.
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The interior of the ruins was even more impressive than its exterior, boasting a structural style you could not find in any settlement the elf had traveled through over the years. The corridors were long and wide, almost maze-like. It always made her wonder why the Ancients would construct their buildings in such a way. Don't they fear getting lost themselves?
"Follow me," the adventurer said to her as they traversed the corridors, their steps echoing in the suppressive silence of the ruins. "Trust me, you don't want to get lost. There are a lot of Sentries around here."
Sentries. The term the people of this era used for the various machineries guarding the ruins of the previous age.
The two eventually arrived at a large, grassy room. A giant tree rested in the middle, its fresh green leaves seemingly sparkling under noon's sunlight seeping from the hole in the ceiling.
"You can start your research from here." The adventuress declared, her arms wrapped under her chest. "It should be safe here. If you wish to move to a different room, wake me up."
Yawning, stretching one arm over her head, the woman plopped her butt on the grass before letting her body fall completely.
"Really?" Nexi narrowed her eyes. "You're just going to sleep? Aren't you supposed to guard me?"
"Eh, I'll just get in the way." She waved her hand nonchalantly, not even bothering to open her eyes. "Just yell if anything happens. I'll wake up in an instant. Don't you worry."
The elf could only reply with a shake of her head and a sigh, resting her hands on her hips in the process.
It's fine. I can defend myself with my magic if anything happens.
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For the next two hours, nothing happened.
Well, other than Nexi examining every inch of the tree, taking every note she could in her little pocket book.
All the while she could feel her bladder slowly filling, enough to make her press her thighs here and there. She was pretty sure that by the time she finished, she would be brimming to her ears in pee.
But, she just had to bear it. Even if the floor was dirt and grass like in this room, she couldn't just crouch down, pull her panties to the side, and release her water. It would be unbecoming for a scholar like her.
Once she was satisfied, she walked up to the sleeping adventuress, intending to wake her up.
Oh my…
The woman had her thighs rubbing against each other, one hand resting on her crotch while the other was scratching her lower stomach.
She needs to pee too…
There was nothing weird about it, of course. A woman usually would make five trips to the lavatory every day. If you relieved yourself in the morning, it was only natural you'd need to go again once noon came.
"Hey, wake up. Wake up!"
Realizing that her words weren't making any effect, the elf decided that a little kick to her body would do the trick.
Only, she kicked right as the woman turned to face her.
Making the tip of her book land right into her bladder.
"U-urgh…"
The adventuress groaned, moving her body back to its original spot.
But without a dark spot spreading on the seat of her denim shorts.
Her eyes fluttered open. She quickly sat up, looking up at the elf.
"You're done?"
"...Yes. I'm done. Let's move to the next room."
"Good. I know just the perfect place for us to have lunch."
And just like that, she stood up.
Does she not notice the wet patch she now has on her shorts? |
Rudi
It was the warmest Saturday morning for all of October. It was looking like it was going to be a cold and dreary fall, but today was 20 degrees celsius (or 68 degrees for my American friends) and Rudi was definitely going to take advantage of it. She had woken up earlier than usual today, and had decided to go for a nice long jog. She changed into her favourite blue sports bra, blue sport shorts, and put on her blue running shoes (she liked everything matching). She left a note to her kids saying she would be back at about 11 o’clock. That would give her three hours to run. She also grabbed a plastic water bottle, to stay hydrated. She left in a hurry, knowing that a nice day like today would attract quite a few people who wanted to go for a run in the sun while it lasted. Because of this, Rudi didn’t go to the bathroom in the morning. She didn’t have to go, anyway.
Drinking a cup of coffee before leaving, Rudi locked the door and set off.
She thought it would be a good idea to go to the park about fifteen minutes away from her house and just do a few laps around the trails in it, as one lap of the park was almost an hour. There were also water fountains at regular intervals around the park so water wasn’t a problem.
Rudi started off at a good pace and jogged around the park, looking at plants and trees and overall enjoying the run. She drank her water regularly and refilled it at each drinking fountain. Rudi briefly worried about what might happen if she had to go to the bathroom, but dismissed the thought, thinking that there would be porta-potties beside the paths. This would be saved for a last resort, as Rudi hated any toilet that didn’t flush.
After about thirty minutes, Rudi started seeing increasing numbers of other joggers, which Rudi thought of a challenge. She was determined to keep at the same pace as the other runners, so she drank more water to stay hydrated.
Almost an hour after Rudi first left the house, she was coming up to the start of the trail. She saw the public outhouses and realized that she needed a pee somewhat, but she had hit a sort of groove running and didn’t want to stop now. She vowed that she would complete another two laps of the park before stopping for anything other than water. Fitness was her most important concern right now. Every twenty or so minutes Rudi would spot a porta-potty, but they almost always had at least a few people waiting outside and Rudi didn’t really have to go. She was probably a two or three out of ten on the desperation scale, which meant she was feeling the urge, but didn’t want or need to stop.
Rudi eventually came around to the start of the trail again and her bladder was really bugging her, but she wasn’t going to break her stride just so she could pee. She was actually feeling so confident about her pace that she decided she could do four laps instead. She sent a quick text to her kids saying she was going to be out a bit longer than expected and to expect her back at 12. Rudi chugged the rest of her bottle, and recycled it. No use carrying a bottle around anymore.
Even though Rudi was having a good time running, her bladder was bothering her quite a bit now. When she crossed the bridge over the stream, the roaring water made her need to squeeze her thighs together quickly, but she was still going to continue running. She would, however, stop at the main bathrooms next time she passed the start if the line wasn’t too long. No reason to become desperate if there were bathrooms nearby.
A few minutes later Rudi realized that even though porta-potties were supposed to be places to relieve yourself, they were just making Rudi need to pee more. Seeing other people relieving themselves made Rudi’s bladder jealous, and sent much stronger “I need to pee” messages to her brain. Her tight running shorts were definitely not helping either, as they were pushing directly on her bladder.
Rudi came around the final bend of the trail, to see large lines of anywhere between 12 to 20 people waiting in line FOR EACH STALL. This was getting crazy. Rudi was at a six or a seven out of ten now, meaning every few steps she had to squeeze her thighs together to stop from leaking. If she saw a bathroom with less than four people in line, she had to use it. No matter how disgusting it was, it was better than peeing her pants. Seeing everyone lined up just made it worse. Rudi was now at a solid eight out of ten. She was now desperate. Her thighs had to stay clenched and her hands were balled into fists at her sides. Rudi no longer cared about running as fast as she could, her only concern was finding a bathroom. She quickly considered waiting in line for the public bathrooms, but the lines were just too long. Her only hope was to find a vacant porta-potty, or at least one with a short line.
Twenty minutes later, Rudi was seriously considering holding herself. It would be extremely embarrassing, but it would help hold her piss, which threatened to come out at every step. She had just caught sight of one of the porta-potties when her bladder spasmed.
A hot, wet spurt of pee spurted out of her bladder. At this point, Rudi couldn’t afford to be discreet. She jammed her hands into her crotch and clutched herself in the middle of the trail for about twenty seconds without moving. When Rudi felt she could safely let go of her crotch and clenched her fists at her sides again. She shuffled/waddled to the back of the line for the porta-potty, and squirmed in place while she waited.
Everyone ahead of her must have had to poop or something, because Rudi had only moved up two places in line. She was going to have to find somewhere else. Two additional spurts had dampened a dime-sized wet patch on her shorts, but unless you stared right at it you wouldn’t notice it.
Rudi reluctantly left the line and shuffled along the path, hoping to find another bathroom.
The next ten minutes were pure torture for poor Rudi. She ever so slowly waddled down the trail, blushing at questioning looks from strangers. God, if only they knew how desperate she was.
All of a sudden, Rudi was slammed into from behind. Someone had accidentally bumped into her from behind. The unexpected movement caused Rudi to leak for a solid three seconds before regaining control.
“Whoops, sorry!” The stranger said, before resuming jogging.
Rudi knew that she was 100% going to piss herself. Continuous spurts had left a baseball sized stain on the front of her pants. Rudi was at ten. Her only hope was to waddle as far as she could away from the trail before she pissed herself in the middle of a busy trail.
Unfortunately, her bladder had had enough. She started peeing uncontrollably on the side of the path while blushing furiously. She was a grown woman. She shouldn’t be pissing herself in the middle of a public park.
And so that was how Rudi found herself peeing in her favourite shorts, with her thighs clenched and hands balled into fists, at the side of a running trail filled with people. |
Lately, I have had little motivation to do anything. Classes won't start in a while, so I have a couple of weeks filled with nothing. No job. Nothing. Whenever I spend time on YouTube, I stumble on the Wilbur Soot song Internet Ruined Me. It hits way too close to home, and I have to shut my laptop. Then, within half an hour, boredom pushes me to open my laptop again. Such is existence in the void, I guess.
On some days YouTube does not help. On those days I intermittently curl up in a ball in my chair, or lie on my bed and stare at a wall or the ceiling. I think about life and the choices I've made, about the things that keep me up at night. Of course, the thoughts often get so intense I have to get up and walk around the flat for a while. Once my mind is calm again, I return to my chair or my bed.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday was exciting. Yesterday I was staring into the uneven whiteness of the ceiling. I was thinking about what I might like to do that day. It was around ten o'clock in the morning, I think. It was raining outside. Slowly, the loud banging of raindrops against the steel window sill began to fill my mind, and I started to feel a strong drowsiness coming over me. For a few minutes, I fought back, but I already felt like my head was falling through the covers. Soon enough, I could see ripples on the ceiling, as if it were a puddle in the rain.
The ripples spread shades of red and blue across the ceiling above me. There was a distant drumbeat in the background. My head fell through the soft orange covers on my bed and I sank into warm water. I sank past all sorts of colourful tropical fish and I could breathe in the water that smelt like raspberries. Slowly, the colours turned into a cold, blue-green, ever darkening abyss. I could feel the pressure from the water around me squeezing me tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until a deafening clatter drowned everything out as I felt my head split.
I opened my eyes and cursed in pain. I had hit my head against the corner of a bedpost in my sleep, apparently quite hard. How does that even happen? The cool and moist air flowing in through the open window did not exactly help me feel better. I checked the time and saw that I had been asleep for three hours. I did not feel rested at all. My arms and especially my legs still felt heavy, almost as if they were stuck in deep mud. It was still raining outside. That reminded me of my bladder. There was definitely something there, but it didn't really need emptying yet. I would not have to get up.
Not having to get up was a blessing, I soon understood, as a new pulse of pain shot from the newly-formed little bump on my forehead. The room was not spinning, but I could tell that getting up would quickly cause that in my half-awake state. I found myself staring at a white ceiling again, with the familiar sounds of rain filling my ears. Slowly the sounds faded out and an echoing buzz in my ears grew louder. My eyelids felt heavy, and everything faded to black.
I immediately opened my eyes. How long had I been asleep this time? As I turned from my back to my side to grab my phone, I could feel my now quite full and solid bladder urging me to get up. I winced at that reminder. I had been asleep for about two hours, I found out. I sat up on the edge of my bed, which prompted my bladder to complain a little bit more. Nothing I couldn't silence with a bit of concentration. I couldn't resist feeling my abdomen with my hand and found a solid ball of heat and pressure resting on my pelvic floor, at least for now. I would have to get up.
I stood up, but before I could take two steps, my hands had instinctively darted to my crotch. The ball of heat was trying to escape. The situation quickly cooled down a little, and I dared to start walking. On every step, I could feel my sphincter working hard to contain the hot liquid inside me. I had not realised I needed to go that badly, but the faint trembling down there felt good. I bit my lip as I reached for the bathroom door handle.
As I shut the door behind me, I felt my muscles relax for a split second. I tried to squeeze everything shut as the pressure increased more than tenfold. My face flushed and my ears were ringing, but my hands still felt a little wetness on my shorts. Not wasting time, I unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down my shorts, and practically threw myself onto the toilet seat as my bladder started pushing a hissy jet of hot pee into my underwear. A relaxing warmth spread between my legs, and streams and droplets fell straight into the water, making massive splashing sounds. My whole face was burning with relief and embarrassment, and my hands squeezed the edge of the toilet seat.
The jet gave way to a calmer stream and then ended. I was still breathing heavily and quickly, occasionally even moaning, and only now realised my mouth had been wide open this whole time. It took a while for me to catch my breath. My heart wouldn't stop beating fast. I had had an accident. I had had an accident. I could not stop thinking about it.
After I had showered and set the washing machine to do its bit of the clean-up, I did the only thing that was appropriate in that situation: I told a close friend of mine about the whole thing. The answer I got was a comforting "it happens". That didn't exactly calm me down, but rather made me somewhat curious about what that meant. I decided not to ask though. I'm sure it was not meant as a confession of any kind. Still, yesterday sure was exciting, maybe even hot.
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This is an old story of Nicola Steele's that was posted on the old "Thomas' Water Resources" site, back in the day. She is one of my all time favourite omo writers, and her material rarely seems to crop up. This one is one of my all time faves that I have had saved for probably 15 years. I have re-written large chunks of it and changed the ending. Hope that is OK, and I hope you all enjoy it.
As a member of our Trade Union committee, I was lucky enough to be sent to a week’s exchange visit to Poland in the times before Eastern Europe was open for tourism. On the first day there was a welcoming ceremony, with speeches and then a small reception. I had several glasses of wine at the reception, followed by some black coffee to clear my head. I was really enjoying myself, and knew we were going to be shown around a local milking unit soon, but right now it was about the hospitality. There was a clear language barrier, but we were getting on OK. We went outside, and to my surprise we were taken straight onto a coach tour of the surrounding country. I wasn't expecting a tour, just a quick transfer, and I wasn't sure how long we would be. What I was sure of though is that 10 minutes after setting off I wanted to wee. Wine and coffee was not a great mix before a coach trip, and I prayed we weren't going to be long. 15 minutes later and I was really starting to panic. My bladder was tiny at the best of times, but after all of that liquid, it was signalling an emergency and soon I was having to sit on my foot to reduce the strain on my bladder, which seemed to be getting fuller by the minute. Every time the coach slowed in a village, I prayed that we were going to stop, so I would have a chance to wee, but each time my hopes were thwarted. That tour lasted about half an hour, and the last 15 minutes were a blur of desperation. Eventually though, we stopped to visit a farm collective.
The walk from the coach to the entrance seemed miles, and walking increased my need to wee, as it always does. I was wearing my best jeans, and in the fashion of the time, these were almost skin tight. The front was pressing against my bladder, and making me want to go even more. I hoped there would be a loo in the reception area, but it was only an old shack with photographs of visiting officials on the walls. I stood with my legs crossed tightly during the introduction from our guides, and when the group moved on at last, I was having to clench my bladder. I looked, desperately, around the reception, for any sign of a toilet that I could duck into, but there was nothing!
We were given protective clothing for our tour, and I chose to wear an overall coat rather than a boiler suit, which would have kept the mud off my jeans, simply because I could put the coat on while keeping my legs crossed, and I couldn't bear the thought of putting on anything which would delay the pee I was so desperate for. I knew it would be a mad scramble when I finally did get to the toilet, so a boiler suit was the last thing I needed! Standing and walking had increased my need for a wee a lot, I thought, infact it was becomming quite urgent. I really did need to find a loo quickly.
We had to walk about 50 yards to inspect a milking unit. As the guide started to show us what was really only a dirty cow-shed, I decided that I could not bear to wait any longer. I was absolutely mortified, but I just had to go to the loo, there was no way I could hold this and concentrate on the tour. I blushed beet red, as I quietly asked the second guide,
"Excuse me, is there a Ladies room I could use quickly please.", but he just shook his head, and didn't seem to really understand!
Now was not the time for a language barrier, I silently cursed, crossing my legs,
"TOILET" I said to him sternly, "The Ladies Toilet". He suddenly seemed to understand, but he smiled at me, and in broken English, just said "we get to toilets soon, not now".
I didn’t know what to say. My bladder pulsed in protest at this denial. Surely he realised that the only reason I had asked for the toilet was because I was bursting! I really did want to go so badly I knew I could not wait much longer. I was left standing there though, with my legs twisted together, hanging on for dear life. I was mortified that those around me now knew of my need, and I was nervously wondering how much longer I was going to have to wait.
We seemed to spend ages looking at the milking area, and then went on to some more, equally boring farm units. I was really struggling by then, shivering with desperation, and stopping and crossing my legs at every opportunity. When I had to walk anywhere, I was mincing along, taking tiny steps with my thighs squeezed together, using all my strength to keep control of my bladder. It was a dank, cold day, and there was no heating in any of the buildings, and this cold was not helping my bladder. I cursed myself for drinking so much wine, as my bladder demanded more and more urgent attention. Standing close to a piece of farm machinery, I was able to press one hand between my legs without anyone seeing. Oh God, What a blessed relief! I was still bursting, but at least for the moment I could relax a bit. That salvation was temporary though, and the problem came when we moved on and I had to take my hand away from my crutch. The urge to wee returned with a vengeance, as if trying to make up for the brief moments when I had not been quite so desperate.
I gripped my belt and pulled up my jeans with both hands, which both pulled the fabric tighter across my crutch and slightly pulled them away from my bladder, which was hurting it was so full. This did something to reduce my need to wee; it was not as good as holding between my legs, but it was an inconspicuous way of helping me wait. I walked all the way to the next building, a calving unit, like this, frantic to thrust my hand bach up between my legs, where it was so urgently needed. It was slightly warmer in there, but to my despair, there was no machinery that I could use to hide me holding my crutch, which I so desperately wanted to do. I had to do something to hold out, so I put my hand inside my overalls and held my crutch from
there. I was really getting to a stage now where I really did not care if anyone could see me or not. I was starting to panic and thought that it was either press my hand into my crutch or I would really be in danger of wetting my knickers. My head was spinning as the ache in my abdomen demanded all of my attention! I was not taking any notice of the farm anymore, all I could think about was holding back my wee until I could get to a loo.
I stood for 2 minutes in that calving unit like that, frantically massaging my crotch and bobbing up and down, more and more frantically. I just had to go, I needed to wee. I had to make them understand my urgency, because I really couldn't wait much longer. In despair, I pulled the guide aside and discreetly asked again.
"PLEASE, is there a Ladies room I can use, I need to go very, very badly".
I was absolutely mortified at having to admit how desperate my need was, but at this stage I was ready to beg. I stood infront of him squirming, really panicking that if he denied me again, that wetting myself was becoming a real, terrifying possibility! The guide told me abruptly and loudly,
"There are no toilets in this building, we will reach the toilets later."
At least now I knew he understood what I wanted, but he was certainly not grasping the urgent desperation of the situation! I was SO desperate now, almost beside myself, and I simply could not allow myself to be fobbed off so easily. I asked the guide again, with the most pleading, frantic, little girl lost look that I could muster,
"PLEASE, could I go on to the toilet straight away, and then I'll rejoin the group."
He shook his head again, and said,
"I tell you once, no toilet yet. Group must stay together, security."
He appeared completely indifferent, and was either deliberately making me suffer, or just blindly following the rules. Quite frankly, he looked too bored or stupid to have the initiative to make anyone hold their wee and enjoy the sight.
There was clearly no point in pleading with the guide any more, I just had to wait until we reached this loo. I was crossing my legs, and doing everything I could to hold back my wee. I really was on the brink, trying everything I knew. I had been desperate before, god knows, I had had some urgent wees, but this was a new level. I had both hands inside my overalls now, one holding my crutch, the other pulling up my jeans. I tried to convince myself that by keeping my hands under the overall, nobody would know what I was doing, but really it was obvious that there was something seriously wrong with me. As the guide droned on, I was twisting my legs together, and then as the urge became almost unbearable, I was shivering with the effort of waiting. Whether it was the cold, or the combination of wine and coffee I had drunk affecting my kidneys, I don’t know, but I most desperately wanted a wee. No, that doesn't even nearly tell the story. I didn't want a wee, I NEEDED TO PISS, It was rapidly becoming an absolute emergency. If I could not get to a loo, then I was going to wet my knickers. The thought was mortifying, but I knew time was running out and it was a genuine, horrific worry.
Walking to the next lot of buildings, a pig breeding unit, was even worse than standing still, and I had to keep one hand pressed between my legs all the way. I felt that this was the only thing stopping me from completely flooding my knickers. I really was in a panic, trying so hard to clench myself shut, but in so much pain that I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I wanted to go so badly and my bladder was really hurting, and walking over this uneven path was making this worse, no matter how carefully I trod.
Once we reached the pig unit, I tried to stop holding myself. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't that bad, and I was an adult who could simply wait as long as was necessary! It was not long before I was so desperate that I had to start again. I would hold my crutch for a bit, and as soon as I felt in control, I would let go. Then the urge would build up again until I felt that I had to hold myself or wet my jeans. As the guide talked on, so the time that I could last without holding got shorter and shorter, and soon I was holding myself virtually all the time.
I simply had to have a wee somewhere. I had too. I had begged him to help me and he was not budging. My whole world centred on my agonised holding muscles between my legs, I couldn't just stand here and wet my knickers, I had to wee and I was genuinely at a stage that I no longer cared where, as long as it was soon, and I did not do it in my jeans.
I looked round to see if there was anywhere I could go. Perhaps I could slip outside and wee behind the unit? That would do, a tiny bit of privacy and I wouldn't miss anything as I hadn't heard a word he was saying anyway! I moved towards the door, but before I got there, one of the helpers stopped me.
"Please, " I said, "I want a toilet desperately, is there anywhere I can go, It really is an emergency." Since I was still holding my crutch underneath my overall, short of breath, and bright red in the face, it should have been obvious that I was not exaggerating, but he just shook his head and pushed me back towards the rest of the group. I wanted to scream at him, Oh God, I NEEDED to wee. Probably he did not speak English, and didn’t fully understand what I needed, but at the time I was in such a state that I hated him for not helping me. Why does no-one else need to go? I thought to myself, Why will nobody help me?
I was almost in tears as I re-joined the group, the only way I could make myself wait now was to hold my crutch constantly. Even if people could see what I was doing, so what, it was better than standing there and completely wetting myself. I hoped my overalls were hiding what I was doing, but I knew that nobody normally walked round with one hand tucked inside their overalls and the other pushed deep inside their pocket. I had never been in quite such a terrible predicament before. I felt completely helpless. I had often been really desperate to pee, but never had I been caught like this, in a group, nowhere to wee, and having to hold my crutch to stop myself wetting my knickers. I felt like a frantic little girl, doing a silent, frantic pee dance, praying that someone, anyone, would realise just how desperate I was, and take me to a loo.
We moved into the next building now, and, as I walked I was looking round, none stop, to see if there was anywhere that I could possibly wee. There was nothing in the building except a load of pens full of pregnant pigs, all with locked gates, so there was not even the chance of squatting in one. If there had been an open, empty pen, I think I would have used it to wee, I really was THAT desperate. I might even of tried to push the pig out of the way and go in an occupied one if I could have got in. I really was in such a state that I was beginning to panic. All I could think about was controlling my bladder. I was absolutely frantic, and constantly on the brink of letting go in my jeans. I seemed to be using every ounce of my strength to keep my bladder shut, as well as holding just as hard as I could press my hand up into my crutch. Several times I thought that I was going to break down and let it go in my knickers, but somehow I managed to wait.
I was so desperate that I started to think I didn’t care anymore. I was in such agony that I would rather wee in my knickers right then, than have to make the effort to wait any longer. I began to wonder if it really would show that much if I was to wee a little bit in my jeans. Could I manage to let out just enough to ease this unbearable, intense, desperation, but not enough for anyone to notice?
Luckily for my career, I came to my senses before I tried to do this. In hindsight, I was so desperate, there was no way I would have been able to control my bladder once I had started to let go. One leak would have led to another, and I would have soaked my jeans before I would have been able to stop myself.
As we moved to the door, the urge to wee built up to a crescendo, and I truly thought the game was up and I was going to burst into my jeans. The only way I could control it was to stand still with my legs crossed and holding my crutch with both hands. As I fought for control, someone bumped into me, and I had to start walking again. I was still holding with both hands, and even so, I thought I was going to let go any second. (Try walking like this, it is not easy, and anyone seeing you is left in no doubt as to what the problem is.)
I simply could not go on like this much longer, I had to wee somewhere before I damaged myself. I was starting to worry that my bladder may actually burst I was in such serious pain. in my desperate haze, my vision was blurring, and I decided I would squat down round the side of the building as soon as I was outside. I really meant to do this, there was no way anyone was going to stop me. I was so frantic now that I was prepared to tear off my jeans and knickers and squat down in front of everyone. I didn't think I could hold on for another second. As I moved away from the group, so one guide came alongside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Keep up" he grunted in broken English, pushing me back towards the group.
"I MUST go to the toilet!" I told him, but he looked blankly at me,
"Group stay together, security" he grunted again.
"I need a wee" I shouted, frantically tugging off my overall "Please let me go somewhere. PLEASE"
"KEEP UP" he said, firmly and quite terrifyingly.
My bladder was screaming at me though, it didn't matter how terrifying this man was, I NEEDED to wee, right now, right this second, I couldn't let him deny me. Everyone was staring at me as I pulled my arms out of my overalls and frantically started to undo my belt.
"I'm sorry" I was stammering, my aching girl parts burning now they had no assistance, "I'm sorry, I must, I have to, oh god, fuck, it's coming, I need to now, right now".
I tore apart my belt, causing a temporary relief, as I started fumbling with the button on my oh so tight jeans. The man grabbed my arm hard though.
"STOP NOW" he said, "YOU WAIT".
He pulled my overall back up and again, pushed me back toward the group. Was he doing this on purpose I thought, as tears welled in my eyes, what the fuck could I do.
"Please" I begged, "please, please, please, please, please, I'm going to have an accident",
"Group stay together" he said, "Toilets soon"
"I need the toilet now!" I gasped "I can't wait".
His hand was on my shoulder though as he almost pushed me into the next building. Tears started to fall down my face now, I was in a blind panic. My bladder screamed at me to simply let go, but I wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction. I summoned up some more strength from somewhere, and managed to keep control when I had to start walking again.
The next building was more pigs, and again no sign of any loos. I was not listening to the guide anymore, all my attention was focused on holding back my wee another few minutes, in the hope that eventually we would reach a loo. I stood squirming and crying, just clenching for all I was worth, when the worst thing imaginable happened. The pig in the pen I was standing by decided to have a wee. It stood there and let out a furious, gushing stream of pee, splattering noisily against the concrete floor. Some of our group giggled at this, but I nearly screamed. I never thought it was possible to be SO jealous of a pig, but this was the last straw, and the auto-suggestion was so strong that I could not prevent a spurt of wee escaping into my knickers. At that moment I would have given anything to have changed places with that pig, and be able to let my wee come pouring out. Instead I was fighting to stop another leak, groaning loudly as I pressed between my legs with all my strength. Somehow the crisis passed, and I was just about in control again, but I could feel the wetness between my legs. Unless I could get to a loo VERY quickly, I was going to have to perform in public, either squatting by a wall, in a pig shed with all of my colleagues and 2 terrifying guards watching me, or going in my jeans and being stuck in wet, stinking clothes for the rest of the day! Oh God, both options were absolutely horrifying, why couldn't I just go to the toilet.
At that exact moment, two female workers had come in and were starting to feed the pigs. I clung to my last hope, surely they would understand how desperately I needed to go, and how it was essential that I got to a loo right now. At the very least they would know where the Ladies loos were. I dashed up to the younger one, nearest me.
"Please, quickly, can you show me where the Ladies is?" I asked her.
She looked blankly at me, and was probably somewhat shocked by my urgent babbling in a foreign language. Another spurt of wee shot out, I was wetting myself, and I simply couldn't stop it!!
"Ladies, the ladies loos." I repeated, gritting my teeth with the effort of waiting.
Still no response. I was going frantic, and let another squirt go into my jeans. I had to do something to make her understand. I tore open my overall and showed her my huge wet patch, before, again holding my crutch with both hands, and pee dancing for all I was worth. I was hysterical now, tears flowing down my face, my knickers and jeans soaking wet, still in incomparable agony.
"Toilet, toilet. Oh please where is the toilet." I gasped. "I need it now, I am weeing myself, I can't wait I'm having an accident, please, I need a wee, please let me wee!"
At last she understood. She said something in Polish to her companion, who went over and began to talk to one of our guides. Her friend took me by the arm and led me up to the man. I had undone my jeans now and was holding my crutch openly now, inside my knickers, no longer caring who could see. The whole group was staring at me, but I was fighting to hold on just a few seconds more, until we got to this loo. The girl who was speaking to the guide looked at me and said, in very broken English,
"no toilet yet, you wait, toilet soon"
"NO NO NOOOOO" I shouted like a woman possessed, "I can't wait any more, I MUST go now, I MUST, its an absolute emergency, I'm wetting myself, please, please understand, oh god please help me, I need to weeeeeee", tears streamed down my face, as I pee dance furiously,
"Let her go" chimed one of my male colleagues, look at her, you can see she's desperate"
The polish girl started to argue again with them man, and he angrilly shouted something back and waved them away.
"Please", I cried, "Oh please let me",
"Come on, he say we take you" said the girl, and they led me away.
We seemed to be walking for miles, though it was actually only about 30 yards. She was hurrying, trying to pull me along, but I could hardly even walk, let alone walk fast. Round the corner of another building, and there were a couple of ramshackle huts, one without a door.
“Toilet" she said, pushing open the door and showing me a glorified hole in the ground, not that I cared what it was so long as I could wee there. I staggered inside, absolutely frantic, trying to shut the door, get my overalls off, and my jeans and knickers down, all while still holding my crutch. My jeans were so tight that I needed two hands to peel them down over my hips. I had to let go of my crutch, and I knew I was not going to be able to control my bladder once I did this. My teeth were chattering with desperation as I tore at my jeans, pulling them down to my knees as I began to crouch down. I had got my jeans down, and was pulling my overall out of the way, when I fully lost control and my bladder burst.
I just managed to pull my kickers out of the way as the wee came pouring out. I crouched there, in tears, and gasped "Oh fuck YES", savouring the glorious relief as I relaxed and emptied my bladder at last. The initial blast of pee was like nothing I'd ever seen before, it was like a power washer. My legs were shaking, as my stream blasted out of me, going on and on. The relief felt so good that I couldn't help but moan out loud. It felt so much better than any orgasm I have ever had. I had been in agony for so long that the relief was overwhelming. I was going for ages too, showing just how full my bladder had been.
It was so dim in the loo that I had to open the door a crack to see how badly I had wet myself in the last panic. My knickers and the crutch of my jeans were soaked, as was the hem of my overalls where it had got in the way when I had finally burst. The overalls were white, so the wet patch did not show very much, but my jeans had an obvious wet patch, almost down to the knees. I was so ashamed of what I had done, and mortified when I rejoined the group again
The guides glared at me, and shouted in Polish at my saviour. She gave back as good as she was getting, gesticulating at me and pressing both hands across her stomach as if her bladder was hurting, and eventually it all calmed down. The chief guide stayed close to me for the rest of the tour, and twice told me I must stay with the group. Did they seriously think I had been trying to get away on some sort of spying mission? Were they that stupid they couldn't tell my frantic desperation had been 100% genuine.
The guy who had interjected earlier asked me if I was OK, but, typically, nobody else in the group made any comment about my behaviour during the rest of the visit, and I made no attempt to offer an explanation or justify what I had done. I have noticed that most people are quite embarrassed at seeing an adult desperate for a wee, and often try to ignore what is happening, but that was, for sure, the worst day of my life. The day I wet myself in desperation infront of a group of international delegates. |
Author's Note: Hey guys/girls. Not only is this my first story on this site, it's my first fanfic PERIOD. Apologies if it's not the best. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Walking in the Night
Living in New York has its ups and downs.
Evelynn needed a breath of fresh air. Being as popular and good looking as her, she expects many heads to turn her way. And of course, she always enjoys catching men (and women) staring at her ass. But after spending 6 hours walking around Times Square, even she got a bit tired of it. She turned around and noticed Ahri heading up the stairs.
“Eve? We’re turning in for the night.” Ahri said, turning to face the popstar. “You coming?”
“No, I think I’ll go on a walk first. I need to clear my mind.”
“Aww, did one to many men try to ask you out today?”
“Maybe,” Evelynn smirked, “Not that you’d know that feeling.”
“You don’t have to be so mean!”
Evelynn laughed. “Goodnight sweetheart!”
Ahri pouted as she continued up the stairs. Evelynn chuckled at her clever response and made her way to the door. As she did, she felt a strong twinge at her bladder. She hadn’t gone in the past 6 hours, and was beginning to get fairly desperate. I’ll be fine. I can hold it, she thought. She stepped outside and felt the night breeze against her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the driveway and turned onto the street.
As she walked, she thought back to the day’s events. In the evening, she and the girls had gone to Times Square for a bit of a “girls night out”. Being in Times Square, it didn’t take long before a group of girls recognized them. Thankfully, they were sure not to cause too much of a ruckus and not too much attention was attracted. As they talked, Evelynn's need for the restroom grew. She had neglected to use it before they left. By the time the fans left, Evelynn was ready to burst. She had suggested they head to H&M for some clothes shopping. As they entered the store, the girls all split up to search for different outfits. Evelynn immediately searched for a restroom. As she reached one, she leaked a little in her panties. She rushed in and found an empty stall. As she entered, she yanked down her panties, sat down, and released hours worth of hot pee. As the golden liquid rushed out of her, Evelynn felt a vast amount of relief, and even got a bit turned at how good it felt. She let out a moan, not caring if anyone heard her. Eventually, her stream decreased in intensity, and died off. Slightly turned on, Evelynn rubbed her thighs together to relieve some tension, and pulled up her panties. After she exited the restroom, she searched for the rest of the group.
Evelynn continued to walk, the empty streets of Long Island with an occasional streetlamp provided a nice eerie background that she enjoyed. As she walked, her desperation increased. By this point, she was about half an hour away from the house. Evelynn was once again bursting at this point. On top of that, she felt a heavy movement in her bowels. Damn. I need to go. Can I even make it back in time? Evelynn thought. She was starting to get concerned, until she remembered her near-accident in Times Square earlier and how good it felt. Suddenly, a naughty smile creeped across her face. She stopped under a streetlight, grabbed herself and started doing a pee dance. At 2 AM, no one in the surrounding area was out or even awake at this point. Evelynn essentially had the streets to herself. After holding herself for several minutes, Evelynn’s bladder couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she started to pee into her black panties. Evelynn sighed in relief as she pressed her legs together and felt the hot liquid run down them and into her high-heels. The warmth it provides was welcome during the chill October night. After several seconds, Evelynn squatted down, and her pee began to pool around her ass and soak the bottom of her skirt. Evelynn moaned with pleasure as her golden liquid formed a puddle underneath her on the sidewalk. Evelynn stood back up as her stream began to taper. She once again felt her piss run down her legs as her stream died off.
[messing warning]
Already aroused, Evelynn turned her attention to the other matter at hand. She began to push her solid waste out. Evelynn grunted from the effort, but she felt her anus expand as the head of a turd poked out. Breathing heavily, Evelynn hiked her soaked skirt up, and pushed again. Her turd pushed its way out of her anus and made contact with her panties, its slightly lumpy texture arousing her even more. As she pushed, Evelynn hunched over and grunted as the log pushed against her panties, tenting them outward until it finally snapped off her anus. Evelynn straightened herself out, but hunched over again as a second turd began to push itself out of her. Evelynn moaned loudly as she pooped her panties on the street, her arousal reaching levels she’d never experienced before. After the second log ended, Evelynn was breathing heavily from the experience and her arousal. She stood there for a few moments before turning around to inspect her deed. Though she couldn’t get the clearest view, she could make out a lump in her panties a bit larger than her fist. With her mind in a horny frenzy, Evelynn placed her hand on the lump, and pressed on it. Evelynn shuttered as her mess began to press up her asscrack.
At this point, Evelynn was too turned on to walk back, so she took off her jacket and bra, exposing her breasts to the outside. She continued stripping until only her panties remained, and moved her hand under her panties and began slowly rubbing her pussy. Overcome with pleasure, Evelynn collapsed and lied down in her puddle, still furiously masturbating. The mess in her panties spread around her ass as she continued to pleasure herself. “F-fuck, I’m such a d-dirty s-slut,” Evelynn studdered, getting lost in her own pleasure. With her free hand, Evelynn gave her exposed breast a squeeze, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Feeling an orgasm building up, Evelynn inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, and began pumping them in and out, causing her to moan loudly. Evelynn began breathing heavier as she got closer, and started fingering herself even harder. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’M CUMMING!” Evelynn screamed in ecstasy as she reached her orgasm. Her body thrusted upward as she squirted her juices on the sidewalk.
As her orgasm faded, Evelynn collapsed back onto the sidewalk, panting as she lied there in her messy panties. After laying there for a few moments, Evelynn stood back up and removed her panties, taking her mess with them. Might as well walk back nude. Evelynn thought as she collected her clothes. It adds a nice thrill. Exposing her naked body to the world, Evelynn began to walk back to the house, smiling at the discovery she just made.
[To be continued] |
Chapter 2: “Accident” at the Club
Akali was ready for some fun. After a long tour, all the girls were ready to wind down and have a good time. The night before, they had gone to Times Square for a shopping spree. This evening, they went for something simpler. They were walking to a local club near their mansion. Akali was just excited that the girls finally had some time to themselves. Akali just needed to pick an outfit. She decided on a pair of Adidas pants and a crop top/hoodie that she had just gotten the night before. She always liked wearing comfy clothes. When she finished, she looked in the mirror. Damn. Looking good ‘Kali, Akali thought to herself as she smirked. Afterwards, she decided to head downstairs to meet the girls.
“You ready to head out?” Ahri asked, a look of happy excitement spread across her face.
“Sure am,” Akali replied. The girls exited the house and traveled to the club, chatting about their previous tour along the way. Along the way, Akali realized something. She had forgotten to use the restroom before they left. No big deal. I’m sure they’ll have some there, Akali thought. As the girls walked through the town, Akali thought back to the evening before.
She had been clothes shopping with the girls in Times Square. Akali had just picked an outfit she liked. She wanted to look for the others to show them, when she spotted Evelynn. She was about to make her way over to her, when she noticed that she was walking briskly to the restroom. Concerned, Akali followed suit to make sure her friend was okay. When she entered though, she heard the sound of piss splattering in the toilet of one the stalls. Relieved, Akali turned to leave, when she heard a moan coming from the stall. Akali turned around. Only one of them was occupied. It had to be Evelynn. Then, Akali finally realized. Evelynn had been desperate for a piss. That's why she rushed into the bathroom. Evelynn moaned again. Akali began to blush. Clearly, her friend was enjoying herself. Akali slowly rubbed her crotch, getting turned on by the situation. Suddenly, she remembered where she was, and quickly exited the restroom so that Evelynn wouldn’t see her and get any ideas.
The girls arrived at the club and made their way over to the booth they reserved. Akali’s urge to pee had grown since they had left, but the incident at Times Square had her curious. She decided to hold it for now, and enjoy the club. The girls got some drinks. Akali got a Malibu and Sprite, which she quickly drank. The girls sat in their booth for a while, talking and drinking. Akali, for her part, had already downed 3 cocktails. It had been 2 hours since they arrived, and she was already starting to feel the effects on her bladder. Akali began to squirm a bit in her seat. Despite this, she started to get strangely excited. Then, the song “How You Like That” started playing. One of their favorites. The girls walked over to the dance floor. The 4 of them knew the choreo by heart. Kai’Sa especially was an expert at dancing to other groups’ songs. As Akali danced, she felt her desperation increase. She wondered how much longer she would last at this rate. She’d rather not wet herself in the middle of a nightclub. As the song ended, the girls made their way back to their booth and ordered more drinks. As Akali drank another cocktail, she was reminded of her desperate need to pee. She again began squirming in her seat. Suddenly, she felt something fall against her shoulder. Startled, Akali let out a spurt of pee. She quickly grabbed herself and looked over. Ahri had passed out. The Kumiho always had the lowest alcohol tolerance of the 4 of them.
Evelynn burst out laughing. “Damn it Ahri, you really need to work on that you pussy!” Akali slowly moved over and let Ahri’s head lay on a cushion. As she became more desperate, she looked over to the bathroom. There, she discovered a line at least 15 people long. Not even worth it yet, she thought. I might as well wait. And so, Akali continued to sit at the booth, sipping a cocktail, squirming in her seat. On top of that, Akali felt a movement in her bowels. Now the ninja had to deal with two areas of desperation.
Of course, it’s not like Evelynn was oblivious to Akali’s predicament. After Kai’Sa had returned to the dance floor, she glanced over and saw the ninja popstar wriggling around in her seat. Evelynn smirked, deciding to mess with her bandmate. She moved over and pulled at Akali’s arm. “Come on ‘Kali, let’s dance,” she said. The ninja nervously looked over.
“Sorry Eve, but I’m not really up for that right now,”
“Come on! You know you want to,” Evelynn cooed. She took the opportunity to give Akali's crotch a light rub, causing the ninja to moan.
“A-ah, n-not right now Eve,” Akali stuttered as she began to blush.
“Suit yourself,” Evelynn shrugged as she got up and left for the dance floor.
Akali sighed as she squirmed in her seat. As she sipped her cocktail, her bladder reached a breaking point. She grabbed her crotch and rubbed her thighs together as her desperation increased. Just then, a cramp hit Akali’s stomach, causing her to hunch over. She again glanced over to the bathroom. The line was gone. Well, now’s as good a time as ever, she thought. She got up from the booth, leaving Ahri laying alone and made her way to the restroom. As she walked, another spurt escaped into her panties. She pushed open the door to the bathroom and quickly made her way over to a stall. Before she could open the door, she began leaking in her pants. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” Akali exclaimed as she desperately tried to open the door. After a bit of a struggle, Akali finally got the stall open and stepped inside. After she closed the door behind her however, her bladder finally gave out. She began releasing a hot jet of pee into her white pants. Akali moaned as her stream ran down her legs and soaked her pants, the warm liquid providing her great pleasure. The overwhelming relief that washed over the ninja caused her to lean backwards onto the door behind her, causing her pee to soak her rear. I-I’m wetting myself like a little girl, Akali thought to herself. She knew she should be humiliated. But as the warm liquid ran down her legs, the ninja couldn’t help but enjoy herself. As her hot piss poured out of her, she placed her hand underneath her crotch and felt the pee warm her hand before falling to the floor beneath her. Akali shuddered at the feeling. After about a minute, her stream finally tapered off.
[messing warning]
But the ninja’s body wasn’t done. Another stomach cramp hit Akali, causing her to hunch over as a turd began to poke out of her anus. Akali began breathing heavily as her muscles pushed her log out of her and into her panties. The popstar moaned as her excrement continued pushing its way out of her anus, tenting her pants outward. And now I’m messing myself too. Fuck, I’m so dirty, thought the ninja as her arousal grew. As another log forced its way out of her, Akali brought her hand to her breast and gave it a light squeeze. She moaned at the touch and began rubbing herself with her free hand. Akali masturbated as she continued to poop herself. As a third log began to force its way out, Akali brought her hand to her rear and felt the mess in her panties. She felt around her anus and found the new log emerging from within her. As she pushed, she gripped the log with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. The pleasure was overwhelming for the popstar. Finally, as the log ended, Akali cried out in pleasure as she climaxed, squirting into her already soaked pants.
Finally back to reality, Akali quickly removed her pants and dumped her mess in the toilet. After putting her pants back on and exiting the stall, Akali saw that she was still alone. No one else had entered the bathroom since she entered. That was good. Making her way back to the table, she saw Ahri still sleeping. The ninja knew she couldn’t stay here long without people noticing the piss stain on her pants. So she made her way to the dance floor where she found Evelynn. “Hey Eve, I’m headed home. I'm getting pretty tired."
"Really? That's unlike you. Normally you're the one we have to drag out."
"First of all, I really like partying. And second, I think I had a little too much to drink."
"Hm, fair enough," The succubus replied. "See you around,"
"Same. Oh, and don't forget Ahri, she's still fucking passed out."
The succubus laughed. "Oh don't worry, I won't forget our pet foxy!"
Akali smirked at this and walked away. On her way back, all she could think of was her accident. She knew it was childish. But it just felt so good. Hm. I'm gonna have to do this again sometime, thought the ninja. Akali smiled at this thought as she journeyed back home.
Author's note: Yeah I know these aren't Adidas. I don't care.
(Artwork by Yajuu)
Edited August 27, 2021 by Renegaxze
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Chapter 3: Home Experiment
As the sun rose over Long Island, Ahri awoke with a yawn. As she did, she clutched her head. She was terribly hungover. She looked around and realized she was back in her own room. “Ah fuck. Again?” the Kumiho exasperated. She really needed to learn how to pace herself at the club. Getting out of bed, Ahri decided to put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. She exited the room to get herself some water to help with her hangover. As she entered the kitchen, Ahri found Kai’Sa already there making breakfast for the girls. “Morning Kai,” Ahri croaked, still a bit drowsy.
“Morning Ahri. You feeling alright?”
“Yeah, I’m still a bit hung from last night.”
“Oh yeah I remember that! You were passed out cold at the club!”
“Thanks for reminding me.”
“The food’s almost ready. Seeing as you’re up first, you’ll get first dibs.”
The kumiho gave the dancer a thank you and poured herself a glass of water. As she drank up, she thought back to the night before. She remembered drinking 2 or 3 cocktails and a few shots of tequila. She also remembered dancing to Blackpink with the girls, and then pretty much nothing after that. Ahri sighed at the fact that she missed half the night. Maybe I’ll sneak in some iced coffee next time, she thought. As Ahri downed her second glass of water though, she was reminded of something quite important. She hadn’t used the bathroom since last night, and her bladder was feeling the effects. She was about to walk off to use it when she heard:
“Ahri! Breakfast is ready!”
“Be right there!” Ahri called back to the dancer. Her bladder could wait. The kumiho was hungry. Ahri made her way over to the dining room where a plate of bacon and eggs waited for her. The popstar immediately sat down and started scarfing it down. Moments later, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The others were finally up.
“Good morning darlings,” Evelynn cooed in a seductive tone.
“Morning bitches,” said Akali. The ninja was as sassy as ever.
“Morning,” Ahri replied. At the sight of her, Akali grinned.
“Why hello “Mrs low tolerance,”
Evelynn laughed, “Oh my God! You were out for at least an hour and a half back there! Me and Kai had to carry you back!”
Ahri pouted. “Why are you guys so mean?”
The girls joined Ahri around the table. As they ate, Ahri’s bladder reminded her of her needs. The kumiho crossed her legs under the table. She was reminded of something else though. As the ninja ate across from her, Ahri remembered something from the club. At some point, she had briefly regained consciousness from within the booth. She was too out of it to lift her head, but she vaguely remembered Akali walking back to get her things. At the time, Ahri just assumed that she got tired and wanted to head off to bed. But as the ninja got closer, she barely made out a dark stain on the front of her pants. Akali had pissed herself. Realizing what had happened, Ahri closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep in order to spare the ninja the embarrassment. She heard the ninja collect her purse and wallet. Before Akali left however, Ahri managed to make out something she was saying.
“You know Ahri? You may be passed out drunk, but at least you didn’t piss and shit yourself,” The ninja giggled. “Honestly, you missed out.” Ahri knew the ninja was just muttering to herself. She was probably even more drunk than the Kumiho. But Ahri couldn’t help but feel shocked. One of her bandmates had wet and crapped herself. And based on her tone of voice, probably enjoyed it too. Ahri couldn’t spend much thinking about it though, as her sleep once again took hold.
Ahri pandered her thoughts of the experience more as she sipped some coffee Kai’Sa had poured for her. Had Akali really enjoyed her accident that much? If she had, then why? As the Kumiho’s desperation grew, so did her curiosity. She decided she would hold it in a bit longer. Though her alcohol tolerance was low, Ahri had a decently strong bladder. She figured she could hold it in for another 2 hours.
As the girls finished their breakfast, Akali and Evelynn got up. “Well, we’re off. Eve wants to take me shopping at the Gucci Store nearby.”
“Dear, if you wanna look nice in public, you have to look for the expensive clothing.”
“As long as it’s comfy.”
As Evelynn and Akali left, Kai’Sa got up as well. “I should get going too. Central Park is a ways away, and I still have to go for my run. Will you be fine on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. I need more time to recover anyways,” Ahri replied.
“See you around then!”
Ahri blew the dancer a kiss as she walked out the door. Being the tidy one of the group, she decided to clean up a bit. She collected all the dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher, which she then started. Then, she wiped down the table, and arranged the chairs. When she was done, Ahri breathed a sigh of relief. Just then however, she felt a strong twinge at her bladder. She was getting more desperate by the minute. She was about to run to the bathroom when she remembered her experiment. Instead, Ahri walked back up to her room. There, she decided to watch “Kingdom: Legendary War''. Her favorite boy groups, Stray Kids and Ateez, were performing this week, and she didn’t want to miss it. As she turned on the TV, Stray Kids was already getting ready to perform. Ahri squealed with excitement as they took the stage. They performed a mashup of their songs “Side Effects” and “God’s Menu”. Ahri was left in awe of the story of their performance as well as their use of props. After their performance, Ahri decided to get herself another glass of water. As she returned to her room with her water in hand, she felt movement in her bowels. She was getting desperate in more ways than one now. Ahri grabbed herself and did a brief pee-dance, before sitting back down in her bed.
It was Ateez’s turn to perform now. Ahri watched in amazement as they performed a re-arrangement of their hit “Wonderland”. Ahri forgot about her desperation during the stage, until they sprayed water at the end of the performance. This caused Ahri to leak a little in her panties. Startled, Ahri shoved her hand onto her crotch in desperation. She wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to push herself more, Ahri gulped down the last of her water as the last group of the day, SF9, began their performance. Ahri watched as they began their hot, seductive performance of their song “Now or Never”. After watching the stage, Ahri found herself oddly attracted to all of the members of the group. Now I know why Evelynn likes them so much, Evelynn thought to herself. After the performance, Ahri turned off the TV. Just then, Ahri felt her anus widen. Her bowels were giving in. The Kumiho quickly clenched her ass shut, but in her effort to do so, her piss started to leak out of her bladder. Knowing that she couldn't hold it in anymore, Agri quickly ran to her bathroom, grabbed a pair of towels, ran back into the bedroom, and set the towels on the floor. Standing atop the towels, Ahri's bladder gave out, and she began peeing full force in her denim shorts. The Kumiho sighed as her pee soaked her legs and ran into the towel below. The relief felt amazing to the popstar, and it was only made better by the feeling of her hot piss running down her legs. Ahri moaned loudly as her pee continued to flow into her shorts, the denim material becoming soaked with her liquid. After about a minute, the popstar's stream tapers off. Ahri made sure that every last spurt of piss was emptied into her shorts.
As she admired the traces of her accident on the towels below her, Ahri's anus once again widend. This time, she made no attempt to stop it. A thick log slowly emerged from her bowels and gradually pushed into her panties. As her anus stretched, Ahri once again moaned as she felt her log push its way out of her. The lumpy texture of the turd turned the Kumiho on a lot. She hunched over and grunted as her shorts began to form a bulge from her excrement. As Ahri continued to poop her panties, she felt more movement in her bowels. A wetter mess was coming. Finally, the end of her log snapped off her anus and rested in her panties. Ahri admired the bulge behind her. She figured it must be double the size of her hand. Just then, her bowels erupted. A wet, brown sludge began to pour out of her and into her shorts. Ahri stuck her tongue out and moaned as she pooped in her shorts. The sludge turned into a full liquid as it shot out of her ass. Her diarrhea stained the back of her shorts brown as it ran down her bag legs into the towel. Finally, the torrent ended, and Ahri was left panting with her tongue out. To horny to think straight, the Kumiho unbuttoned her shorts and immediately drove her hand to her pussy. Ahri's horniness shifted to overdrive as she rapidly began fingering herself. As she masturbated, Ahri layed down on her towel. She felt her poop spread around her asscheeks, providing a warm cushion for her rear. As the popstar approached her orgasm, she felt around the back of her shorts with her free hand. She shuddered as she pressed down and massaged her ass, spreading her mess around even more. Finally, Ahri climaxed. She screamed with pleasure as her juice shot out of her pussy and into her soaked, dirty panties.
For a while after, Ahri layed there, catching her breath. That was the best thing she had experienced outside her career. After about 10 minutes, Ahri slowly got up and removed her clothes. She dumped her mess in the toilet, and her clothes in a basket. She knew the brown stain on her denim shorts probably wouldn't come off. But she could still use them again if she felt like messing herself again. Now completely naked, Ahri faced her rear towards the mirror and looked over her shoulder. To no surprise, her ass was filthy, with some remnants of her poop still clinging to her. Seeing this, Ahri slowly wiggled her ass from side to side and gave it a good smack. She giggled as she saw her hand imprinted in her own filth. Satisfied, she stepped into her shower and turned the water on. As she washed herself, Ahri smiled as she wondered if she could convince one of her bandmates to do this with her.
Author's note: I really hope some of you guys are into Kpop. Otherwise I'm gonna look like such a nerd for this chapter.
(Artwork by Yajuu)
Edited August 28, 2021 by Renegaxze
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Chapter 4: A Runner's High
It’s the perfect day for this.
That’s the thought that ran through Kai’Sa’s mind as she rode the train through Long Island. It’s what she did any morning she had the time. She would head to Central Park for her run. She loved the feeling of running through nature in the middle of the largest city in America. The thrill it provided was perfect for her exercise. At Penn Station, Kai’Sa exited the train and made her way to the subway. It would still be a while before she got to Central Park. While she rode the Metro, Kai’Sa set her playlist for her run. She selected various Kpop songs from their own group as well as others: Stray Kids, Ateez, (G)I-dle, and Dreamcatcher. As Kai’Sa exited the Metro station, she felt the warm rays of sunlight fall on her skin. That, combined with the cool breeze brought a smile to the dancer’s face. It really was a good day today.
Kai’Sa walked the last few minutes to her starting location. She always began her run in the same spot in the park. It was an intersection between 2 paths next to the park’s lake. When she arrived, Kai’Sa took off the daypack she had on her back. she looked around. There was no one else around. Good. Seeing this, Kai’Sa began to pull her shirt off. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, as she pulled her shirt over her head, her breasts became exposed to the outside. Afterwards, the dancer removed her pants, revealing her beautiful shaven pussy. Kai’Sa rarely wore underwear. She found them to be restraining her movements whenever she danced. So, she just never wore them. After basking in the nude for a few moments, Kai’Sa put on her running clothes. A cropped shirt and her running shorts, all black. She put her other clothes in her bag, which she then slung on her back. Before she could start running, the dancer felt her bowels shift. She had pissed earlier that day, but that was 3 hours ago. On top of that, Kai’Sa hadn’t shit since yesterday. The popstar chose to ignore it for now though. She was eager to get going. She hit play on her playlist, and began to run. Her route took her a full loop around the park, while adding a few twists, turns, and detours. It all totaled around 10 miles, so it would take her around an hour and a half to complete. It was still 8:00 in the morning, so the park wasn't that busy just yet. As she ran, the dancer took in the gorgeous views around her. Different trees, birds, and other wildlife flew in and out of view. All the while, she was smack dab in the middle of a massive city. As she ran by them, Kai'Sa glanced at the towering skyscrapers near Central Park. As (G)I-dle's song "Hwaa" played in her ears, Kai'Sa grinned. This was the life. As she ran though, her need for the toilet gradually became more apparent. She felt her solid waste moving through her. Kai'Sa didn't care though. She was in the zone. Besides, there was a bathroom by the end of her route. She was confident she could hold it until then.
After a while, Kai'Sa passed by the zoo. It was still early, but the dancer could make out a few animals that were already out. The tigers, elephants, and grizzly bears through a thin line of trees. As she ran past, she felt her bladder filling up. She was going to need to pee within the next couple hours. Kai'Sa brushed it off though. One of her favorite songs had just started playing. It was "Scream" by Dreamcatcher. Being a rather fast-paced song, the popstar found it perfect for running. As the dancer ran past the southern end of the park, her need to poop grew. Her stomach rumbled as her waste rushed through her insides. Kai'Sa still wasn't too worried about it. She knew she could still finish her run before anything happened. As she rounded the corner onto the western perimeter, a small group of fans called out to her.
"Hey Kai'Sa!" They yelled out to her, clearly elated to run into the popstar. Kai'Sa grinned and waved in response. It was always nice to bump into fans. Under normal circumstances, she would've stopped and talked with them. But the dancer was too focused at the moment. Once she started her run, she was determined to finish it. After all, that mentality is what keeps her in shape. As she ran, the popstar's need for the toilet grew. She felt her waste sitting in her rectum, waiting to be released. Checking her FidBit, Kai'Sa realized she had past the halfway point of her run. She continued past monuments and fountains all while getting increasingly desperate. Though, this only added to the thrill of her run. It pushed her to finish faster so she could get to the bathroom quicker. The dancer smiled as she picked up her pace. As the minutes went by though, her body began to betray her. As she ran up the western perimeter, her bowels rumbled as a more liquid waste ran through them. This was a bit of an issue because Kai'Sa now knew that she would most likely have to stop at some point for a bathroom. Oh well, can't win 'em all, she thought as she continued her pace. As the popstar approached the northwestern corner of the park, she entered "North Woods", which was the park's wooded area. As her desperation grew, Kai'Sa knew there was a bathroom in about a mile. All she needed was around 12 minutes. As she past through the woods though, a stomach cramp hit the dancer, she stopped and hunched over. The dancer panicked. All she needed was a few more minutes and she would reach a toilet.
[messing warning]
As Kai'Sa stood there, she suddenly felt her anus widen. The popstar panicked as she desperately tried to clench it shut, but It did no good. Kai'Sa quickly looked around. There was no one around. The dancer squatted down, but before she could pull her pants down, her bowels began to blow out its load. Kai'Sa let out a loud fart as runny, brown excrement poured out of her ass and into her shorts. The popstar gasped as she tried hard to stop herself, but failed. Knowing the battle was lost, she allowed the contents of the bowels to be emptied into her black shorts. As she squatted, she felt her diarrhea continue to shoot out of her, dripping down the back of her shorts. Kai'Sa had to admit, even though she was having a childish accident, it felt amazing to finally release her load after holding it in for so long. Another wave hit her. This time, it was thicker, almost like sludge. The dancer moaned as she emptied herself into her shorts. The sticky feeling of her waste was strangely arousing to her. After another spurt of diarrhea, the dancer felt her anus widen again. A solid turd began to force its way out. Kai'Sa let it. Her shorts were already dirty anyway. The log tented her black shorts outward as it pushed its way out of her.
"O-oh, I-I'm so b-bad. I'm p-pooping myself l-like a naughty b-itch," Kai'Sa stuttered as the turd slowly passed through her anus. The dancer was getting turned on. There she was, on the side of the path, pooping in her shorts for anyone who walked past to see. But, there wasn't anyone walking past. The popstar was alone in this area of the park, and she knew it. Finally, the turd snapped off her anus and came to rest in a pile of excrement in her shorts. Kai'Sa looked behind her at the bulge. Over a day's worth of shit was now either in her shorts, or on the ground beneath her. The dancer allowed herself to sit in the middle of the path. She felt her waste spread around her butt and up her crack, providing a warm cushion for the popstar. As she sat, she was reminded of her bladder's need to release as well. Taking a deep breath, Kai'Sa let go and allowed herself to pee in her already dirty shorts. As she peed, The dancer squeezed her legs together and allowed the liquid to pool around her crotch. Kai'Sa giggled as her piss continued flowing freely out of her, forming a puddle around the popstar. After about 20 seconds, her bladder finished emptying its contents, and the dancer shook the last droplets of pew free.
Now unimaginably turned on, Kai'Sa pulled her shirt and shorts off, her while mess still clinging to her butt, and started fiercely masturbating. The dancer rubbed herself hard, not caring that she was in the middle of a path and that anyone could see the naughty act if they so happened to walk by. None of that mattered to her at the moment. With her free hand, Kai'Sa gave her left breast a squeeze. She moaned as pleasure rocked through her. It didn't take long before the popstar came. Her cum splashed out of her pussy onto the path. But the dancer wasn't done. She spent the next 5 minutes masturbating. She came repeatedly, squirting vast amounts of vaginal liquid into the pavement. By the time she was finished, Kai'Sa was left laying naked in a pool of piss and cum about 2 feet across. Suddenly, the popstar heard faint voices approaching. Snapping back to reality, the dancer quickly grabbed her clothes and hid behind a bush without even putting them on. Kai'Sa waited as the voices drew ever closer until eventually, they past by, not even taking notice to the dancer's puddle, probably mistaking it for a spilled water bottle. Breathing a sigh of relief, the popstar emerged from her hiding spot and went back to the middle of the path. Using her shorts, she peeled her poop off of her ass and let it fall off the side of the path. She then put her shorts back on, not wanting to get her normal pants dirty. Plus, she didn't mind running in wer clothes. After putting her shirt on, Kai'Sa went on her way. She was only a few minutes away from the bathrooms. There, she could get herself somewhat cleaned up. Smiling at her accident, the dancer continued her run, knowing she'd do this again
Author's note: Some of you may remember in Chapter 1 I said it was October. After reading this chapter, you may say, "How can it be warm in October?"
Welcome to New York.
(Artwork by Yajuu)
Edited August 29, 2021 by Renegaxze
Added messing warning
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Chapter 5: Seducing the Seducer
There were few things Ahri loved more than a nice shower to wash herself. Especially after her “accident”, the hot water felt exquisit to the Kumiho. After she stepped out, Ahri grabbed a towel from the bathroom door and quickly dried herself off. She put on a pair of white panties, some black leggings, and a sleeveless black crop top. As she made her way downstairs, the popstar heard the doorbell ring. She smiled. The others were back. She opened the door and was greeted by Evelynn and Akali, who were both wearing brand new designer clothes and purses.
“You guys look stunning!” Ahri squealed.
“It’s amazing what $4,000 can buy you in the world of fashion,” Evelynn replied with a smirk.
“You like the drip?” Akali asked excitedly.
“I doubt you’ve ever looked better ‘Kali,” Ahri answered
“Thanks. Now I’ve got to run. I have to show Kai this! Thanks again Eve!”
“Anytime Darling,”
With that, the ninja bolted back out the door, which Evelynn closed behind her. “So what have you been up to?” asked the succubus.
“I watched the new episode of ‘Kingdom’.
“And?”
“Let’s just say I now know why you love SF9 so much.”
“I told you. They really make you feel ‘some type of way’ don’t they?
“Absolutely,”
Ahri and Evelynn would spend the next few hours gossiping about the groups on Kingdom. Which of the members they thought had the best singing voice, the best rapper, and the best looking. As the hours went by, the sun began to set.
“Hey Eve, where do you think Kai and ‘Kali are?”
“Knowing that ninja, she probably dragged Kai right back to the city for a night out. I wouldn’t worry.”
“I never said I was worried,”
Which was true. Ahri knew those two well. With how strong they both were, they would be fine. As the sun finished setting, the girls finished eating dinner. After they finished, the girls watched some TV. For the next couple hours, the two sang karaoke. It was one of the two vocalists’ hobbies. After a while, the two popstars decided to get ready for bed. Ahri went up to her bathroom and washed her face. As she finished though, she heard the front door close. Thinking Kai’Sa and Akali had returned home, Ahri went down to greet them. However, the kumiho grew confused when she didn’t see them at the entrance. Ahri decided to peek out the window to see if Evelynn had exited instead. Sure enough, the succubus had walked down the driveway and had turned onto their street. Curious, the kumiho decided to follow suit. She quietly opened the door and slipped out of the house. Making sure to be as stealthy as she could, Ahri had worn one of her pairs of sneakers to minimize her noise. She followed behind Evelynn for about a minute and a half down their street before the succubus reached a corner, at which, she turned left. As she rounded the corner though, Ahri found Evelynn standing no more than 10 feet away with her back facing the kumiho. Ahri quickly ducked behind the bush on the corner and slowly peaked her head around. It may have been dark out, but Ahri had near-perfect dark vision. She watched as the succubus looked around, seemingly checking to see if anyone else was around. What Evelynn did next shocked the kumiho. Ahri watched as Evelynn lifted her skirt up and let out a sigh, beginning to pee in her panties. The popstar watched as her sexy friend released the contents of her bladder out in the open, getting more turned on by the second. Ahri slowly brought her hand to her crotch as the succubus continued to pee in her panties.
To Evelynn, all she experienced was bliss. She loved the feeling of her golden piss running down her legs. Plus, she'd held it in all day, so the relief was simply wonderful. After a while, the popstar squatted down and allowed her piss to wet her skirt. Evelynn moaned as her pee began to pool around her ass before dripping into her skirt. Around 30 seconds later, her stream ended, and the succubus was left incredibly satisfied. And based on the faint moan of a certain kumiho, someone else was too. Evelynn smirked.
Ahri quickly clasped her hand over her mouth. She had gotten too caught up in her own pleasure that she had forgotten to stay silent. Hopefully, her friend didn't hear her…
"You can come out Darling! Don't be shy!"
Damn it.
Ahri slowly creeped out from behind her bush. "O-Oh. H-Hey Eve. I-I d-didn't m-mean to…
"Shhhhh. Oh Darling. I know why you're here. Your moans said it all," Evelynn cooed as she walked toward the kumiho. Even in the dark, she could see Ahri's cheeks turn red. "It's ok Sweetie. We all have our needs," she continued as she slowly stroked Ahri's crotch, causing her to moan. "Now. Mama Eve has some other 'business' to attend to. Care to watch?" The kumiho was silent. I'm guessing that's a yes.
Ahri looked on with intent as the succubus lifted her skirt up to reveal a pair of purple laced panties. She watched as Evelynn bent forward slightly and let out a small grunt. Over the sound of crickets in the night, Ahri could still make out a faint crackling noise as the succubus began to poop in her panties. The fox girl watched as a bulge appeared on the rear of her friend's underwear, the succubus moaning as she defecated. The bulge grew larger and larger until finally, Evelynn exhaled sharply and breathed heavily, signaling her log had ended. By this point, Ahri had once again started rubbing herself, unable to contain her arousal. Evelynn grinned.
"Not yet Darling," The succubus teased. "Come. Let's go somewhere a bit more cozy."
With that, Evelynn began to lead Ahri back to the house. As the kumiho walked behind, she became hypnotized as her friend swayed her waste-filled ass side to side. It took all of the popstar's willpower to not pin Evelynn down and start eating her pussy. Instead, she reached out and felt the bulge on her friend's panties. She shivered at the feeling of the succubus's defecation behind the fabric. Evelynn grinned in front of her, happy she found a new way to turn her friend on. After they reached their house, Evelynn led Ahri up to her room. The kumiho was desperately horny at this point, and the succubus knew it. After the pair entered Evelynn's room and closed the door, Ahri immediately groped her friend's ass and felt around the bulge. After this, she placed one hand above Evelynn's crotch and kept the other on the bulge. Then, she began to compress the bulge into Evelynn's butt. The succubus moaned as she felt her mess spread up her asscheeks. Afterwards, Evelynn sat down on her bed, feeling her poop spread even more. Ahri was still incredibly horny. There was one thing she needed though.
"Eve, I need to go to the bathroom."
"It's right over there."
Ahri grabbed a towel. "I never said I was using a toilet."
"That's a good girl."
Ahri gave her friend a sly smile as she relaxed her bladder and began peeing in her leggings. The kumiho sighed as her hot piss ran down her legs, wetting the material of her leggings. Evelynn watched as her foxy friend wet herself in front of her, which really turned her on. Copying Evelynn, Ahri squatted down and let her pee soak her butt with its warm wetness. While doing this, Ahri stuck her hand in her panties and felt her stream splash against it at full force. The kumiho shuddered at this feeling and brought her hand up and enveloped it in her mouth. She tasted her fresh piss on her tongue. It was salty, but not unbearable. Eventually, her stream died down, and Ahri was left squatting on a pee-soaked towel.
"Good girl, Ahri," cooed the succubus. "Now, why don't you make a mess in those pretty leggings too?"
"I already went earlier. I've got nothing left." As she finished that sentence though, she felt her bowels rumble. How? I let out so much earlier!
Evelynn let out a chuckle. "Oh sweetie. Are you sure about that?" Ahri looked at the succubus as she held up a bottle of laxatives.
"You bitch."
"I know."
Ahri smirked as her insides rumbled. She must've tainted my food while I wasn't looking. That sick demon. Just then, a stomach cramp hit the kumiho, causing her to hunch over. Ahri began to moan as she felt pressure build up in her rear. Evelynn gave a sexy smile as her friend's bowels gave out in front of her. Ahri let out a long fart before her bowels released their liquid contents into her leggings. The kumiho stuck her tongue out and moaned loudly as her diarrhea shot out of her ass and ran down her legs. The whole display was extremely hot to Evelynn, who slipped 2 fingers into her pussy and started masturbating as she watched her friend shit herself. As Ahri’s torrent ended, she felt a more solid log poke out her anus. Ahri let out a grunt as the turd pushed into her soiled leggings. Evelynn began fingering herself faster as she watched a bulge grow in the kumiho’s black leggings. She felt an orgasm quickly approaching. As Ahri’s log snapped off her anus, she heard Evelynn scream in ecstasy. She looked up and saw the succubus’s pussy releasing a clear fluid. In response, the kumiho crawled over to her friend, and started licking the sweet juices off her shaven vagina. Evelynn however, pushed her back, shaking her finger at her.
“Not yet Sweetheart,” the succubus said. “ Let’s get you cleaned up first.” Evelynn led her friend to her bathroom, where both popstars stripped naked and stepped inside the succubus’s double shower. The two idols spent the next 15 minutes making out and lathering each other’s bodies in soap, cleaning the excess mess from their “session” off. After they finished, they each grabbed a towel to dry themselves off. They didn’t bother putting on any clothes, since they both knew what came next. The idols made their way to Evelynn’s bed where Ahri climbed in and spread her legs open. The succubus wasted no time and bent down and started licking the kumiho’s pussy. Ahri moaned as Evelynn’s tongue masterfully traced circles around her entrance. She began squeezing her breasts as the succubus ate her out. It wasn’t long before the kumiho felt her nether regions tense up, before crying out in pleasure and splashing cum in her friend’s face. Ahri collapsed backwards onto the bed, her head hitting a pillow behind her. Evelynn gave her friend a moment to catch her breath before climbing in the bed with her and bringing her crotch right up to Ahri’s mouth. The popstar didn’t hesitate to bring the succubus down on her and started sucking her clit. Evelynn let out a moan as the kumiho drove her tongue deep inside her. Ahri began working the succubus’s pussy with her fingers, inserting her pointer finger deep into her core. Evelynn threw her head back and moaned as her friend’s fingers triggered another orgasm. As she came, she released a torrent of fluid into Ahri’s awaiting open mouth. The kumiho licked the excess juices off her lips, tasting the sweet flavor of her Evelynn's sex. The succubus gave a sly grin. "I assume you're gonna spend the night with me?
Ahri gave the succubus an enticing look. "Yeah. I guess I am." Evelynn smiled as she crawled up next to the kumiho and pulled the covers over them.
"Goodnight Darling."
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Chapter 6: "Accidents" in Public
Kai’Sa breathed a sigh of relief. It had been quite a morning for her. Her accident still fresh on her mind, the popstar exited the park, slinging her bag behind her back. She had spent the last half hour in the bathroom cleaning herself the best she could. It wasn’t easy, but eventually, the dancer had cleaned most of the dirt off herself. Following this, Kai’Sa threw her soiled shorts in the trash. She could get new ones later. The popstar made her way to the subway station to start heading home. All she wanted at the moment was a shower.
[meanwhile]
Akali was psyched. She’d never looked this good before. The rapper looked down at her outfit. She had picked out a black leather jacket, a white Gucci t-shirt, and black leggings with a flower design on the bottom. She boarded the train to Penn Station with excitement. She couldn’t wait to show Kai’Sa. As the train made its way to the city, Akali texted Kai’Sa to meet her at Penn Station. During the ride, the popstar got more than a few compliments from other passengers about her outfit. Akali beamed the whole journey.
Meanwhile, Kai’Sa had just arrived at Penn Station when she received Akali’s text. As much as she wanted to get home for a shower, the dancer wasn’t about to leave her friend hanging. She was mostly clean anyways. After about 20 minutes Akali’s train arrived. Akali walked out of the train, spotted Kai’Sa, and made her way over. The dancer lit up as soon as she saw her.
“Woah, ‘Kali, you look clean!”
“Just got this ‘fit earlier. You like it?”
“Hell yeah I do!”
Akali struck a cool pose in front of Kai’Sa to show off a bit more, causing the dancer to go wide-eyed and continue gushing over her. The rapper then grabbed her friend’s hand and led her out of the station.
“Um, ‘Kali? You know I just ran, right? I should probably shower.”
“Nah, you’ll be fine. Come on, let’s have some fun!”
Akali and Kai’Sa made their way into Midtown Manhattan for lunch. After which, the two found a hotel in Times Square and booked a room for the night. After the two dropped their things off, Kai’Sa began to pull off her shirt. “What are you up to Kai?” asked the rapper.
“Oh, I’m just about to have a shower,” replied the dancer. “I feel like I need one before we do anything else.”
“I guess. Hey, didn’t you bring shorts with you earlier?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Where are they? They aren’t in your bag.”
“Oh, u-um…”
The rapper smirked, beginning to put 2 and 2 together. “Kai, did something happen earlier that you aren’t telling me?”
Kai’Sa’s face quickly turned red. “W-what do you m-mean?”
“You normally never stress this much about having a shower. What’s going on?” Akali asked the now topless dancer. Though, she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.
Kai’Sa stuttered, “Well, I-I m-might have had a b-bit of an a-accident while r-running earlier a-and…”
Akali gave a sly smile and shushed the dancer. “Shh, don’t sweat it. Shit happens ok? Plus, it felt amazing, didn’t it?”
The dancer blushed furiously, “I-I guess, yeah. But s-still…”
“Pushing all of that out of you into your shorts. And out in public too? Girl, that must’ve been incredible.”
Kai’Sa blushed even harder, recalling her arousal from earlier. “You’re not disgusted with me?”
The rapper shook her head with a grin, “Kai, don’t sweat it. I had an accident last night at the club.”
“So THAT’S why you left early!”
Akali nodded. Her friend seeming to finally calm down from her embarrassment. “Now, go get yourself all clean. We have quite the night ahead of us.
As Kai’Sa showered, Akali laid down on the bed and thought about what the dancer had just revealed. She imagined her friend jogging in the park, becoming increasingly desperate with each passing moment. The rapper yanked her pants down and started rubbing herself, getting lost in her thoughts. She thought of Kai’Sa slowly losing control as she ran, stopping occasionally to hold herself. Akali slipped two fingers inside herself and started pumping them in and out at a brisk pace, moaning while doing so. She imagined the dancer finally giving out and releasing a jet of pee into her shorts. At the same time, squatting down and releasing the contents of her bowels, all while in plain sight.
“A-Ah… f-fuck… AHHHHHHH!!!” the rapper screamed as she orgasmed, her body arching back as pleasure rocked through her. As Akali’s mind slowly returned to reality, she turned her head and noticed Kai’Sa standing at the entrance hall naked, slowly rubbing her clit while moaning quietly. The rapper smirked and gave a wave. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Kai'Sa smiled, “I forgot how sexy you looked ‘Kali,”
“Right back at you,” replied Akali, getting up from the bed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll give you a bit of an encore.”
Kai’Sa watched as her friend kicked off her pants, pulled off her shirt, and walked over to the bathroom. The pair walked in where the rapper in one swift motion jumped backwards onto the sink and landed in a squatting position, her pussy facing the dancer. Akali smiled, “Now watch.”
Kai’Sa watched as Akali let out a sigh and began peeing into the sink, the golden liquid splashing against the white surface below. The popstar moaned as her piss continued to pour out of her. The dancer, getting increasingly turned on by the display, began lightly pinching her nipples, sending light shockwaves of pleasure through her body. After around 15 seconds, Akali’s stream died off, and the ninja hopped down from the counter. “Now it’s your turn,” she said.
Kai’Sa, who hadn’t peed in the shower, wanting to do something more exotic, grabbed a nearby stepping stool about a foot tall and placed it in front of the sink. Already naked, the dancer climbed onto the stool, and placed one of her feet on the counter while keeping the other one on the stool, angling herself to face Akali, who was impressed by her friend’s flexibility. All set up, Kai’Sa relaxed her muscles and allowed her pee to flow freely from her pussy. For a moment, her stream splashed directly onto the countertop, but the dancer managed to use her fingers to guide her stream into the sink. Akali, feeling horny, walked over to the sink and placed her hand in her friend’s stream. She shuddered as she felt Kai’Sa’s piss platter on her fingers, dripping off into the sink below. The dancer grinned as her stream lost its strength and her remaining piss spilled onto the floor. “I guess I have a slight cleanup to do,” she said.
“I’ll handle it. You get dressed.”
As Kai’Sa walked out, Akali grabbed some paper towels and wiped her friend’s urine off the floor and sink counter, leaving one spot. Leaning over, she licked the remainder of the dancer's piss off the counter, the salty taste entering her mouth. She shuddered at the naughty act and exited the bathroom, noticing that her dancer friend was lying on the bed, still naked.
“Are you just gonna stay like that all day?”
“For now at least.”
Smirking, Akali, also without clothes, climbed onto the bed with her. The two popstars would spend the majority of their day gossiping, watching TV, and occasionally touching each other, each of them orgasming more than once. Hours later, it began to get dark out, and the two popstars wandered off to get some dinner. Dressed in their new clothes, Akali and Kai’Sa walked 20 minutes to a nearby Japanese restaurant and placed their orders. Around this time, both girls began to notice a renewed need to piss. Kai’Sa spoke up first.
“You need to piss don’t you?”
“Kinda. You too?
“Yep,” Kai’Sa giggled. She knew her friend had the same idea that she did. Neither of them were using the bathroom until after they left the restaurant. As their appetizers arrived, her desperation still wasn’t that bad. She figured she had another 2 hours left before she wet herself. Not that she would mind if she did, of course.
Meanwhile, Akali wasn’t very desperate either, but the need was still there. She rubbed her thighs together, letting out a soft moan. She so badly wanted to just start rubbing her clit right then and there, it took all of her willpower to restrain herself.
After around an hour, the girls finished their meals, and returned to their hotel room. Their desperation levels had increased significantly, but neither seemed interested in using the restroom quite yet. Akali had also felt movement in her bowels, choosing to ignore them for the time being. Instead, the girls changed into more casual clothes. Akali put on a large, baggy black t-shirt, and opted not to wear anything besides her panties below her waist, her shirt covering her hip line. Kai’Sa chose to wear a white crop top, thin black sweatpants, and a green hoodie. Afterwards, the pair decided to walk around Times Square. Akali wanted to check out the Nintendo Store. As she walked, she felt her desperation in her bladder increase, she figured she had another 40 minutes before she lost control. Not a lot of time, but enough. Her bowels however, had different ideas. As they shifted, Akali guessed she had maybe another half hour before they gave out.
Kai’Sa however, was slowly reaching her breaking point. As they entered the store, she subtly held her crotch, trying to ease the pressure. She knew she didn’t have long before she lost it. Maybe 20 minutes. That didn’t matter to her though. She knew she was going to wet herself. Hell, she wanted to wet herself. Just not inside a store filled with expensive gaming equipment. As she pondered the thought, she and Akali stepped into the elevator. As they were riding, Akali smirked and briefly lifted her shirt, exposing her gray panties to the dancer. Kai’Sa blushed at the naughty act of her friend exposing herself in a public store, even if nobody else saw it. After the girls made their way upstairs, Akali found the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Demo. “Hey Kai’, wanna race?”
The dancer grinned, “You won’t beat me this time.”
Four minutes later, Akali was celebrating her first place finish, while Kai’Sa pouted at having come in fifth, behind 3 random NPCs. Having had her fun, the dancer was about to congratulate her friend when suddenly, her desperation surged, causing her to briefly leak into her panties. She instinctively grabbed her crotch and managed to hold back a torrent. At least, for now. It would be any moment now when her bladder would give out no matter what.
Seeing her friend’s predicament and being just about to make a mess of her own, Akali led Kai’Sa downstairs and outside before they made a mess inside the store. Moving quickly, she led the dancer to a less busy street while on the verge of messing herself. Her heart began to race. She already knew she was going to have an accident, and she didn’t mind that. She just hoped that no one would notice it.
For Kai’Sa, her bladder was just about ready to explode, but she was getting nervous. She was about to wet herself in the presence of nearby tourists. She was terrified, but also excited in some way. There was zero chance of being recognized. Kai’Sa had done both of hair in a way no one would recognize, and the masks they were wearing as part of their disguise would make recognition even harder. Finally, she and her friend stopped against a wall on a dimly lit part of the street to catch their breath. Though, as soon as the dancer took her hands off her crotch, a spurt of pee escaped into her panties. Then, another. Finally, after 11 hours of holding it in, Kai’Sa gasped as her bladder fully gave out, unleashing a torrent of yellow liquid down her sweatpants. She clasped her hand to her mouth to stifle a moan, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her urine ran down her legs, providing warmth on the cool night.
Seeing her friend enjoying herself so much, Akali decided to release her bladder as well. She sighed as her pee soaked her panties and poured onto the street below. As her piss continued to stream out of her, she squeezed her legs together, feeling her golden liquid warm up her legs and run onto her sandals. Nervously, she looked around. A few people walked by, but none noticed the two popstars. She figured it was either because they were in too dark of an area for anyone to notice, or no one cared. Either way, nothing would stop her from enjoying her accident. Akali moaned as more and more pee flowed into her panties, a blissful smile appearing on her face. Even before her stream ended, her bowels gave out and she felt her anus begin to open involuntarily. As she slowly stopped peeing, she let out a soft grunt as her anus stretched and began pushing a giant log out, the rapper not even having to put any effort into pushing as her body did it for her. She moaned as she began pooping in her already drenched underwear, squatting down slightly as she slowly filled her panties.
As her stream died down, Kai’Sa could hear the moans and soft grunts of her friend as she pooped herself. The dancer was getting incredibly horny at this point. Her eyes constantly looking between the few people passing by roughly 30 feet away on the street, and her bandmate who was currently enjoying messing herself on said street. Softly biting her lip, she discreetly slipped her hand down her panties and began rubbing herself slowly so as to not draw attention. The dancer softly moaned as she watched her friend continue her accident.
Meanwhile, Akali continued filling her panties. She was up to her third log, which was currently snaking its way out of her anus. As she pooped, she felt the bulge on her panties with her hand. She couldn’t believe how big it was. She could barely stretch her hand enough to cover it all. Now unbelievably turned on, Akali let out one last moan as her third log finally came to an end, leaving her breathing heavily. Catching her breath, she turned to her horny friend as they began to walk back to their hotel in their soiled clothes. “We’re gonna have a fun time in the shower when we get back,” she said, seductively.
“Yeah,” replied Kai’Sa. “We sure will.”
Author's note: Sorry this took so long. I've been really busy with projects outside this site. Don't worry though. Hope you enjoyed this long-ass chapter. Expect more updates for this story!
As always, artwork by Yajuu |
One month time skip…
Chapter 7: Evelynn x Akali
It’s the middle of November. K/DA has just returned home from a show in Toronto and the girls are eager to rest up until after Thanksgiving. For Ahri, that meant practicing her singing technique. For Kai’Sa, it meant scrambling around for 4 days trying to plan Thanksgiving dinner at the last minute. But for Akali and Evelynn, it meant relieving some “tension”.
Evelynn sighed as she exited her room. It was around 2:00 P.M. and she still hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes besides her black lace bra and panties. The diva considered herself a “mild exhibitionist”, so she was used to walking around the house with little to no clothes. Since she was bored, and Ahri and Kai’Sa were busy with their own things, she decided to hang out with Akali. She walked over to her room and knocked on her door.
“Dear? May I come in?”
“Fuck off,” Akali replied. Though, Evelynn knew that was just her snarky way of saying “hello” to her. She opened the door and found that her friend was laying in bed with one hand holding her phone, and the other down her pants, inserting itself into her pussy.
The diva smiled coyly as walked towards the bed, swaying her hips, which turned on the rapper even more.
“Relieving some stress, Dear?” Evelynn asked.
“A-ah… You bet…” Akali said between moans.
“Good girl,” the succubus cooed. She took the opportunity to climb onto the bed next to her bandmate. “What are you watching there?” she asked as her attention turned to her friend’s phone. Displayed on full screen, was a young couple, no older than their mid-twenties having sex while the woman received a golden shower from another girl. The scene was so hot, it made even Evelynn, who probably slept with a different man every week, blush. “Oh my…” she stuttered as she dove her hand into her panties and began masturbating. She let out a moan as she kept her eyes fixated on the video. Eventually, Akali opened a new video of a young Japanese woman messing in her see-through panties. This turned on the succubus even more as she began rubbing herself harder. Akali also quickened her pace as she shuffled to yet another video, this time, of a woman pissing herself in the middle of a street somewhere in Spain. This sent Evelynn into overdrive and she ended up cumming moments later, moaning loudly while doing so. Shortly after, Akali also climaxed, letting out a little scream as she soaked her hand and panties. For a moment, the two girls were left catching their breath together on the bed. After a bit, Evelynn had an idea. “Darling, how about we have a little late night fun out in the Plaza tonight?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Akali replied, intrigued. This prompted a mischievous smile to appear on the diva’s face.
At around 11:00 PM, the two girls set out on the half hour walk to the nearby Great Neck Plaza, a large town near their house on Long Island. With their hair done differently to help with disguise, Evelynn wore a black t-shirt that barely covered her hip line with her black lace panties and no bra, while Akali chose a black crop-top, also with no bra, and some tight denim shorts with no panties. As the pair arrived in town, they were already incredibly desperate to piss and shit. Although she hadn’t been holding it for as long as Evelynn, Akali was nowhere near as good at holding it as her friend. As the two walked, their lack of thick clothing meant they felt a bit cold during the mid-November night, but it was nothing unbearable.
Even as they were only walking, Evelynn was already feeling excited. She adored the thrill of walking around in broad view of complete strangers all the while barely covering her intimate areas. Once in a while, she would pretend to drop something and bend over to pick it up, exposing her lace panties to anyone behind her. She even caught a couple people staring at her a couple times, grinning as she continued walking. “You fucking slut,” Akali jabbed quietly while snickering.
“It’s what I do best.”
“I know.” Akali sighed as she walked. Not wanting to be outdone, every few minutes, she would stretch in a way that lifted her top just enough to slightly expose her breasts to anyone lucky enough to see them. Like her friend, she caught a few people staring in her direction. This got her turned on. On top of that, she hadn’t pissed in 9 hours at this point and hadn’t shit since the day before, so her body was screaming for release. As cars whizzed by, she began to grip her crotch a couple times to maintain control.
“Getting desperate, Darling?” Evelynn questioned with a playful look on her face.
“Yeah. It won’t be long now.”
“Good,” Evelynn said. She herself was almost at her breaking point. She hadn’t used the bathroom at all today, so her bladder and bowels were aching with desperation, filling her with arousal. Feeling a bit cocky, she lifted her shirt slightly to expose her panties. The street wasn’t exactly busy with people, but the few people who noticed stared, but quickly looked away when Evelynn glanced back at them. She loved toying with people like that. She knew she was hot. Why hide it from the world? Hell, her private nudes were leaked on Twitter once, and she retweeted the post. The only thing stopping her from stripping down and walking around nude right now was the American law against public nudity. She sighed. This was why she liked Germany so much.
Suddenly, a spasm of desperation washed over her like a tsunami. Instinctively, she grabbed her crotch with one hand, but that didn’t stop her from briefly leaking into her panties. On top of that, the diva felt her anus pucker. Her massive load of shit wouldn’t be contained for much longer. Looking over, she could immediately tell her friend was in a similar predicament, the ninja’s hands gripping her ass as if she were mere moments away from messing herself, which in fact, she was. Evelynn quickly looked around. Though many cars drove by them on the road, the sidewalk had only a few people within 100 feet. Signaling Akali to stop, she lifted her shirt just above her waist and prepared for her accident. A moment later, after more than a day of holding it in, her body gave out, and Evelynn began peeing into her lace panties for all the world to see. She sighed heavily as a day’s worth of piss soaked her underwear and splattered on the ground, forming a giant puddle underneath her. Though it was too dark to actually see them, Evelynn imagined the look on the faces of the people driving by on the road. She imagined they’d be shocked to find a woman as hot as she was exposing her panties for everyone to see and peeing through them without a care in the world. The thought alone made her even more aroused. With her stream not ending anytime soon, she spread her legs apart and squatted down slightly as her anus widened and quickly began to push out a massive turd into her panties. She let out a moan as her log snaked its way into her underwear, causing them to tent outward. At this point, Evelynn noticed a couple of people several dozen feet away taking pictures in her direction. Still in the middle of pissing herself, she turned so that her ass was facing the people and continued pooping. Their disguises were so rock solid that even their bandmates could barely recognize them. The diva let out a moan as her body expelled more and more waste into her filthy panties.
Meanwhile, Akali was on the brink of exploding. Watching her friend relieve herself out in the open turned her on greatly. Suddenly, her bowels couldn’t take it anymore, and she doubled over and released a semi-solid mess into her shorts, staining the inside brown. At the same time, she began pissing like a racehorse in her shorts, quickly soaking them and forming a puddle underneath her. The rapper felt the warm liquid run down her legs and into her shoes. Feeling overwhelmed, Akali stuck her tongue out and moaned as she continued emptying herself into her shorts. Wanting to avoid her shit running down her leg, she squatted down and allowed it to pool around her ass and leak out the back of her shorts. Eventually, her soft mess was replaced with harder logs, which slowly pushed their way into her filthy bottoms. The ninja was so turned on by this whole thing. Here she was, being recorded pissing and messing herself with her friend by random strangers who had no idea who they were. She moaned with delight as her accident continued.
This was what Evelynn lived for. Even as her pee stream weakened, her bowels kept expelling more shit. After her second log ended, they began to expel some liquid diarrhea. She joined her friend in squatting down to avoid getting her legs dirty and moaned. She felt so dirty. So naughty. She could feel the stares of the people watching, and she relished in it. She was one of the most famous idols in the world, relieving herself in her exposed panties for all to see. And yet, she felt invincible. See, this wasn’t the first time she had done something like this. For years, she would go out in crowded areas wearing the most revealing, skimpy clothing possible, all while under heavy disguise. She had mastered the practice in no time. Every time she would find pictures of her outing online, and every time, no one knew it was her. Evelynn grinned as her shit continued to pour out of her.
Finally, after more than 2 minutes, both girls finished relieving themselves and stood up. When they looked around, they saw at least 11 or 12 people standing a few dozen yards away, filming their accidents on their phones. Acting quickly, the pair ducked into a nearby store to get cleaned up in the bathroom. Getting in one stall together, they dumped their mess into the toilet, cleaned themselves the best they could, and walked out. Evelynn shoved her soiled panties into a plastic bag Akali had brought with her and was no going pantyless. Akali however, was forced to wear her dirtied shorts for the time being as her top didn’t cover her hips. The people who witnessed their accident were gone, probably having gone home to pleasure themselves to their videos. Giggling to themselves, the two popstars began their walk home. As soon as they exited town and got away from most of the lights, they took off all of their clothes and put them in another bag Akali brought. As they walked home naked, the girls couldn’t help but feel exhilarated by what they had just done. “I assume we’ll be doing this again sometime?” Akali asked.
“Oh absolutely, Darling.”
Author’s note: A bit of a shorter chapter here, but I had a lot of fun writing this one.
TBC…
Artwork by Yajuu
Edited December 16, 2021 by Renegaxze
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“Already? Now that’s embarrassing for you Rory, hardly even held it, what...two hours maximum?” Rory’s legs were shaking, knees pushing together, trembling as she tried with all her might to push them apart and stand normally. This was all caused by that blonde girl, amusement clear in her voice when she spoke. The brunette’s body was begging for a way to hold it that didn’t involve holding herself like an embarrassing fucking toddler! She knew how to use the toilet! She just...wasn’t allowed to right now, said door locked. Both keys around the necks of her tormentors.
“You! Bitch...Bitches! If I- Didn’t ne-need to, I wouldn’t be in front of the bathroom!” Rory’s eyes were locked on the key not even caring that she stuttered. Blue eyes wide, wet with emotion, could barely focus on that smirk each girl wore. Rory hated the way these two girls were looking at her, as if drinking in her desperation, entertaining the idea of this girl losing what little control over her body that she had left.
“How badly do you need it? Prepared to beg? How...pitiful, needing to go so bad you can’t even speak, why doesn’t the little girl go use the potty~?” The snide giggle came from Madeline, whose back was against the bathroom door. Making sure in desperation the brunette couldn’t try to break the door down. Honestly though, this girl couldn’t even stand up straight, Rory whimpering, as her hands forced themselves between her thighs, her shorts tight against her skin. It felt like the fire in her chest was more and more intense the lower in her torso. Every movement made her body want to release a drop, anything just to get a smidgen of relief from this damn affliction.
Rory could feel the two girl’s eyes on her, their gaze like a burning touch across her thighs, that wouldn’t stop trembling. Her knees could barely stand to hold her weight, shoving themselves together as her upper half bent over her lower. The pressure not really helping the situation, but standing up was so much worse.
The desperate, defiling need was clawing its way down her body, tensing the muscles in her stomach, begging her to stop tensing her body, just let go of a small rush of the liquid she needed to get out of her body, her system. It was the ultimate temptation, only cut by the laughter of the two girls who were watching, Paris was holding something, and with a quick glance up, Rory whimpered, unable to form the words she needed.
“You know, this video will be lovely to watch if you get too uppity with me again Rory, go on, wet yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.”
Rory could only muster the strength to shake her head, her legs were shaking so much, her shoes kept slipping on the tile floor. Her legs wanted to lower her to the ground. But, any contact with the cold floor scared her, any more sensations down there, and her body would give out. Paris stepped forward with a click of her shoes, a finger jabbing Rory in the lower stomach, dragging a keen from the brunette, eliciting a sneer from the blonde.
“Hgn! Ngh...ha-...Fuck! What...the fuck i-is your problem!” The quick panting breaths that came from Rory in that moment were all she could focus on, barely hearing the jeers from her supposed ‘friends’ embarrassment creeping up her spine like a near disease. Their words blurred together, as she felt the first step in her body’s next plan.
A droplet had sneaked out, followed by another, and another, soaking into the pale pink fabric of her panties. The liquid was warm, only making it worse on her lower half, her breaths were getting shorter, and her legs stopped shaking, from just how hard she was tensing her poor abused lower half.
Rory’s hand slammed into the wall beside her with such force, Paris let out a gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Madeline snickering behind her hand as she hadn’t noticed yet, fingers playing with the chain around her neck, the two girls nearing the end of their prank, planning on letting the girl off the hook.
“Oh my fucking god- Mady she’s pissing herself, holy shit!” Paris’ voice was mixed with amusement and disgust, and Rory felt her eyes finally have too many tears to hold, the liquid leaking down her flushed cheeks.
Then the warmth wasn’t just a handful of rebellious drops that wanted to release pressure. Liquid was brushing it’s warmth across the fabric of her shorts, soaking through her thin panties in only a matter of seconds. A noise of relief left her as the burst of liquid only let the floodgates break. Instead of her shorts only being blotched with liquid, instead a stream was splashing down between her legs, the sound unmistakable between the girls.
“W-Wait no I-” What little she was able to speak quickly melted into a noise that wasn’t one of desperation, wasn’t one of anything but...pleasure, from the relief of the sudden...emptiness in her bladder? The puddle on the floor spread between her shoes, flowing between the tiles underneath her. Rory knew...she should feel shame, embarrassment, but instead thrills of heat struck her. She wanted more, and instead of trying to stop, she only let it go, shivering, with a muted moan, not knowing when she pushed the back of her hand to her mouth, her other still on the wall beside her.
Even just the thought of it now made that odd little zing rush straight to Rory’s thighs, spreading it’s tingling claws up her sensitive thighs, ever closer to the area that called for attention...Recalling the memory of the two girls teasing her to the brink...and then some.
“Rory?” Lane had come back, with that bottle of wine she had promised. Rory flushed, noticing her hand on her thigh, leg bouncing, the flashback having been brought up due to her sudden need…though it wasn’t as bad as it had been that day, she wished it was.
“Oh I uhm...just thinking about what happened...The other day, the way I was forced to uhm….y-you know.” Even just mentioning it made her flush, her mind bringing up fantasies of how else that memory might have ended. Lane even seemed to be embarrassed for her, glancing away, and pouring two glasses of the drink. Rory’s eyes lingering on her friend’s pink cheeks.
“I can’t even imagine feeling that way...Embarrassed right?” Lane seemed to glance at Rory from the side of her eye, as if searching her features for something. Rory met the eyes of her friend, and nodded, though...hesitated. She felt guilty for lying but, how did you admit that it...turned you on?
“That and...other things...I...well, is it normal to feel, ways from...an incident like that?” Rory swallowed, nervous at the sudden look of surprise on Lane’s face, but only flushed more when her friend nodded in response to her question.
“I-It uhm, makes….me feel that way when I do that on...purpose.” Rory’s noise caught poor Lane off guard, making her down the wine in a couple of gulps, pouring herself more, Rory polishing off hers as well, to gather more courage.
“N-No! Don’t take me the wrong way! I...It...It turns me on, to piss myself.” To that Lane flushed, shuffling her knees together, her own need delicately making itself known against her lower stomach. She had been holding it, planning on secretly wetting after Rory was gone.
“I-I uhm, feel the same...The squirming, it...it makes me... Do you...well, I mean if it’s both of us, we could...enjoy it in company?” Lane’s suggestion snapped Rory’s eyes up to the other girl’s, her cheeks couldn’t be any pinker if they tried.
“We could have a contest, the winner...gets to enjoy themselves a little more?” Rory felt breathless, the idea of Lane’s head, bobbing between her thighs? Or...making this kinky girl moan. Her hand balled into her blue shorts, the Nike logo crinkling with the fabric.
“S-Sure! But...I hope you’ll enjoy getting me off in soaked pink shorts Lane.” Rory flushed at her own boldness, loving the way Lane crossed her legs, pushing her hands down the legs of those gym shorts, to grip the hem. It was so clear that Lane had put herself at a disadvantage, it turned Rory on so much, feeling herself grow wet at such a simple discovery.
Rory loved that cute look on her face, her body tensing, and untensing, trying to save energy. Already her need was pressing against her lower half, sending her knees together, she knew her body was still recovering from giving out only a couple of days prior.
Yet the idea of….pissing herself in front of someone, made her take another drink, the buzz of alcohol filling her limbs, her legs, making that soaking heat gathering between her thighs all the more noticeable.
“Ngh! R-Rory, your legs are already shaking, should you really drink more? Are you trying to lose?” Lane’s amused voice didn’t match her body, hunched over, hands between her legs, Rory felt her thighs tense, knowing she had almost...barely escaped from wetting herself, losing so quickly.
“Maybe I just wanna hear you moan like t-that again~” Rory’s confidence was all too real, but her legs were betraying the fact that her body was giving out. Knees shaking, ankles far apart, she didn’t dare put her hand against herself. She wouldn’t be able to not touch herself, soaking wet as her pussy was.
“Hehe...so much c-confidence for a loser.” Rory grinned, assuming it was more sexy trash talk, until she felt her leg jerk from sudden pleasure, and not a single person had touched her.
“O-Oh! Fuck I...Ngh~!” Her body, with its recent shutdown, was sensitive, too sensitive for the mix of booze and pressure, she was doomed to lose from the very start, something Lane looked thrilled about. Her shorts, a soft pale blue, with pink trim stood no chance. The burst of urine that came from Rory soaked the inner thighs of her shorts within seconds. The warmth of the liquid pooling between her legs, leaking down the front of the leather couch, staining the shorts as Rory moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, as her head tilted back against the couch.
The feeling it sent up her body made her shiver, peaking her eyes open to watch Lane. The sight almost made her cum right then and there, Lane was shaking, pink-faced, hands between her legs, bent over a bit...All while fixated on the pee that was on her couch, across Rory’s body.
“I….it was so sudden...h-how much did we drink?” Rory was fearful for a second that Lane was going to betray her, pulling out a camera to expose her to the would-be bullys of before. However she didn’t, instead, crossing her legs the other way, her breathing giving away the way her full bladder was making her feel. Brown eyes taking in the sight, hands shaking with need.
“I won Rory...my...r-reward. I need it...” Rory flushed watching her companion as those legs trembled with the effort it took to hold back her need. Slowly inched apart at the knees, showing a pair of shorts that wasn’t good at hiding her shame at all. A neon pink pair, that right in front of Rory’s eyes had a few sporadic droplets soaking into it, the dark color so very obvious.
“Can...you handle your reward?” Rory’s voice was a purr of lust, now that her need was gone, her bladder empty in such a hot way, soaked all the way through her shorts, she was ready to make Lane’s body beg for release, in more ways than one.
Leaning over, Rory loved how Lane’s breath hitched. Her hand moving across the couch to hold her knee, pushing her legs apart knowing her body wasn’t ready for such a sudden movement.
Her body lasted about two seconds before a small stream just barely managed to wet her crotch, those pink shorts clinging to the girl. Lane’s gasp was so pleasure filled Rory couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at the girl in front of her, legs shaking more now from the simple pleasure of releasing some pressure rather than the strain of holding back her needs.
Rory pressed her lips to the inner side of Lane’s thigh, letting her breath fog over the sensitive skin as Lane’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. The winner’s own breath hitching at the sensations that hadn’t even begun to pleasure her yet. All Rory responded with was the sound of soft laughter, her tongue moving over the upper part of her inner thigh, drawing a smiley with the tip of her tongue through the pink shorts. Lane groaned softly, under her breath, trying to keep the sound in check.
“T-Tease...get to it...I won, didn’t I-I? Ngh!” That cute stutter in her voice was cut off when the air was exposed to her soaked panties, pastel green with a blotch of yellow, no puddle yet. Her bladder bumped through her tank top, showing how much she still had left.
“And miss these sounds you’re making?” The teasing in Rory’s voice was unmistakable, as she dropped the shorts to the ground, crumpled and wet, Rory hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down, to relish how wet Lane was.
Rory was eager, and so was Lane, who’s legs spread, allowing a little bit of urine to drip onto the couch, the girl’s hands, gripping the couch behind her head, as Rory kept her legs apart.
Leaning her head down, Rory slowly dragged her tongue over the lips of her flower. Gentle and slow, loving how the steady breathing from before was anything but with just a simple movement.
“Ohfuckme...such a tease.” Her voice was breathless after only one little touch of the tip of her tongue, yet Rory wasn’t one to keep her winner waiting. Her tongue gently explored a hair deeper, loving the way Lane’s thighs squeezed either side of her head. Flicking the tip she barely brushed her bud of pleasure, loving the near-shout Lane made at such a simple pleasure.
“Oh god! Oh...please...don’t stop! More!” Every couple of seconds begs fell from the smaller woman’s mouth, urging her to continue, eyes closed, and mouth open, her panting was all Rory needed as encouragement. Only a small movement of her tongue was needed to draw her clit into her mouth, sucking on it only sent poor Lane into heaven, and Rory felt it, her body giving out.
“Ngh! Fuck! Rory!” Her calls were only getting louder, as Rory’s fingers dug into the flesh of her friend, feeling her muscles tighten more and more, her head moving between the pale legs of the winner, whose body wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Her body loosened just a hair, urine splashing between the two, soaking into the couch and leaking down the front of the couch, getting on Rory’s shirt as she continued her task, smiling against the needy puss, that was trying to ride her mouth in the cutest way.
“O-Oh fuck- I can’t keep i-it...it in! I-'' What passed through her lips next was nothing more than moans, her back arching from the couch as her piss soaked into the carpet, though that wasn’t the only liquid coming out of her, drool shining on the edge of her lips, as her eyes closed. Rory loved how loud her little winner was, pulling back with a smirk, licking her lips.
“Congratulations~”
“Mmm….I” Madeline glanced at Paris as her friend leaned down beside her, though much slower than she usually did. Cutting herself off, Madeline coughed to cover it up, though tensed as she did...What was wrong with her?
It was like her body was slowly heating up, as if it couldn’t focus on anything else other than her bladder. Heating up her lower half, making every brush of clothing, every glance her way so much more...intense, shouldn’t she just go...pee? Nono...not in the middle of gym class.
The only weird thing was that she had barely drank any of the water Rory had given her. The water Rory had given to both her, and...Paris...that made her have to pee very suddenly.
“W- Fuck...What is it?” Paris whispered under her breath, fingers reaching for her ankles and grabbing them, holding the yoga pose the class was all following. Though it felt like her body was screaming for her to just leave, go to the bathroom. She was fine though, it wasn’t that bad, right? She had half a bottle of water, she shouldn’t need to go this badly! Though...she didn’t want to go take care of it, not yet.
“Are...you okay? it’s….I feel weird.” Madeline swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, as she assumed the same position, feeling her stomach bend over her bladder just a bit, the pressure was immense. Her face flushed with the feeling of need that buzzed up her spine, mixing with the warmth that was pressing on her lower half, dragging it’s seductive fingers across places she really didn’t need to have to...satisfy, in the middle of the day.
“Same, I...doubt she drugged us.” Paris huffed, more annoyed with her bladder than her friend, who seemed to have a similar problem. The two on the same page about what was...wrong.
“Y-Yeah, I barely even have to...anyway.” Madeline murmured, avoiding the sharp eye of their instructor, focusing on her gym sneakers, glancing to Paris one last time.
If she was faring badly, then poor Paris was doing much worse, even from the two feet away she was, she could see easily that Paris’ hands weren’t steady, as the rest of the class moved to spread their legs apart. Paris’ were shaking like a leaf, the girl panting though this class was low-exertion.
Everyone in the class besides the two were chatting, giggling, and Paris’ face flushed, blonde hair held out of her face in a ponytail. Were they talking about her? No...no, Mady was fine and so was she.
That fire in Paris’ stomach was only clawing lower, matching with Madeline as she tried to ignore it, sinking to one knee, she whimpered, a sting of pain shooting up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, a small bit of confusion passing her face as she….felt herself grow wet, but...in more ways than one.
Peeing, Paris was peeing herself in the middle of gym class.
But that was impossible wasn’t it?! It wasn’t like she had to go that badly! Madeline whimpered quietly, as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend, who was frozen in place, shaking as urine splashed down her thigh, soaking into her mat as people in the classroom fell silent.
“M-Mady...” Paris’ voice, next to her, shaking, steeped in desperation that only made Mady acutely aware of how far apart her legs were spread, eyes unable to look away.
“Yea- Oh god.” Mady had looked up to her friend, expecting her to need help out of her position, not for Paris to be staring at her legs, only to realize what was happening amongst the whispers of their classmates.
Madeline’s legs were slowly darkening with rivulets of yellow leaking down the navy blue shorts. Dripping off the edge of the hem, down her pale legs to the yoga mat underneath her, knees were shaking, barely able to support her, and both girls were too terrified to move. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional giggle, and both girls knew who the culprit was.
Paris was staring straight at Mady’s accident, and she knew what was happening. Paris could feel the warmth soaking her shorts, her underwear, the warmth of it making her aching needy pussy only that much more desperate. She was losing control, she loved it, she was so fucking horny, and all she had done was...piss herself, in front of everyone, right...next to Madeline.
“What happened?! I’ve never...done that before.” Madeline was biting her nails, legs on the bench beside her as Paris paced, the two girls in their undergarments, while their clothes washed in the gym’s attached laundry room. The rest of the class finishing outside.
Madeline couldn’t take her eyes from Paris’ panties, stained a little yellow from her accident, she jerked her eyes away whenever Paris’ eyes fell on her own, embarrassed, but...enjoying the way her friend looked.
“Didn’t feel nice, did it now, girls?” Rory’s voice, from behind a row of lockers, stepping into view, she was in her own gym clothes, and Paris had to rip her eyes away from Mady’s wet panties, flushing pink.
“What on earth are you-” Paris stopped as Rory came closer, eyes raking over their wet, stained clothes, with a sneer.
“Didn’t feel the need to change out of those...garments?” Rory knew it, the shifty looks, the way they were covering themselves, as if worried she could see how horny they were.
”You liked it, didn’t you...pissing yourselves?” Rory as she spoke stepped closer to Paris, a forefinger playing across the wet, see-through slit in her garments. Paris’ yelp turned into a moan, before she could stop herself. Hands covering her mouth as she looked away. Madeline’s legs unintentionally pushed apart, wanting it so badly, her body betrayed her lust, hoping to be touched too.
Rory moved to give her what she wanted, a thumb pressing through the wet fabric to play against the tip of her clit. Mady’s reaction was immediate, a stifled groan into her palm, eyes shutting from the surge of pleasure.
“It’s too easy...stop messing with me...both of you...and we can help each other out...If you’re that needy, that horny, from peeing yourself...” Rory trailed off, Paris looking on with near jealous eyes at the touches she wasn’t getting, moving closer to straddle the bench, her own hand on her own thigh, as if trying to tempt the brunette.
“And if I did like it? What are you going to do?” Paris spoke, while Madeline nearly rutted on Rory’s thumb. Paris felt her nipples harden, poking through her shirt, as Rory glanced down, taking in Paris’ obviously wet underclothes.
“I’ll let you get off on me....I’ll pleasure both of you...since it was so easy to get you both to piss yourselves, embarrassed that you liked it?” Mady and Paris felt like they’d burn alive if they didn’t take this girl’s offer, frantic nodding meeting the offer made.
Rory took her thumb away, Madeline covering her mouth to keep from moaning, eyes half lidded in pure lust, Paris trying to fight hers back and failing, especially with the diuretics still in her system, the bench she sat on was slowly wetting with what little liquid had reentered her bladder.
Rory undressed in front of them, dropping her shirt to the floor, her shorts to the ground, as she pushed Paris’ legs apart, straddling the blonde, their wet panties, stained slightly yellow pressed together, Paris whimpering in need as Rory’s lips locked with hers, their hips rutting together, their clits only getting mild friction from the inside of their soaking wet pussies and their silk panties, their shorts hanging off their legs, soaked with urine from both girls.
“R-Rory, what about me? I...I want it too, I’ll piss myself again...anything please?” She was desperate, and Rory couldn’t speak with the moaning she was doing into the lips of the prissy blonde she had tamed. Moving to push Paris down onto the bench, she kept riding her, fingers fumbling to push silk out of the way to scissor the girl, the scent of urine turning all the girls on even more.
Paris was moaning, her head tilted back as she saw Madeline take the hint, wet panties pushed down, she moved to kneel on the bench, aching puss only an inch away from Paris’ mouth.
“So horny just from a little bit of peeing?” Rory teased, unable to help herself, getting even more turned on from how her own body bounced against Paris’, how Paris’ hands went to Madeline’s hips and dragged her pussy onto her lips, eating Mady out as the girls’ legs gave out, sitting fully on Paris' face.
Rory didn’t waste time, leaning forward to grab Madeline’s face, she kissed her, their lips locking and unlocking to breathe, moans muffled into each other, as Rory’s own body responded to the lust. Her urine leaked down Paris’ bare stomach, soaking the under edge of her bra, and leaking to the side, down to the floor, into a small puddle.
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After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me.
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Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate.
Chapter 1
Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop?
Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police.
It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught.
Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her.
Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot.
Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something.
The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!!
And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered.
“Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car.
“What?” Maribel was confused.
“The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.”
“Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it!
Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it.
Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her.
WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet.
After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone.
“You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.”
“This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?”
“The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?”
Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home.
“Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.”
“Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, I’m sorry for being rude.”
“No problem – have a good night”.
Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?
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Chapter 3
“Good morning, Maribel”
Maribel looked away from her work computer to see her colleague, Nick, the junior analyst she shared her office with, standing at her desk with two coffee cups in hand.
“Want one? Milk and one sugar.”
“Sure – thank you!”
The bank headquarters offered free coffee to employees, but you had go to the 2nd floor cafeteria to get it. It was to encourage “cross-pollination of ideas” and “synergy”, as an especially cringe-worthy corporate training video put it. The corporate buzzwords were straight out of 2015.
Nick was only months out of college and obviously trying to get on everyone’s good side. Today, that apparently meant saving Maribel the trip downstairs for her usual morning coffee. And it’s working, she mused as she sipped.
Maribel was well aware of how careful she needed to be about her liquid intake. However, she couldn’t avoid drinking anything at all, and the caffeine was just the jump start she needed to delve into the week’s financial analysis and reports. Also, Maribel had prepared. The sports bottle was in her purse if she needed it.
For the next few hours, Maribel buried herself in her work. At around 11:30am, her boss stopped by her desk.
“There’s an exciting new online training we’re supposed to take,” Kathleen said, dryly. Clearly she was as unenthused as Maribel was. “I know these things are a pain, but please take care of it by the end of the day. It’s only supposed to be a half hour, and I want to check it off our team’s list.”
“Absolutely,” Maribel replied. “I’ll finish this report and get to it right after lunch.”
Kathleen nodded and left Maribel to her work.
When Maribel got up for lunch an hour later, she could feel that the coffee had made its way through her. It had only been one cup, and she hadn’t had anything else to drink so far so the need was relatively mild. But she figured it would be best to use the bottle before things got urgent.
Maribel headed to the bathroom, purse in hand. The four stalls were already occupied in the lunch rush, so she waited a minute or two for one to open up. Then, she headed inside, shutting the door. Maribel pulled down her panties and hiked up her short pencil skirt. This part was normal, something she had done so many times. But this time, instead of sitting down on toilet to pee, Maribel took the sports bottle out of the purse and unscrewed the lid.
She took a deep breath, gazing at the toilet right in front of her.
Is this really my life now? Do I really have to do this?
The detection toilet’s emblem somehow seemed to stare ominously back at Maribel, as if to silently answer that yes, this was her life now. And yes, she absolutely had to do this.
Putting the bottle’s mouth over her pussy, Maribel tried to let go. At first, nothing happened. She had never peed into a bottle before. It didn’t feel….normal. And with the people coming and going from the bathroom, wouldn’t someone hear her? Of course they would, but plenty of people were peeing – it was doubtful that they could tell the difference, Maribel realized.
The next time someone turned on a sink to wash their hands, Maribel concentrated on the sound of the flowing water and began to pee into the sports bottle. She could feel the bottle get heavier as she peed, and soon the flow stopped. Maribel capped the bottle and used some toilet paper to dry off the last remaining drops, careful to put it into the receptacle intended for sanitary products and not the toilet.
Maribel looked at the bottle, and saw that she’d filled it about halfway. After putting the bottle back into her purse, Maribel exited the stall. Her plan was working.
She looked around. Maribel had intended to empty the bottle into one of the bathroom sinks, but there were too many people around. Emptying a bottle of yellow liquid that smelled distinctly of urine in front of coworkers would be a dead giveaway. So Maribel kept the bottle in her purse and left the bathroom.
Having been under florescent office lights all morning, Maribel wanted to enjoy the spring air so she headed outdoors. She took a short walk to one of her favorite food trucks.
“One chicken fajita wrap, please” she told the owner.
“Want some water with that?”
“Yeah,” Maribel replied. She was getting thirsty, and besides there was still room left in the bottle stashed in her purse.
Maribel unzipped her purse just enough to pull some cash out, careful not to reveal any sign of the bottle of piss she was hiding, and paid. The food truck owner handed Maribel a brown paper bag with her wrap and then a cold bottle of water..
After walking for a bit, Maribel found a bench with some tree shade and settled in for her lunch. As she ate, she drank the water.
It hadn’t occurred to Maribel to check the size of the water bottle. At one US pint – a bit shy of half a liter, it wasn’t particularly large. It was the standard size of most bottles of water sold around the city. It was the first drink she’d had in hours, and she finished it quickly. Maribel briefly considered stashing the empty bottle for future….use. But upon inspection, the mouth was too small. If she tried using it there was too much of a risk of making a mess.
So, Maribel disposed of the empty water bottle along with the rest of the trash from her lunch on the way back to the office. |
Thanks for the support, everyone. Chapter 4 is a bit longer than usual, and there's some exposition at the beginning. But please stick with it - the world building is important. I promise it will pay off. I'm enjoying this even more than I thought I would. I'm aiming for at least 10 chapters at this point.
Chapter 4
Maribel returned to her desk, and decided to get that online training out of the way, as she promised her boss she would. She popped in her company-issued ear buds and started the training program on her computer.
A familiar face appeared on screen.
“Hello, this is Mayor Elrick McAdams. When I began serving this great city as mayor nearly three and a half years ago, it was widely thought that the elimination of cash bail in our state would lead to higher crime rates. And for a while, that’s exactly what happened. I promised that I would solve this problem without reinstating the draconian cash bail system that allowed people of means to await their court dates from home and put people of lesser means, often people of color, behind bars before ever having been convicted of crimes. I promised that I would solve this problem in a way that makes our city safer and holds criminals accountable while remaining fair, just and non-discriminatory, in keeping with my progressive values.”
Maribel watched with increasing horror.
Mayor McAdams paused, then continued.
“I am a leader who keeps his promises. For the past two years, I have been working closely with my good friend, the visionary Leon Dusk. In addition to implementing supersonic transport, putting the first person on Mars and creating the most successful crypto currency the world has ever seen, Mr. Dusk was the mind behind Detection, a revolutionary new program backed by powerful technology that I have no doubt will become the most successful, game changing criminal apprehension tool since the advent of dusting for fingerprints.”
God, I really hope not, Maribel couldn’t help thinking.
“My fellow citizens, there are criminals among us who have found ways to evade the criminal justice system. Criminals who threaten the safety of each and every person in this city. It is time for these criminals to be brought to justice.”
The mayor went on to explain what detection toilets were, and how by May 5th, 2025 every toilet in the city would be replaced with one.
Maribel checked the date display on her phone. May 5th. Of fucking course.
And the timing is pure coincidence, I suppose, being smack in the middle of the mayor’s re-election campaign.
Despite the sarcasm, Maribel had to admit to herself that it was an ingenious plan. The need to pee was universal, and DNA was immutable. The Detection program would absolutely catch a lot of fugitives in its cross hairs. All the while, the rest of society could continue to go about their lives as usual.
The remainder of the training was about watching for the signs someone could be attempting to evade the Detection program. Signs like avoiding the intake of liquids, showing the need to urinate despite the availability of bathrooms, illegally urinating in places other than a toilet, illegally disposing of urine in places other than a toilet or illegal possession of a container of urine.
Maribel couldn’t help but glance at the desk drawer where she kept her purse, realizing the half full bottle inside it was now contraband.
Suspicious behavior, Maribel learned as she continued the training, was unsurprisingly to be immediately reported to the police.
Training completed, Maribel popped her ear buds back into their charging case. She tried to get back to work, but her mind kept wandering back to the training session.
Sure, I’m technically a fugitive but I’m not hurting anyone. I’m a good person. I haven’t done anything wrong in years. I’m not one of the violent assholes causing mayhem. I wish….I wish I could just explain…
Maribel could explain, of course, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. If the authorities found out who she really was, the plain and simple fact was that Maribel would go to prison.
Is that really where I belong? PRISON???
Maribel got up from her desk.
I’m just anxious, Maribel decided. I’ll take a short walk around the floor to clear my thoughts, stretch my legs. It’s gonna be fine.
“Hey, Nick” she called to her colleague.
“Yeah?” he replied from behind his computer screen.
“I’m taking a break. If someone asks for me tell them I’ll be back in ten.”
“Sure, got it.”
Maribel started her walk through the hallways, trying to calm her nerves. As she walked, she realized her restlessness wasn’t simply in her head. That familiar feeling of pressure between her legs had returned - a bit distracting, but not too urgent.
I’ll be fine, Maribel reminded herself.
As she headed around a corner, Maribel saw five police officers and stopped in her tracks. Were they coming for her? How could they be? Had a few drops of piss from this morning somehow made it into the detection toilet? She’d been sure she grabbed herself in time!
Then, she saw that the police officers already had their target. He looked male, 40s…..six feet, thick dark hair, expensive looking suit. As the officers led the handcuffed man closer, she recognized him despite the look of utter defeat on his face.
Oh my god, it’s Sam, Maribel realized. It was surreal. Sam Robinson was easily the most revered member of the cybersecurity team. Sam, a fugitive? It couldn’t be.
Of course it could be, Maribel corrected herself. After all, I am.
Utterly shaken, Maribel headed back to her desk. It took a few attempts, but she managed to put Sam out of her mind and get back to work. The numbers laid out on spreadsheets were comforting, somehow. Numbers were objective and totally nonthreatening; finally something Maribel was absolutely sure she could deal with.
“Maribel?”
She looked up. It was Nick.
“It’s all over chat. Sam was arrested. The team is going to the break room to talk about it.”
Maribel looked up. She’d gotten into her ‘groove’ and was really feeling productive, but she needed to be a 'team player'.
“Thanks for letting me know, Nick. I’ll come with you.”
The team was huddled around the water cooler. In her several years working for the bank, she’d never seen her colleagues like this. But then again, no one had ever been arrested at work before.
“Oh good, you’re here” Sarah said. She handed a cup of water to Maribel, then to Nick. “You need to hear this too.” Sarah looked expectantly at Kevin, a Senior Analyst like Maribel.
Kevin finished the last of his cup of water in a gulp, then cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to say this, and I’m as shocked as anyone else,” he started. “But…..I’m the one who saw it. Sam was…..”
Sarah nudged Kevin with an elbow.
“Sam was pouring a bottle of p…..urine down the sink in the men’s room. I walked in on him doing it. So I called the police and reported him. Just like the training said.”
“Can you BELIEVE it?” Sarah whispered. “Wasn’t Sam the guy who like single handedly saved the bank’s network from that ransomware attack?”
“Fucking legendary….” Nick muttered. “Um….sorry…..” His ears turned red – he hadn’t meant to curse at work.
“Yeah, legendary” agreed Kevin. “The police say he’s Samir Al Mirkazi. Apparently been on the FBI watchlist since 2018."
“Of all the people,” Maribel added, sadly. “I never would have guessed.”
“The whole point of this Detection thing is that it really could be anyone,” Sarah said. “These fugitive types are sneaky like that.”
Nick finished his cup of water and glanced at his watch. “We better get back to work.”
The others nodded. Sarah finished her cup too, and then gestured at Maribel. “Are you going to have yours, too?”
The cup wasn’t one of those little paper ones you find at the doctor’s office. It was a full sized plastic cup, filled to the absolute top.
Maribel’s bladder twinged, but she had no choice. Refusing to drink when her colleagues were nervous about fugitives hiding in their midst was not an option. She downed the water quickly, trying to look nonchalant. Sarah looked satisfied.
As she and Nick headed back to their office, the pressure in Maribel’s bladder intensified. She could still hold it, but Maribel realized she was going to need to use that bottle in her desk again – soon.
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Chapter 6
A glance at the corner of her computer screen told Maribel it was a few minutes to 5:00pm. She squirmed in her office chair involuntarily for a moment before stopping herself. If Nick looked up and saw her showing “signs of urinary urgency”, as the training video had put it, it wouldn’t be good.
This was about the time Maribel usually got ready to head out of the office, starting with one last pee before heading off to the subway.
Two days ago this wasn’t even something I had to think about, Maribel thought sorrowfully. Anytime I needed to, I could just….find the nearest bathroom and…..
Her bladder seemed to spasm at the very thought, and Maribel crossed her legs.
Although the initial tantrum her bladder had at being cut off mid-stream subsided, the rest of the cup of water that had been effectively forced on Maribel that afternoon had continued going through her, continuing to inflate her bladder.
She thought of the full half liter bottle of piss in her purse and pressed her legs tighter together. Maribel was out of options, and had no safe place to pee. She’d have to make it home to the safety of her shower.
“Hey, Maribel” Nick called as he headed for the door. “It’s five o’clock.”
“Have a good night, Nick.”
Maribel got up from her desk, immediately noticing the increased pressure on her pee hole. She bit her lip and grabbed her purse from her desk drawer.
I can do this, Maribel tried to reassure herself, as she left her office and began walking down the hallway.
As she passed the ladies’ bathroom, Maribel found herself jealous of the several women entering and exiting, able to relieve themselves without a second thought. She began to walk faster, heading for the elevator.
I need to pee. I need to pee. I need to peeeee.
Stop. Don’t think about it. This isn’t fucking helping.
Reaching the elevator, Maribel pressed the down button more frantically than she intended to. The elevator dinged, and the door opened. She got inside, joining several people from other floors who had also just ended their work days.
As the elevator descended, Maribel tried to keep her breathing steady and her body still, but her thighs rubbed against each other involuntarily. She longed to press her hands against her pussy, but resisted. The elevator reached its destination, and everyone disbursed.
Once on the street, Maribel rushed to the subway. She had to make the 5:15pm train or wait another half hour. Walking so quickly made Maribel’s bladder bounce, and her muscles were tired from holding back her pee so often over the last day and a half. The urge to pee was intensifying, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Unfortunately, standing at the subway station wasn’t much better. She could hardly grab herself or pee dance in public. So as she waited for the train, Maribel bit the inside of her mouth, tried to press her legs together as discreetly as she could and clenched her hands into fists. Whenever a train passed, the ground rumbled violently, making it even harder for Maribel to maintain control.
When the train arrived, Maribel rushed in along with a dozen other commuters. The train was packed, of course – par for the course for Monday rush hour. Maribel sighed, and grabbed onto one of the straps hanging from the ceiling of the subway car.
Where’s Leon Dusk’s supersonic transport when you need it, Maribel thought. For now, that was an innovation only the west coast could enjoy.
The subway took off, and Maribel’s body lurched forward along with it. A hot spurt of pee burst into her panties.
NOOOO!!!! Maribel’s eyes widened in panic and she clenched her pelvic muscles for dear life.
The warm, wetness of her panties’ gusset against her pussy made it so much harder to hold on. And with every stop and start the subway made on the way to Maribel’s destination, another spurt or two burst out. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs.
I…I can’t...I have to hold it…..all these people….God I hope this doesn’t show….
Finally, my fucking stop.
Between the deep navy blue color of her skirt and the fact that all her fellow passengers were on their phones, it didn’t seem that anyone had noticed.
Cheeks burning, Maribel stumbled out of the subway car and headed up the stairs towards the street. Tiny drops escaped between steps now, despite Maribel’s best efforts to stop them. But Maribel reached the street with most of the contents of her bladder still contained.
I can do this. I can make it home. I can. I know I can. I have to, Maribel told herself frantically as she walked home, hands rubbing the fronts of her legs over her skirt. She had to slow her pace to concentrate resisting the now almost overwhelming urge to let go.
The sky was dark, darker than it should have been.
And then, Maribel felt the wetness. This time, though, it wasn’t from between her legs, but from above. Her hair and shoulders felt cold as the raindrops began to fall.
As the raindrops fell faster, Maribel felt her bladder pulse and spasm, forcing out spurt after spurt of hot piss as she walked, trying desperately to make it home.
Ohh, God…..Nooo….Noooo
Maribel could see her apartment’s entrance up the street, but she couldn’t take another step. Her piss sprayed out of her like a fountain, soaking her from her skirt to her shoes.
Maribel was mortified. I’m an adult fucking woman, she thought. I can’t be…pissing myself. I can’t be.
But her bladder continued emptying forcefully, leaving a large puddle of piss on the pavement below. |
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This chapter mentions adult diapers briefly (no descriptions of use); there's also a very short description of a male wetting. It discusses the wetting that happened last chapter, and there's also female peeing and masturbation.
Chapter 7
Hurriedly shutting her apartment’s front door behind her, Maribel sank to the floor in shame and relief. She looked down at the sopping wet skirt clinging to her legs. This hadn’t been a mere leak or two; she had totally lost control on a public street. Her “solution” had failed on the very first day.
I need a better plan, Maribel realized.
Wait….did anyone actually see???
Maribel wracked her brain. Her mind had been clouded by the haze of desperation, so she couldn’t be sure. From what she could remember, people seemed to too focused on getting out of the rain in time for the inevitable downpour to follow to be looking too closely at her. Or was that wishful thinking on her part?
Nothing I can do about it now, anyway. I guess I’ll find out if cops show up at my door.
There was only so much worrying she could do. After willing herself up off the floor, Maribel headed to the bedroom and removed her soaked clothes. Damn…..even got my socks……
Maribel had pissed with such force that her formerly light lavender panties were now a deep eggplant purple. Not a single dry spot remained.
She put a comfortable teal tank top on over her bra and decided to remain bottomless. Like a toddler being potty trained, she thought sardonically. But the day had been exhaustingly stressful, and it was just the easiest way to manage the fact that pissing in the shower meant she’d have to completely remove her panties each time rather than simply pulling them down.
Then, nude from the waist down, Maribel cooked herself a simple stir fry, poured a glass of white wine and settled onto the couch to watch the news.
Mayor McAdams appeared on her TV screen.
“I called this press conference to announce that the Detection program is showing the powerful, crime fighting results I knew it was capable of. Today alone, three hundred and twenty eight fugitives have been brought to justice.”
The screen filled with mug shots.
“To all the remaining fugitives out there, I tell you this: You can run, but you can’t change the demands of your body. No one can evade Detection for long. Do yourself a favor and turn yourself in now. Oh, and if you were planning on attempting to tamper with a detection toilet, go ahead and try it, but only if you think you’re smarter than Leon Dusk and would enjoy a five year addition to your prison sentence.”
The mayor waved his hand, and some police officers led in a handcuffed man whose skin was the same fluorescent orange color as his prison jumpsuit. The lights lowered.
“See – he even glows in the dark! This is only one of the many countermeasures in place. You’ve been warned.”
He’s enjoying this way too much, Maribel thought, pouring herself another glass of wine and downing it quickly.
She turned the TV off, and fished a device out of the drawer on her nightstand. It was one of those flip phones from the early aughts. No touch screen, no internet, and you had to actually plug it in to charge it. How….ancient. Somehow, the thing still turned on.
Dammit what’s the code again? Oh yeah……5528.
The phone rang and then, she heard a familiar voice.
“Pete’s Pizza, may I take your order.”
“One order of your nuts,” Maribel responded, rolling her eyes.
“Good.”
“Are you ever going to change that code?”
“But then how would I reconnect with long time clients like you, Chiquita?” Pete teased.
“You know I didn’t stay seventeen forever, right? And I barely even speak Spanish.”
“Well you look like you do. And unless you ever top 5’2’’, 110 pounds the nickname stays. Hey, don’t blame me – I don’t make the rules…..”
Maribel could practically hear the wink through the phone.
“So….must be an interesting coincidence….I’ve been hearing from a lot of my clients from your neck of the woods lately. Any idea why that would be?”
“No idea…” Maribel replied sarcastically.
“Look, Maribel. What you’re going to need is hard to come by right now. You know those NASA developed urine bags with crystals in it that make piss gel up and easy to throw out? Those were pulled from every store shelf in the country and are now only available to park rangers and the like. You have to have a prescription for adult diapers. And sports bottles that are easy to pee into have been flying off store shelves. Piss supplies are like hand sanitizer and antiseptic wipes were in 2020 – nearly impossible to find and expensive if you can.”
“Is there a way to beat these things, at least?”
“Not that anyone has found yet. You know that oompa loompa on the news? He tried putting bleach powder in the toilet before pissing to destroy the DNA. Apparently the mix of bleach with the urea in pee triggers a nozzle with a dye-pack like spray that only affects skin – it’s colorless on everything else. Another guy tried doing the same thing at a urinal model and got a tranquilizer dart to the groin. Poor guy was found snoring on the bathroom floor with his pants down, in a puddle of his own piss.”
“Isn’t there anything at all you can do for me?”
“Look you still have $13k on retainer. I’ll see what I can do, but no promises. Check your mailbox first thing in the morning.”
“Thanks, Pete.”
Maribel ended the call.
All that talk of piss drew her attention to the familiar tight, full feeling in her pelvis. She headed to the bathroom and glared at the detection toilet, still sitting there, unaware of its lack of welcome.
Not that it would care, anyway.
As she had no panties on to remove, Maribel stepped into her shower, spread her legs and let go.
“Ahhhhh…..” she sighed out loud as her muscles relaxed and her pee poured out of her in torrents. It felt good. It felt…soooo good.
Maribel found her hand wandering to the inner lips of her pussy as the flow of her piss slowed and then ended. They were slick and wet with more than her pee. She gently touched and rubbed, in a circular motion around, then on her exquisitely sensitive clitoris. First slow, then faster. It didn’t take long before Maribel shuddered and cried out in climax, her pussy pulsating with waves of intense pleasure.
Sleep the only remaining urge, Maribel removed her tank top and bra and crawled into bed. Tomorrow’s problems would have to wait. |
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Chapter 8
The room, decorated with garishly bright red and pink floral wallpaper, slowly came into focus.
Ughh, I hate florals…..
Maribel shifted her body to one side, then the other, but she couldn’t quite get comfortable. She looked around just in time to see a tall woman in light pink scrubs walk in.
“Hi, I’m Rosie” she introduced herself cheerfully. Everything about her seemed upbeat, from her chin length blonde curls to her big, bright green eyes and cherry red lipstick. “I’ll be your nurse this evening.”
“Nurse? What the fuck! Where am I?”
“Oh, honey,” Rosie said, reassuringly. “There’s no need for all that. I’m going to take excellent care of you. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”
Maribel realized she was lying in a hospital bed. She looked down at her crisp, white hospital gown and saw the tube attached to the inside of her arm, an inch or so below the elbow.
“What…..what happened?”
“Well, apparently you were brought in by the police along with a number of other young women under the Detection program. Since the police weren’t sure exactly who produced the matching….sample, they brought everyone who had been in that bathroom at the time in to find out.”
I’ve been…caught??? Fuck fuck FUCKKK! Maribel tried to keep her face neutral. It didn’t help that the mild tension and discomfort she’d been feeling was becoming less mild by the minute. Her bladder was very full, and Maribel knew she’d need to do something about it.
“Most of the young women agreed to provide a sample right away, to clear the whole thing up, but you chose not to. Even after several hours, you poor thing. And you refused to drink anything you were offered. Then, you passed out – obvious case of dehydration if I ever saw one.”
Rosie clucked her tongue sympathetically.
“So, the police couldn’t just….leave you like that. The mayor really emphasizes the duty of care police have, especially for people who haven’t even been convicted of a crime,” Rosie continued. “So, being the responsible police officers that they are, they brought you here to get the care you obviously need.”
“Care?” Maribel tried to sound curious, rather than panicked and alarmed.
“Intravenous hydration, of course” Rosie explained. “That tube connected to your arm is connected to a bag of fluids with electrolytes. It flows directly into your bloodstream as fast and as safely possible and is the fastest way to re-hydrate you.”
“I’m feeling better,” Maribel proclaimed. “Can I leave now?”
“Hmm….let’s do one more liter of fluids....I’m nothing if not thorough.”
Wait….one MORE liter? Does this mean there’s already a whole liter of that stuff inside me??? And she’s gonna give me MORE???
Rosie swiftly removed an empty bag of IV fluid from the tube attached to Maribel’s arm and replaced it with a full one on a metal pole next to her bed.
“There we go…” Rosie murmured.
Maribel could see the liquid drip slowly and steadily into the tube attached to her arm. Drip….drip…..drip…. She squirmed slightly before she could stop herself.
“If you need to urinate, there’s a bathroom down the hall” Rosie said. “The IV pole has wheels so it will travel with you. And please do not remove the IV needle on your own. That would be very bloody and unpleasant. Just let me take care of you. There’s a call button over there if you need anything.”
With that, Rosie flashed a smile and left the room.
“Need anything?” Maribel groaned out loud once she was alone. “I’ll tell you what I need. I need to pee! How could you not know that?”
Oh my god…..she does know that. She’s filling me up on purpose so I’ll be forced to pee and the police can confirm I’m the fugitive they’re after.
The problem, of course, was that Maribel couldn’t hold even a full liter in her bladder, let alone two. It felt like the enormous amount of liquid pumped into her veins was being rapidly diverted to her bladder, which complained loudly inside her as it stretched in vain to contain it all.
I need to find somewhere safe to pee….soon…..otherwise it’s all gonna come out whether I want it to or not.
Maribel considered pulling the IV line out of her arm, but decided against it. Walking around with blood gushing out of her arm would only attract attention. She swung her legs over the side of the hospital bed and got out of bed, careful to pull her IV pole alongside her.
Gravity made being upright ten times worse. It felt like there was an ocean inside her, pressing on all sides to escape. Maribel danced desperately from side to side and kneaded her pussy with her free hand. Slowly, the wave of desperation receded and Maribel walked out into the hallway.
She walked past patient room after patient room.
What am I even looking for? The bathrooms are going to be chock full of those horrible detection toilets.
But in her desperate state, when Maribel saw the blinking “Ladies” sign in the distance, it attracted her like a moth to a glowing light bulb.
This is stupid….Maribel thought to herself. And yet, she kept walking toward it, faster and faster, the IV bag’s fluid sloshing back and forth as she walked. Just like all the piss inside me….
Maribel reached the bathroom and pushed the door open. The first stall was definitely occupied; she could hear the loud gushing sound of that person’s piss hitting the toilet bowl. Maribel’s pee hole quivered, and she grabbed herself to maintain control.
I…..I’m bursting…..Maribel was forced to admit to herself. I can’t hold it much longer.
She pushed each stall door open, one by one. Detection toilet. Another detection toilet. Yep, another one.
What was I even fucking hoping for, Maribel thought bitterly to herself. That the city forgot to replace one of them? That they ran out of detection toilets in the middle of a hospital? Really???
Then, Maribel spotted something in the corner of the very last stall. It was a jumbo sized thermos, the kind one might use to carry soup.
OH MY GOD!, Maribel thought. She wasn’t religious, but this was as close to a miracle as she’d ever experienced.
She rushed into the stall and shut the door as quickly as she could managed and grabbed the thermos, pressing her legs together desperately. Then, Maribel unscrewed the lid and checked inside……empty. She placed the generously sized mouth of the container over her pussy and then….
WAIT SOMETHING IS WRONG.
The tiny hairs on Maribel’s arms stood up and she rubbed her arms with her hands. The IV. Where is the IV? There was no sign of any tubing attached to her arms at all, the IV bag or the pole that carried it.
Maribel’s eyes flew open to find she wasn’t in a bathroom at all. She was in bed, at home. But her intense need to pee was very, very real. Her hands flew to her crotch, and she hurried to the bathroom.
Maribel stepped into her shower, spread her legs and let go. Her bladder released in a long, pleasurable gush of warmth.
I really need to stop drinking wine before bed, Maribel thought wryly as she checked the clock. 6:40am. It was as good a time as any to check the mailbox.
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Chapter 9
Standing at a storefront, Maribel nervously flipped a postcard between her fingers as she looked up at the neon sign reading: Kim’s Lotus Nails & Spa. She took one more look at the postcard – yes, this was the place.
I don’t belong here. I’m not part of this world, Maribel couldn’t help thinking. Or maybe I am and I’ve just been lying to myself. Despite her anxiety, the increasingly tight, full feeling above her pubic bone stopped Maribel from turning back.
If Pete trusts these people, I can too, she told herself as she opened the door and entered. Plus, I really need to pee. As Maribel had learned recently, when it came to beverages, what went in would inevitably come out. Taking a breath, she walked up to the counter.
“Wednesday special for mani/pedi?” the woman at the counter offered.
“Pete sent me,” Maribel said, her voice so low it was almost a whisper.
“Ah,” the woman replied, her eyes flashing with recognition. She took a shallow cardboard box out from behind the counter. “Put your phone in here.”
When Maribel complied, the woman checked her purse and then led her to a room in the back of the salon. Probably where they do the waxing and stuff.
“Wait here – Mrs. Kim will get you soon.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Maribel thought.
When she’d first read Pete’s postcard, left for her no doubt by some clandestine courier, she hadn’t been sure she would. On Tuesday, she had been so intent on avoiding a repeat of Monday’s humiliating wetting accident that she severely restricted her fluid intake to make sure she wouldn’t need to pee out more than her half liter sports bottle could hold. The strategy had worked but left her distressingly thirsty, with her mouth dry and her usually sharp mind dull. It was an effective but absolutely miserable choice.
On Wednesday morning, she purposely hadn’t restricted her fluid intake at all. In fact, she drank extra to give herself enough...incentive to follow through. And now, later the same day, here Maribel was in the back of a nail salon during the second half of her lunch break with a full, half liter bottle of pee in her purse and, judging by the rapidly increasing pressure, a full bladder that was going to need attention faster than she thought. Maribel shifted her weight from foot to foot and squirmed her hips as she waited.
Mrs. Kim appeared in the doorway. She was slender and a bit taller than petite Maribel, with jet black hair falling to her shoulders, but the creases on her forehead and around her eyes revealed she was much older. Mrs. Kim looked at Maribel for a moment, her dark eyes serious and inscrutable, then handed her a plastic mask that looked like cat face.
Maribel put the mask on without having to be told. Then, Mrs. Kim tied a scarf around Maribel’s eyes and put the end of a rope in her hand. “Follow,” Mrs. Kim told her.
Well this is some real cloak and dagger shit, Maribel thought.
With the scarf around her eyes, Maribel’s other senses were heightened. The air felt cold on her exposed arms. She could hear her footsteps and Mrs. Kim’s as she followed her down a long flight of stairs, through a passage or hallway of some kind, around a corner and then down a shorter flight of steps.
Then, Mrs. Kim’s pace slowed as she led her through another passage. This one was different – it smelled musty. Mrs. Kim stopped, shut the door behind them and untied the scarf.
Maribel was in a room with a bar and several wooden tables, each with a sealed box of playing cards. Poker - of course! The city can’t replace toilets they don’t know exist.
She saw a man and a woman waiting in line in front of a door, each wearing a plastic mask. Aside from some impatient foot tapping, the man, who wore a koala mask, seemed to be handling himself fine.
However, the woman next in line before Maribel was in bad shape. She was moderately curvy, of average height, with long, light brown hair that nearly reached her wiggling butt. Her mask had a zebra face on it.
Wow, Zebra’s really gotta pee, Maribel thought. She needed to pee too – badly – but this was beyond that. Zebra was squirming non-stop with frequent moans, openly clutching her jeans-clad crotch.
Maribel heard a flushing sound, and the door opened. A man stepped out, reset the mechanical egg timer outside the door and headed towards Mrs. Kim.
“I need to go next,” Zebra half whimpered, half shouted. “Please let me go next. Please. You’re a man. You can hold it.”
“I waited my turn,” Koala said. “Wait yours. It’s three minutes – tops.” With that, Koala entered the bathroom and shut the door.
Soon, Maribel could hear the unmistakable sound of Koala’s piss as he enjoyed his sweet release. Her bladder pulsed, as though it too could hear and she crossed her legs.
Zebra let out a yelp. “Ohhhh nooooo,” she wailed. Her jeans rapidly darkened as her bladder forced a miniature waterfall of piss out from between her legs. She clutched her crotch harder, but the piss seemed to only come out faster, hissing and spurting as it totally soaked her jeans and created an expanding puddle on the floor.
Watching this massive pee accident didn’t help Maribel’s increasingly urgent situation at all. She pressed her legs together and bounced up and down desperately.
Then, she heard the toilet flush. The bathroom door swung open, and Koala exited. Zebra took an eager step toward the bathroom. But Mrs. Kim was back, and her face twisted with rage.
“You pissed on my floor. Is that how you treat your host? How ungrateful. You are leaving. Now. And not coming back.”
“But Mrs. Kim….” Zebra whined.
Maribel didn’t wait to hear the rest of it. She walked straight into the bathroom, reset the egg timer to three minutes and closed the door. The lock had been removed, but Maribel was long past caring. She gazed for a moment at the toilet. It was old, but it was an actual normal toilet. No detection emblem. Just a toilet. Maribel smiled – she had never thought she’d be so happy to see a normal toilet.
She quickly pulled up the hem of her forest green dress, pulled down her panties and sat. Her piss poured out of her, a rushing yellow river of glorious relief. Eventually, the flow trickled to a stop as Maribel’s bladder finally emptied its last drop. She cleaned herself, pulled her panties back up and her dress down. Then, Maribel pulled the bottle out of her purse and emptied it into the sink.
Finally, Maribel thought, almost giddy with relief and joy. I got to pee normally. In an actual toilet.
She washed her hands and exited. There was a wet towel on the floor where the massive puddle of piss had been.
Mrs. Kim was waiting, with her hand outstretched. “Tip?” she asked expectantly.
“Aren’t I prepaid? Pete said he prepaid.”
“Tip,” Mrs. Kim repeated. This time it wasn’t a question.
“C’mon, this isn’t fair.”
“If you don’t like the way I run my establishment,” Mrs. Kim said dryly. “I hear there’s a homeless lady two blocks away who has a bucket in her tent she’ll let you use for five dollars.”
I’d hardly call this an establishment, Maribel scoffed silently. But she fished a ten dollar bill out of her purse and put it in Mrs. Kim’s outstretched hand.
Mrs. Kim nodded, so Maribel guessed this was acceptable.
“You better not tell anyone about this place,” Mrs. Kim warned her as she re-tied the makeshift blindfold over Maribel’s eyes and began leading her back to the salon. “You don’t want to get on the Yakuza’s bad side.”
Maribel had to hold back laughter.
“Something funny about the Yakuza?”
“Kim is a Korean last name,” Maribel giggled. “The Yakuza are Japanese.”
Mrs. Kim was quiet for the rest of the trip back.
“I was sure you Americans think all Asian people are the same.” Mrs. Kim replied softly, as removed the scarf from Maribel’s eyes.
After retrieving her phone from the cardboard box, Maribel walked back to her office, both amused and amazed. An underground piss market. Who would have thought? |
As promised. This chapter has (along with the usual) heterosexual sex. Please let me know what you think.
Chapter 10
Hmm…..all out, Maribel thought, as her hand touched the bottom of the popcorn bucket. Although she and her date, Luke, had shared a large popcorn, along with an equally atrociously huge soda, both were empty an hour and a half into the movie. Which meant, of course, that Maribel was feeling decidedly….not empty.
“Hey, hitting the men’s room,” Luke whispered in Maribel’s ear as he stood up and headed out of the theater.
Damn that popcorn, Maribel thought. After her sports bottle had been confiscated due to theater policy – something about people stealing soda from the self-serve machines – Maribel had planned to avoid liquids. But the popcorn was so salty, and the distraction of the movie made it easy to just keep sipping.
And now, here she was stuck at the movie theater with a really cute guy she wanted to impress and an urge to pee she couldn’t do anything about.
It’s not so bad, Maribel told herself. I’ll get the bottle back after the movie is done – they have to give it back once we’re leaving the theater. She crossed her legs and focused on the movie.
Soon, Luke returned to his seat and continued watching the movie with Maribel.
“Is it okay if I put my arm around you?” he whispered.
“Sure,” Maribel whispered back, her blushing cheeks invisible in the dark theater.
As Maribel continued watching the movie, her petite frame nestled in Luke’s arm, the soda she’d drank continued running through her, steadily – relentlessly – filling her bladder. Maribel found herself tapping her feet, shifting her hips and repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs as the pressure inside her intensified.
I can wait, she kept thinking. I can wait until after the movie.
As soon as the credits began to roll, Maribel stood up and immediately pressed her legs together.
I…..I really need to fucking pee……
She tried not to hurry out of the theater too quickly, wanting to maintain her composure in front of Luke. Luke was close behind her.
Maribel flagged down a teenage theater employee sweeping the floor in the hallway. “Hey, where can I get something I was told to pick up on my way out?”
“Customer service….” he said, sounding bored.
But as Maribel approached the darkened customer service desk, her heart sank as she read the sign: “Customer Service Hours: 10am – 10pm”. It was 10:30pm.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
“Hey, you can always pick it up tomorrow, right?” said Luke. “I’m sure they’ll keep it safe.”
“Yeah,” said Maribel. “It’s just annoying is all,” she lied, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
They’re keeping my damned water bottle safe and sound and meanwhile I have nowhere to pee!!!
“One last trip to the men’s room before we leave, okay? Feel free to hit up the ladies,” said Luke as he headed off.
Last Saturday I could have gone to the ladies’ room without even thinking about it, Maribel thought wistfully. I could just sit and….
Maribel’s bladder spasmed at the thought, and she squirmed, pressing her legs tighter together. Last Saturday was before, and this Saturday was now. The detection toilets left her no choice. Maribel simply had to hold it. She focused on steadying her breathing.
Luke was back, and he smiled.
Of course he’s smiling, Maribel thought. He got to pee twice and I….can’t.
They headed back to Luke’s car and began the drive home. Maribel tried to engage in small talk, but it was becoming impossible to concentrate. The urge that had started as a low hum in the back of her mind had become a thunderous roar. Maribel rubbed her thighs together rapidly.
I hope Luke doesn’t notice, Maribel thought. Here I am, an adult professional woman, doing the pee-pee dance like a toddler in front of my date! It’s fucking embarrassing.
“So,” Luke said slowly, taking a breath. “I could drive you home. And if you want me to, I will. But I want you to know that I think you’re gorgeous. And I’d love for you to stay at my place tonight.”
Maribel hesitated for a moment, and then said “Yes”.
It was a curious thing. The need to pee should have been the only urge on Maribel’s mind. But she felt an undeniable, magnetic pull toward Luke. With the gentlemanly but clear invitation for sex came the realization that Maribel’s bladder wasn’t the only thing between her legs that needed attention.
As soon as they entered Luke’s apartment, Luke pressed Maribel against the door, kissing her. Maribel kissed back, crossing her legs and squirming her hips to hold back the flood inside her. She wanted to make a beeline for the bathroom, but kissing felt nice and she could wait another minute, surely.
“I know your secret….” Luke whispered.
Maribel’s eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to tighten her muscles as tightly as she needed to. She almost squeaked as a few drops of pee leaked into her panties.
He knows! He’s going to tell!
“Yeah, it’s not hard to tell,” Luke continued, kissing Maribel’s neck. “You had every opportunity to pee at the theater, but you held it anyway. Even though you easily drank as much soda as I did.”
Maribel trembled a little and bit her lip as she fought to maintain control of her bladder.
“So,” Luke continued, his voice a low purr. “There’s really only one explanation. You like it. You like how it feels when you fill yourself up to bursting. You like to squirm and hold it back. And….I think that’s sexy as fuck.”
“Mmmm….” Maribel half-moaned, partly with arousal and partly from the effort of resisting nearly overwhelming urge to pee. “I….do enjoy it, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. I better go pee.”
She pulled away from Luke, eyes darting around in search of a bathroom.
“C’mon,” Luke smiled. “You can hold it. I bet you can.”
He took off his shirt and raised an eyebrow.
Unable to resist the challenge and the way Luke’s body looked in the low light, Maribel kissed Luke. She was openly holding herself now, hand wedged firmly against her pussy.
“Hmm……more comfortable if you sit, don’t you think,” Luke said as he led Maribel to a large, black leather sofa.
Once Maribel was seated, Luke gently raised her lacy, ivory colored dress to her waist and removed her white, bikini style panties, with the wet spot in the center of the gusset.
“Let me help you with that,” Luke said as he knelt down and gently pried Maribel’s hand away from her crotch.
Maribel’s heart pounded, her overstretched bladder screamed and her pussy throbbed and tingled.
“Ohhhhhh”, she moaned as Luke began licking her, slick, sensitive clitoris. The tension and fullness of her bladder made everything feel a thousand times more intense.
Maribel quivered as he licked, faster and faster, around and around until……”OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!” her eyes rolled back and she screamed in ecstasy. And her bladder released, soaking Luke’s face in a hot, yellow flood of piss.
“I……I can’t…I can’t stop…..”
Luke undid his belt and pulled Maribel close. She could feel his hard dick against her still throbbing, pissing pussy.
“Do it,” Maribel said breathlessly, as her pee trickled to a halt.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please….please fuck me……”
With a single thrust, Luke was inside. Maribel’s pussy was so tight and wet from holding her bladder for so long, and her thighs were slick with pee. As Luke thrusted his hips faster, driving his cock deeper insider Maribel, he could feel her squeezing rhythmically.
“Mmmm…..I’m gonna cum again…..”
Maribel hips bucked and her pussy tightened even harder around Luke as her second orgasm took over.
Waves of orgasmic pleasure gripped Luke as he joined Maribel, his cock pulsing and spurting inside her.
Afterward, they cuddled together on the couch for a while.
“You know,” Luke said quietly, with Maribel’s face on his chest. “I know there’s another reason you could have been holding your pee tonight.”
Maribel stayed silent.
“And….if you were holding your pee for that….other reason I want you to know you could tell me. I think the detection toilets are bullshit, and I think something needs to be done about them.” |
Beginning Note: Alright, so this is straying from my original storyline. Rebecca wasn’t even going to be involved at all, but then I had her cameo, which made me realize there was so much potential going to waste if I didn’t make a follow up. That’s why last time’s story ended on that cliffhanger. Also FYI, for any Rebecca fans who think I’m a Rebecca basher who’s bashing her for being pathetic, that’s not true at all. I’m just shaping her to fit in this fic as best as I can. Anyway, let’s continue where we left off!
“You...you read my EXAMINATION NOTES?!” “I’m sorry don’t hurt me!!” Rebecca shrieked in terror, holding her arms up in defense. Suddenly her eyes opened and she started shaking, holding her crotch. “No, no!” she whispered in embarrassment. Ada noticed Rebecca’s jean shorts were starting to dampen, especially at the groin and drops were cascading down her inner thigh areas. Her anger and yelling had caused poor Rebecca to wet herself in fear. While all eyes were on them now, the wetting was in its beginning stages and there was still time to salvage the situation. No-one could tell what was going on exactly, and they would remain oblivious.
Without a word, Ada grabbed Rebecca’s hand and guided her into the ladie’s restroom, found a stall with the most room, sat her down, unzipped the younger girl’s wet shorts and yanked them down to her ankles, along with the soaked Hello Kitty panties. Ada noticed in amusement that Rebecca’s choice of underwear indicated she was quite innocent, or extremely kinky. Then she turned to lock the door, guaranteeing them as much privacy as was possible. The older woman then proceeded to use tissue paper to wipe away any excess urine on the floor or her hands from having earlier touched Rebecca’s damp clothing.
Speaking of, Ada turned to check on her and was surprised that Rebecca was already wiping her lady bits and legs, despite not having gone. She knew the medic still needed to urinate because she didn’t hear a stream hitting the toilet, and Rebecca was still shaking and clutching her abdomen. This didn’t make any sense, why was she trying to hold it? The spy decided to question the medic.
“What are you waiting for? Go!” “I can’t!” “Is it because I’m here? I’ll leave if you want but I still need to explain myself.” “Hell yes you do, why did you do that?!” Rebecca was on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry, I truly am. I just saw that you had read my examination notes, and that really scared me. I felt humiliated and defensive.” “Well now so am I, so we’re even. I hope it was worth it.” “Sweetie, what’s your name?” “What?” “Your name, please tell me.” “It’s Rebecca, okay? Why do you care?” “Rebecca, my name is Ada and I’m very sorry I caused this. I made sure no-one else saw your accident, but I know that’s not enough. Please tell me what I have to do in order to make it all up to you.” Ada softly begged. Rebecca stayed quiet, then relented.
“The reason I’m freaking out isn’t because I had a public accident, although that certainly was mortifying. My therapist used to treat me for bed wetting, and I had to wear diapers for months on end. I’ve been fine for around a year and have fully recovered, but when my doctor sees this she’ll think I relapsed or something! Explain it wasn’t my fault!” “Alright, I will.” “That’s not all. After this, we’re going to have drinks somewhere. I want you to explain exactly what’s going on in those notes and why it was worth yelling at me.” “I don’t know, that kind of talk isn’t exactly appetizing.” Ada joked. Rebecca glared in return. It was supposed to be angry but looked more cute if anything.
“Alright, consider it done. Anything else?” “One final thing. Afterwards I want you to wet yourself, see how it feels.” “Rebecca, I’m going to do it if that’s what it takes to make you feel better, but don’t you think you’re asking for a bit much? This sounds like quite the adventure we’re going on. Today’s my off day but keep in mind your friends or other people may not have as much time on their hands. In addition if I wet myself in public we won’t be even, no-one actually saw your accident except me. They can speculate but there isn’t even any urine on the floor, or any other evidence. They can look at your shorts but I’ll hide them as best as I can.”
“Oh no, no, no.” Rebecca quickly assured while she was wringing her panties of excess urine into the toilet. “If you want we’ll do it in the privacy of your own place, or my place. Whichever you prefer, really.” “Sounds fair. I look forward to this afternoon's excursion.” Ada confirmed with a seductive smile. “Me too.” Rebecca replied, blushing at the seductive smile she was receiving, not wearing any pants, and overall just the rather erotic situation they had found themselves in.
“Wait, why are you pulling your pants back on, you still need to go.” Ada questioned. “I need to give a urine sample.” Rebecca explained, as if that answer solved everything. “What? Forget that, pee!” “This exam is already going to be complex enough, I just want to fix what I can!” Fine, let’s go.” the older woman relented. She handed Rebecca her purse so she would have something to cover her damp jean shorts. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Soon they reached Carla’s office.
“Ada, back so soon? I love our time together but I have another patient to take care of, please wait outside or schedule another appointment.” “Actually I ran into your other patient, we have a bit of a situation.” Ada explained as she stepped out of the way, showing Rebecca had been hiding behind the taller woman. “Hi Doctor Radames.” she greeted the doctor with a nervous smile. “Rebecca what happened?! Oh poor thing, get out of those wet clothes.” Rebecca complied, unzipping her shorts and peeling them off, along with her panties. They weren’t nearly as damp as before but weren’t exactly dry either, and they needed a wash.
“Carla, it’s my fault. We bumped into each other, and Rebecca helped me pick up my notes. In order to better organize them she read them and handed them to me in the correct order. I was mortified and got too aggressive. She was already holding it in and I must have scared her into letting some loose. I escorted her into the restroom before anyone figured it out and cleaned her up as best as I could, but her clothes are still damp and I don’t want Rebecca walking around in urine saturated clothing. Can we please take her pants and underwear to a nearby laundromat?”
“This is a literal and figurative mess, but that can be arranged. Rebecca, me and Ada here will be gone for a while so use the shower to clean yourself from any excess urine, we don’t want you getting a rash. If we still haven’t come back, please take your own vitals and check yourself for any anomalies. I know what I am asking of you is extremely unorthodox but you’re an experienced medical physician and I don’t want to make your appointment even longer.”
“It’s okay, I know exactly how.” “Good, by the time we’re back I want to see your bottom in that chair and legs in stirrups, young lady. I better not see you trying to perform a PAP on yourself, you hear me?” “Loud and clear.” Rebecca confirmed with a salute, as she removed her T shirt and stepped into the shower. Ada decided to intervene. “Before she showers, hand Rebecca a clean catch kit. I tried to convince her to go in the toilet but she insisted that she still needed to give a urine sample.” Carla was astonished. “You still haven’t relieved yourself?” she bewilderingly exclaimed as she hurried to grab a cup and towelette, quickly handing them to her patient.
“Thank you!” Rebecca replied sweetly, and to both Ada’s and Carla’s surprise, prepared to urinate right then and there in the shower right in front of them. First she used antiseptic wipes on her genitals, then proceeded to void her bladder and provide a steady stream of urine into the cup while letting out a moan of relief. When it was almost full she paused, closed it with a lid, then handed it to Carla who gingerly grasped it. The girl then continued her stream which eventually slowed down. Once that was over with, she turned on and lowered the shower head to wash her genitals, then hung it back up to continue her normal shower.
“Alright then, take care.” Carla bade farewell, as she grabbed Rebecca’s clothing. Ada followed suit and they both exited the doctor’s office and headed to a nearby laundromat. While walking, Carla turned to Ada with anger clear on her face. “Is this some sick joke Ada? I thought you were turning a new leaf and minutes later I see you targeting a STARS member, my patient. I swear if you do anything to harm Rebecca I’m turning you in.” Ada sighed.
“Carla, I swear this is all just one crazy coincidence. I have no reason or desire to kill or harm Rebecca in any way. I didn’t even know she was your patient, do you really think the very little information you gave me about some bed wetter having PTSD and a couple minutes with no access to any computers would have led me to figuring out that your patient was a STARS member of all people?! Even if that was the case you’re to blame as well, you shouldn’t be breaking patient confidentiality or having our appointments so close together.”
“So you’re going to shift all guilt to me now?” Carla fumed. “For the record they weren’t so close together, you took a twenty minute nap sleeping off the orgasm I gave you. Remember that? But you’re right about sharing patient information, I don’t know why the hell I did that.” Soon they reached the laundromat and threw the clothes in. It would take around thirty minutes to finish washing. “So, what’s the deal with you and Rebecca?” “What?” “You heard me.”
“I was just helping her out.” “And that’s it, just for that? No interior motives?” “No, I already told you I’m not targeting her or anything.” “That’s not what I meant. You know that girl has her eye on you, right?” “Rebecca is a lesbian?” “She’s at least bisexual since she’s slept with men and enjoyed it too, but I can tell she’s very attracted to you.” “How would you know?” “As I previously mentioned, she hasn’t been able to take her eyes off you. Hell, she even urinated right in front of us!” “Exactly, you were there too.” “Ada, yes I was there but it was for you, and I could tell how happy she was when she saw that you were paying close attention. Just take my word for it.” “Fine. Do we have to wait until her clothes are finished drying, I’m sure Rebecca just wants this whole affair to be done with and I’m sure you must have spare scrubs or gowns in your office.” “I’d rather not since those are reserved for medical personnel and patients, but this is taking too long. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with letting her borrow some though.”
Soon they headed back, and walked back in. The visitors in the waiting room perked up, especially intrigued by all the previous commotion, but soon went back to their previous activities. They entered Carla’s office to see Rebecca wearing a gown with an open front and her ankles in the stirrups. She blushed with a sheepish grin when she saw the other two women had returned from their trip to the laundromat and back. True to her word, it appeared the young medic had already taken care of most of the check up and was waiting for Carla to return.
“Oh, you’re back! I already took care of everything else, I just need the pelvic exam.” “Very good Rebecca. Your clothes will take a while, so you can borrow a pair of scrubs.” While this conversation was taking place, Ada decided that was her que to leave. “Where are you going?” Rebecca called out. Ada turned back. “I didn’t want to intrude anymore, I was just going to wait outside.” “There’s no need for that. You can stay if you want, I don’t mind. Better than waiting for me by your lonesome. Besides, I’ll feel better with your company.” Carla raised an eyebrow of further suspicion, as if to say ‘Told you so’, but said nothing. “Okay, I’ll stay.” “Yay!”
With that, Carla began Rebecca’s examination. Of course it wasn’t anywhere near as sexual or intimate as Ada’s, but there were still private moments such as when Carla stuck her fingers in Rebecca’s vagina to palpitate, or the speculum to perform a pap smear. During these times the young medic would look towards Ada, who provided an awkward smile as means of encouragement. Eventually the exam went off without a hitch, until Carla brought some diapers.
“What are these for?” Rebecca questioned nervously. “You have incontinence problems, probably due to your trauma still affecting you. Make sure to schedule an appointment with your therapist. I know it’s embarrassing but you know it’s the right thing to do.” The young medic looked like she was about to burst in tears, and shot a look of betrayal and humiliation towards Ada. ‘Crap, I completely forgot about that! I need to fix this.’
“Carla, that's enough! Rebecca does not have an incontinence issue! She was holding it in for a necessary urine sample and I scared her, it’s as simple as that. Accidents happen, now quit humiliating her. She’s not only an adult but a competent medic, I’m sure Rebecca knows how to take care of her body.” Carla looked like she was ready to disagree, but then stopped herself. “Is this true Rebecca, please be honest with me.” “It is, we already told you! I wouldn’t lie about my bodily needs, especially if something was seriously wrong.” “Alright then, I’m sorry for upsetting you.” “It’s okay, thanks for doing my laundry.” “Speaking of, I have some scrubs, you can return them tomorrow. I don’t have any underwear though, you’re going to have to go commando. Anyway, that’s it, take care.” “Alright, bye!” With that, Rebecca headed out the room once she had donned the scrubs. Ada followed her but Carla grabbed her arm.
“I really hope you know what you’re doing.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play dumb, I know this isn’t just some girl talk. You and Rebecca are going to fuck, aren’t you?” “Well technically she’s going to watch me piss but I suppose that’s also a possibility.” “Rebecca’s also into urine play? This has been one hell of a day. Anyway, you better not hurt her.” “I won’t, you have my word.” With that the two bid each other farewell. Ada caught up to Rebecca and the two made it to the car when Rebecca started squirming. “You need to urinate again? Maybe you do have incontinence issues.” Ada questioned. “Oh it’s not that. I’m just not used to going commando.” “Ah, right. Well my panties are probably racier than what you’re used to, but you can have them if you want.” the older woman replied. “Really? Thanks!”
With that Ada rolled her dress up, then yanked off her panties. Rebecca pulled down her pants in return and reached for the underwear. The older woman took a good look at Rebecca’s pale genital lips and hairless crotch, while the young medic blushed at the sight of Ada’s brown lips and black bush. Unbeknownst to either of them, a man happened to be walking nearby and got a good look at both women’s privates, causing him to pop a hard on right then and there. Not wanting to intrude on their privacy or get caught being a pervert he made sure to get a move in. Eventually Rebecca had driven them to a cafe.
“This isn’t what I expected when you mentioned drinks, but this will do.” Ada announced with a dry tone of voice. “Sorry, just a caffeine girl is all.” Rebecca replied sheepishly. “It’s fine, I enjoy tea anyways.” The two ordered their drinks, Oolong tea for Ada and Caramel Mochiatto for Rebecca. “So, those notes…” Rebecca inquired as she used her straw to idly stir her drink. “They were all urine related. I thought maybe you had the same issues I did, or maybe you were incontinent. However, there were also details talking about holding it in and purposely drinking diuretics. What’s going on?” Ada sighed. “Do you really want to know?” The other woman nodded very eagerly.
“Very well then. I had an accident a while back. However, I realized how good it felt, holding it in, then the final release. I was curious, so I saw Carla to help me out. That’s really all I can tell you.” “So you find arousal in prolonged urination? That’s unheard of. Does that mean you liked what you saw when I did?” she asked with a grin. “Yes Rebecca, you put on quite the show. Speaking of, are you sure you should be having such a huge latte? Caffeine is a pretty effective diuretic.” “I know, so is the tea you ordered. This is for when we reach your place.” the young medic explained with a sly smirk. “Oh! Alright then, should we head out now?” “Sure! Can’t wait.” Both women paid for their drinks, then proceeded to head to Rebecca’s car. Ada gave her the directions and they ended up at her apartment. Both of them were fidgeting and jumping up and down in anticipation.
“I already went twice, it’s your turn.” Rebecca suggested. “Alright, fair enough.” Ada agreed as she undressed, revealing her hot and curvaceous body. She proceeded to stand in the shower and closed her eyes, waiting for the magical release. It came, a long trickle that hit the floor and continued for around thirty seconds. Once she was done, Ada shook her hips a little to get rid of any droplets. It wasn’t anything special like her other wettings, but it was enough to satisfy Rebecca. “Whoa. No wonder you like doing this so much. I probably would too if it wasn’t for…well.” “I’m sorry about that Rebecca. Do you want me to leave so you can go?”
“No, we’re here to have fun so that’s what we’re gonna do! I just don’t know how to go about this. You’re the expert, got any ideas?” “The expert, huh?” Ada questioned with a smirk. She racked her brain for ideas on how to make Rebecca truly enjoy wetting. One kept recurring no matter how many times she tried to reject it, but overall it seemed the most obvious. “Rebecca, I have an idea.” “Spill, because I’m about to!” “How about sex?” “WHAT?!” “I’m sorry, it sounds so strange. However, it would be the most pleasurable, I can promise you.” “It would be, but how did you know-?” “That you were attracted to me? We wouldn’t even be here together if I didn’t spark even the slightest arousal in you. Are you up for it?” Rebecca pondered it.
“Alright, I hope you know what you’re doing.” “Great, I’ll go get the towels, just undress and lie down.” Ada grabbed some and made sure to spread them out to cover the bed while Rebecca undressed, revealing her pale, petite body. Once they were, the younger woman lay down and Ada slowly teased her, kissing her lips, cheeks, neck, underarms, licked her nipples, laying a trail of smooches against her belly, then finally proceeded to slowly pry her legs open. “Oh, I could burst right now!” Rebecca cried. “It’s okay baby, just a little longer. You’re doing just fine. Wait for the orgasm, then don’t fight or hold back. Just release.” “Okay Ada, ready when you are.”
Ada first rubbed the younger girl’s clit, eliciting a surprised squeak. After some of that, she stuck in two fingers, making sure to bend them in a ‘come hither’ motion to create more excitement. Both of them were starting to get breathless, especially Rebecca. She was so new to this, having sex in general was kind of a rare event, but sex with a woman? The thought never even occurred to her, although she was regretting that now. She was suddenly shaken out of her thoughts when the older woman managed to reach a special area and make Rebecca scream out. To add on the pleasure, Ada lowered her lips to Rebecca’s lower regions, applying a lot of tongue to the clit, then thrusting it into the labia. This caused the medic to start grinding her hips in Ada’s face, begging for more, which was certainly provided.
“Ada, I’m going to-!” “It’s alright, don’t fight it. Let go and release.” Rebecca quivered for a bit, then let out a scream of delight as liquid poured out of her. First large spurts spasmed out in arcs, then a puddle pooled around her genitals and thighs, thoroughly soaking the towel. “Oh, that was so, oh…” she started, not even being able to finish her sentence as she fell asleep. Ada used some tissues to clean Rebecca up, then removed the towel. She decided to take care of her own needs while her partner slept. The younger woman woke up to the sounds of moans and was rewarded with the sight of Ada fingering herself standing up. Soon she was in her own world of orgasmic bliss. “Whoa…” Rebecca couldn’t help but whisper in awe.
“Whoa?” Ada teased. “Sorry!” “For what?” “For staring, and for not returning the favor.” “Rebecca sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with either. After everything we’ve done you can certainly look all you want. As for the latter, today was all about you. It was your first time with a woman and your first time experiencing urine play. I wouldn’t dream of expecting you to reciprocate after the day you’ve had.” “Thanks Ada. Where do we go from here?” “What?” “Sorry for just springing that up so suddenly, I just had to ask.” “I understand. I hate saying this but I’m afraid today’s all we have. It was fun, but I’m not ready to be in a relationship yet.” “I understand. I just wish we could do this more.” “Well why don’t we make the most of today then?” Ada suggested with a grin.
Ending Note: If the second half feels rushed, well that’s because it was. I was originally super excited to write this but now I just wanted to get it over with. I had a couple of other story ideas I wanted to make but I had to finish this one first, which caused a bit of frustration. I know I mentioned Ada’s story would end with her and Leon but honestly this might be it. Then again the trilogy so far took place in a span of a couple of weeks, whereas her and Leon being together would chronologically happen years later so I can still write it some other time. Anyways hope you all enjoyed. |
"glug, glug, glug..." the sound of coffee filling up an 8 oz cup bounced off the walls in the lab.
Anna looked over its caffeinated contents with pleasure. She had been up since 5 AM, tirelessly working away. The reason for this early start was that when sleeping last night, a breakthrough had came to Anna while dreaming. It was no surprise that even while unconscious, she was still able to make scientific epiphanies leaps ahead of her peers. She was just that good, Anna thought arrogantly.
Nevertheless, the breakthrough was not complete. It required more research which meant more tests. It was a lot but if Anna could perfect this, it would be a fundamental step in finding a cure for cancer. Anna had barely been able to contain her excitement when she had woken up that she had skipped her morning pee altogether and headed straight to the lab.
The sun now twinkled in the sky as the clock hit 8:58 AM. Her claws gripped around handle of the cup and she brought it to her lips. The faint aroma of peach, orange, and jasmine reached her nose. She hummed in pleasure. She had recently been gifted a package of Ospina coffee by her friend, Val. According to him, it was one of the most expensive coffee's in the world. She rolled her eyes at the thought, only Val could come up with such a gift for her.
But she had to give it to him, the coffee tasted amazing (not that she would ever admit this to him openly). It was one of the reasons she was able to easily down her third cup within a half hour. As the glass clinked back down on the counter, her bladder jostled uncomfortably as more liquid worked its way threw Anna's body.
She shifted uncomfortably behind her microscope. Moving from one taloned foot to the next. She thought briefly that a restroom break would be a good idea, but as this came to mind, the micro-organisms she was studying began to act abnormally. She quickly pushed aside her need and re-focused on her subject.
Time ticked on and as the hand of the clock struck noon, Anna had consumed another three cups of coffee. So consumed in her work, she paid little attention to what all this diuretic liquid was wrecking on her bladder.
"I see...of course! The telomerase is reacting this way because its unique sequences are not capable of withstanding the intrusive nature of this compound. Why didn't I see this before? In order to get a better look, I'll have to neutralize the..."
Anna's rambling was cut short. While speaking, she had attempted to reach over her work space for more equipment but a sharp, pained stabbing in her bladder seized her movement. "Ahh..." she groaned and rubbed her abdomen.
Her bladder was distended noticeably and sensually tinged at just the lightest touch of pressure. She eyed the still dripping coffee machine and grimaced. So maybe the 6 cups of coffee wasn't her smartest move.
At times like this, she wished Val was here. He could be intolerable at times, most people were to her, but she found his willingness to help her was quite useful. If he was present, she could of had him watch over her work while she quickly relieved herself.
She looked from her work to the hallway leading to the toilets and bit her lip. In midst her contemplation, her bladder violently spasmed and she tightly crossed her legs to avoid a leak. "Ok, I get it. One time where something has to come before my work..." she grumbled.
She let out a breath and began to walk towards the hallway. Each step sent a shock through her and caused her to walk gingerly. With relief nearing, her urethral opening throbbed in anticipation. "I'm almost there." she mumbled, frustrated at her lack of control.
But as she rounded the corner, she came face to face with Damion. Despite her wanting to hold herself for some much needed pressure, she stood tall and confident in front of her previous dick of a boss.
He regarded her with a frown. "I thought you was working from home today."
"I was. Not that I need to explain myself to my assistant, but my research required equipment not at my house."
He raised an eyebrow and a devious like grin pulled at his lips, "Oh? Care to share?"
She scoffed, "So you can run off to the committee and claim the idea as yours? I'm the not one who got tricked into resigning, remember? We both know I'm smarter than you."
He chuckled, "Maybe, maybe not." he taunted and walked past her into the lab.
Anna looked down the hall at the toilets. Her bulging bladder protruded more and she winced. She gripped her crotch and and twisted about on the spot. She was bursting and yet, she couldn't go. She couldn't risk Damion taking anything from her and showing it to the minister of science, who at present wasn't fond of her.
She gave one last, hard squeeze and walked back into the lab, careful to not let on her desperation show to Damion. She began to work again, but this time, her focus was on anything but the papers in front of her.
Her tail swayed back and forth in place of bouncing her leg. Her cheeks were no doubt red as she willed control over her aching bladder. She occasionally shifted from foot to foot, hoping to delay her release until Damion left.
But it seemed impossible. The 6 coffee's once again jostled about in her swollen bladder and she groaned lightly. Not being able to cross her legs, Anna felt her pussy moisten with a leak of warm piss. She widened her eyes as a small drop fell onto the floor. The small taste of relief was enough to amp up her desperation to an excruciating level.
Carefully working herself around her table, she put her lower bottom out of view and gave her a crotch a much needed hold. She shivered at the relief it gave her. But this was a momentary fix. If Anna didn't find a way to a toilet soon, she would be wetting publicly.
She shuffled her legs and grunted. How was it even scientifically possible to be this bursting? She felt like one wrong move and her bladder would explode. As it was, her bladder had bulged so much now that if she wasn't it careful, the table would press painfully into her. As sweat formed between her thighs, she stole look at Damion.
When was he leaving? She needed to pee so badly. Catching her gaze, Damion looked at her. He gave a smug smile at her distressed state.
"You look pale, Anna. What's wrong? Needing to be somewhere other than the lab?" he asked, jabbing at her suspected toilet needs.
She straightened herself, ignoring the growing wet on her hand as she did so. "I'm right where I need to be."
He half chuckled. "My bad. Let me get you another cup of coffee as an apology."
"...sure." she replied, wondering how anymore liquid could possibly enter her.
He extended the cup to her and she took it reluctantly. Damion watched her while the warm liquid slipped down her throat. As it settled in her stomach, another leak slipped from Anna's claws and onto the floor. She was glad it wasn't too visible.
"Delicious." she replied confidently to Damion. He looked at her for a moment before shrugging. "Guess I was wrong." he mumbled and walked back to his station.
Anna could feel him glancing over at her, watching her, as the minutes painfully crawled on. In her stubborn stance to appear okay, she sipped on the new cup of coffee. She felt so sick by the time her now 7th cup was emptied. Her bladder was bloated beyond belief. Just one poke and Anna was sure she would be staining the white walls of her lab in yellow.
Finally, Damion grabbed his jacket. "Alright, I'm off now. Try to enjoy your day without me." he quipped.
"Trust me, I will." she sassily retorted but the conviction of her tone was weakened by her current desperate affairs.
Once she heard the facility door click, she shoved both hands in between her legs. She danced about with heavy breaths. "Oh, that 7th cup did it...I'm gonna burst." she groaned.
She put one foot forward, in an attempt to get to the close-by toilets, but was greeted with a shocking sensation pinching her overgrown bladder. She doubled over. "Ughh...I-I can't move...it's too big now."
She looked at her protruding bladder and gently touched it. It instantly sent a leak down her leg. Her crotch quivered in response and that was enough for her bladder to choose defeat. It had tasted a glimpse of relief and wanted more.
With shaking legs, another fat jet of warm piss hissed to the floor. "N-no, I'm wetting myself..." Anna moaned and removed her hands. A torrent of piss splattered noisily against the lab floor.
She put a hand to her bladder while it emptied and cried out in relief. It felt so good to finally let go of all that pent up piss. The piss was hot and steamed up from the huge puddle forming around her talons. Anna peed for well over 3 minutes. She almost thought the stream would never stop.
As it came to a trickle, she observed the way her crotch glistened with her piss and the massive puddle seeping everywhere across the floor. "Look at this mess I've made..there's only one person to call at a time like this."
Reaching for her phone, Anna called Val.
a/n: alright, that's the end! i wrote this up at the request of @ValTheDraggo. i'm not into furries and have never written anything relating to it before so please forgive any mistakes regarding that. hope you enjoyed!
Edited August 15, 2021 by imleaking
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School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus.
“Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat.
“Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people.
“Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully.
* 15 minutes passed. *
“Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch.
Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching.
“Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well.
Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty.
As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home.
“God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can.
“Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid.
As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy.
“Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there.
As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair.
Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people.
“Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure.
60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped.
“Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time.
“Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss.
At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience.
Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much.
At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss.
“Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate.
“I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure.
“Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.”
“Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing.
“Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice.
“Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class.
“Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.)
“Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression.
“OMG what happened then?”
“It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box”
“Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes things worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms.
“Ok I will. Take care.” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair.
The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam.
Meanwhile Anudi was peacefully sitting on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her pussy hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush, wetting it in the process. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took the metallic bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet from the cold water. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. (Usually Sri Lankan toilets doesn't have toilet paper)Soon the knicker was well placed covering her thick buttocks and the semi wet vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building.
Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
(Hi guys this is my first story ever written. Please ignore the mistakes and hope you enjoyed the story.
p.s. I mistakenly posted the same story in interactive stories section. Sorry about that. Seems like I can't remove the topic.)
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Hi everyone. It's my first post, and m'y first story. I hope you will like it. I apologize, my original text is in french, so the english version is only make by Google Trad. So it's possible there are a few mistakes with word or sentence. I let the french version. Enjoy !
English Version ( Google Trad )
The evening had started so well.
Fanny had been invited by her neighbor to go have a drink. His blood had only made one turn: it was a moment that he liked it enormously. She hadn't taken any interest in him right away, because of the age difference: she was going to turn 32 when he was barely 26. But they had started to discuss and he had liked her very quickly. . She had taken a long time to realize it, because Fanny was very complex about her physique. She was indeed very round, with good thighs, large buttocks and a small emerging stomach. Her waist, on the other hand, was quite slim.
She then looked for how to dress, and decided to keep it simple: an orange-yellow tank top that hugged her well-rounded breasts perfectly, as well as jeans. She felt a little cramped in it, but she liked him. For once in her life, she felt sexy.
So she left her apartment and knocked on the door of her neighbor, Justin. This opened almost everything. He had put on a simple shirt, the black of which contrasted with the blondness of his hair. The same blond as Fanny's long hair.
- You are beautiful, he told her.
- Thank you ... she replied, blushing
He found that embarrassed air absolutely cute. They left the building and headed for the city center. They chatted about everything and nothing, making sure not to slip up on this first date. They quickly arrived at the bar, and ordered two beers. Fanny loved beer, but hated its side effect, namely the urge that it caused.
- It makes me weird to see you like this, she said to Justin. Finally, I mean, in other words than that of simple neighbor.
He looked at her insistently:
- And ... Do you like it? he asked her with a smile.
- I .... Yes I think so.
She felt ridiculous babbling in front of a man who could be her little brother; The discussion continued. Fanny felt her bladder swell with urine. She changed position in her seat, so as not to make the urge worse.
- All is good ? Justin asked him
- Yes yes, don't worry.
- And if we played a game, to get to know each other better! Do you know the Truth Action? Shall we play a game? Whoever refuses or fails to order a pledge.
Fanny wondered where he was coming from, but accepted. She liked this playful side that her companion had.
- So I start: Truth or Dare?
- Uh ... Truth! replied the young woman
- Let's see .... How many boyfriends have you had before me?
That she would have suspected
- Just 2. Maybe a third soon, she replied with an eloquent smile. Mine, Truth or Dare?
- Truth
- What made you invite me?
- I don't know, an intuition, a desire.
These words had the effect of a heat wave in Fanny's body and crotch. She will be her thighs and crossed them, because her desire was becoming more and more important. She started to squirm in her chair, but refused to get up for fear of appearing as a pisseuse unable to control her bladder.
“Very well,” Justin said. Truth or Dare ?
- Action, answered Fanny for a change.
Justin watched the young woman squirm, and had an idea.
- You have to drink another pint!
- Uh .... ok, she said. But I just have to go to the bathroom first.
- Out of the question, you have to do it now otherwise it's a pledge, Justin replied with a perverse glint in his eyes.
Fanny began to suspect something. She had read on a forum that there were different people who fantasized about seeing his companion or his companion have a pressing desire, or even get over it. She thought about it right away, but maybe it was just her imagination, maybe he was just trying to get her to drink to make her more comfortable.
So she ordered a pint and Justin watched her lock it up. He was already fantasizing by imagining the liquid acting on the young woman's bladder, filling it inexorably until it overflowed. And this is precisely what was happening: Fanny had already drunk a liter of beer and her bladder was showing itself seriously. But for some reason she didn't know, she loved it, that sense of urgency, that sense of intimacy with her neighbor.
- How are you ? Justin asked
- Yes, yes, it's okay, she assured him, crossing her legs even more. Okay, it's your turn now.
- Action!
Fanny hesitated, then made up her mind, the alcohol certainly helping her to be more enterprising.
- You have to do something to me that surprises me, she said to him with a mischievous air.
Justin quoted her, he knew very well what he wanted to do. He stood up slowly and approached his neighbor. He leaned over delicately, his lips almost touching hers. Fanny's heart was beating wildly, the stress and excitement further accentuated her desire. Justin's lips were only inches from his.
It was then that when they were going to kiss, Justin had a movement of the hand and vigorously squeezed the bladder of the young woman. This one narrowly missed the flood. She could not hold back a few jets which slightly soaked her panties. Fortunately, no stains appeared on his jeans. Looking satisfied, Justin sat down. Fanny didn't know if it was the influence of the pressure of her bladder against her clitoris but she felt an extreme excitement rise in her. Surprisingly, she did not hold it against her young neighbor. Better still, she liked his sense of initiative. It made him want to end up in bed even more tonight.
She crossed her legs even more and decided to play it. Justin couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous woman sitting across from him, who waddled in her chair, putting her hands in her crotch as she squirmed. His erection almost ached. He decided to play fair with her.
- Truth or Dare ?
- Truth, she replied, biting her lower lip, on the verge of breaking.
-Let's see ... I see you look indisposed, have you ever pissed on yourself?
Fanny felt a huge discomfort now. The excitement gave way to a slight uneasiness. She only realized now that she was in the middle of a bar, with lots of people around. Certainly, it had already happened to her once to piss herself on when she came home from a party: she was accompanied by a man and she had not been able to go to the bathroom that evening. Arriving in front of his house she couldn't take it any longer, and as soon as her date had he put the keys in the lock of her front door, the young woman's bladder was emptied, flooding her thighs, her skirts, her tights, the hallway of the building and the feet of her companion, whom she had obviously never seen again. But in no case was she prepared to talk about it here.
- I ... sorry I pass my turn ... she replied, leaning forward to relieve the pressure on her bladder.
- Well, you have a pledge, you have to drink another 2 more pints, it's me who pays.
Now Fanny was sure, Justin wanted to see her get on it. Oddly enough, the uneasiness passed. Maybe it was due to alcohol, maybe it was Justin's reassuring gaze, but the fact is that Fanny emptied her other 2 pints under the eager gaze of her companion. She had now drunk 2 liters of beers.
She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't move anymore without her bladder calling her to order. No position was comfortable, his desire was more than pressing. She was terrified of peeing herself in the middle of the bar, so she said:
- Listen, I ... I really can't take it anymore, I have to go home.
Justin replied straight away, as if he had only been waiting for this:
- Alright, let's go!
While he was paying the bill, Fanny dragged himself outside as quickly as she could. She had difficulty walking, her bladder appeared swollen through her jeans. She waited for her partner, waddling from one leg to the other. She dared not put her hands between her legs for fear of appearing ridiculous in front of the many people sitting on the terrace, but it was not the urge that she lacked, in every sense of the word. Fanny had never found herself with such a pressing desire. She had the impression that her bladder was going to literally explode, that she was going to flood her jeans in front of her neighbor and thus drown her chances for the future with him. But on the other hand, she felt that something was happening, that deep down Justin was just waiting for it. When he returned, she decided to play it, to accentuate his waddling, his crossing of thighs in order to titillate him. It seemed to please him because he dragged him to the door of the building.
- Am I wrong or do you really want to piss, Fanny? he asked
- No, she replied in a whisper, I ... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to pee on myself. It's your fault you made me drink too much.
She had fun squeezing her bladder, uttering a small moan, which had the effect of hardening Justin's erection even more. He pushed her into the ground floor and called the elevator. They got inside and Fanny pressed the button hastily. She was slightly uneasy again: she realized that she was about to pee on herself, at 32 years old. The departure of the elevator pulled her out of her moods.
With a mischievous air, Justin pressed all the buttons that separated the ground floor from the 3rd floor, which resulted in a stop on each floor, and therefore precious minutes lost for poor Fanny. These no longer sought to hide, she arched back, both arms lodged in his crotch, himself masked by his frantic crossing of thighs. She squirmed like a possessed one, knowing she was reaching her limits. Her perineum was burning her and she now had only one idea in mind, to evacuate.
She decided to try something nonetheless, the ridiculousness of the situation couldn't be worse. She turned her back on her friend and squirmed so hard that her ass pressed against Justin's cock. This one being leaned against the wall of the cabin, it was now sandwiched between the wall and the buttocks of the young woman. His frantic waddling from the pressure of his bladder caused him to rock back and forth against Justin's body. This one was delighted. His friend's large ass pressed against his penis, stirring frantically with natural urge.
- Are you sure it's going to be okay? he asked, to furnish.
- It depends, what do you expect from me, asked Fanny on the verge of rupture.
In response, he hugged her around the waist, pressing his butt even harder against him, and with a forceful movement he squeezed the young woman's bladder. The pressure was such that she narrowly missed the flood. She moaned in both embarrassment and pleasure. She squirmed like crazy as Justin kept the pressure on. In their own way, each took advantage of the situation. Only the tinkle of the elevator indicating that they had arrived pulled them out of their trance.
Fanny rushed to the door of her apartment. But Justin held her back and hugged her.
- Come to my place instead, he whispered in her ear.
Anything as long as she could use the bathroom. She was starting to really feel the urgency of the situation. Fabien unlocked the door and they entered. But once the door closed, Fanny's floodgates opened.
She started with a moan, then gripped his crotch tightly. But soon we started to see a dark spot covering his thighs. She tried in vain to hide it but they were too large and urine soaked her legs. Drops of piss cascaded from her thighs and fell to the floor with a loud splashing sound. It looked like she had hidden a shower head in her pants and that it was wet from the inside. The electric light from the apartment reflected off Fanny's soaked thighs. The release was such that she fell to her knees, to finally sit completely in her own urine pool which continued to grow as her bladder was full. Fanny's face was burning, but could only go into ecstasies at the feeling of liberation. She surfed on it for 2 long minutes, creating a gigantic pool at her feet, which soaked her heels and Juston's shoes. He could not take his eyes off this beautiful blonde, with generous thighs, her big posterior bathing in a pond of urine. The puddle filled most of the hallway from the entrance, wondering how long it had been holding back.
Fanny took a deep breath, and regained her footing with reality. The feeling of cold down her buttocks made her realize the state she was in. She no longer knew where to go. At 32, she had just urinated on herself, totally ruining Justin's own apartment. A lapping sound made him look up. She saw Justin swallowing her face, his shoes making waves in the pool of urine. He walked over to her and extended his hand.
- Come on, come on.
He helped her up. Many beads of urine continued to fall into the pond, making a multitude of waves on it. The heat of the urine began to fade, to give way to the cold due to the humidity. She couldn't suppress a shudder.
- I ... I'm sorry ... she stammered, humiliated.
In response, Justin kissed her fiercely. Fanny's blood only swirled around. She who thought to have ruined her chances with him, here he appreciated on the contrary to see her totally soaked. He kneaded her large buttocks, all wet with piss. It pleased Justin as much as it did Fanny. Taken too with feverish passion, she asked Justin to take her to his room, which he did. They thus spent the best night of their life.
French Version:
La soirée avait pourtant si bien commencé.
Fanny avait été invité par son voisin à aller prendre un verre. Son sang n'avai fait qu'un tour: voila un moment que celu ci lui plaisait enormement. Elle ne lui avait pas tout de suite porté d'interet, du fait de la différence d'âge: elle allait feter ses 32 ans alors que lui en avais à peine 26. Mais ils avaient commencer à discuter et il lui avait plut tres rapidement. Elle avait mis du temps à s'en rendre compte, car Fanny complexait énormement sur son physique. Elle était effectivement tres ronde, avec de bonne cuisses, de larges fesses et un petit ventre naissant. Sa taille, en revanche, était assez fine.
Elle chercha alors comment s'habiller, et decida de faire simple: un debardeur jaune orangé qui moulait parfaitement ses seins bien ronds, ainsi qu'un jean. Elle se sentait un peu à l'etroit dedans, mais il lui plaisait. Pour une fois dans sa vie, elle se sentait sexy.
Elle sortie donc de son appartement et frappa à la porte de son voisin, Justin. Celui-ci ouvrit quasimment tout de . Il avait mis une chemise simple qdont le noir contrastait avec la blondeur de ses cheveux. Le meme blond que les longs cheveux de Fanny.
- Tu es magnifiques, lui dit il.
- Merci... lui repondit elle en rougissant
Il trouvait cet air génée absolument craquant. Il sortirent de l'immeuble et se dirigèrent vers le centre ville. Ils discutèrent de tout et de rien, s'assurant de ne pas faire de faux pas pour ce premier rendez vous. Ils arrivèrent rapidement au bar, et commandèrent deux bière. Fanny adorais la bière, mais detestait son effet secondaire, à savoir l'envie pressante qui en resultait.
- Ca me fais bizarre de te voir dans ces conditions, dit elle à Justin. Enfin, je veux dire, en d'autre terme que celui de simple voisin.
Il la regarda avec insistance:
- Et... Ca te plais ? lui demanda t il avec le sourire.
- Je.... Oui je crois.
Elle se sentait ridicule à bafouiller devant un homme qui pourrait etre son petit frère; La discussion continua. Fanny sentit sa vessie se gonfler d'urine. Elle changea de position sur son siege, pour ne pas empirer l'envie.
- Tout vas bien ? Lui demanda Justin
- Oui oui, ne t'inquiete pas.
- Et si on faisait un jeu, pour mieu se connaitre ! Tu connais le Action Verité ? On se fait une partie ? Celui qui refuse ou echoue à l'ordre à un gage.
Fanny se demanda ou il voulait en venir, mais accepta. Elle aimait ce coté joueur qu'avait son compagnon.
- Alors je commence: Action ou Vérité ?
- Euh ... Verité ! repondit la jeune femme
- Voyons.... Combien de copain a tu eu avant moi ?
Ca elle s'en serait douté
- Juste 2. Peut etre un troisieme prochainement, repondit elle avec un sourire éloquent. A moi, Action ou Vérité ?
- Verité
- Qu'est ce qui t'a poussé à m'inviter ?
- Je ne sais pas, une intuition, une envie.
Ces paroles firent l'effet d'une vague de chaleur dans le corps et l'entrejambe de Fanny. Elle sera ses cuisses et les croisa, car son envie devenait de plus en plus importante. Elle commenca a se tortiller sur sa chaise, mais refusa de se lever, de peur de passer pour une pisseuse incapable de controler sa vessie.
- Tres bien, reprit Justin. Action ou Verité ?
- Action, repondit Fanny pour changer.
Justin observa la jeune femme se tortiller, et eut une idée.
- Tu dois boire encore une pinte !
- Euh.... ok, dit elle. Mais il faut juste que je passe aux toilettes avant.
- Hors de question, tu dois le faire maintenant sinon c'est un gage, repondit Justin avec une lueur perverse dans le regard.
Fanny commenca a se douter de quelque chose. Elle avait lu sur un forum qu'il existait differentes personnes qui fantasmaient sur le fait de voir son compagnon ou sa compagne avoir une envie pressante, voir meme se faire dessus. Elle pensa de suite a cela, mais peut etre n'etais ce que son imagination, peut etre essayait il seulement de la faire boire pour qu'elle soit plus a l'aise.
Elle commanda donc une pinte et Justin la regarda l'ecluser. Il fantasmait deja en imaginant le liquide agir sur la vessie de la jeune femme, la remplissant inexorablement jusqu'a en deborder. Et c'est precisemment ce qui était en train de se passer: Fanny avait deja but un litre de biere et sa vessie se manifestait serieusement. Mais pour une raison qu'elle ignorait, elle aimait cela, ce sentiment d'urgence, ce sentiment d'intimité avec son voisin.
- Ca va ? demanda Justin
- Oui oui ca va, lui assura t'elle en croisant les jambes de plus belle. Bon c'est a ton tour maintenant.
- Action !
Fanny hesita, puis se decida, l'alcool l'aidant certainement à se montrer plus entreprenante.
- Tu dois me faire quelque chose qui me surprenne, lui lanca elle d'un air coquin.
Justin la devisagea, il savait tres bien ce qu'il avait envie de faire. Il se leva doucement et s'approcha de sa voisine. Il se pencha delicatement vers elle, ses levres touchant presque les siennes. Le coeur de Fanny battait à tout rompre, le stress et l'excitation accentuait encore son envie. Les levres de Justin n'etait plus qu'a quelques centimetres des siennes.
C'est alors qu'au moment ou ils alaient s'embrasser, Justin eu un mouvement de la main et pressa vigoureusement la vessie de la jeune femme. Celle ci manqua de peu l'inondation. Elle ne put retenir quelques jets qui tremperent legerement sa culotte. Fort heureusement aucunes taches n'apparut sur son jean. L'air satisfait, Justin se rassit. Fanny ne sut pas si ce fut l'influence la pression de sa vessie contre son clitoris mais elle sentit une excitation extreme monter en elle. Etonnement, elle n'en voulut pas a son jeune voisin. Mieu, elle aimait son sens de l'initiative. Cela lui donna encore plus envie de finir dans son lit ce soir.
Elle croisa les jambes d'autant plus et decida d'en jouer . Justin ne pouvait quitter du regard cette magnifique femme assise en face de lui, qui se dandinnait sur sa chaise, mettant ses mains dans son entrejambe tout en se tortillant. Son erection lui faisait presque mal. Il decida de jouer franc jeu avec elle.
- Action ou verité ?
- Verité, repondit elle en se mordant la levre inferieur, au bord de la rupture.
-Voyons... je vois que tu as l'air indisposée, il t'es deja arrivé de te pisser dessus ?
Fanny ressenti une enorme gene desormais. L'excitation fit place a un leger malaise. Elle ne realisa que maintenant qu'elle se trouvait au milieu d'un bar, avec plein de monde autour. Certe, il lui etait deja arrivé une fois de se pisser dessus en rentrant de soirée: elle etait accompagné d'un homme et elle n'avait pas put aller au toilettes de la soirée. En arrivant devant chez lui elle n'en pouvait plus, et à peine son rencard avait il mit les clé dans la serrure de sa porte d'entrée que la vessie de la jeune femme s'etait vidée, inondant ses cuisses, sa jupes, ses collants, le couloir de l'immeuble et les pieds de son compagnons, qu'elle n'avait bien evidemment jamais revu. Mais en aucun cas elle ne se setnait disposé à en parler ici.
- Je... desolé je passe mon tour... repondit elle en se penchant en avant pour soulager la pression sur sa vessie.
- Bon et bien tu as un gage, tu dois boire encore 2 autres pintes, c'est moi qui paye.
Desormais Fanny en eut la certitude, Justin voulait la voir se faire dessus. Curieusemetn, le malaise passa. Peut etre etait-ce dut a l'alcool, peut etre etait-ce le regard rassurant de Justin, mais le fait est que Fanny vida ses 2 autres pintes sous le regard avide de son compagnon. Elle avait desormais but 2litres de bieres.
Elle n'en pouvait plus. Elle ne pouvait desormais plus bouger sans que sa vessie la rapelle à l'ordre. Aucuens positions n'etait confortable, son envie était plus que pressante. Elle était terrifiée à l'idée de se faire pipi dessus au milieu du bar, si bien qu'elle proposa:
- Ecoute je ... j'en peux vraiment plus là il faut que je rentre.
Justin repondit de suite, comme si il n'avait attendu que cela:
- Très bien, allons y !
Tandis qu'il reglait l'addition, Fanny se traina le plus vite qu'elle put à l'exterieur. Elle avait du mal a marcher, sa vessie apparaissait gonflé à travers son jeans. Elle attendit son partenaire, se dandinnant d'une jambe sur l'autre. Elle n'osait pas loger ses mains entre ses jambs de peur de paraitre ridicules devant les nombreuses personnes assisent en terrasse, mais ce n'etait pas l'envie qui lui manquuait, danns tous les sens du terme. Fanny ne s'etait jamais retrouvé avec une envie aussi pressante. Elle avait l'impression que sa vessie allait littéralement exploser, qu'elle allait inonder son jean devant son voisin et ainsi noyer ses chances d'avenir avec lui. Mais d'un autre coté, elle sentait qu'il se passait quelque chose, que dans le fond Justin n'attendait que ça. Quand il revint, elle decida d'en jouer, d'accentuer son dandinnement, ses croisement s de cuisses afin de l'emoustiller. Cela parut lui plaire car il l'entraina jusqu'a la porte de l'immeuble.
- Je me trompe ou tu as super envie de pisser, Fanny ? demanda t'il
- Non, repondit elle dans un souffle, je... j'en peux plus je vais me faire pipi dessus. C'est de ta faute tu m'a fais trop boire.
Elle s'amusa a presser sa vessie en poussant un petit gemissement, ce qui eu pour effet de durcir encore plus l'erection de Justin. Il la poussa dans le rez de chaussée et appela l'ascenceur. Ils rentrèrent dedans et Fanny pressa le bouton précipitamment. Le malaise la reprit legerement: elle realisait qu'elle etait sur le point de se pisser dessus, à 32ans. Le depart de l'ascenceur la tira de ses états d'ames.
Avec un air polisson, Justin appuya sur tout les boutons qui separait le rez de chaussé du 3eme etage, ce qui resulta un arret a chaque étage, et donc de precieuse minutes de perdu pour la pauvre Fanny. Celles ci ne cherchait d'ailleurs plus a se cacher, elle se cambrait en arriere, les deux bras logé dans son entrejambe, lui meme masqué par ses croisement de cuisses frénétique. Elle se tortillait comme une possédée, sachant qu'elle atteignait ses limite. Son périné la brulait et elle n'avait desormais qu'une idée en tete, évacuer.
Elle décida néanmoins de tenter quelque chose, le ridicule de la situation ne pouvant être pire. Elle tourna le dos à son ami et se tortilla si fort que ses fesses se plaquerent contre le sexe de Justin. Celui ci étant adossé au mur de la cabine, il était desormais pris en sandwich entre le mur et les fesses de la jeune femme. Son dandinnement frénétique due à la pression de sa vessie fit faire un mouvement de va et vient contre le corp de Justin. Celui ci était ravi. Le large postérieur de son ami plaqué contre son pénis, remuant frénétiquement sous le besoin naturelle.
- Tu es sure que ca va aller ? demanda t il, pour meubler.
- Ca dépend, qu'est ce que tu attends de moi, demanda Fanny au bord de la rupture.
Pour toute réponse, il l'enserra par la taille, plaquant encore plus ses fesses contre lui.D'un mouvement puissant, il pressa la vessie de la jeune femme. La pression fut telle qu'elle manqua de peu l'inondation. Elle gémit à la fois de gêne et de plaisir. Elle se tortillait comme une folle tandis que Justin maintenait la pression. A leurs manieres, chacun profitait de la situation. Seule le tintement de l'ascenceur indiquant qu'ils étaient arrivés les tira de leur transe.
Fanny se précipita vers la porte de son appartement. Mais Justin la retint et la serra contre lui.
- Viens plutot chez moi, lui chuchota t'il à l'oreille.
N'importe quoi tant qu'elle pouvait aller aux toilettes. Elle commencait à vraiment sentir le sentiment d'urgence de la situation. Fabien deverouilla la porte et ils entrèrent. Mais une fois la porte refermé, les vannes de Fanny s'ouvrirent.
Elle commenca par pousser un gemissement, puis agrippa fermement son entrejambe. Mais bientot on commenca à voir une tache sombre couvrir ses cuisses. Elle essayait vainement de le cacher mais celles ci etait trop large et l'urine trempa ses jambes. Des gouttes de pisses s'écoulaient en cascade de ses cuisses et tombait sur le sol avec un fort bruit d'eclaboussure. On aurait dit qu'ele avait caché un pommeau de douche dans son pantalon et que celui ci la mouillait de l'interieur. Le reflet des lumierent éléctrique de l'appartement refletaient sur les cuisses trempées de Fanny. La libération fut telle qu'elle tomba a genoux, pour finalement s'asseoir complétement dans sa propre marre urine qui continuait de grandir tant sa vessie était pleine. Fanny avait le visage qui lui brulait, mais ne put que s'extasier devant la sensation de liberation. Elle surina dessus pendants 2longes minutes, créeant une mare gigantesque à ses pieds, qui trempait ses talons et les chaussures de Juston. Il ne pouvait détacher son regard de cette magnifique blonde, aux cuissses généreuse, son gros posterieur baignant dans un étang d'urine. La flaque remplissait la quasi totalité du couloir de l'entrée, à se demander depuis combien de temps elle se retenait.
Fanny reprenait sa respiration, et repris pied avec la réalité. La sensation de froid le long de ses fesses lui firent réaliser l'état dans lequel elle se trouvait. Elle ne savait plus où se mettre. A 32 ans, elle venait de s'uriner dessus, ruinant totalement le propre appartement de Justin. Un bruit de clapoti lui fit relever les yeux. Elle vit Justin qui avacait verrs elle, ses chaussures faisant des ondes dans la mare d'urine. Il s'approcha d'elle et lui tandit la main.
- Allé, viens.
Il l'aida à se relever. De nombreuses perles d'urines continuaient à tomber dans la mare, faisant une multitude d'onde sur celle ci. La chaleur de l'urine commencait à s'estomper, pour laisser place au froid due à l'humidité. Elle ne put reprimer un frisson.
- Je ... je sui désolé...bredouilla t elle, humiliée.
Pour toute réponse, Justin l'embrassa avec fougue. Le sang de Fanny ne fit qu'un tour. Elle qui pensait àvoir ruiné ses chances avec lui, voila qu'il appreciait au contraire de la voir totalement trempée. Il pétrit ses larges fesses, toutes humide de pisses. Cela plput autant à Justin qu'a Fanny. Prise elle aussi d'une fougue fievreuses, elle demanda à Justin de l'emmener dans sa chambre, ce qu'il fit Ils passèrent ainsi la meilleure nuit de leur vie. |
Norma was on her way to work, her second week in her new position as Assistant Store Manager in a large retail store. This week she would be running the store by herself to show her bosses what she could do, and she was understandably nervous as she got dressed that morning. Norma is a single mother, a pretty latina woman in her late 30s, with a mocha colored complexion, straight black hair that she wears in a pony tail, and she is in good shape with a round and tight little butt. She dressed herself in a white blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans.
Norma first began to feel pangs of needing a BM as she drove to work. She didn't give it much thought, and just figured at some point that day she would need to use the bathroom. She did note that her guts felt slightly bubbly, and that it was likely from the nerves she was feeling about her performance. By the time she reached the store she immediately got busy with the day and forgot all about needing the toilet.
Cut to a couple of hours into the day, when the store was getting very busy. All the sudden Norma was experiencing the hectic nature of trying to run the salesfloor of a large and busy store. She was being pulled in all directions, putting out fires here, giving direction there, trying to solve scheduling problems, talking with customers and answering her incessantly ringing phone. During the chaos, Norma felt a few slight rumbles course through her bowels, and she realized her need to poop again. She confidently held on, telling herself that as soon as she had a free moment she should go use the ladies room.
Well, the moments came and went, and it was still just one thing after another for Norma. After a little while, her urge to poop was only getting more prominent, and it was starting to become a distraction. As she dealt with anything that came up, she couldn't shake the thought of needing the bathroom lingering in the background, and she started to grow irritable. She got a bit of an attitude with one of her workers at one point, and once she realized it she was quick to apologize and share the excuse for her demeanor. "I'm sorry for being short with you. I'm a little cranky because I've been trying to get to the bathroom for a while now but I keep getting pulled." The worker apologized for holding her up, then let her be.
After the exchange, Norma felt she had a free moment, and she started to make her way towards the ladies room. But on the way there, she got a call from the customer service desk explaining that there was an upset customer waiting for a manager. Norma debated just going to the bathroom anyway and keeping the customer waiting, but then the customer service employee explained that the customer's problem was that she had been waiting for help for a very long time and no one was responding. Norma figured it would be best not to keep her waiting any longer and she turned back and headed for customer service.
As she walked away from the bathrooms, Norma began to feel genuinely worried. She really needed to go, and she was running out of time. She just prayed to herself in her head that this customer encounter would go quickly and smoothly and she could head back to the bathroom. But for the first time in several years, the thought of possibly having an accident began to enter Norma's mind. She quickly stifled the thought, and said to herself "you'll be ok. You can hold it in. Its ok..." and she went to meet the customer.
When Norma got to the customer service desk, she was immediately met by an inexplicably irate middle aged woman. Sure, it was inconvenient and annoying to have to wait for help, but the woman was carrying on as if Norma had personally offended her. It only made matters worse for Norma because she wasn't used to dealing with angry customers as the ASM, and it was making her more nervous. And as the nerves ramped up, her stomach only felt more and more unsettled. She just kept nodding, apologizing and agreeing with the customer, but in her head all she was thinking was "SHUT UP. I HAVE TO GO POOP!"
Then, something terrible happened. Norma felt a big bubble of gas work its way through her guts and she was met with an extremely intense urge to fart. She squeezed her butt cheeks together hard and concentrated on trying to keep it in, but the pressure was too much. As the woman continued complaining and carrying on, Norma inadvertently farted. The good news was that it was very quiet...but the bad news was it left her with a warm and damp sensation in the seat of her beige cotton panties that wasn't going away. Stress and shock washed over Norma's body a she realized that she had just sharted in her underwear. Her heart began pounding in her chest, she was now highly convinced that if she didn't immediately go to the bathroom then she was going to follow through and completely mess her pants. She held on for dear life and finally was able to muddle her way through the conversation with the customer, and appeased her with a discount on her purchases. But her need to poop was so urgent by then that she had stomach cramps and it was physically difficult to walk. Nevertheless she began to head back for the bathroom in a panic, silencing her phone on the way so as to avoid anymore distractions. A she walked she felt another intense urge to fart bubble up, but she clenched firmly knowing that it was going to be a lot more than that if she let it out. She started pleading with herself in her head "please make it. Please make it. Please make it!" over and over. But finally, with the bathroom in site and only 25 feet away...she pushed.
She didn't mean to push. It was just a reflex from a sharp cramp that struck her. But once she did, it was all over. She felt herself start to turtle head, and she was unable to resist it and began to push a very soft and mushy mess into her underwear. She had to stop walking, and she just froze in place and slightly spread her legs apart as the hot mush forced its way out in bursts, and the tightness of her jeans caused it to spread upwards along her butt crack. She just stood there helplessly until she was done pooping in her pants, then she continued on to the bathroom with a pronounced waddle, her head hanging in shame.
She got in the bathroom and simply didn't know what to do with herself. She was dreading checking the damage, but she knew it was bad. She could feel the mess under both cheeks, in her crotch and going all the way up to the top of her crack. She looked at herself in disbelief in the mirror, and thought "I can't believe i just pooped my pants at work." But she had to think quick and decide what to do about it. She waddled into a stall and held her breath from the stench as she carefully unbuttoned her jeans and tried to lower them. But her underwear was just too soiled, and the consistency of the load made it impossible to simply dump her panties out in the toilet. She sighed with defeat, pulled her jeans back up over her poopy underwear and decided that she needed to go home and change her pants.
Norma waddled back out of the stall and turned her back to the mirror to check if it was visible from the outside. There was no poop stain on the outside of her jeans thankfully, however they were slightly bulging and had a long wet mark going up along her butt crack. She grimaced and felt her face turn hot with embarrassment as she prepared to go out and face the music. She was positive she wouldn't be getting away with this accident.
Norma tried to correct her walking as she left the bathroom so as to not make it extremely obvious that she had a mess in her jeans, but the squishing sensation between her thighs and cheeks was too much and she couldn't help but walk with a bit of a waddle. She made her way towards the offices upstairs so she could tell the store manager she was taking her lunch hour, and on her way there a handful of employees and customers saw her walking funny and observed the back of her pants. She was also leaving quite the odor behind as she walked by, so quickly people were curious. It didnt take long at all before one worker said to another "dude. I think Norma shit herself." The rumor quickly spread from there.
When Norma finished her walk of shame to the store managers office, she greeted him by saying "I have a problem." He looked at her with concern and said "what's going on Norma?" She paused a moment, unsure how to say it, then just beat around the bush a little. "I need to take my lunch now and I'm going to be heading home during it, I might be a little late getting back...." he looked a little disturbed and said "why is that? You know you're floor coverage today." Norma paused again, then swallowed her pride. She looked away to avoid eye contact, then she mumbled to him "I just had an accident". He replied "what happened? Are you hurt?" She interjected "No...I mean... I went to the bathroom...like, in my pants..." she cringed and shut her eyes tight as she said it out loud. He looked at her in disbelief for a moment, just before he crinkled his nose up at the smell as it hit him. He said "oh my" with surprise and concern, then he simply dismissed her to go home to change her pants. Norma couldn't help but feel 2 inches tall, and she dreaded how this might make her look with regards to being able to handle the store. How could she run a big store if she couldn't even control her bowels long enough to make it to the toilet? Eitherway, Norma left the store and went home to clean herself up. Once she had clean undies and a new outfit on, she had to make the awkward return to work. By the time she got back, word had made its way around the store about how she had pooped her pants. And there was nothing Norma could do but work her way through the rest of her shift feeling humiliated. But as bad as she felt, she just kept telling herself it was fine and that she'd be ok soon. After all, it was not Norma's first accidental BM, so she knew what to expect emotionally from herself.
Until next time.
Bomber27 |
Hey y'all! I'm trying to finish their story quickly before my work starts getting busy again.
Not much sex in this particular installment, but there will be a lot as this story goes on.
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“Not long now!” said Granny Zhao. “You will be full of happiness soon, yes!”
I’m already getting a little full of something, Bree thought. But yeah. Full of happiness, too.
Thirty hours on the road, mostly in cramped and crowded buses. Thirty hours. She’d be ecstatic about getting off the bus even if it weren’t Tam meeting her. But now that she was only an hour away, the excitement was fighting her tiredness. A few minutes before she’d gotten a text from Tam:
On my way to the bus station
She’d texted back at once:
YAY
—but then thought about it more.
How long does it take to get to your place?
It’s like a half-hour ride.
I’m just going early because I don’t want to miss any connections.
Least of all with you!
Half an hour? So that meant an hour and a half to get to his place. Probably a bit more, since they’d have to wait a bit. And then more time at the house… two hours? I can do it.
She was calculating times because she was feeling the beginnings of a need to pee, naturally. And the bus she was on did have a bathroom. But that would mean (a) wasting the pee and its delightful internal pressure on her clit, (b) using that dark, smelly, deeply unpleasant bus bathroom, and (c) asking Granny Zhao to stand up, twice.
Granny Zhao had been with her for a good chunk of the way. Her English was a little shaky, but she was a sweetheart, and quite chatty. A vastly superior traveling companion than some of the denizens of the bus system. Talking to each other, Bree had quickly realized, meant that other passengers were less likely to bug either one of them. And they’d had plenty to talk about.
But Granny was a little shaky on her feet, too. And prone to napping. Between the two, Bree had been reluctant to ask her to stand up while the bus was moving. So she’d felt a little need for the bathroom for the last hour. Two more hours to go? Well, she was good at holding. I got this.
And besides, if it got too bad, she’d just pee at the bus station. She probably wouldn’t really need the pee to get her turned on, considering she’d be arm and arm with Tam from then on.
So she just kept chatting with Granny Zhao, about so many things—Granny had left China decades ago and lived all over the country, and had a large family, and had worked in five or six different jobs, and all in all never ran out of material. Occasionally it took some time to find the right word, but that could be funny too.
Granny’s chatter was so engrossing, Bree at first didn’t even notice that they’d slowed down. But soon it became obvious: they’d hit traffic. It was stop-and-go traffic, although with more “go” than “stop.” But with the timeline suddenly in doubt, Bree began to suspect she’d be using the bathroom at the bus station after all.
The traffic slowed a bit more as they got closer. Bree kept Tam updated with steady complaints. But then at last they were off the highway and rumbling along city streets, and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. Her bladder was still a factor, but now it was mostly bumping up her desire levels. Which were already sky-high.
I get to see Tam, I get to see Tam, I get to see Tam!
I get to fuck Tam! For real! In, like, an hour!
She was so horny, and so excited, that Granny Zhao had to say goodbye to her twice before it sank in that they were arriving. Granny cackled and patted Bree on the cheek and said, “Go see your handsome man!”
“I will,” Bree said, heart lurching into overdrive at the thought.
Under other circumstances, waiting for the aisle to clear to get off a bus while needing to pee could be downright agony. This time it was agonizing but just for the delay. It was a matter of literally seconds until she could see her lover, and people were going soooo slooooowly.
Until they weren’t! Everyone ahead of her was either off or moving to the door, and all she had to do was follow, and then she was down the steps (a little jolting in her groin, but that was fine, just ramping up her passion more), and then she was actually in the bus station and there he was
arms flung around each other
sweeping him up off his feet to kiss him
and kiss him
only letting him down because her arms were aching
“Oh my god, you’re here,” she breathed.
“You’re here,” he countered. “I’ve been here all along. Especially since you’re a little late…”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Didn’t say it was, but it does mean we need to hurry. Got everything?”
“Just the one bag…”
“Then let’s go!”
“Where are we going and why are we running?” she gasped, as he hurried her across the station.
“We might catch the next train to my part of town. But it’s due right now.”
So much for peeing here. Ah well, so much the better.
They pelted through the station, dodging other travelers, down escalators, out into the open air, along a street (Bree growing slightly more desperate with every thudding step), into another building, around pillars, and then—skidding to a stop as Tam swore.
“What?”
“There it goes.”
And indeed, a train was pulling away.
“So now we wait? For how long?”
“That one comes every hour and a half. So what we’re gonna do instead…” And, still holding her by the hand, he switched directions but kept on hurrying.
So wait, do I get to pee here or not?
“We’ll take the subway and then walk the rest of the way. It’ll take a little longer as the train would have, but not as long as waiting for the next direct,” Tam explained breathlessly.
“Not as long is good,” Bree said.
And they just caught the subway train he wanted, by sprinting the last few yards, and flung themselves down onto an open seat, gasping and giggling.
Bree was relieved to sit down and take in her lover’s presence. All the running had been increasingly hard on her, jostling her filling bladder like mad. But now she could sit and gaze at him and let her arousal sweep over her, letting the fullness do its thing and press down hard on her clit.
“You know what I just thought of?” Tam said.
“No, what?”
“What everyone at the bus station must have thought.”
“Huh?”
“You get off the bus… we make out like crazy… and then we sprint off.”
She blushed beet red. “Oh.”
“Totally fine, you know? PDA is almost expected at airports and bus stations.”
“That’s true.” She set her GGG shoulders. “And sprinting off to, um, say hi properly is literally what we’re doing. So they thought right.”
He grinned. “ ‘Say hi properly’? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“That’s what I’m calling it on a subway train,” she said, resolutely.
“Fair enough.”
“Besides, they probably know perfectly well about making connection trains.”
“True.”
“And it’s either that or we were running for the bathroom,” she added.
“Sorry, I didn’t even think to ask!”
“It’s fine,” she said, nonchalantly. “Better than fine, actually…”
“That so?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow upward.
“So.” But then she added, “How long is this train ride?”
“Fifteen minutes or so.”
“Oh, that’s not bad at all. And then how long of a walk after?”
“Um… not sure, actually. It’s been a while since I walked from this line.”
Except, of course, that it wasn’t just fifteen minutes on the subway. A few stops further along, their train ground to a halt. Nothing wrong with their train; the conductor announced that the train ahead of them had a medical emergency on board. It only added a few minutes to their trip after all, but Bree was falling prey to a common human experience: trips feel longer when you haven’t been to a place before. And Bree was feeling every delay in exactly one place in her body.
It was a complicated place, though. She was getting really desperate to pee; but she was also ecstatic to have Tam beside her. Pressure in bladder; pressure on clit. Uncertainty about how long she’d have to keep holding; certainty that her man was beside her, here, with her, touching her, holding her hand. (They weren’t making out constantly, but oh god, did she ever wish they could be.) She crossed her legs, subtly rubbing them together. It was a good compromise move for both her desires.
Finally, finally, they hit the last station on the subway line and took the escalator up to street level.
“Huh!” Tam said, as they surfaced. “That’s a bus route I use sometimes, it goes right by my house. I wonder if one’s coming soon?”
Yes please, yes please, yes please…
He inspected the schedule posted on the bus stop sign. “It’s every half an hour. About another fifteen minutes’ wait.” He looked at her. “Wait, or walk?”
Ooof. Tough call. My god, I gotta pee. Getting my hopes up and smashing them again, over and over! But I gotta hold it. I am so turned on right now…
I can’t stand waiting. “Walk.”
He held out a hand. “Let’s go.”
A few minutes later, she was nearly convinced she’d made a terrible mistake. Not only was every step now sloshing her bladder—not just running, but ordinary walking was hard now—Tam clearly felt a little unsure of the way he needed to go. Which she could understand! Boston streets seemed to run at all different angles, and also seemed to change names. Tam felt sure they were headed in the right direction, but he kept making comments like, “Hmm, this feels very familiar,” and “Well, it probably doesn’t matter,” and “We just need to find the main road,” which didn’t fill her heart with glee or certainty. And with every step, the pressure grew.
Finally he stopped and looked around. “We’ve got to be close,” he said.
“Tam?” Bree said.
“Hmm?”
“Lover, I really, really need to pee. Like, I can’t wait much longer.”
“We’re almost there.”
“It’s starting to get real bad, hon.”
He drew in a deep breath. “And we don’t want you to start this week off by wetting your pants.”
“Really not. Especially since these are the only pants I brought.”
“Understood.” He pointed in the direction they’d been walking. “We just gotta keep going. Either we’ll hit the main drag, or…”
Or I’ll wet my pants right before my first chance to really have sex with my boyfriend.
No. Not gonna happen. Gotta hold it.
How much longer can it be?
Suddenly he laughed.
“What?”
“Up ahead? That’s the station where we should have gotten off, if we’d caught that first train. I know where we are now!”
“Did we come too far?” Bree said, thinking, I am not gonna strangle my boyfriend, I am not gonna strangle my boyfriend—not in public, anyway…
“Very slightly. We’ll just turn here and my house is two blocks away.”
“Oh thank god.”
He squeezed her hand. “Everything’s gonna be all right,” he promised.
“I know. But can we hurry?”
They hurried.
One long block down a tree-lined street—one long block down a busy main road—two blocks’ worth of walking where every step was getting painful—two blocks’ worth of Is this his house? No, guess not. Please let it be the next one…
“Here we are!”
A three-story building, three mailboxes by the front door. (“I’ll get the mail later,” he said to himself.) Three apartments? Probably. Waiting for Tam to fish out the key—squirming all the while. So close, so close…
“We’re second floor,” Tam said apologetically.
“Just one flight of steps? Not too bad.”
“Yeah, but we get sound from above and below.”
“Oh.” Bree understood all about sound leaking in a house. But somehow it was different when it was strangers, not family. Somehow it was different when the sounds in question might be sex…
Up the stairs. Another short wait as Tam got the door to his apartment unlocked (“Sorry, the key sticks sometimes. You just gotta know the trick”). And then finally—
“Good,” he said. “My roommate's not home. We’ve got the place to ourselves for a while.”
Oh, right. The roommate…
“Kitchen on the left, obviously. Bathroom is right around the corner, here. And my room’s at the end of the hall.” He took both of her hands in his. He looked… shy? “Where to first?”
Dear holy god, more decisions?
He’s trying to be nice. Making me feel at home. So I gotta decide.
Do I have time to have sex before I wet my pants? I can barely think…
“Your room.”
He grinned. “Follow me.”
The door clicked shut behind them. She glanced around his room but could barely take it in: posters on the walls, two windows with the blinds down, that was all she could make out, especially since the blinds weren’t letting in much light. She picked him up and swung him around to the bed, so they could make out at the same height. His arms wrapped around her, and his hands slid under her shirt. She didn’t need any more encouragement than that; she immediately pulled it off. Their hands were everywhere, his shirt was coming off too, they crashed down on the bed together, kissing every moment…
Holy shit, is he sexy.
Holy shit do I gotta go.
Can’t hold it…
I should—
no time
She had to grab, had to cross her legs over her hand, and—worst of all—she had to break the kiss. “Tam?”
“Yeah?”
“I am so so so so sorry, but I am about to explode…”
“I thought you might need to go.”
“On beyond needing to go. I can’t wait.”
“Silly. That’s why I showed you where the bathroom is first thing. That’s why I asked.”
“But we’re supposed to have sex first thing. That’s what long distance couples do.”
“Hey, hey, hey. No pressure. We’ve got days and days.”
“No pressure except in my bladder.”
“And no pressure for you to hold it. Whatever you want.”
“I wanna have sex with you, I just gotta pee first.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Good. ‘Cause I think I’m leaking…”
“Go, go!”
She went. Didn’t stop to put her shirt back on, either. Just bolted. Flung his door open, dashed, flung the bathroom door closed. Fumbled for the light. Flung the door back open so she could find the lightswitch. (Legs double-crossed by now. Bent over. Seconds left.) Door closed again. Turn to the toilet, unzipping as she did…
Oh my GOD that is filthy
That is seriously the grossest toilet I’ve ever seen
Do they even know what soap is
The first spurt hit her panties. She flung her shorts down, her mind still racing: I don’t even want my butt to touch that… Pee in the shower? No, eww, it’s pretty disgusting too—OH SHIT
Big spurt this time. Two big spurts. No time left. Fling up the seat, whirl around, drop the panties, hover over the toilet, then pee—
—Is what she meant to do.
She flung the seat up, all right. It bounced back and caught her on the butt as she was whirling around. The panties didn’t drop in time, not completely. And the hovering was interrupted by the toilet lid’s unexpected rebound. She was only half-crouched. But the pee came pouring out just the same.
After ten seconds she managed to squeeze it off. Well, squeeze it down to a trickle. She inspected the damage. She’d almost gotten the panties down enough; only the elastic waistband was in the way. But since that was enough, the rest of the cotton cloth was soaked through. It was hard to peel them down the rest of the way, especially while she was still going. She lowered herself a bit more, leaning on the sink with one arm, and let the rest out.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh my god. I haven’t been in his apartment two minutes and I peed my panties. What am I gonna do?
She inspected the damage a bit more. Miraculously her shorts (down around her ankles) had been largely spared. Just a small damp spot where the soaked panties had dropped on top of them.
Okay. Calm down. Gonna be okay.
She straightened up. Wiped off with a lot of toilet paper. Got her panties off and rinsed them in the sink (huh, maybe I should have pissed in here). Pulled her shorts up (some people go commando on purpose, right?). And then, soaked-but-cleaner panties bunched in her hand and wearing nothing but shorts and a bra, she peeked out of the bathroom—coast was clear—hurried to Tam’s room—
And burst into tears as soon as the door closed behind her.
He was hugging her in a second. “What’s wrong?”
“I waited too long,” she whimpered. “I peed my panties.”
“Oh, lover, it’s okay. Happens to all of us.”
“Tam, I’m supposed to be making hot passionate love to you, not peeing myself!”
He silenced her with a kiss. “You’re not supposed to do anything. No expectations, remember?”
“But—”
“But nothing.” He kissed her again. “I love you, Bree. And you are achingly beautiful no matter what happens. And we will have sex when you are darn good and ready and not a moment before.”
She sagged into his arms, relief pouring through her. More relieving than the pee, frankly.
“And from now on, you pee when you want to pee and not a moment later,” he added.
The repetition made her crack a sheepish grin. “And, well, TBH, I’ve been wearing those panties since Madison. They were pretty dirty anyway.”
“There you go, then. We’ll probably end up doing a lot of laundry anyway, no problem to throw your clothes in the load.”
He kissed her—longer, this time—and then asked, “So what do you want to do now?”
The relief—multiple reliefs—was still surging through her, but ebbing away. And it was taking her energy level with it. After all, it was pretty warm in his room, and she’d slept quite poorly since Madison, in Grayhound bus seats. “Um, this is gonna sound a bit weird, but I’m really tired; can I just take a nap?”
“That doesn’t sound weird at all.”
“Can you take a nap with me?”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
“With our clothes off?”
“I stand corrected. That’s perfect.”
Stripped down, they fell into Tam’s bed; Tam was big spoon. It was delightful feeling his arms around her, his bare body up against her… so easy to just rest…
She drifted off quickly.
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She woke up hungry.
Tam was snoring very softly in her ear, arms still around her. And his penis was tucked up against the small of her back—not fully hard, not fully soft. She shivered a little in anticipation, but the roaring in her belly overpowered her lust. Momentarily, of course.
She rolled over and kissed him awake. This took a bit longer than she’d expected, although he started responding to the kiss before he was truly all the wake woken up—reflexively he kissed back. And he got harder, too. She resisted the temptation to finish the job of getting him up that way, and instead pinched him gently.
“G’morning,” he said, nonsensically.
“Hi,” she replied.
“You’re here.”
“I am.”
“Really here, not a dream.”
“Yup.” She pinched him again, to prove it. “What’s for dinner? I am starving.”
He blinked a couple times. “Well, there’s not a lot in the house except for snacks…”
“Apartment. Not a lot in the apartment.”
He nodded, still shaking off sleep. “But there’s some good food on this street. How about pizza?”
“Sounds great. Although anything would, right now.”
He grinned, found his phone, and pulled up the menu. It was fun just looking at something together (especially since they were both naked)—she peered over his shoulder, reached around him to point to stuff on his screen, and got to kiss his cheek when he’d placed the order.
“Twenty minutes till it’s ready,” he announced. “The place is practically next door—we’ll walk over and pick it up.”
She leaned in. “Wanna make out until then?”
“Absolutely—but first, my turn for a bathroom break.” He pulled on his boxer briefs and padded down the hall.
This left her alone in his room, and for the first time she really had a chance to take it in. She turned the Venetian blinds so that she had more light to look, while not letting his neighbors look at her.
“Hmmmm…”
He had a lot of pictures and posters on his walls. Many of them were of places he’d been. Parks, for instance: Grand Teton, Rocky Mountain, Zion, Acadia. (Oh, and Fenway.) He had up a map of the National Parks/National Forest system, with pins in it, and some un-pinned places circled: Chaco, Isle Royale, Sequoia, Crater Lake. He also had up a picture of the Milky Way galaxy with a similar pin in it.
But then there were the other pictures. Women in bikinis. Women in crop tops and cutoffs. Women in nothing at all, though everything was covered—if only just. Women draped over cars, over motorcycles, over boats, over each other. Seventeen women, all told, in fifteen pictures, and each and every one of them had more boobs and butt than she did—and less body fat.
Tam stepped back into the room. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” he asked.
She was tempted to avoid the issue, say she was looking at his map—but communication was key. “Um… all the cleavage.”
“Ah.” He gave her a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I haven’t redecorated lately.”
“I mean—I guess you like this kind of stuff?”
He cast an appraising eye around his room. “Well, that over there is Eliza Dushku. Any red-blooded Boston boy has to have a poster of her up in his room. And that’s Meagan Fox: extreme sentimental value in that poster, she caught me at an impressionable age. But to be honest, I haven’t even looked at any of those lately. I’ve spent a little more time over here.” He directed her to the pictures over his bed.
Picture after picture from Camp Bristow. Most of them with the campers, many of them involving gorgeous scenery. But front and center were three pictures of her. One on top of a mountain. One of her with her guitar. And one of the two of them.
“I remember that one!” she said, jumping onto the bed on her knees to tap the mountain pic. “I was so mad at you for taking my picture when I was hottest and sweatiest.”
“But you still smiled. And you were still gorgeous.”
“This one with the guitar—when was that? Wait—is that Little Lyn? Was that the first time I played?”
“Oh yeah. I had to be sneaky about taking that one. But I couldn’t pass it up.”
“And this one of both of us…”
“You’ll never guess who took that.”
“I really can’t.”
“Julia Bristow. It was our last night with the kids. And she was going around taking publicity photos, and saw us in the sunset light, and just had to take one, and sent it to me.”
“Oh my god. She was so nice. That’s an incredible picture.”
“Yep.”
She swung around. He was still standing at the edge of the bed. She stretched out her hands to him, pulled him on, pulled him down.
“One sec,” he muttered, grabbing his phone again.
“Hmm?”
“Just setting an alarm for when we have to go pick up the pizza. So when I go back to kissing you, I won’t have to watch the clock, and I can give you my full attention…”
This guy.
And indeed, they made out until his phone beeped.
This meant they had to put clothes back on. Bree felt a tad gross putting on clean clothes when she hadn’t showered in days, but putting on her old clothes would have been grosser (not even counting the wet panties). So: a clean, bright-colored bra; a tank top over it; panties that almost matched; shorts; sandals. It was Boston in the summer: well over 80* and humid. (*that’s “well over 26” to the rest of the world) Not “New Mexico in the summer” hot, no, but the humidity was killer.
They walked to the pizza place hand in hand, Bree pulling Tam along a bit and her stomach pulling her along. But it wasn’t far, as he’d said. Tam paid cash and they headed back. Bree snuck a slice as soon as they were out of the store. Not the best pizza ever, but she was hungry enough she didn’t care.
Back at the apartment they took the box right back to Tam’s room and sat back down on the bed to eat and cuddle at the same time.
“Thanks for dinner, sweetie,” Bree said through a mouthful of her third slice.
“You’re welcome, of course.”
“I didn’t eat much on the bus,” she said, explaining her appetite.
“You don’t need to explain yourself, y’know,” he said. “You can eat however much you need to eat. Girls can eat however much they need to eat.”
Oh. Em. GEE. This guy. Read my mind, better than I read it myself, and then just goes all supportive on me. A surge of affection rushed through her. Followed by a surge of attraction. She wanted him so bad. And I don’t have to wait any more. (But she finished her slice first.)
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Hmm?”
She took his hand—the one without pizza in it—and held it to her breast. Not between her boobs, but directly on the left one. His hand on my heart. And my boob. “I want you,” she said softly. “Right now. Is that okay?”
He set down his half-eaten slice, turned to her, kissed her. Let his fingers trail down her cheek to her neck, as he kissed her again. “Absolutely,” he said, when the kiss broke for a moment. “More than okay.”
They lay down, to get rid of that height difference. And it was all kissing for starters. But: he kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, her shoulders, lips again, down her arm to her hand. Their hands slid under each other’s shirts, and before long they sat up again to get the shirts off, and her bra. Then he could kiss a lot more of her, and she more of him.
“I seem to remember,” he whispered, in between, “that these are pretty sensitive.” And he bent to her breasts.
“Uh-huh,” she responded. Or maybe she didn’t—maybe she just sighed in bliss—but she arched her back to get closer to his caressing mouth. The direct line between her breasts and her labia did its work. Instantly wet.
But Tam seemed to be in no hurry to get down there. He spent a long time on those breasts—kissing one, stroking the other—right on her hardening nipples, around her aurolae (very dark against her pale skin, as the blood rushed in), down beneath to where breast met rib. And it all felt so good. Almost overpoweringly good.
“How’s that?” he asked.
All she could do for a moment was moan. Finally she gasped out, “Uh—it’s all so amazing, but…”
“Hmm?”
“It’s almost too much.”
“That’s pretty common, first time having sex in a long while,” he said.
“It hasn’t been that long since we did it on the mountain.”
“Ah, but this is better. No rush. That bed I promised you. And so we can take our time. But if you want me to move on…” His lips trailed down her belly.
But he still didn’t go straight for the end zone. He spent some time on her hips and her navel. She hadn’t expected her hips to be a sensitive spot, but it felt nice.
Suddenly she realized she’d been all receiving, not giving. “I’m just lying here. What would you like?” she asked.
“Mmm, I really don’t mind being the active one right now,” he said, “but any skin contact is good. Once we get the rest of our clothes off I’ll show you what else you can do. But that might take a while. Like I said, we can take our time.”
“Do you want me to take my shorts off?”
“It does seem about that time.”
“Underwear too?”
“That can wait a minute.”
He worked his way up her bare legs, still kissing and caressing. She momentarily worried what would happen when he got to some of her ticklish spots. But to Bree’s amazement, her ticklishness seemed overwhelmed by the sexiness. Context is everything, I guess!
First he kissed her butt, which she wasn’t expecting. And then he nuzzled the crotch of her panties with his nose. “That can’t smell great,” she whispered.
“Hush. That’s not what the nose is for, right now.”
“Then what—oh.”
“I’m guessing I found the right spot.”
“God, yes.”
After a few moments of that it once again felt all too intense. She couldn’t take the overwhelming sensation (and the overwhelming emotion). But rather than tell him to stop—since she didn’t really want that either—she redirected. “Time for underwear off now? For both of us?”
“However you like.”
She grinned, recognizing their secret code. “Can I take your clothes off?”
“Of course.”
She sat up. It was a nice break from the amazing-but-overwhelming sensations, and besides, now she got to touch him. Shorts first, then boxer briefs. His erection wasn’t rock-hard yet—but that began to change as she touched him. She remembered her lesson from the mountain meadow and kept her caresses light.
“So,” he said, “now that we’re in a proper bed and with all the right equipment, let me show you something that can help with that. Because now we have lube.” He reached for the bedside table, but kept looking at her. After some blind one-handed fumbling in the drawer, he shifted his position. “That line would have been a lot more dramatic if I’d been able to grab it right away,” he muttered.
“Well, if we need lube…” she said.
“Oh, hey. Where did you find—?” He glanced back at her.
“Right here,” she said, pointing to her groin. “I mean, I’m so wet right now. Why not share?”
He chuckled. But she also felt his pulse rate shoot up. “Something about that just seems…”
“Sexy?”
“Right.” He cupped her hand. “Doesn’t seem to last quite as long as the commercial stuff, though.”
“I have more.”
“Yes please.”
She dipped into herself and started stroking again.
“So now that you’ve doing DIY lubing,” he said, “you can grip me a little tighter than that.”
“How tight… oh wow. That seems really a lot.”
“Well, that’s about as much as I can take. And not for long. Either it’ll start chafing or I’ll start coming. Don’t want either of that.”
“Not even the second one?”
“Not yet. So, if you ease up a bit…”
She did so.
He sighed with pleasure—but he didn’t forget her. He nudged her close alongside him, and a moment later she saw why: he reached down to finger her, just as she was fingering him. He found that wetness, as she’d mentioned, but then slid up—so slowly—until she gasped.
“Have to find it all over again every time,” he said, “but luckily it doesn’t get far.”
They caressed each other for a long minute. Then his fingers slid into her. She instinctively squeezed her fist in reaction, and of course that meant she squeezed him. He gasped and grinned, all at once.
It felt so good. So good. But also… off.
Maybe I just need to go for the real deal.
“Tam?”
“Mm?”
She leaned close to whisper. “I want you in me.”
“You’re all ready?”
“Yes.”
“For this we’ll need real lube. I mean, store-bought. Yours is real.” He turned away, and as soon as he could actually look in his drawer properly he found what he wanted. “We also need these.” Condoms.
He expertly tore open one of the wrappers. Then he said, “How about you do the honors?”
“Um, what do I need to do?”
“Never done this before? Oooh, sex ed time.”
“I mean, I’ve seen it done. …On a banana. …On YouTube.”
He laughed. “Lube first. Especially on my tip. That’s where I’m most sensitive, you know.”
“Oh! I didn’t.”
“Lots of sex ed! Awesome. Next, pinch the tip of the condom. You want to leave some room.”
“How come?”
He chuckled again. “How come? Because of the cum, lover. It needs a place to go. Never works perfectly, but still.”
“Okay, I get it. I think.”
“You’ll get a much better visual aid soon—okay, yeah, that’s good. Now just unroll it down over me.”
She did.
“A little more lube over it all…”
She did this, too—and added a few strokes, of her own initiative.
“Perfect,” he said. “Now.”
He laid her back, gently. Bent down to kiss her. Felt her with his fingers. And—slid in.
Oh yeah, that feels nice.
He moved in her, slowly, gently. “How’s that feel?” he asked.
“It’s nice.”
He was at a perfect height to kiss her breasts again. That was nice, too. All nice.
He kept his thrusts even and slow. Patient, tender. It seemed to be working quite well for him—and then she realized she didn’t have to guess. “How’s that feel for you?”
“Bree,” he whispered, “you feel amazing to me. I wanna savor this. I wanna remember this moment a long, long time.”
It was all so nice. It felt so right, having her lover in her, seeing him move above her…
She wasn’t getting that much more turned on, though.
“Still okay?” he asked.
“It feels good. But… shouldn’t it feel great?”
“It’s feeling great to me,” he said—and stopped thrusting.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing for me. But I want it to feel great for you too.”
He was starting to pull out of her! She wrapped her legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned down at her. “If that’s what you really want. We could shift position, though…”
“Don’t stop.”
He began his thrusting again. “How’s that?”
“Better. This is a better angle.” And it was. But it wasn’t brilliantly better.
After another few moments, Tam stopped again.
“Still wrong?”
“If it’s not feeling great for you, I want to try something different.”
“But Tam—this is, like, special. It’s our first fuck.”
“And to be honest, the first time is usually like this—awkward. Not magic.” He kissed her. “I’m having a wonderful time, hon. But it’s totally fine to take a break, switch things up, whatever we need to do.”
She felt bad and grateful all at once. “Okay. Just a quick break, though. I wanna make you come so hard.”
“And you will,” he said, and pulled out of her. “But in my experience, the best fucks don’t happen when we’re trying to make them happen. They happen when we’re enjoying whatever we’re doing, just having fun. Still hungry?” he added.
“I could eat more, yeah.”
“Then by all means help yourself.”
As they ate more pizza, still naked, Tam stroked her hair. “You are so lovely,” he said.
She smiled, slightly wanly.
“Don’t give me that look,” he said. “Either you’re upset because you didn’t ‘get sex right’ the very first time—which never happens, by the way—or you’re upset because you don’t feel lovely.”
“Um. Not upset. Just… it’s weird, yeah? It’s all weird. It feels good but not great.”
“Oh, yeah, there’s always that side of things, too. Having someone else touch us in the ways we’ve been touching ourselves feels better in some ways and worse in others. Better, because the nerves go nuts for skin to skin contact. But worse, because the other person isn’t doing what we do all the time to ourselves. It’s just unfamiliarity.”
“Like the picture thing!”
“Huh?”
“We never like pictures of ourselves because they aren’t mirrored. We’re always used to seeing ourselves in a mirror. So the pictures never look quite right.”
“Oh, yeah! Exactly!”
“So how do we get over that?”
“Well—how do you get familiar with anything? You do it a lot.”
She grinned. “Sounds good to me. Now?”
“You want to?”
“Yes please.”
“This time,” he said, “maybe it’ll go better if you’re the one on top. I’ve noticed sex is better for me when I’m the one doing the moving.”
“Then you should be on top again. So it’s better for you.”
“Oh, lover, it doesn’t have to be perfect for me, you’ll do just fine. Instead, just focus on making yourself feel good. Touch yourself. Don’t worry about me,” he added. “I’ll be along for the ride.”
She finished her slice. “Hope you don’t mind pizza-breath kisses,” she said.
“Not when they come from you.”
They played with each other for a while, caressing, toying, teasing. Tam’s compact little body felt so good under her hands. She felt gawky, awkward, huge next to him. But he was obviously loving every minute of it. She could see it in his eyes. And even if she couldn’t, there was another part of him that was impossible to miss which showed pretty much the same thing.
He surprised her when he went for a second condom. “Can’t we use the first one? You didn’t, um, ejaculate.”
“Never use a condom twice,” he said, “unless you want to tear it.”
“Which we really don’t.”
“Nope.”
She stroked his length to make sure he was entirely ready—and then asked outright, which seemed smarter.
“I’m ready if you are,” he said.
“I think so.”
“Let me make extra-sure,” he said, and kissed her nipples while testing her wetness with his fingers. She moaned at the combination.
“Yeah, you seem just fine!” he said, grinning, and lay back.
She swung one of her long legs over him, trying not to feel like a giant. She positioned herself—slid down onto him—
Tried to slide down onto him—
“Just use your fingers,” he suggested.
She blushed, and guided him in. That felt good, in a way that didn’t have much to do with him being in her. It felt powerful. Like choosing him. Obviously she’d chosen him already, but somehow it felt deliberate. In fact, being on top felt powerful, too. As long as she didn’t crush him. Somehow it felt like she’d reinforced the height difference…
He’d been watching. “Better?”
She’d been distracted by the emotions. She gave a tentative thrust. “Am I squishing you?”
“Only in the absolute best way possible,” he said. “You feel great. How do I feel for you?”
She adjusted the angle a little, leaning forward a bit, and—“Oh. Oh, yeah. That’s it right there.”
She’d thought his grin couldn’t get any bigger, but obviously she’d been wrong. “I agree,” he said. “Only one thing I’d add—” and he steered her hand down to her own crotch. “One of the good parts of this position: ease of access.” With her hand in place, he let his own slide to her hips.
She found she could rub her clit against her own hand as she thrust. Well, her outer clit; he was pressing on the inner parts. This was working. Working really well! She started thrusting more enthusiastically.
He laughed. It was a delighted, generous laugh. “You look so happy,” he said—a little breathless between the humor and the fact that she was making his heart race. “Keep going, love, keep going!”
And so she did. Every now and then she had to shift a little, or reach for a little more lube, but it was a good angle. A very good angle. “Oh, my fucking god…”
“A really appropriate way of putting it,” he said. “But maybe—goddess? ‘Cause that’s what you seem like to me.”
She laughed. She had to laugh. It felt so right. Just right. To be with the right man, to be trying things out until they found what clicked, no fumbling and blundering and feeling ashamed at mistakes. “I’m not afraid,” she gasped, surprised. “Not afraid.”
He nodded. “I get it. Go on now. No reason to hold back. I’m right here.”
“I know… Thank you…”
She had to close her eyes. Had to go a little faster. Push a little harder. Tam, Tam, Tam, she thought—and then said it out loud, so he knew he was the only thing on her mind.
“Yeah,” he whispered, understanding. He couldn’t reach her lips with his own, so he kissed what he could reach. Which was very effective. The twisting, writhing tension that had built up in her was screaming for release. And yet all it seemed to do was build.
“Oh god, Tam… oh god…”
“Go on. Go on and let go.”
It was like a cord snapping—if that cord could set off fireworks.
When she could see again, she realized she was gasping for breath, shaking—but supporting herself on her arms, so she wouldn’t fall on Tam beneath her.
“Good?” he asked, grinning lazily, running his hands up her sides from her hips to her breasts and back again. She shook again at his touch.
“Yeah,” she managed. “Yeah. Really good.”
“I hoped this would work better for you than me on top,” he said. “And it looked like you got out of your head a bit more, too.”
“Definitely,” she said, still shaking. Her arms were getting tired, and he noticed.
“You don’t have to stay there,” he said.
“Did you come?”
“Oh yeah, somewhere along the line.”
“I didn’t notice—”
“You were a little busy at the time. All good. But we should probably clean up.”
“I just wanna lie down next to you.”
“Good idea. But go pee first. I’ve gotta clean up here anyway.”
“I don’t really need to pee.”
“Do it anyway. Anything you can squeeze out. You don’t want to get a UTI, and that’s the way to keep it from happening.”
“I’m fine…”
“One of my exes got a UTI. Running to the bathroom every half an hour? Not fun. Especially not if you’re going to be riding Greyhound at the time!”
“All right. Does that mean I have to put my clothes on?”
“Nobody else in the apartment. Your call.”
“All right,” she said. The shaking was slowing, but she was still a little unsteady on her legs as she got to her feet. Despite Tam’s reassurance, she still poked her head out of the door first, before walking down the hall.
In the bathroom, she stared at the filthy toilet again. Still not something she wanted to sit on. Besides, even though the condom had caught all of Tam’s cum, she still wanted to wash off a bit.
The sink was freestanding, just a bowl on a pillar without a countertop around it. I’ll bet I can straddle that.
It was much less pleasant than straddling Tam, but she could wash off and, yes, “squeeze out” a little pee. The sink didn’t feel entirely stable, though.
As she got down and turned off the tap, she heard the front door of the apartment close. She was suddenly acutely conscious that she was stark naked. She poked her head out again, keeping the door closed as much as she could. “Tam?”
“Oh, hey. You must be Bree.”
She was facing a young man about Tam’s age, dark-haired and dark-faced. African-American? Asian? She couldn’t place his ethnicity. But that was nothing next to the fact that she was naked…
He held out his hand. “DeMarcus Duong.”
“Um—Bree.” She reached out and shook. She could still be polite, after all. “Sorry, I’m not, um—dressed.”
“Yeah, I figured,” he said, with a look. Knowing and tolerant and admiring. Frankly admiring. She was reasonably sure that he couldn’t actually see much, but just knowing that she was bare-assed was clearly amusing him. Amusing and arousing?
Tam came out of his room—he’s apparently dressed in a hurry, for he hadn’t noticed his shirt was inside out—with Bree’s clothes in hand. “Hey Marc,” he said, flushing. “Sorry, my fault, I told her we were alone.”
“Not a problem,” DeMarcus said—so incredibly smoothly that Bree had no choice but to blush. “Are you hungry?”
“We got pizza,” Tam said, passing the clothes to Bree. She mouthed her thanks to him and pulled her arm back into the bathroom, subtly nudging the door a bit further closed. Somehow she was too polite to simply close the door in DeMarcus’ face.
Tam hadn’t grabbed any underwear at all, she noticed. Neither panties nor bra. Well, he had been hurrying. She pulled the shorts on and got the t-shirt over her head. My nips are gonna harden, I just know it—yup, there they go. Now she had to face Tam’s roommate with her breasts poking halfway through her shirt. And somehow she had a suspicion that he’d definitely notice. If she crossed her arms, though, it would just be even more obvious. Well, she couldn’t send Tam back for more clothing. She stepped out into the hall.
DeMarcus was clearly not about to mention the fact that he’d come within minutes of walking in on them having rather loud sex, or that he’d caught Bree stark naked in his bathroom. The fact that he wasn’t mentioning it just made his silence on the subject obvious. The fact that his eyes had raked over every inch of Bree’s body—quite quickly and exactly once, but missing nothing at all—just made it plainer. Bree began to feel like her blush was permanent, and she felt intensely self-conscious. She wanted to run. But she held herself firm. I’m GGG, she told herself. I have sex. Just did, in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of.
“Good trip?” DeMarcus inquired politely.
She shrugged. “Greyhound is what it is.”
“That’s for sure,” he said with a grin. “Well, welcome to the apartment. I’ll be in and out—oh, and Lisa’s staying over tomorrow, so it’ll be four of us.”
“Lisa?”
“My sweetie,” he said. “We could get food or something. But I’m sorry, I’m keeping you standing in the hallway. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
He really was smooth.
“It’s all good, man,” Tam said reassuringly “Want any pizza? We have a couple slices left.”
“Don’t mind if I do. But then I’ll get out of your way. You two have to make up for lost time, I imagine.”
Smooth, and far too knowing.
But with DeMarcus sent off with pizza in hand, Tam and Bree fell back onto the bed, and clothes came back off quickly. No sex, just cuddling.
“Sorry about that,” Tam said. “That was awkward. And I wanted you to really experience afterglow, too.”
“Hmm?”
“The time right after sex can be downright magical. Sometimes better than the sex itself. But not when it gets interrupted in the middle like that.”
“It’s all right,” Bree said—although she felt it would take a while before she felt entirely comfortable around DeMarcus. “We’ll have a lot more chances.”
“That’s definitely true.” |
A little delayed, sorry! But it's my busy time of year.
Heads up, this is as close as I'll ever get to poop desperation.
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The next morning Bree woke up and realized she had a problem.
She didn’t have to pee badly—which probably meant she was a little dehydrated—but she’d soon have to do more than just pee, and this wasn’t something the sink could help her with.
She went into the bathroom…
She looked at the toilet…
She hunted through the bathroom and the kitchen for cleaning supplies…
She hunted through Google Maps…
…And she set out for the drug store she’d found a few blocks away, leaving a note for Tam on her pillow.
She hadn’t brought a lot of cash. But her father had insisted she get a credit card—one with quite a low limit, admittedly. And so she rang up rubber gloves, a scrub brush, scouring soap, and bleach.
By the time she was finished at the drug store, she definitely felt she needed to pee. She could also tell that it wasn’t so much from a full bladder as it was from limited space. Fortunately it was a short walk back to the apartment. And fortunately she’d thought to grab Tam’s keys. It took a bit to find the right one, but she managed. Tam was still asleep; DeMarcus’s door was still closed. She went into the bathroom and attacked the toilet.
It was the right word. She really had to scrub hard to scrape off even just the top layer of the grime and gunk of who-knows-how-long. Every now and then she had to flush just to see what was left to scrub off, and the flushing sound was getting increasingly hard on her. It turned out it was hard to cross her legs while also kneeling on the bathroom floor. She switched to sitting on her heel.
After several passes, she felt she’d made a big improvement cosmetically. But it was hardly clean. She dumped in a lot of bleach and scrubbed again, seat and bowl and tank and all. Finally she stood back, satisfied with her work. The trouble was that now she had to wait ten minutes before the bleach had really done its work.
She decided to scrub the bathtub while she was waiting. The trouble was that she kept looking at her phone to see if it had been ten minutes yet. And time was apparently creeping.
Since Bree had met Tam, she’d been involuntarily desperate because of a camper meltdown, a rainstorm, and public transportation. This is the most ridiculous yet. I’ve got a toilet right here and I’m still not using it…
Before too long she had to abandon the pretense of cleaning the tub. She stood leaning against the wall, staring at the toilet, legs double-knotted, gritting her teeth. She had to go so bad. And the toilet was right there. Am I being an idiot? No, I know exactly how much crap—literal crap—I got off that toilet.
She could hold her own crap—butt muscles being better reinforcement for that sphincter than pelvic muscles were for the other one. But the need to pee was skyrocketing.
I’m gonna wait as long as possible. The full ten minutes at least. Fifteen if I can.
She couldn’t. In fact she couldn’t even make it to nine.
A few minutes later, much relieved in two senses but still irrationally worried she might have caught something from the now-sparkling toilet, she slipped back into Tam’s room. She was grateful she’d thought of the gloves; her hands would have been rubbed raw, and reeking of chlorine, if she hadn’t been wearing them. But instead she could snuggle up to Tam without waking him unpleasantly.
By the time Tam finally woke up, Bree had another problem: she was quite hungry. She squelched this.
Tam rolled over and kissed her. “Hey. You’re still here.”
“Of course I am,” she said.
“I dreamed you were gone and I couldn’t find you.” He sighed. “Nightmare. Glad it’s not true!”
“Oh, honey!” She cuddled him extra-hard.
The cuddling quickly turned into making out, and a little fondling as well, and Tam whispered, “Do you wanna do it again?”
“If we’re doing it,” she said triumphantly, “you really should be able to say it.”
He grinned. “Oh, you’re going there, huh? Well, in that case: wanna fuck?”
“Mmm, not sure,” she said. “What you’re doing feels nice.” Really what she wanted was breakfast. But sex would be nice too.
“Well, I could definitely be talked into fucking,” Tam said, “but if you’re not sure, I kinda gotta pee.”
“And I’m kinda hungry.”
“I think we’re talking ourselves out of it.”
“Mmmmm, but what you’re doing does feel nice.”
“I can keep going, then,” he said. “For a little while.”
She returned the favor. He hardened under her hand, but she kept her strokes gentle and slow. Eventually, however, he had to say, “So now I really do need to pee,. So either you should stop touching me entirely, or go faster.”
“Oh, come on,” Bree said. “You can hold it. I can hold it a lot longer than that.”
He chuckled. “Yes, that does seem to be true. But right when I’m waking up…? But it’s your decision. Stop now or go farther.”
“Why is it my decision? It’s your body.”
“It is. But I’m letting my lover decide.”
“Which would you rather?”
“Stop for now,” he said with a sigh. “I could maybe do three times a day, but I’d rather pace myself a little…”
“Three?”
He grinned. “We did say something about practicing.” But he got up and went to the bathroom.
When he came back he had a puzzled look on his face. “Bree, did you clean that toilet?”
“Um—yeah.”
“That’s… I thought it was just permanently stained. I’ve never seen it that clean! Holy shit!”
She snickered.
“All right, poor choice of words,” he said, rolling his eyes. But then he got more serious. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“I kinda did,” she said. “I just couldn’t bear to put my butt down on that thing until I’d sterilized it.”
He nodded reluctant acceptance—and then said, “Wait. You’ve gone to the bathroom a bunch.”
“Mostly I used the sink. But that wasn’t an option this morning.”
This time he shook his head. “Damn. God damn. I’ve tried to clean that thing, and it never worked…”
“Just had to give it some elbow grease,” she said, miming a scrubbing operation.
“Uh-huh,” he said. And somehow she felt like she’d embarrassed him somehow.
“How about breakfast?” she asked, to change the subject.
“Ooh, good idea. We’ve got some options…”
Turns out everything he had in mind was eating out. She was getting hungry enough, and he’d slept long enough, that a big brunch made sense, so she went along with it. It took a little time, though, between deciding on a place, then walking there, then waiting for the food. Then it was her turn to be embarrassed, when he remarked on how hungry she seemed.
“Well, I woke up a while ago,” she said. “You were asleep for a long time…”
“Didn’t we agree that you should eat when you want to eat?” he said.
“I wanted to wait and eat with you!”
“Well, fair warning: when I’m not working or at school, I sleep pretty late. But also, don’t put off your needs for me! Don’t schedule yourself around me! Girls are always putting themselves second to guys. Fight the socialization, love!”
She laughed, but felt a little awkward. To cover it up she saw a chance to be a little GGG again, and she took it. “Don’t put off my needs, huh? Welllll, what if I want to? Waiting on a certain something can end up feeling pretty good for both of us, no?”
“Fair enough, fair enough—but we should still talk that out in advance. Mutual agreement for putting off that particular need.”
Having eaten, Tam pointed out that they now had the whole day and could go exploring. After a quick stopover at home to brush teeth, they went off and did exactly that.
It turned out they had very different tastes in what to go check out, which led to a little give and take on the subway as they sorted out where to go. They also had different tastes in art, but that had led to some interesting discussions. After a few hours they circled back to the apartment, and found they had company.
As DeMarcus had said, Lisa was coming over. Lisa was a petite Vietnamese-American girl who was anything but meek and mild. She had forceful opinions on a wide variety of subjects that threw Bree into a spiral of confusion. Bree had never been more aware that she was from a small-ish city in Wisconsin; Lisa had lived in Vietnam and France as well as Boston, and drew on her wide-ranging experience to show Bree how much more she, Lisa, knew.
But on a few things they bonded. Lisa was in full rebellion against a traditionalist family (although ironically it was her brothers, not her parents, who were the main problem in Lisa’s mind), and although Bree wasn’t about to flip off her family and leave as Lisa had, she did feel some kinship as Lisa described finding her own way—especially romantically. Bree got the distinct impression that Lisa had picked DeMarcus for his “taboo” half-Blackness as much as anything else. But they clearly got along well. Quite well.
Lisa was also quite appreciative of Bree in one way: her cleaning efforts that morning.
“Oh, girl, I am so glad you did that,” Lisa said. “There have been days I went back to my place just because I didn’t want to use that bathroom!”
“Wait,” DeMarcus said. “So sometimes when you said you had ‘girl stuff’ you needed to do, you just didn’t like my cleaning?”
“Well, yeah, honey,” Lisa said. (“Honey” sounded a bit more sour than sweet on her lips.) “Bree just bailed you out, but think about all the sex you could miss out on if you don’t keep it clean.”
DeMarcus laughed. He did have an excellently rich laugh. “Understood.”
A while after this, Lisa stepped into DeMarcus’ room and changed into her yoga gear. But she did her poses in the main room. Bree watched, amazed, as Lisa did some remarkable things with her body. But the amazement was mixed. Lisa looked like every straight man’s dream: small and sexy and super-flexible. And she was wearing skintight clothing. And no bra.
After a while Bree started cooking so she’d stop staring, and perhaps as a way of proving herself. But even there Lisa intruded a bit. While she was appreciative of Bree cooking for everyone, she found Bree’s style a little bland and wasn’t shy about mentioning it. (Her bluntness in her Boston accent did dispel the “submissive Asian girlfriend” stereotype pretty ably, though. Later Bree realized that this was entirely deliberate.) To Bree’s discomfort, Lisa’s suggestions about possible additions really made it all taste a lot better. The guys, at least, were straightforward in their gratitude.
Not long after the food was eaten or stashed for tomorrow, and after the guys had pitched in with the clean-up, Lisa drew DeMarcus into his room and closed the door.
“Um,” Tam said, “we should probably go to my room.”
“Why?”
“They do get a little loud.”
Even in Tam’s room with the door closed, both DeMarcus and Lisa were quite audible. Lisa in particular. (Later, Bree realized that this was probably quite deliberate, too.)
All in all, it hadn’t been quite the day Bree had hoped for, and when Tam began kissing her ardently, to her own surprise she felt reluctant to respond. Still, she’d felt disconnected from Tam all day, and what could be more connecting than sex? So she decided to get him off, even if she wasn’t feeling excited herself.
The trouble was, Tam wanted to try out some new things for her sake. He wanted to see how her body responded to certain positions. So Bree’s efforts at focusing on him somehow ended up with her bent over on the bed with Tam fucking her from behind.
The annoying thing was, she could feel that the position was actually pretty good—it was a nice angle in her, and it allowed Tam to reach around and feel her clit. Everything was going quite well mechanically, and when she could turn off her thinking for a few moments it all felt great.
But Bree felt extremely uncomfortable. She tried to focus on the feeling—the quite real pleasure he was giving her—but the timing, the position, and frankly all of Tam’s bikini posters, all added up to make her feel… off.
Tam had kept asking “Does that feel good?” and she’d been able to answer honestly that it did, because it had. But then he asked, “How you doing, love?” and she just about burst out into tears.
To his everlasting credit, Tam didn’t just stop thrusting but pulled out of her—gently—and immediately dropped down to the bed beside her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
It took a moment or two for her to speak, because she had to sort the tangle of emotions. At first all she could say was that Lisa was bothering her. She’d meant to imply Lisa’s opinionated attitude, but Tam said, “Oh! Are you feeling like we’re trying to compete?”
“That’s it exactly,” Bree said—and felt that surge of connection to her lover she’d been missing all day. He gets me. He really does.
Tam ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Shit. I should have thought—they start getting it on, and I start feeling you up…”
“And, well, Lisa was kind of showing off all afternoon.”
“Oh, you mean the yoga?”
“And the yoga clothes. Sort of both of those together.”
Tam blushed. “Yeah. She’s like that.”
“Do you think she’s hot?”
“Um. Yeah. She’s very attractive. I used to get jealous of Marcus all the time.”
“Used to?”
“It’s like those posters,” Tam said, gesturing to the dozens of airbrushed curves in easy view from his bed. “All of that was freakin’ hot once. In the abstract it’s still sexy. But honestly—none of it really does anything for me any more. Why would I want them, or Lisa, if I could have you?”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re real.”
“So if they were real—if you could get with them—”
“Oh, whoops, bad phrasing. No, no way. I mean, nothing you see here is real. I’m not talking breast implants, I’m talking airbrushing, photographer’s tricks, the works. I mean, have those women eaten anything? Ever? Those pictures are supposed to make me dream. But that’s all they could be, dreams. Two-dimensional. You’re a real person. You eat, you fart, you piss, you sweat. You have hopes and fears and smart thoughts and you can wrangle pre-teens and climb mountains and longboard and cook and make me feel so cared for. They… can look pretty. There’s just no comparison.”
“So you’re saying that if even you had the chance—”
“Not unless they can get pre-teen girls to come out of their shells.”
“Even those two? Both of them? Threesomes are supposed to be a dude’s biggest turn-on.”
“Both at once? Not unless they can longboard.”
He finally got to her: she laughed. “And Lisa?”
“Lisa comes on strong. I should have warned you. She’s a lot more mellow after she gets to know you—or more accurately after you get to know her. She doesn’t want anyone, for a tiny instant, to think she’s a pushover. I mean, think about it. She’s the embodiment of certain stereotypes—until she opens her mouth. So she does that a lot. Especially around white folks.”
“Oh! Oohhhh…”
“Frankly—well, no. I shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions. So let’s just say that this is a possibility, not a fact. But there’s a real possibility that she feels threatened by you. That she’s making it really clear that DeMarcus is hers.”
“Oh wow. Tam, you are blowing my mind.”
“Well, that was the general idea. I was planning on doing it differently, but…”
She giggled. “Let’s come back to that.”
“So, take a breather?”
“I want… I want to go for a walk. Just move my feet.”
“There’s a park not far away.”
“Perfect!”
They got dressed quickly and headed out.
It turned out that a short walk—getting outside and under trees—was exactly what Bree needed. She felt better as soon as they started moving. The trees completed the cure. There was no pretending they weren’t in a city. But it felt so, so much better. Bree actually hugged one of the trees.
When she opened her eyes, and saw Tam watching her, she felt embarrassed—for about a second. Then she saw the light in his eyes. “There you are,” he breathed.
She swept him up in her arms and kissed him. “Here I am,” she whispered back.
“Don’t know what I was thinking, bringing you here,” he said into her shoulder.
“What? This place is lovely!”
“I didn’t mean the park. I meant the city. You’re so not a city girl.”
“I’m not,” she admitted. “But I can’t—we can’t—live in the woods forever. So I’ve got to learn to be okay with cities, too.”
“True. But we need to get out into the woods more, you and I.”
“I approve.”
“Maybe a long hiking trip?”
“I definitely approve. But I will grant Boston this much.”
“Hmm?”
“One, even if it’s not the most comfortable, it beats the heck out of having you stay at my house. Trying to have sex with my parents around…?”
“Hah. That sounds bad, yeah.”
“And two, the trees are great. Hikes are great. But you did promise me a bed!”
“Which we just ran away from!”
“Well, maybe we should run back, huh?”
“This wasn’t a super-long walk.”
“Yeah. But I’m hugging you against my chest. And I’ve got no bra on. You’re rubbing my nipples.”
Tam snaked a hand up behind her—under her shirt—to feel for himself. His fingers on her bare back… Yes please. Then she thought better of it and said it aloud. “Yes please.”
“Yes please to what?”
“To you touching me. All over.”
“Here? Now?”
She let him down—and in the process steered his hands to her butt. “No clothes coming off. Not yet, anyway. But—yes to you touching.”
He caressed her tenderly, over her clothes, until she grabbed his hand and walked quickly back towards the house.
And before long they were back in the exact same position (it really had been good!), with her bent over and him in her from behind—but this time she was biting a pillow to keep from crying out.
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It was while they showered together afterwards—showering together for the first time since that so-memorable night in camp during the monsoon. (The tub scrubbing, which Bree had been forced to abandon earlier that day, had been finished by a team effort before dinner.) As the hot water cascaded down onto their bodies, Bree had felt a sudden urge that couldn’t be delayed or denied, and dropped into a squat. She sighed with pleasure as she added her own hot water.
When she looked up at Tam, she noticed that he was getting a little hard again, even though he’d definitely come in her not so long before. She grinned up at him. “Still interested in this?” she asked.
“Apparently I am,” he said.
“So what I want to do tomorrow,” she said, standing up again, “is do more walking. Especially in parks. That’s been part of my problem, I haven’t been getting enough exercise.”
“Well, we’ve been getting some,” he said, suggestively.
“What we were just doing definitely counts, but it’s not enough,” she said, grinning. “But the other thing I want to do, if you’re willing, is try something new on this other side, too. You know holding it turns me on.”
“Yup.”
“And having you in me turns me on…”
“And a good thing, too.”
“So tomorrow I want to try both at once. Sex while I’m holding.”
“This sounds like an excellent plan.”
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More coming, quite possibly later today. |
Bree woke up feeling pleasantly full: heart full of love for her boyfriend; arms full of that boyfriend; bladder full of pee. She simply enjoyed the sensations for a while, drifting on the edge of consciousness. But when she felt Tam begin to stir—both in terms of waking up and in terms of hardening—she took matters into her own hands. And her mouth.
When Tam came fully awake, Bree was gently kissing his hard-on in between strokes of her hand. For lube she was using her own juices, because her other hand was hard at work between her legs.
“Mmmmm.”
“Good morning,” Bree said, looking up at him. “Is this okay? You never really taught me how to do this.”
“The reason I haven’t,” he said sleepily, “is that we really shouldn’t be doing oral without protection…”
“Oh, no! I’m sorry!”
“Too late now,” Tam said. “And honestly, we’ve been kissing each other so much, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m still sorry. I forgot…”
“Well, since it’s too late—want me to teach you?”
“Yeah! But if it’s okay with you, I don’t want make you come this way. I had someplace else in mind for that.”
“Oh yeah?”
She came up to kiss him on the cheek, and then whisper in his ear: “I gotta pee. And I want you in me.”
Tam groaned. “Oh, Bree, love—I’m sorry, I thought of a problem with that, too.”
“Huh? What problem?”
“So apparently the way girls get UTIs from vaginal sex is that the guys’, um, cocks stir up the bacteria in the girls’ pee. It’s why I keep telling you, you’ve got to pee right after sex.”
“Right…”
“So if you’ve got a lot of pee, that could be a lot of bacteria.”
Bree groaned too. “Oh, no! Tam, I really want to find a way to do this.” She whispered in his ear again. “It feels so good right now already…”
“Sounds like, hon. But I really don’t want to make you sick. I’m told UTIs are the worst.”
“Wait, I thought pee was sterile?”
“Well, nothing’s totally sterile in our bodies. Even when we wash our hands, what we’re trying to do is just dilute the bacteria, since we can’t get rid of it.”
“Well how about that, then?” Bree suggested. “I know how to dilute my pee, that’s easy! I’ve just gotta drink a lot of water, to the point where it’s not yellow at all.”
Tam suddenly perked up. “You’re right! But it would be even better if you drank a lot of water and peed it all out several times. I’m told that’s one way to cure a UTI, anyway—makes sense it would help prevent one.”
“Seems like we just got our project for the day,” Bree said.
“Sit around having you drink water and pee?”
“Walk around having me drink water, and pee a lot. And then,” she added, “once it’s all clear, then I’ll hold it.”
“Walk around where?”
“Somewhere with trees!”
“Let’s take a look at the maps, then.”
“First thing to do, though,” she said, “is pee out everything I’ve already got.”
“Good point.”
“Want to come with me?” she added, slyly.
“It would make the line shorter for DeMarcus and Lisa…”
This meant putting on at least some clothing. Then, in the bathroom, Tam gestured for Bree to go first, but Bree giggled and said, “You don’t have to wait, you know.”
“Huh?”
She sat herself down on the toilet, spread her legs, and said, “You can pee with me.”
“I’ll splash all over you.”
“Then let me aim you. That way it’ll be my own fault.”
But they hit a snag: as soon as she took his penis in her hand, he hardened. “Sorry, I won’t be able to pee until I get soft again,” he said.
She quickly let go.
“No, hold on to it,” he said, “or I won’t get used to it and you won’t be able to aim.”
“Wish you could hurry up and soften,” she muttered a few moments later. “I’m sitting on a toilet and I’ve got my legs spread and I’m naked from the waist down. I gotta go.”
“You’re the one who wants us to pee together.”
“I’m being stubborn today. We’ll wait.”
Eventually he managed to start peeing. Bree so enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of the piss flowing through his penis that she almost forgot to pee herself. But her bladder quickly reminded her.
Fortunately there was minimal splashing after all. They cleaned up, went back to Tam’s room, and got more completely dressed. Bree decided the day had come for her to break out her sundress—the one she’d worn for Tam on Skype. The thought crossed her mind—a very GGG thought—that maybe she should skip panties, since she’d be peeing so much today. But the Good Girl thought that followed was sensible enough: the sundress was fairly short. She needed something underneath.
But she decided she’d skip the bra. So she’d be leaving the house wearing exactly four items of clothing: sundress, panties, and a pair of sandals.
First, breakfast. Bree made pancakes—which even Lisa appreciated. And then Lisa had to head out, saying she couldn’t be back until tomorrow night, which would be the night before Bree left. So that worked out, too.
Over pancakes Bree and Tam plotted their route for the day. First stop: Boston Common and the Public Gardens.
The Common and the Gardens weren’t huge, but it was certainly historic—not many city parks could be said to be older than the country—and there were plenty of things to see. First things first, however—almost as soon as they arrived, Bree had whispered to Tam that she needed to find a bathroom for her first pee of their journey. The fact that they’d come up from the subway right next to a fountain hadn’t helped.
Tam grinned up at her. “This is exciting already.”
“It kind of is, isn’t it?”
Searching the park for bathrooms was a good way of exploring, but it took much longer than Bree had hoped. Part of it was that the only bathrooms were fairly well hidden. Part of it was that Tam insisted on taking pictures of Bree posing in various places—
“You’re doing this deliberately, Tam!”
“Aren’t you?”
“Oh, right…”
—so Bree was getting a tad desperate by the time they finally found some restrooms in the visitor’s center. And then naturally there was a line for the ladies’ room, although thankfully it wasn’t long.
Much relieved, Bree refilled her water bottle and herself from a water fountain, and then they kept exploring. They didn’t go out in a swan boat (saving their money for later), but Tam did get another picture of Bree posing with a boat in the background. And there was the duckling statue. Tam’s tourist-in-his-own-hometown attitude was infectious.
After a while, however, they’d run out of things to see—and Bree was already starting to feel the need for another bathroom break. Instead of backtracking, however, they took the subway to the zoo. It wasn’t a long ride, but again Bree felt a bit more pressure for not knowing exactly how long a ride it was going to be. Fifteen minutes, as it turned out, and she held it easily until they were through the gates and in the zoo.
Here, however, Bree got an idea—another GGG idea. Suddenly she really wanted to pee outside. And it simply wasn’t going to happen in the zoo. Too many people, especially kids. So she dutifully went off to the bathroom, but when she came back she whispered to Tam that she wanted to find a place where she could really let loose outside.
“Huh,” he said, scouring Google Maps. “A big ol’ golf course and a bunch of cemeteries.”
“Too many people on a golf course.”
“Probably not too many people at a cemetery,” he pointed out, eyebrows up.
She considered it for a GGG second. But then, before the Good Girl side could even offer its opinion, she rejected the notion on GGG grounds. “Massively disrespectful.”
“The dead people don’t care.”
“Their families would.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Let’s see, what other options do we have…?”
“There’s a park…”
“Looks pretty open on satellite view. No trees, no cover… well, well, what do we have here? A nature center.”
“Perfect!—Wait. How far away is it?”
“About 45 minute walk?”
“Perfect!”
After wandering around in the zoo a bit—to justify the money they’d spent—and refilling Bree’s perpetually-empty water bottle, they left and headed for the nature center. The most direct route was noisy and not terribly pedestrian-friendly; the alternate route was winding, and again Bree was feeling the tension of “How-long-will-it-take-to-get-there?”, although she was far from full. Finally they found the place, after only a couple wrong turns. Then they strolled around the trails until they found a good place. They’d seen people on the trails, if not many, so Bree wanted a fairly secluded spot. The trails seemed mostly to run through wetlands, which would be good for hiding her puddle, but wasn’t so good at concealment. Finally, at the far end of one loop, they found some trees. Bree looked around for traffic, then hiked up her sundress and dropped her panties, tucking them into her bag next to her bottle. Then she kicked off her sandals and squatted down, ready to spring back up and drop her dress hem if anyone came.
“Tam, you’re supposed to be watching!” she said, as she started to pee.
“Believe me, I am.”
“Watching for other people, I meant!”
“Can’t help it. This is just fascinating.” He did glance around for other walkers, though.
“Well in that case—is my pee clear?”
“Looks pretty clear, yeah. Still a hint of yellow, though.”
“I’ve been walking a lot, using up water. I need to drink more!”
He bent down to kiss her as her flow tapered off. “Had to seize the opportunity,” he said. “You’re not usually beneath me.”
“I plan on being beneath you a lot.”
“I’ll kiss you then, too.”
Just then she spotted someone coming, and had to stand up. No chance to put her panties back on—and she was still dripping, after all. So they walked on. She felt bold and daring out on the paths, but as they left the trail system she also felt nearly naked.
“Can we stop somewhere before we go home? I’m hungry and I’d like a restroom so I can put my panties back on. And maybe pee one more time.”
“Sounds good. Though I’m fine with skipping that middle step if you are.”
“I’m not,” she admitted, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her dress.
“Want to go back to the trees?”
“No, we can keep going. But I don’t want to walk all the way home bare-assed.”
They found quite a lot of restaurants nearby. Not food Bree was used to, but she felt daring enough to try something new, especially if she got to use the restroom. She did indeed pee one more time, and it was pretty darn clear.
“I’m ready,” she told Tam as she got back to the table. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her with such joy and delight she had to grin back, entirely infected with his enthusiasm. Love this guy. Really do.
They ate a meal that proved a little spicy, and Bree would have been guzzling water even if that hadn’t been part of the plan. The waiter, speaking with a Haitian accent, laughed as he poured her a third glass of ice water.
“Works perfectly,” Tam pointed out softly and slyly when the man had moved on. She quirked her eyebrows upward in acknowledgment, and took another deep drink.
They lingered a while after they finished eating—they’d been on their feet since the zoo, and it gave the water time to hit Bree’s bladder. When she felt the first need to go, she leaned forward and whispered so only Tam could hear: “I gotta go again. Just a little.”
He nodded, listening intently, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
“But I’m not going to go.”
He nodded, smiling with their secret.
She lowered her voice even more. “Not until after you’re in me.”
He shivered involuntarily. The shiver went all the way down his arm and turned into a big squeeze of her hand.
“Let’s go,” he whispered back.
He paid and they headed out. Half an hour’s walk to go.
Ten minutes into the walk Bree began to wonder if the third glass of water had been the best idea—but in the sense that she really couldn’t decide if it had been a mistake or a genius move. The pressure mounting in her bladder was quickly spreading to her clit.
“I want you so bad,” she whispered to Tam.
“Halfway home,” he told her, squeezing her hand.
Soon Bree was being driven wild. She had to pee, quite a lot—but all her thoughts were of Tam, of his beautiful body all over her, in her, moving in her… The day was hot and she was tired from walking and the pee was starting to slosh in her bladder. Otherwise she would have run back to the apartment, dragging Tam with her. Carrying him if she had to. It was good that there weren’t any parks or secluded areas of the kind they’d passed earlier, or she might have just dragged him behind a tree and had her way with him right there and then. And then peed a river. If she hadn’t been able to see Tam’s neighborhood coming up ahead, she might have turned back.
She was definitely desperate by the time they got to Tam’s building—desperate to pee, yes, but desperate for sex, desperate for him. She was antsy, shifting from leg to leg, as he unlocked the outer door and got them upstairs. She wanted, so badly, to pull up her skirt right then and there and shove a hand into her panties. But whether to hold her pee or finger herself? Much more the latter.
But inside the apartment Tam surprised her. “Whew,” he said. “Don’t know about you, but I want to take a little breather before we do anything else. That was a lot of walking.”
“We’ve hiked a lot longer than that in a day,” Bree said, surprised—but she was a little footsore, too.
As they sat down on Tam’s bed, however, it was clear that Bree couldn’t sit still for long. And her gazes at Tam were basically pure lust. “I want you so bad, I can’t just sit here,” she whispered in his ear.
“Mmm, I still need another minute,” he said. “But I actually had an idea. Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure! Wait, what is it?”
“Heh. I was hoping you, bein’ all tall an’ lanky as you are, could help me redecorate.”
“You want me to redecorate? Now?” What is he thinking? I gotta pee. And I wanna fuck his brains out. She noticed in passing that her GGG side was totally in control by now.
“Well, I think you might appreciate this,” he said. “Help me take down the posters? You know the ones I mean.”
“Oh! Tam, I didn’t mean I wanted you to take them down…”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t been looking at them so much lately. And they can be a bit distracting, now. Can you reach the top ones, or do you need a chair?”
“I’d better get a chair.”
So Bree, ready to throw her boyfriend down on the bed and mount him—and also ready to hike up her sundress and pee behind a tree, not that a tree was available—instead found herself taking down cheesecake posters. Even the apparently-cherished ones of Meagan Fox and Eliza Dushku. But that need to pee couldn’t be distracted. She was squirming, crossing her legs, and occasionally simply grabbing. When she grabbed, though, she was careful to apply a little extra pressure to just the right spot.
It wasn’t until she turned around to hand a poster down that she realized what Tam was up to. He was standing there, admiring her, with a bulge in his pants.
“Tam!” she mock-scolded.
He grinned, entirely unrepentant. “I thought you could hold it a bit longer. And I thought a distraction might help you do it.”
She let the poster drop. This guy! “Tam, you twerp,” she said, “get up here and kiss me.”
“Kiss you, sure,” he said. “But why get up? You’d just have to get down—and this looks like a good position…” And with that he started kissing her legs—working his way up.
She grabbed the hem of her sundress and pulled it up for him. He returned the favor by grabbing the hem of her panties and pulling them down for her.
The next few minutes were exquisite agony for Bree. Bare legs, no panties, and a bursting bladder all screamed Pee Now at her. But she didn’t want to let go. For one thing it would have released all that lovely pressure inside her. For another she would have flooded her lover’s face. Trying to strike the balance was hard. She couldn’t cross her legs. She couldn’t clutch herself. Tam’s tongue was doing amazing things, but “helping her hold” wasn’t one of them. She could squirm—until Tam had to grab her hips to keep from losing his place entirely.
“Oh, god, Tam, that feels amazing but if you keep doing it I’m gonna pee all over you. Or fall on you.”
“Well, we don’t want that,” he said, sounding a little smug at his prowess. “Here, let’s switch. You get down, I’ll get up.”
She got down off the chair, and he passed her on the one. But he grabbed the hem of her dress as he did, and pulled it up and over her head. Then he got down on one knee to balance the extra height the chair had given him, and kissed her properly.
Her hands went to work, too, now that she could reach the zipper of his fly. Well, one hand went to work on him; the other stayed busy on her. Mostly keeping the pee inside—she didn’t need much more to keep her passion inflamed for him—and she could cross her legs by now, too. Besides, he kept his balance with a hand on the wall, but his other fingers found her ever-sensitive nipples. So she was still getting plenty of stimulation.
Finally the kiss broke, and she gasped, “Tam… if you don’t… fuck me… now, I’m gonna… explode. …One way or another.”
He got down off the chair he’d just climbed, finished stripping, and gently bent her over the bed. She grabbed a pillow to clutch—one-handed. The other was still too important holding back the flood to go elsewhere.
His fingers on her vulva felt fantastic. “Wow, I don’t think I’m gonna need any lube at all, even with the condom,” he said.
“Nope!” she said, with a sudden surge of pride. “But hurry…”
“I’m trying,” he said. “But you’re so tight. Can you relax a little?”
“Uh, I can try—but I might pee on your floor. And you.”
“Worth it.”
“Okay, I’m trying…”
“Gotcha,” he said in triumph. “I’m in.”
“I know, silly, I can feel—oh my god, Tam, oh my god…”
“Is that good?” he asked, bending forward over her back.
“Tam, Tam, this is so amazing. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—I am coming…”
The contractions went rippling through her.
“That was fast,” Tam said, still thrusting.
“Don’t stop! I think I can… I can… ah! Ah, fuck, Tam… I love you… so much. You feel sooo good in me… keep going, keep going…”
He didn’t need her urging. “Bree, you feel incredible, too. I can’t believe how tight you are.”
“Believe it… all that pee… aw, shit!”
“What’s wrong?
“I leaked. Ah! I’m leaking… every time… you thrust…”
“I felt that, yeah. Do you wanna—”
“Tam don’t you even THINK about stopping!”
He laughed and pushed deeper.
The next few minutes didn’t involve words. They moaned, they gasped, they sighed. And Bree just about screamed. Little spurts of Bree’s piss were splattering against Tam’s body, dripping down both their legs to the floor, with every thrust. Tam wasn’t stopping, but he was going slow. Bree was grinding against the bed, grinding against Tam, begging with her body for the double-barreled release.
Tam gasped and somehow through the haze she felt him shudder with his climax. She reached for her own, her second, leaping for it like grabbing for a rope, and caught it, and burst.
“Ahhhhh…”
When she realized that she was the one moaning in bliss, and that she was spurting peeing all over, she was aghast. She frantically tried to stop, but her bladder was not going to be denied. “Oh, Tam, I’m so sorry, I can’t hold it!”
“Just let it all out,” he said, stroking the back of her neck.
“Oh, thank god,” she said, and did so.
“Whew, you were holding a lot,” Tam said, laughing.
“Am I getting it all over you?”
“Right on me. Like a really warm firehose.”
“Oh, Tam…”
“We were gonna take a shower anyway.”
“But the puddle…”
“I think,” he said, “that you should be quite proud of this puddle. Quite an accomplishment, holding that much.”
“This guy,” she whispered into the pillow, forgetting to only think it.
“Hmm?”
“You. Just you. I love you.”
He kissed the back of her neck and slid out of her. “Take a look at your triumph, love.”
She stood up and looked down. “Oh, shit, it’s huge!”
“Yeah, but you did it right, got really hydrated. It’s basically pure water.”
“We’d better clean it up, though.”
“Oh, heck yes.”
They ran around for towels, and eventually resorted to soaking it up with their dirty clothes (“We were gonna do laundry anyway, too”). And then they ran to the bathroom, because they were dripping her pee everywhere, and because Tam was dripping spunk, too. They scrubbed each other down. And then made out under the hot water, as they’d done that stunning night back at camp.
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I am trying to start writing here again. I hope you all enjoy
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If there is one thing Casey loves other than teaching it’s routine. She drinks the same amount of drinks every day, takes the same breaks, and it has served her well over her past couple years of teaching. She’s the youngest teacher at her school, only 25 years old, so she tries very hard to show the others she isn’t too young for her position of authority. She always looks well put together with her black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, dressed in blouses that show off her ample breasts and skirts or pants that hug the curve of her ass perfectly. When she arrives at school it’s always ready for class with a smile on her face and a friendly but sufficiently authoritative attitude. Today though her usually bright hazel eyes had been slightly glazed over when she first went into work, her white blouse and gray slacks not quite as neatly pressed as usual. She’d been up late catching up with an old friend who had returned to town and, as a result, she violated her routine. She woke up later than normal and had been using coffee to supplement her energy levels. She needed it to deal with the rowdy freshman in her second period introductory English class. High schoolers could truly be as troublesome as grade schoolers when they wanted to be.
That was in the past though. As she finishes another coffee she knows it can be her last since she only has one last class and it’s one of her favorites to teach. As she drains the rest of her cup, one of her fellow teachers walks in. “I didn’t realize you were such a coffee junkie,” Jared teases as he steps into the teacher’s lounge and moves to grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind her. “Usually I’m not but I was up a little too late last night,” Casey admits somewhat sheepishly, giving her coworker a shy grin.
Jared is the only teacher around Casey’s age at the high school, clocking in at only a couple years older. He’s tall, about 6’ 2” compared to her 5’ 6”, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes that always seemed to dance with the slightest hint of mischief. It’s no surprise that Casey had developed the slightest crush on him since joining the school a few months prior. He’s charming and funny and something about him always made her tummy flip. Perhaps it’s this effortless charm that caused Casey to completely forget a crucial part of her usual routine.
Casey’s last class is AP English, which means that the students are all seniors who genuinely want to be there. All in all it leads to more maturity in the classroom and for a more fun class for both her and the students. She always offers up her time afterwards since it’s the last class of the school day so if students want to ask questions or continue the conversation they can. Once that finishes, she makes her way home down mostly backroads until she reaches her modest apartment. It’s a schedule that affords little opportunity for bathroom runs so Casey always uses the ladies’ room during her break before that last period class.
Except for today, when she’d been too distracted by Jared’s wink and offer to walk her to her classroom to think of something as unsexy as a trip to the washroom.
She doesn’t realize her mistake until about halfway through class when her bladder starts to alert her of its desire to be emptied. She pushes the thought aside as she continues to guide her students through a discussion on Walden from her place standing at the front of the classroom. Her students continue to talk and debate from their seats at the large table Casey had insisted be placed in her room. Desks, she had argued, were far too stuffy and true discussion was only possible at a large table where she and her students could sit as equals. The principal hadn’t loved her making waves so early in her tenure at the school but she had gotten her wish. She’s even more grateful for her insistence now as her bladder once again makes itself known. The students’ focus is primarily on each other instead of her as she presses her thighs together and mentally admonishes her kidneys for working so quickly.
Casey takes a seat at the table to make it easier on her bladder as it gets more and more insistent. She knows she should be paying attention to the discussion but her students seem to have it handled and she would much rather focus on keeping herself under control and her need a secret. As time creeps on and her bladder continues to fill, she can’t help but think over how she’s gotten to this point when having to use the restroom has never been an issue in this class before. Only then does she consider all of the coffee she’s downed, the water she’s drank to compensate for the caffeine’s dehydrating effects, and finally her skipped bathroom break. If she weren’t in a classroom full of students she’d curse herself out for her own irresponsibility.
Casey’s thoughts continue to wander but once they start fixating on how good it would feel to be able to leave to relieve herself she realizes perhaps she should focus on something else. So she hones in on her students, watching to see which ones are participating more or less than the others. Eventually she settles on one student in particular, Brady, an earnest kid with brown eyes and brown hair. He always manages to cause quite the stir amongst the school’s female population. On multiple occasions Casey had heard girls giggling and whispering about him and it always brought her a little bit of nostalgia to watch them react to him the same way she probably would if she were their age. High school wasn't too long ago for her so she remembers the feelings well. Still, it’s hard to reconcile the diligent student she sees in front of her now taking notes as if his life depends on it with the unattainable jock she’d heard the other students whispering about. It’s not a perfect solution, but the reminder of her own days in high school and the walk through memory lane helps keep her mind off the leaden weight sitting heavy in her abdomen and before she knows it she’s snapped back to reality by the sound of the bell ringing.
“Ok guys! Great class today, as usual I’ll stick around for a bit after class if anyone has any questions, otherwise I’ll see you next week!” Casey announces, relief washing over her that she’ll be able to take her leave soon. Before she can though Brady pounces, vacating his seat and moving to the one immediately adjacent to hers as his other classmates begin to filter out. “You have a question Brady?” Casey asks in the sweetest voice she can muster.
It’s a Friday afternoon and most students, no matter how enthusiastic they are on a subject, are eager to leave class and get on with their weekend. Casey prays this will also be the case with Brady as she resists the temptation to squirm in place. God it’s been years since she’s had to piss this bad. She had a rigid bathroom schedule for a reason, after all. She’d never had the strongest or largest of bladders and it had gotten her in trouble plenty of times growing up (and if she’s being honest well into college) but upon graduating and becoming a quote unquote “real adult” with a “real adult job” she’d vowed to keep it under control. Now it seems today is to be a test of that vow.
“A few questions actually,” Brady replies and although Casey wants to groan or ask him to keep it short, she can’t bear to rain on his enthusiasm. She’s a teacher! It’s her job to nurture this kind of thirst for knowledge! To kill his passion just because she’d been irresponsible would make her the exact type of teacher she’d hated having growing up. The same kind that had almost made her drop out of school. No, Casey would never stoop to that level, so her bladder would just have to suck it up. Except that’s easier said than done when Brady’s “few” questions are all quite thorough. At some points they aren’t even really questions, more just opportunities for him to ramble on about his thoughts on Thoreau and the story. It’s all well and good that he’s excited but all the talk of the pond and Thoreau’s vivid descriptions of it are doing Casey and her struggling bladder no favors.
The pressure in Casey’s abdomen increased with each passing minute but there’s little she can do beyond uncross and recross her legs. The more time she spends trapped in the chair, the more desperate she grows and soon she can’t help but to squirm in the seat, her hips shifting from side to side as she prays Brady is too busy monologuing to notice. She’s long since stopped paying much attention, simply making vague noises at what seem to be the appropriate times to give the impression that she’s listening. Her bladder is screaming for relief now, the yellow tide inside her pounding at the floodgates. She would give anything to be able to shove a hand inside her crotch and apply pressure to her trembling hole. Brady stops talking and looks down at his notes for a moment and Casey thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s finishing up but instead he flips to a new page and then continues again.
God she could cry.
Her bladder contracts painfully and Casey could swear she feels the liquid entering her urethra, so close to pouring out of her and into her little white panties. It occurs to her then that she won’t make it at this rate unless she comes up with something fast. Memories of college exams spent similarly desperate roll up to the front of her mind unbidden and as much as she wants to reject them she knows the trick she used then is likely her only chance at getting out of this situation with her dignity in tact. She focuses very intently on her bladder, doing damage assessment as a painful twinge shoots through her lower body, and only once she is sure she’s got complete mastery and awareness of it does she allow herself a short moment to relax.
For no longer than one, single second hot piss jets out of her tired urethra and into her panties, instantly saturating the material. Her face must surely flush red in time with the tiny leak but the fact she’d been able to regain control gives Casey hope. She can live with damp panties. Although she’s well aware her gray pants will show if she leaks anymore, she also knows the school will have pretty much cleared out by now. As long as Brady leaves before seeing her stand, she should be able to make it to her car without anyone noticing if she’s got the slightest wet stain on her slacks. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than the alternative so she allows herself to relax again, another spurt spraying out of her like a firehose.
“Ms. Parker?”
Panic shoots through Casey’s veins like ice water as the shock of Brady addressing her causes her leak to last a little longer than she’d intended. She’s sure it must show in her eyes when she focuses back in on her student. “What?” she asks, her voice an octave higher than it should be as her bladder screams to be allowed relief once more. She’s keenly aware that her pants are more wet than she’d like them to be but she can’t check when Brady is staring at her the way he is. “I asked if the pond is a metaphor for life and how we should live in the moment,” Brady explains, his disappointment already evident. “Ah sorry, I must’ve zoned out for a second I…”
Brady visibly deflates. “Sorry, I’m boring you aren’t I?” he asks and immediately guilt washes over Casey. How could she be so selfish? “No! You’re not boring me, it’s just been a long day, I’m so sorry Brady,” she hurries to explain even as her body pleads with her to just let the boy go so she can go find relief. “It’s alright, I should just go. I don’t want to hold you up any longer,” he sighs. Casey’s heart aches in her chest and even though she knows she’ll regret it, she finds herself saying “Don’t worry about it, you aren’t holding me up. Let’s talk Walden ok?” Brady immediately perks back up and leans in forward to listen. Meanwhile, Casey’s body cries in protest. She was so close. So close to being able to go find relief and instead her bleeding heart had trapped her once again.
Everything is far more difficult when she’s the one driving the conversation. It’s damn near impossible to focus on both the literary analysis she’s trying to give and on keeping the floodgates firmly shut. Typically, Casey doesn’t allow herself more than a couple leaks when she’s desperate. She’s discovered in college that after the third or fourth time it’s far too difficult to reseal the doors once they’re opened but this is an emergency. So she takes the risk and allows herself to relax just a fraction, but it’s a poorly calculated one. She tried to just crack open the door to the tidal wave bearing down on her urethra, but the force of the liquid breaks the door off its hinges. With her attention divided between Brady and her bladder, she’d lacked the control necessary to just let out a little and now she stutters in her sentence, face flushing a vibrant red as her crotch grows warm. Her panties are saturated in seconds and it doesn’t take long for her gray slacks to start darkening as well. “Ms. Parker are you ok?” Brady asks, but it sounds distant as piss starts to pool in Casey’s wooden seat. Soon it’s racing down her legs and the pool in the seat grows too large to be contained there so the flood moves to the floor, creating a sizable puddle beneath the seat.
It feels like an out of body experience. There’s a distant part of Casey that knows what’s happening to her but all she can do is uncross her legs and stare in numb shock as the piss stain on her slacks grows, leaving the material dark and shiny with her fluids. After what feels like years her flow finally slows to trickle and then stops entirely and it’s as if doing so breaks the spell that had kept her numb. All of the emotions she should have been feeling come rushing in at once: shock, humiliation, relief. It’s almost overwhelming and as she looks up at her student, the one who’d born witness to her incredibly shameful act, she sees something unreadable flash through his eyes for the briefest of moments. “I think I should get going,” he tells her, his face not betraying whatever thoughts he may be having at seeing his young teacher disgrace herself so. “Yea…. You should….” “I’ll see you Monday Ms. Parker.”
Casey barely notices as he rises to leave, careful to step around the puddle she’d made on the floor. Even once he’s gone she doesn’t move an inch. It’s not until the sound of the janitor coming down the hall reaches her ears that she springs into action. She knows that she should clean up the mess she’d made, but the idea of the janitor catching her wiping up her own piss in soiled pants is too mortifying to stomach. So instead she finds herself lunging for her bag where she knows she has gym clothes waiting for her and then racing off to the teacher’s lounge to change. She manages to get inside but then promptly careens into someone once she enters.
“Woah there, what’s the rush?” a deep male voice asks and as if the day couldn’t get any worse when she looks up to see who she’d nearly run over, her eyes meet the mischievous green ones of none other than Jared.
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This story was suggested by @LifeIsStrange
It was another sunny day on Valencia Island. A Pokémon professor exited her lab and made her way to the nearby forest. This was Professor Ivy,a Pokémon researcher and breeder. And right behind her were her 3 assistants. One of them was pushing a small cart filled with various types of food. She grabbed a bottle of water from the cart and took a swig from it. The weather on the island was very hot and a lot of Pokémon on this island looked different because of the climate. Eventually,The Professor arrived at the forest where they took care of the Pokémon.
"Guys! It's time to eat! One of the assistants shouted. Slowly but surely,Several Pokémon crawled out of the bushes and trees to come get their food. Both the assistants and the Professor grabbed the bowls and placed them down to let the Pokémon eat. One of the Pokémon approached and started eating from the bowl she placed down.
This Pokémon is a Vileplume. Unlike your average Vileplume,this Vileplume had a different color thanks to the climate. Professor Ivy smiled and patted this Vileplume as it kept eating. This particular Vileplume was about to lay an Egg soon and Professor Ivy couldn't wait to welcome a new Pokémon to this island.
"Isn't this exciting? We'll have a new Pokémon joining us soon!" Professor Ivy said to playfully. The Vileplume jumped up and down and continued eating.
"*Phew* Today is way hotter than i expected." Ivy said to none in particular. One of her assistants promptly appeared behind her and handed her a water bottle. Ivy looked at the Vileplume while chugging down the water. The Vileplume had just finished eating and began walking away. The Professor put the bottle back in the cart and followed it......
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The Vileplume was now playing with other Pokémon. The professor Sat down and looked at the Pokémon while taking yet another sip from her bottle.
"How is it going with the Vileplume professor?" One of the assistants asked.
"It seems to be having fun,just like usual." Professor Ivy said as she emptied the bottle. The assistant took the now empty bottle and put it away. The assistant then approached the Vileplume and started playing with it and the other Pokémon. Ivy remained seated and kept her eye on the Vileplume. The Vileplume could lay an Egg any minute now and she did not want to miss it. However,the Vileplume didn't seem to be preparing for it. Maybe it was gonna take a bit longer. However,Missing out on the event was not the only thing she was starting to worry about.
All the water she had drank up until this point was beginning to make its way to her bladder. The professor crossed her legs and kept looking at the Pokémon. However,Now that she noticed the pressure,she seemed to be having some trouble ignoring it. Thankfully,Another Pokémon started rubbing it's head against her legs,briefly distracting her from the now-growing pressure. She reached down and patted the Pokémon,with a gentle smile still being plastered on her face.
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Professor Ivy took out a notepad and started making a report of everything she saw. So far the Pokémon all behaved like they did usually. As she wrote the report,She kept glancing at the Vileplume. It still didn't seem to be ready to lay an egg yet,So the Professor went make to making notes. The professor looked at the empty bottle that laid next to the seat she was at earlier. Because of the hot weather,she kept drinking to stay hydrated. But this had the unfortunate side effect of increasing the amount of urine in her bladder. Now she was having a harder time ignoring her bladder. And despite the fact that the lab was just a few minutes away,She didn't want to leave and risk missing the Pokémon laying the Egg.
"Professor Ivy? Are you okay?" One of the assistants asked. Ivy turned around and saw the assistant staring back at her with a worried look.
"Oh,everything is fine. I'm just waiting." Ivy replied.
"Oh of course. It usually takes quite some time before the Pokémon lays their eggs,right?" The assistant said. She pulled out another bottle of water from her pocket and held it in front of the professor.
"Do you need another one?"
"Oh no. I'm good." Professor Ivy said.
"Are you sure? It's important to stay hydrated on this island."
"Positively,I feel like i'm hydrated enough." Ivy replied while subconsciously crossing her leg. However,this went unnoticed by the assistant,who simply nodded and decided to drink from the bottle herself. The professor looked away and glanced back at the Vileplume.
"Still not ready. This is gonna take a while." The professor said while brushing her hair.
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"I've brought more food!" One of the assistants yelled,the Pokémon gathered around her and started eating once again.
"Professor,Would you like to help me feed the Gyarados?" One of the assistants said.
"Oh,of course!" The professor said. She was now holding her notes in front of her lower body and her free hand was located between her legs. Her bladder was now starting to demand all of her attention,wich made focusing on all the Pokémon more difficult. She enjoyed feeding the Gyarados,but now she was somewhat dreading it. Gyarados was a Water type and stayed in a pond. And looking at water was the last thing the professor wanted to do right now. Ivy and her assistant arrived at the pond and the assistant threw some food into the water. The splashes made the Professor feel uneasy and the Gyarados that jumped out of the water didn't do much to distract her from her increasingly-aching bladder.
"Professor,Is everything okay?" The assistant asked.
"Y-yeah! I'm perfectly fine." Ivy said. She looked back at the Vileplume,But it still didn't seem to be ready to lay that egg. No matter how much the pressure in her bladder grew,she didn't want to leave and she didn't quite feel comfortable revealing her needs to her assistants. She threw some food in the water,with each splash making her bladder throb. She crossed her legs and once she was sure the assistant wasn't looking,she jammed her hands even further down her legs.
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She looked down at the Vileplume and it still seemed to be playing around and eating. The professor was now sweating,and not just because of the island. Her bladder was begging for relief,But she still couldn't bring herself to go back to the lab and take care of it there. The lab was a few minutes away and the egg could be laid in those few minutes. She kept following the Vileplume around in the hopes that it would soon lay that egg.
But seconds turned into minutes and minutes soon turned into a half hour. By this point,The professor could no longer stand still. She was being very fidgety,She would occasionally jam her hands between her legs and her Assistants were quick to notice the growing discomfort. However,the Professor kept reassuring them that she was fine. They had offered her some water,thinking that the weather was making her act like this,but she kept denying the bottles.
The professor kept glancing back and forth at the Vileplume and them back at path to the lab. She still didn't want to leave the Vileplume,but she was starting to reach her limit. She then decided that Maybe it would be best for her to pee right here in the forest.
"The Pokémon do it all the time. It wouldn't be a problem...." The professor rationalised. However,she had another problem; Her assistants were still there. They seemed to be pretty far away now. But she had no doubt that if any of them looked this way,they would see her peeing. She hastily looked around and her eyes widened when she noticed 2 more Vileplumes playing with the Vileplume she had her eyes on. That's when she got an idea.
"Hey little buddies Would you all kindly follow me?" The professor asked. The Vileplumes got behind the professor and followed her near some bushes.
"You've been quite busy today,maybe you should get some rest. and this seems like quite a good spot." She then turned to the vileplume.
"Could you two watch over your partner?" The professor asked. The other two Vileplumes nodded and sat next to their fellow Vileplume. Thanks to their size,the 3 vileplumes made for bigger cover than the bushes right behind them. Not only that,but this would also allow her to keep an eye on the Pokémon while relieving herself.
"Ahhh!" Another twinge went through her body. The professor crossed her legs and carefully snuck around the Vileplumes and went behind the bushes. Sure enough,The Vileplumes made for excellent cover. Now that she was covered,she quickly lifted her skirt up and pulled down her black panties.
"Ahh....I made the right choice in not wearing my swimsuit today.." The professor whispered to herself. Indeed,had she had done that,it would take longer for her to get it off,and she'd be butt-naked. But thankfully that was not the case. With nothing more in the way,She crouched and spread her legs further and further until her but was a few inches above the grass. And it didn't take long for all the pressure to be released. A powerful stream of pee splattered against the grass below,making a loud splashing noise.
The professor closed her eyes and a smile started appearing back on her face. With the feeling of relief going through her body,she couldn't resist letting out a moan. Her head fell back and her face had gotten a little red. She leaned her head back forward and let out another sigh as her stream continued. She turned around and the Vileplume was still there,with no signs of an egg. However,the other Vileplumes seemed to be trying to comfort her. Could it be? Perhaps it wouldn't take long for the professor to find out as her stream had began slowing down at that very moment. Eventually it had weakened until only a few drops came out.
"Hmmm...no paper to wipe with..." The Professor said. There were a few leaves on the ground however. The professor sighed and grabbed one of them. After using it to get rid of the last bit of wetness,she pulled her panties back up and straightened her skirt. She went back to the Vileplumes and saw them still comforting their fellow Vileplume. The vileplume seemed to be a bit more relaxed now. The professor starred at it with curiosity until it got up. The professor's eyes lit up.
There it was,The egg she had been waiting for. The Vileplume got up and walked away from the Egg. The professor gently picked it up and smiled. The assistants soon approached the professor and looked at her with just as much curiosity.
"Everyone...Please welcome our newest member." |
I am inspired from some imaginations about holding and wetting videos here on omorashi.
First of all, i like just videos who are really, i like to see a swollen belly or a bulging bladder and if the girl wet herself, she should do it against her will and she should pee a great amount, so that i can believe that she was needing to go really bad and that she was on, or over her limit.
If a girl is just acting that she is needing to wee, if she jump around like crazy and act a desperation, if she piss just 125 ml, that it is totally turning up for me.
I have some imaginations what i would like about this kind of videos and will write two of them.
1.,
There is a casting for a desperation and wetting video.
They look for girls who has a large and strong bladder, the girls should have a good ability to hold it and they should have enough willpower to endure a strong urge although it gets a little painful.
The guys offered a good money for this video and so there were enough girls who were ready to do it and promised that they would do their best.
They did not want to loose time to fill the girls bladders so they told them to arrive at the morning on the shooting day with already full bladders, so they told them, in reality they wanted to make the girls really, really desperate.
It should become a good video with much desperation.
The girls arrived at morning and became tested. They had to strip except they panties.
One guy pressed hard in the girls abdomen to feel the fullness of their bladders.
”There is room for much more pee!” he said “your bladders can get much bigger “and he made them drink a large glass mineral water.
One of the girls belly was swollen and her bladder was visible bulging out.
”You are a good girl, you are pretty full down there!” he said and pressed on her bladder.
”Oh yes i am full, you told me to be full, i did not wee since yesterday evening.” the girl answered.
She had to drink just a small glass mineral.
The girls were all needing to wee pretty bad, but not enough, fare away from enough, they should get frantic, that is it what the guys wanted and what the men wants to see at the video.
One of the guys said that it would be a nice spring day and so they changed their mind, they would not stay in the studio, they would go out at the fields for shooting.
They did it on purpose, they did know very well that the girls were full and that there was a lot water on the way to their already full bladders and that they would get desperate very soon.
They went to a small bus, the girls were full to burst at the time they left.
”How long are we going? We need to piss so bad, we can’t hold it much longer !” said all the girls.
”A little bit longer than one hour, that can’t be a problem for you. You told me that you have strong bladders and you are good in holding, so hold it, you are here to hold it!”said one of the guys.
I would like to see them fight against their urge and their need.
I would like to see them get out of the bus, with one hand between their thighs. They should cross their legs, bending over, but they should not be allowed to piss.
After a longer time should that girl, witch had not weed since yesterday evening, piss herself.
She should show us her bladder witch is bulging out up to her navel, she should show us her already wet panties and then i wanted to see how the strong smelly urine is running down on her naked legs.
She should press both hands between her thighs and squatting down, but she can’t stop it anymore, it’s gushing out of her endless long.
It should be a lake of pee between her legs and all others are surprised how much she was able to hold inside her and how big her bladder must have been.
The other girls gets more and more desperate, they are near their limit, but that is not enough.
The guy’s pay a great bonus for that girl who can hold it the longest.
To see the girls fight to hold it, would be absolutely great.
2.,
Some models gets casted for a bikini and underwear shooting.
The money is good and the shooting should last all day.
The girls did know that, but they did not know that they would not have only one chance to wee all day long and they did not know that the second part of the shooting would be a desperation clip.
They made shootings at different locations. Late afternoon they went to a silent place at the fields.
It was obvious that the girls were needing to wee after so many hours.
They cross their legs and do all the things what girls are doing when they need to wee.
The girls admitted the guys that they would need a toilet very urgently.
The guys tell them that there would not be any loos and that they had to hold it until they get back.
A little later the girls are begging to bring them somewhere where they could wee, because they are needing to go for so long and can’t wait much longer.
The guys tell them that there would be no time for that, because the sun would set down soon, it will only last 2 more hours and 1 hour for going home and that they will get extra money for suffering and pee holding.
I would love to see how they press their hands between their thighs on the way home and i want to see how they get out from the bus when they can no more stand upright from needing to wee so bad.
I would love to see videos where the girls really, really need to pee, where they are full to burst, where their bladders are bulging out, but no videos where they just act that they are needing to go. |
Beginning Note: Finally, I’m done with Ada’s story, now I can move on to other projects. I promised a sequel to continue Maddie’s journey, and here it is. It’ll mostly be centered around her but Ethan will be an important character, just not the main protagonist. That’s why a lot of timeskips will occur. In addition, I’ll be adding some changes from the main game (such as how quick Ethan and Maddie fall in love, that was way too soon imo). Still, massive spoilers abound so for anyone who hasn’t, I highly recommend you play it yourself or watch a Let’s Play or Walkthrough of Heavy Rain (for the Golden Ending, I’d recommend Berleezy or Kubz Scouts. For a more neutral/realistic watch Jazzyguns) to understand it more, and just because it’s a hell of a fun game. Also warning, very dark themes and harcore violence. Nothing too crazy happens to Madison but the threat is definitely implied. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!
‘That’s it. After that embarrassment I’m definitely sleeping in a motel.’ Madison Paige thought to herself as she removed her helmet and stepped off her motorbike. She was clad in a purple jacket, green t-shirt, blue jeans,with purple bra and panties underneath. In addition, she had a briefcase filled with an assortment of outfits, such as red and green button downs with business skirts to match, and her favorite white tank top and panties. She had brought a lacy black bra and panties as well but those were for more risque undercover situations.
‘I can’t focus on helping Ethan Mars or writing my paper if I’m dealing with insomnia or having nightmares.’ Speaking of, the photojournalist in question was still shocked at who her subject was. She mentally reviewed the facts as she signed in to receive her room and key. ‘I still have trouble believing Ethan Mars is not only the man of my fantasies, but the same one who is also accused of being the Origami Killer. That doesn’t make sense though, he already lost his first son Jason, why would he murder his other? Shawn is probably the only one keeping him alive at this point. His story is shaky but Ethan is clearly dealing with trauma so of course it is. His point of view isn’t exactly reliable. I’ll get to the bottom of this.’ As if on cue, while she was heading to her room the man himself was leaning against a railway in obvious discomfort. His five-o'clock shadow, messy hair, and black leather jacket would have made him appear quite handsome in different circumstances but all she could see was a man who needed help.
“Sir, do you need help?” Madison asked as she approached him. Ethan looked at her with dull eyes of unhappiness, almost mirroring her own. “I should call an ambulance.” “No ambulance…” Ethan replied with a pained groan. “But you need a doctor.” “Maybe, but I can’t see one right now. Just help me to my room, it’s 201.” “Alright then.” She helped prop him up, let him unlock the door, then he laid down. “You should really see a doctor, but since you refuse I’ll have to patch you up myself. Just lie down while I go check the medicine cabinet.” She rummaged through, finding disinfectant wipes and painkillers. “This might sting a little, or a lot.” “Can’t be worse than my two broken ribs.” Ethan humorlessly breathed out. As she predicted, Ethan did wince in discomfort but otherwise sat through with no problem. Then she handed him a painkiller. He took it wordlessly, along with the bottle to down two more.
“You’re supposed to only take one every twenty four hours, stop it.” “Can’t wait, need to speed up the process.” “Do you need anything else?” Madison asked tentatively. Instead of answering, Ethan just stood up and started walking to the bathroom with a blank expression on his face. ‘He must be really out of it.’ she thought to herself in concern. Especially when he tripped. “Shit, are you alright?” she questioned as she helped him to his feet. “Not particularly, but I got lucky there. Thanks.” “No problem. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” “Thanks again. Just keep talking to me. I’m so woozy, you can keep me company to prevent me from falling on my ass.” Ethan explained as he got in the bathroom. In his exhaustion he accidentally left the door slightly open. “So, what’s your name?” “Madison.” she replied as she went through a box. It had origami figures of many animals. ‘So he’s definitely involved. Poor man, poor kid.’ “And what do you do Madison, besides rescue down and about guys?” “Photographer.” she answered simply.
‘It technically is the truth.’ Madison thought to herself. She then heard Ethan moan. She was about to walk up to him and ask if he was alright, but then saw him through the adjacent door. He was holding his cock to aim and piss in the shower drain. She took note of his size, which was impressive considering it was limp at the moment. The stream was also impressive, lasting almost a whole minute. She backed away as she blushed immensely. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?! Accidentally peeking is fine, but I stared way longer than necessary. I wouldn’t like it if he watched me pee in the shower, well actually I kind of owe him now if he ever finds out. Which he won’t, he can’t find out about this.’ “Madison, is everything alright? You looked troubled.” “Not as troubled as you are.” she replied with a wry grin. Suddenly she frowned. “Shit, that sounded insensitive. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine, I know what you mean. You’re technically right. “Madison, I appreciate everything you’ve done but I need to do this on my own.”
“Alright. Didn’t catch your name by the way.” “Ethan.” “Well then Ethan, take care.” Madison bid farewell with a wave, knowing full well she’d be visiting him again. Case in point, later that night the young photojournalist ended up patching his wounds again, this time much more severe. His forearms were covered in cuts and his right pectoral had nasty burns. Again, once he had regained unconsciousness he thanked her but also insisted she did not get involved. ‘He’s going to get more suspicious. I have to tell him everything in our next run in.’ That’s when things really got interesting. The next morning he had followed Ethan’s car to an abandoned apartment. Unfortunately, so had a bunch of cops, the police cars were surrounding the old building.
‘They won’t question me, I can get in and warn him!’ As she predicted, she walked in without any trouble whatsoever, and was able to quickly relocate Ethan. Things weren’t out of the clear however, Ethan was lying down on the floor, hissing and clearly in a lot of pain. “Ethan, what the hell happened to you?!” the photojournalist questioned in concern. She looked to the side, and saw the large and bloody cleaver knife, then at the bandaged stump that once was Ethan’s left pinky. “Oh no...it’s fine, you already handled it. There’s cops outside, I think they’re here to arrest you, we need to leave now!” Ethan still didn’t respond. “Ethan, if they arrest you, your son will be in much more danger, now get a move on!” she ordered.
“Maddie? What are you doing here? What was that about my son?” “I’ll explain everything, but right now we need to get the fuck out of here.” Finally being able to pick himself back up they quickly hopped out the window. Ethan was able to more or less handle himself during most of the escape but once they reached the subway station he completely froze. ‘What the hell is going on with him? I know he’s hurt but he was doing just fine before, he was sprinting and now he can barely walk! The trauma and stress must be getting to him, you need to help him Mad!’ she thought to herself. Little did she know it was actually the crowds that had caused Ethan to freeze up, bringing back painful memories of Jason’s death at the mall. She helped him and they pushed through the crowded escalator, much to their ire.
‘They’re closing in on all sides, but the tracks! If we can cross them, we’ll be reaching the home stretch!’ She helped him get down and just when they were halfway there, she heard the horrible sound of the train speeding up. “Hurry Ethan!” she ushered as she helped shove him forward, then climbed up after him. Right as she did the train immediately zoomed by, blasting cold air as it sped off. The close brush with death had been enough to cause little droplets of urine to leak out of Madison, shocking her. However that wasn’t nearly as important as helping Ethan, the dangerous part was over but they needed to catch a train. Thankfully they reached it, Ethan was coherent enough to help Madison on first and jump in afterwards. Finally they reached their motel with no commotion. She told Ethan to stay put so she could get groceries.
“Is there anything you prefer?” “Chinese or spaghetti are my favorites but as of right now anything will do.” “Alright, take care.” First she made sure to change her purple panties, switching to the white ones instead. ‘It’s not much but that’s still embarrassing. I didn’t even have to go. Still, not as bad as the bedwetting from earlier. I hope something like that never happens again!’ Unfortunately for her that would happen again all too soon. Afterwards, she went to a nearby grocery store to buy the food, then returned to Ethan’s room. He was watching the news, which had officially labeled him as the Origami Killer. She knew it wasn’t true, and it hurt to watch him being slandered like that. Now it was time to get down the business.
“I bought orange chicken and some vegetables. We can talk while we eat.” Ethan nodded, then snapped off the TV. They both cooked the meal, and it was delicious. Madison sighed, knowing it was time to explain herself. Hopefully Ethan would take it well, and provide his own insight. “Ethan, as you may have noticed, I’ve been paying more attention to you than I really should.” “I’ll say, patching me up, following me, just what’s going on?” Ethan demanded. “I’ll explain everything, but you need to promise you’ll hear everything I have to say before you ask whatever questions you have.” “I suppose that’s fair, spill.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I was a photojournalist. I specifically took on the Origami Killer case and did my research on the victims. Out of all them, you seemed the best bet since you already had lost a kid. I feel for some reason, that enticed this killer, so I had to check. Seeing you injured answered a lot of my questions, I know you’re going to save your son, or die trying. You certainly have what it takes. However,some people were betting you were the killer. They think since you’re so out of it with grief, you went mad and started a killing spree. Your ex wife Tiffany told the police about you having visions.” She personally thought that was a bit of a low blow. Yes, Ethan blacked out and had visions, but surely his own wife could tell he loved Shaun more than life itself. Apparently she had lost faith in that love after Jason died, probably blaming him.
“I think she’s right. I do have visions of children drowning and holding origami figures in my hands. My theory is I am the Origami Killer, or part me anyway. Whenever I have these blackouts, that’s my other self coming in place and committing these atrocities.” “What? That doesn’t even make sense. The timeline of your visions and the killings don’t add up. You just had them recently, the Origami Killer’s been doing this for a long time.” “How the hell do you even know about my visions?! Oh, right, it’s because you’ve been stalking me all this time just to write a damn article about me. Hope it was fucking worth it!” “I do want to publish that article. However there are many others, this town is crime ridden after all. My main concern as of right now is just helping you, your son, and catching this sick bastard. Do you think it’s possible you can let me help you?”
“Fine, you’ve done me a great service so far. Still, you seem very confident I’m not the killer, how do you know I’m not some schizophrenic?” “That’s just not how it works. If you really blacked out, you would be brutalizing these poor children. Instead they’re methodically killed through drowning, and the trials are cleverly set up. Someone else is behind this. I don’t know why you’re having these visions but they’re nothing but distractions and red herrings. Just focus on helping yourself and save your son.” “Alright Madison. Thanks for everything. Where are you going?” “New article. Photojournalist, remember?” Madison replied with a smirk. Ethan had his own as he shook his head in amusement. He was still in anguish due to Shawn’s disappearance and his missing finger, among his other injuries but he still felt a huge weight being lifted off his back after Madison had thoroughly explained there was no possible way he could be the Origami Killer. Meanwhile the photojournalist was currently on the phone with her buddy Sam.
“Mad? It’s Sam, I got your information. The owner of that apartment you were wondering about is Doctor Adrian Baker. He’s a struck off surgeon who was caught selling drugs to junkies. He used the cash he earned to buy some cheap ass apartments, including the one on marble street. Once he was caught he served some time in prison and was struck off the medical register.” “Interesting, thanks Sam.” “Madison, be careful. Adrian Baker could be like that sick fuck Leland. I don’t want you going through something like that ever again.” “It’s okay Sam, I got a gun, remember? Besides, I can’t die yet. Ethan still needs my help.” “Right, I just saw your fugitive boyfriend on the news. Good luck Mad.” “He’s not-! Whatever, I’m hanging up.” She could hear her friend laughing. Jokes aside he supported her through and through, and she would forever be thankful for him.
‘So this is where the owner of the apartment lives. It’s not much of a lead but it’s all I got.’ she thought to herself as she rang the doorbell. An old man in a green Hawaiian shirt and khakis answered the door. “Hi, I was told you could sell Betropin without a prescription. I have money so payment isn’t an issue.” The old man raised his eyebrows, she could tell his interest had been piqued. “Of course, come on in.” he gestured. She stepped inside his house, which had been neatly furnished. “So you have trouble sleeping my dear? How much do you need?” “Three or four boxes will do.” “Well now, that shouldn’t be any problem. Would you like a drink? I was about to have one myself.” Adrian Baker offered as he gestured to the scotch bottle.
“No thanks.” Madison replied uneasily. Sam’s words returned to her, and knowing both the knowledge and medicine Baker had access to he could easily Pill Cosby her. Still, he ushered her to sit down and poured them both glasses. She took careful notice that his alcohol came from a different bottle, further increasing her suspicions. “So, how did you hear about me?” “I was at a party and a guy popped some Betropin. I asked him where he got it, and that led me to you.” “Interesting.” “He also told me you had some apartments?” the young photojournalist questioned. Baker took a long drink, his face looking troubled. “Sorry my dear, they’re all booked. Why aren’t you drinking?” “I’m not thirsty.” “Well, I’ll be sure to get your Betropin. Make sure to sit tight.”
Once the old man was out of sight, Madison rummaged through, searching for any evidence or clues that could point her in the right direction. Anything to avoid dealing with the creepy bastard any longer. First she came across a drawer filled to the brim with all kinds of medicine. He must have stolen what he could once he was fired from ever being a doctor. She first headed to a bedroom and found a card. It was an advertisement for the Blue Lagoon, a nightclub. Her next area to explore was the bathroom.. It was highly unlikely to have anything significant but the young photojournalist knew to never leave a stone untouched. As she expected, nothing was of any use, however her bladder started to pang with the need to release.
‘What, now?!’ Madison thought in agitation. Then she remembered all the water she drank over dinner due to the orange chicken being a tad spicier than she had anticipated. All the liquid was sloshing around, making her want to go right then and there. She didn’t have the opportunity to do so however, courtesy of the sharp syringe needle piercing her neck. She was out like a light. Soon she began to slowly come to. She had a bit of a headache, and her body felt a little chilly. ‘Is it the drug that’s causing me to feel this way? That old bastard’s gonna pay!’ she thought to herself. Unfortunately when she woke up, the truth was much worse. The reason she was dizzy and chilly was because she was naked and hanging upside down, with her legs tied separately and spread apart. In addition her arms hung loose, but her wrists were tied together. She looked like the letter ‘Y’, but in a much more perverse fashion.
“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty? I hope you like my arrangements.” Adrian Baker greeted with a perverted grin, now dressed in doctor garb. “You sick fuck, what the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked in outrage. “You know too much about my apartments on Marble Street. Unfortunately my clients are less savory than you are. My friend Paco rents one. I’ve no idea what he does there, maybe fornicate with the dancers from the Blue Lagoon. As long as he pays rent, I’m satisfied. Besides, the fun we’re about to have will certainly surpass his, don’t you agree?” Madison could do nothing but shriek for help, unfortunately no-one seemed to be nearby. “You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this.” he continued, without a care in the world. Her bladder was starting to ache in anticipation but Madison didn’t want to give the lunatic the pleasure of being humiliated. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it would feel to let loose.
“I miss doing surgeries. Those years in prison were the worst. I suppose if I really wanted, I could have shanked many of the other loser convicts, but then I would never be released. With a little patience I got back to doing what I love. In fact, I could argue this is so much better, it’s much riskier and takes more planning, but now I can go all out instead of doing it half-assed. Well, what do you think? Shall we get started?” he chuckled as he held a scalpel. It gleamed in the dark rook, as he slowly and forbiddingly strode to her. ‘My hands are still somewhat free, maybe I can hit or disarm him somehow. However she didn’t even get the chance to react when she suddenly felt cool metal on her labia. ‘He’s going to cut me there?!’ she thought in terror.
All of a sudden hot urine poured out of her. It first shot out in a rather impressive upwards arc, especially given the angle she was in. Madison could feel the hot pissing pouring down her ass cheeks, back, and neck, then feeling some pool into her belly button, down the contours of her abs, in between her breasts, and some spurts escaped into her mouth. She gagged and gasped at the taste. It was relatively clear and mild thanks to all the water she drank, but still slightly acrid and overall something she did not want to experience. The rest of the wetting would have been nice, had it not been for the fact that she had been forcibly captured, violated, and was about to die a torturous and undignified death.
“Well, that was certainly interesting. Such a show.” Adrian Baker replied, appearing taken back, but also intrigued. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Why is it that whenever I start to do some housework I’m interrupted? Dear, I’m going to take care of this uninvited guest, try not to wet yourself until I come back.” he taunted as he stepped out of view. “Better not be one of those government spies pretending to be part of the census.” the disgusting old man muttered to himself. Madison was grateful for the distraction.
The idiot had left his scalpel well within her reach. She swung back and forth a little, managing to reach it. First, she shimmied it between the ropes binding her wrists until they were sawed off. Then she cut off the ropes binding her ankles with relative ease. Unfortunately she fell ass-first into the puddle of her own urine gathered beneath her, her shapely bottom creating a splash and further soaking her body in piss but she didn’t care, freedom was hers at last. In addition to leaving the scalpel in reach, her clothes and purse gathered. She resisted the urge to dress herself and instead reached for the purse. The young photojournalist unzipped it and reached for her Beretta Tomcat. It was a small, cute compact pistol chambered in 0.32 ACP, kind of a stereotypical gun for women shooters such as herself, but it would certainly do just fine.
“And I’m back my dear, shall we resume our activities?” His voice sounded from the stairs. Judging from his words, tone, and how far away he sounded he clearly was unaware that his ‘patient’ had just escaped. Madison quickly stood up and held her handgun, taking a couple of breaths to steady her aim. “Oh no.” he muttered when he saw the cut ropes. “Oh yes. Over here old man.” she shot back. He turned to her and in good old fashioned irony, pissed himself in fear just as she had done earlier. The khakis adorning his legs were now positively soaked and a piss puddle of his own gathered at his feet. He shook in well deserved anxiety. Sure she was naked and covered head to toe in her own piss, but the young photojournalist felt almost invincible now that her tormentor was suffering the same fate she had earlier.
With a smirk, she pulled the trigger twice, effectively kneecapping the sick and twisted doctor. He howled in pain and sank to the floor. His previously missing survival instincts suddenly kicked in and he crawled away, maybe to grab another surgical tool or try to crawl up the stairs, but it was pointless. Madison rushed to him, flipped him over, and stomped on his crotch. He screamed and tears pricked his eyes. Finally, she held her Beretta Tomcat one-handed and aimed towards his crotch, pulling the trigger. One final horrid shriek came out of him and she placed a bullet in his head. The young photojournalist was shaking. Why had she gone so far? Sure the rapey doctor was going to kill her horrifically but did she have to return the favor?
It didn’t matter, what was done was done. In Pulp Fiction Marcellus Wallace and Butch Coolidge had done worse to their tormentor Zed, she would refuse to torture herself over it. Well, if only it was that easy. Just like Leland White, the guilt would never truly go away. First things first, take a shower and get dressed. Then, head to the police station and report what happened. She could technically just walk out, after all Adrian Baker could never hurt anyone again. Still, it was the right thing to do. Much later she had finally arrived and told them the whole, tiring, ugly story. She was exhausted and just wanted to sleep in her nice motel room, maybe cuddle with Ethan in his.
“So, just to recap.” Captain Perry began as he stared at Madison Paige in disbelief. “You went to Adrian Baker’s for a lead and he ended up drugging you.” “Correct.” “Then he stripped you, tied you up and was going to perform surgery on you, but you pissed yourself and someone rang the doorbell.” Madison blushed and groaned but the police captain continued. “In typical Bond villain fashion his scalpel, along with your clothes and purse were left well within your reach, so you escaped and brutally killed him, then showered, dressed, and came to us?” “Yes, that’s exactly what happened. The details are disgusting but I still explain them so the cleanup crew isn’t confused about why the floors have urine or why Baker’s corpse is in such rough shape.”
“And I thank you for it. This case is a mess as it is, you did your part and we’ll do ours. Go wait in the meantime. Once the cleanup crew returns and your story checks out, you can leave. Meanwhile an older, large man in a tan coat and slacks, accompanied by a lady wearing a black button down and jeans, was explaining his own story to the police. “I’m telling you, we had nothing to do with Manfred’s death! He was helping us out, disappeared, then me and Lauren here discovered the poor man dead. It was awful. The Origami Killer is smart, too smart. He’s the one who called and made his escape to frame us. Kramer bastards…” he growled.
“Didn’t you say Gordi Kramer confessed to being the Origami Killer?” his interrogator questioned. “It sounded pretty sarcastic, but Gordi’s fucked in the head and he has the means and money to do it. His daddy Charles is smart and has enough connections to protect him as well. I bet he’s the one who killed Manfred and set us up.” “Maybe, Scott Shelby, maybe. Still, that doesn’t answer why you tried to erase your tracks.” “I’m telling you Ash, I didn’t want to spend an hour proclaiming our innocence when we’re wasting daylight out here!” “Fine Mr. Shelby. Still, PI or not, try not to leave town unless it’s an emergency and if you come in contact with any dead bodies please do tell.” “Alright.” Scott Shelby conceded as the two shook hands.
“You two were at a crime scene as well?” Madison questioned. She was pretending to build rapport but was secretly trying to test these two out to see if they had any information. “Yeah, my good friend was killed and the bastard tried to frame us. You?” “Some pervert doc drugged me and I killed him.” “Interesting!” Scott replied with a chuckle. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. Still, seeing all these deaths are starting to grow numb on me. I can’t believe I’m getting used to this, what a shitty town.” “I’ll say. Madison Paige.” she greeted and shook hands with Lauren. “I’m Lauren, and this is Scott Shelby. He’s a private investigator and I’m his partner.” “Not anymore Lauren. It’s gotten too dangerous.” Scott sadly explained as he put a hand on Lauren’s shoulder.
“What? After what he did to my son you’re dismissing me?” “I’m sorry, but it’s the only way.” Before the two could argue anymore, one of the police officers that had been previously tailing her and Ethan strolled in and immediately honed in on Madison Paige. “You!” he fumed, stomping towards her. “What the hell were you thinking, girl?! Aiding a wanted fugitive, do you have any idea what you’ve done? The man’s killed so many children and is about to do the same to his own son!” “Ethan Mars is innocent!” Madison yelled back. “The Origami Killer is forcing him to do all these dangerous trials, he’s been battered, burnt, and slashed to hell. I bandaged him up every time except for the most recent one, when he amputated his own finger! And then you show up, ready to arrest him. I couldn’t let that happen.” Scott decided to intervene.
“Carter Blake, is that you?” “Scottie! My buddy, how’s it been?” Carter suddenly lit up in excitement, a far cry from his previous expression. “I’d love to catch up, but I have to deal with this woman who abetted the Origami Killer. Right as we corner Ethan Mars, she swoops in and helps him escape.” Scott shook his head. “Lauren, head to my apartment. Blake, let’s talk somewhere else, I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. I don’t know who this Ethan Mars fellow is, but I can assure you he is not the killer.” “Fine. We can use my asswipe of a partner’s office. Don’t know where he is, Mr. FBI Norman’s usually all about teamwork and punctuality. Maybe he finally pulled that stick out of his ass.” Blake amusedly theorized. In all actuality Norman Jayden was fighting for his life but he would be back eventually.
“You never change, do you? Let’s go Carter.” Scott suggested. Thankfully Scott Shelby managed to explain that in no uncertain terms was Ethan Mars the killer and pointed them in the direction of the Kramers. Carter Blake promised that he and Captain Perry would explain to Grace Mars and later air the news that Ethan was innocent. Madison was certainly grateful, but she couldn’t help but feel something was amiss. From the way Scott Shelby explained the Kramers, Gordi was too much of an idiot to conduct the trials in such a complex way, and Charles didn’t seem to have the hardness to kill someone, especially in the brutal manner that Manfred suffered.
Still, she made sure to offer her thanks. She wanted to tell Ethan the good news, but he wasn’t in his room. Instead she decided to head to the Blue Lagoon to further her investigation. The photojournalist remembered that Adrian Baker stated that Paco Mendez rented the apartments, probably to fuck his dancers. Studying the way Paco stared at the girls dancing, his type was clearly a “dumb type of sexy”, as in a attractive girls with no subtelty to their clothing or dancing. Drinking hard liquor and snorting blow was probably a bonus. Madison stayed away from recreational drugs, but she was no stranger to alcohol. She drank a fair amount of Chardonnay to get fairly tipsy. Then she undid the top buttons of her red shirt to show some cleavage, and finally got on stage to dance. Sure enough, one of Paco’s workers walked up to her.
“Excuse me miss, but the boss man wants to see you.” “Sure thing.” she replied as she got down. As she did, the young photojournalist winced as her bladder tingled once more, all too soon. ‘I suppose that’s what happens after drinking so much, I need to hurry this up.’ However, a different idea occurred to her. ‘Actually, why not just let loose? If Paco wants a show I’ll make sure to make it unforgettable.’ Normally such a thought wouldn’t cross her mind, but due to the alcohol a naughty grin spread across Madison’s face to accompany her naughty mind. “Paco is it? I’m Madison.” “Madison, thanks for accepting my invitation. You new around here honey? Think I would’ve noticed you before. Especially the way you move, making me all hot underneath the collar.” “Maybe we can continue this conversation somewhere more private?” the photojournalist suggested. As expected, Paco accepted without a second thought. “Sure thing baby, come to my office!” She followed him up the stairs, her need to urinate increasing with each step. By the time they reached his office she was shaking like a leaf.
“Are you well? Don’t tell me you’re not up for it.” Paco questioned with disappointment. “Quite the opposite actually.” Madison replied as she lowered her hand to caress her lower lips. Again, normally she would refrain from such behavior but the alcohol told her it was necessary to prevent bursting prematurely and it would help sell her statement. “I’m feeling so pent up.” Paco widened his eyes and almost started drooling. ‘Pervert, just you wait.’ she thought bitterly. Soon he took her purse, leaving her Beretta Tomcat out of reach. That was alright, the seductive woman had more weapons than just her gun. “Now, take it off. Slowly…” he ordered as he turned on what sounded like music accentuated with pornographic moans.
She complied with a sly smile, unbuttoning her shirt and shrugging it off all the way, leaving her in her black bra. Then she undid her skirt, showing off her black lacy panties. Madison proceeded to strut to him, her scantily clad hips shaking in a sultry manner. A couple drops leaked in anticipation but she did not care, there would be far more than measly drops to come. She proceeded to sit in his lap, and grind her core against his groin. She felt a pitifully small hard on poke through, letting her know the time was now.
“You sure know how to please a man, Sweet Cheeks.” “I think I have something you’re gonna like. Are you ready for it?” “Go for it!” She stood back, thrust her hips forwards, then proceeded to willingly wet herself. A wet spot spread to the front of her panties, completely soaking the crotch and back, and rivers of urine poured down her long legs. She moaned in satisfaction while Paco stared in horror. “Crazy bitch! What do you think you’re doing?! You must be drunk off your ass, dumb slut!” he cried in anguish. While he was too busy crying over the puddle of urine that had gathered on his floor, Madison reached for a lamp and swung it as hard as she could, effectively knocking him out. ‘Nice one, you go girl!” she thought to herself.
First order of business: ready Paco for interrogation. The photojournalist duct-taped Paco’s wrists and ankles to the armrests and chair legs. Not very strong but Paco was too nonathletic and stupid to successfully escape. Once she was satisfied, she removed her soaked panties and used some tissue to wipe her genitals and legs dry, then switched to her purple panties. She always preferred them anyway. Maybe the soaked could be a parting gift to the imbecile she was about to interrogate. Finally she re-adorned her red button down and skirt. Now, the only thing left was to wake Paco up and get her information.
Couple of Hours Later
Finally, Madison got to the truth, as she expected, the guy Paco shared an apartment with, aka the Origami Killer, was not either of the Kramers, but rather someone masquerading as John Shepard. Problem with that however, as she would soon find out, was that John Shepard was a kid who had died. That just made things more confusing than ever and created further mysteries to solve. Still, she would get to the bottom of this, right now she needed to go back to the motel room and tell Ethan everything she knew. Funnily enough, on the way to the exit she accidentally ran into the police officer, or rather FBI agent that had been pursuing her and Ethan. In addition he was the one Carter Blake had mentioned earlier. She decided to approach him.
“You’re Agent Jayden, correct?” “Yeah, that’s me.” he replied in a thick Boston accent. “Don’t worry, I’m not pursuing you or Mars anymore, and neither is my partner.” “Thank you.” “No problem at all. I knew Mars was innocent. Is that all you came to talk to me about?” “No, I just wanted to let you know, the Origami Killer goes by John Shepard.” Norman Jayden immediately whipped out a pair of sunglasses and a glove, then appeared to be going through invisible files. He proceeded to put the shades back in his jacket pocket. “That can’t be. John Shepard is a dead kid.” “What?” “Ms. Paige, not that I’m doubting your journalism but please let me talk to Paco and do my job.” Madison rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.
“Maybe it’s an alias?” “Probably. Thanks for the help but I still need to do this on my own. My superior is fond of me, but even he wouldn’t like the idea of needing help from a civilian.” “I understand.” she replied as she stepped aside. Norman nodded and proceeded to go to Paco’s office. Unbeknownst to both of them, the Origami Killer had already snuck in and killed Paco, then took off. He certainly wasn’t in the clear however. On the contrary, he actually made their job easier for them a while back, but that won’t be brought up until later. Meanwhile Madison had returned to the motel. First she went to her room to go change into her regular outfit (purple jacket and jeans), then headed to Ethan’s. Madison knocked on the door, and Ethan opened up. He didn’t look injured at all, but his eyes were bloodshot and watery, as if he had been crying.
“Ethan, what’s the matter? Is Shaun still alright?” “He’s alive, although I wouldn’t count that as alright. Today’s been rough, that's all.” She believed him, but she could tell Ethan wasn’t telling her the whole story. Madison didn’t care about it at the moment, it could wait. “You don’t need to worry about the police anymore. I was able to talk to the FBI agent and police officer that were pursuing us earlier. Some private investigator showed up and helped sort things out. We’re actually almost close to cracking the case.” “Seriously? Thank you.” Ethan replied with a sigh of relief. “Ethan, what’s going on, you’re acting even stranger than usual. No offense.”
“None taken.” Ethan replied with a small smile. It turned into a sad grimace as the man began to recount previous events. “I almost did something terrible. My latest trial was to kill a man. I almost did it too. The guy was a drug dealer who chased me around the house with a shotgun, however when he ran out of ammo he showed me a photo of his daughters. The room was clearly a young girl’s as well so he wasn’t lying.” Madison did nothing but rub his shoulders as a comfort. Ethan continued. “I was so close to pulling the trigger, but I just couldn’t. Maybe under different circumstances I could have, but in that instance I couldn’t help but think about how I’d be leaving two girls without a father. How could I show mercy to a crazy man when my son could have used that information?!” With that, Ethan almost broke into tears.
“Ethan, stop it. You’re clearly a good man who refused to stoop to the killer’s game. I know you would do anything to save Shawn, I’m sure you still can. Like I said, now that we know you’re innocent, combined with the intelligence of an FBI agent, a police officer, and a private investigator, we’re so close to solving the case. You might even be able to help them more if you talk about the trials. We’re going to save Shawn.” Madison confirmed. The two stayed huddled together. The close proximity and emotional moment, along with harbored affection, led her to leaning in, kissing Ethan. He kissed back, and the two cupped each other’s cheeks. Eventually Ethan pulled back. Madison almost felt embarrassed. He must have recognized it because he shook his head and quickly explained himself.
“No Maddie, I’m glad. It’s just...saving Shawn is all that matters right now. Once we get him back and he’s safe and sound, we can be together.” “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me.” she admitted. “It’s alright. This whole week has been a fucking mess, I’m just thankful something good happened for once. I’m gonna sleep, then we can head over to the police.” “I could use a nap too.” Madison admitted. She stood up and walked to exit but almost tripped. Ethan remembered how she suffered from insomnia and only motels could. “Just sleep here. Don’t strain yourself.” he advised as he picked her up and set her down on the bed. “Ethan Mars, getting a lady into bed right after kissing.” Madison sleepily giggled as she dozed off. He soon joined her, the two cuddled snuggedly.
One Year Later
Ethan, Madison, and Shawn arrived at the New York Condominium. It was barren due to the newly formed family just moving into it. However, the constant sunlight and overall homey design was more than enough to let them all know that it would be nice. Shawn was especially ecstatic, as he had made a recovery from the traumatizing kidnapping. Ethan, Madison, Norman, and Carter had gathered around the next day after that fateful night, and after serious consideration, all came to the conclusion that Scott Shelby was the Origami Killer. He had been playing them the entire time, however they were able to turn the tables and ambush him in his junkyard. Ethan and Madison focused on saving Shawn, while Norman and Carter focused on attempting to apprehend Scott. Scott Shelby attempted to trick the two into grisly deaths via trash compactor but it ultimately backfired and ended up being his undoing.
Once Shawn was in a hospital and confirmed to be alright, the four went through tedious hours of explaining the information. Madison went on to publish her article as planned, but declined a spot on the talk show to avoid spilling personal information about Ethan and Shawn. Norman Jayden and Carter Blake were chosen to fill her place, which they accepted gracefully. Ethan and Shawn received counseling from the horrible ordeal and managed to pull through. Meanwhile Madison continued to see him and the two became a romantic couple. Eventually they became married, and Ethan received a promotion which led them to their current situation. Grace agreed that Shawn could visit every summer and holiday, which the two were grateful for.
“This place is perfect! How’d you manage to pull the strings on this one? I’m the one with a promotion!” Madison exclaimed. She was wearing a black tank top and jeans, along with a beaming grin. Ethan was clad in a blue short sleeved button down and jeans, and he too looked happy, truly happy as they all deserved. “My friend from here, Lucas Kane. He’s very vague about the whole thing, but he’s got the connections. He claims to have been through something similar. Being a misunderstood criminal on the run and whatnot. One of his pursuers is actually his wife now.” Madison couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “I don’t know about Carter, but I suppose if it weren’t for me, Jayden might have swooped you away.” Ethan shook his head in amusement.
“Well, what do you think guys?” “It’s perfect Dad!” Shawn exclaimed. “I agree with the big man here.” Madison teased, playfully ruffling Shawn’s hair. She clearly didn’t know him nearly as well as Ethan and Grace of course, but she still grew to love him as her own kid. She especially beamed at how happy Shawn was, glad that they were from that madness. While Shawn was running around, Madison took the opportunity to talk to Ethan. “I know things aren’t all rainbows and sunshine.” “Clearly, Brooklyn is infamous for snow.” her husband replied with a cheeky grin.
“That’s not really what I meant, but it’s nice to know your humor returned.” she shot back. “I know Maddie. We still have occasional nightmares and all, Shawn included, but we’ll be good parents and pull through. They won’t ever truly disappear, but neither will our happiness or safety. We’ll be prepared this time, for anything.” Madison leaned in and whispered. “Speaking of preparation, I’m feeling twitchy.” Ethan raised his eyes at this one, knowing that was their code for urination. “What’s the scale?” “Only a three now, but it’ll be a nine by nightfall. How about we make water, then make love once Shawn’s asleep?” “I like the sound of that.” Ethan whispered. The two kissed, until Shawn playfully bumped into them. Father and son began a game of tag, and when they were done Madison joined in for a group hug. Yes, life was well.
Ending note: Alright, first things first: I’m aware this is 80% plot and 20% wetting. It wasn’t originally going to be like that, but the more I thought about it the more I realized if I had just gone with my first plan it would have just been “Here’s wetting one, here’s wetting two”. I added some substance to kind of branch it out but my imagination overcame me and I really got caught up in it (ironically enough, the police station and the ending were my favorite parts whereas I kind of breezed through the wettings).In addition, while I certainly want my stories here to be titillating, I also want there to be actual plot as well, you get me? In addition, I technically set up a sequel hook in my previous Madison pic so I had to follow through. Speaking of sequel hooks, the Heavy Rain wiki believes that Ethan’s implying Lucas Kane gave him the condo so I did throw that in there for fun, however it’s actually a prequel hook for my next and most ambitious project: a Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy omorashi fic. Rest assured, while it will definitely be story centered, it will definitely have more wettings than this one. It’ll actually have a lot of sex as well so I’m really excited for this one, and hope anyone reading will as well. Take care. |
This was the second commission from the same guy. Hope you guys enjoy this one as well as the first!
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Sam really can’t get over just how little her girlfriend uses the bathroom.
For a couple of years now, Sam has been dating Rose, an aerospace engineer and a few years her senior. They’ve been together long enough where she moved into Rose’s house, and that’s where she took notice of the older woman’s lack of toilet use.
The two women were complete opposites for the most part: Samantha, or Sam, was a thin, small, blond haired, blue eyed woman freshly out of college. Rose was taller, curvy, black haired and brown eyed with a well established career. Even their personalities clashed: Sam was quiet and reserved, while Rose had no issues being blunt and loud.
The only similarity they really shared was their degrees in engineering; it was how they met, actually. Sam had an internship her freshman year because of a friend, and her cubicle was directly next to Rose’s. The two women clicked, and by the end of that summer they had gone on quite a few outings with each other. They kept in contact for the full year, and by the next rotation of internships the older woman made it official.
Their dates were usually quite long, an all day affair. It would start by going out for coffee and breakfast that morning, followed up by something like a stroll through the neighborhood park or something similar, lunch, and so on. They wouldn’t return home until long after the sun had set, and Sam would take a minimum of four bathroom breaks throughout the day. Not one time could she recall seeing Rose take a bathroom break.
One day she did a small test: plied her girlfriend with plenty of fluids, enough where Sam herself would be running to the bathroom every fifteen minutes. Alas, despite the very prominent bulge right above her waistline, Rose didn’t even glance towards the bathrooms all day. It would be another day before she’d use one.
See, Sam had quite a thing for desperation, and was very intrigued at her older girlfriend’s ability to hold seemingly forever. She never saw Rose scrambling for a toilet, and always maintained her calm, collected demeanor.
Naturally, one day Rose asked about why she seemed so interested in her bathroom habits. Sam tried to come up with an excuse, but the older woman saw through the lies. “We’re dating and living together, I’m going to find out sooner or later, love. Just say it.”
“Fine...I may or may not have a piss kink,” Sam finally admitted, blushing madly. “It’s such a huge turn on knowing that you can go practically days without peeing.”
“I have gone days,” Rose said. “Believe it or not. Despite having a full bladder, I can handle it for quite some time. The longest I’ve ever gone is five days.”
“Five days?! Weren’t you about to piss yourself?”
“I could’ve definitely gone longer, but I was in the shower and decided otherwise.”
And thus, the idea of getting Rose to hold as long as possible was born. For a while they discussed going camping in the woods, since Rose owned a cabin in an absolutely gorgeous forest about five hours from town. There was a catch: it had no bathroom inside. All campers had to use the great outdoors for their bathroom, and the older woman was proud over the fact that she was never one of those people.
“I bet you that you will be by the end of our trip,” Sam quipped.
Rose laughed. “I’ve never had to, and I never will. My bladder can and will wait for as long as I tell it to.”
“Well...what about how long I tell it to? We can go out there for a week or more, and we’ll see how long you can last!”
Rose agreed. A few weeks later, they were arriving at the cabin, with Rose already having a fairly filled bladder: it was Sam’s request, and she wanted her to be at least 90% filled by the time they got there. Meaning, it had already been two days since Rose last used the bathroom.
They got their luggage out of the trunk and hauled everything inside. Sam’s first idea was to hurry to the bathroom, but halfway down the hall it clicked-there wasn’t one!
“If you have to use the potty, you have to do it outside in the wilderness,” Rose chirped. “Don’t forget that, love. It’s the entire reason why you wanted to come out here in the first place.”
“It’s not the only reason,” Sam muttered, shifting from foot to foot. “Can you come outside with me? Pretty please? It’s getting kind of dark.”
“Big baby.” Rose led her outside and around the building, where the younger woman quickly peed over a small bush. “See how inconvenient it is to do this? This is why I just hold it until I get home.”
“Well, we told our bosses that we’ll be out for two weeks,” Sam said once they were back inside. “Think you can manage for fourteen days? You said your longest wasn’t even a full week.”
“And I could’ve waited longer, remember? Don’t think I won’t last.”
And so it began. They went to bed shortly after, exhausted from the travel and the work week. Sam woke up first the next morning, and turned to face her girlfriend sleeping peacefully next to her. She took her time in observing, noticing that nothing really changed in her overall sleeping pattern.
She couldn’t resist feeling Rose’s bladder, though. It had to be sitting heavy at that point, this was day three without a proper bathroom break. Her hand wandered under the sheets, feeling the all too familiar bulge. It astounded her that it was already three days, and there wasn’t a single obvious sign of desperation.
Rose’s bladder was almost solid. While she wasn’t quite as skinny as Sam was, she still had a nearly flat stomach, so whatever bulge that the younger woman felt was genuine. She couldn’t resist: she pushed down.
Nothing.
She expected some stirring, a gasp, anything. Instead, all she received was a snore as Rose turned away to change positions.
Grumbling to herself, it made Sam even more determined to see Rose absolutely lose it.
About an hour passed, and the older woman finally woke up. Sam had gone out to do her business shortly after she was done looking over Rose, and decided to wake her girlfriend up by cooking breakfast and brewing some coffee.
Rose nearly had an addiction to anything caffeinated, especially coffee. Hell, there were times Sam had to remind her to actually drink water. They ate their breakfast: eggs, bacon and strawberries. The older woman also had about three cups of coffee, and was nursing a fourth and fifth one as they watched television together in the living room.
Sam was snuggled against her girlfriend, casually tracing circles with her fingers against Rose’s belly. In reality, it was also partially to feel the growing bulge. It felt even harder than earlier, and even looked bigger. “Intrigued?” Rose said, startling the younger woman.
“I’m just...in awe,” Sam muttered. “I’ve never seen one so big, and someone so calm about it. How are you able to hold so long, anyway?”
Rose went on to explain how in school, she would always study for hours, shoving away anything that wasn’t relevant. She’d force her bladder to wait until she had completed her studies, and by the time she’d sit on the toilet, over eight hours had passed since the first urge.
It continued into college. Being an engineer meant long, exhausting hours of projects, and having almost an exact schedule. There were times where she couldn’t squeeze in a bathroom break, and would hold a lot longer than desired.
Once she landed her job with the aerospace company, she quickly climbed a few ranks before becoming crew lead, meaning that she had to give weekly briefings to her team, and spontaneous meetings would happen on top of planned ones. Even a thirty-second break would slow down overall productive work, so she eluded the bathroom during her shifts entirely.
“That’s why you always have a gusher at night,” Sam said in awe. “You’re always holding!”
“I just never absolutely feel the need to go,” Rose said. "It's not like I ever purposely hold. If anything, I just use the bathroom when I think about it.”
They spent the rest of the day indoors, Sam making sure to give her girlfriend plenty of fluids: plenty of coffee that morning, a few cans of booze throughout the day, and water for overall hydration (and to stave off the possible hangover). Once again, She was impressed watching her take in everything. Didn’t it all need to go somewhere?
That night, they cuddled. Several times Sam woke up to sprint outside, pee as quickly as she could, and haul ass back indoors. Rose didn’t stir until she woke up the next morning, nursing four days’ worth of piss and looking calm as ever.
After breakfast, the pair decided to go out canoeing, as they weren’t too far from a nearby river they often swam in during the summers. In their storage was a two-seated kayak, sitting on top of a trailer. They hitched it to the back of their car and made their way down.
Sam kept stealing looks towards Rose while the latter drove, trying to make note of any changes whatsoever. There was a prominent bulge, but if anything she looked more relaxed than ever. Quietly, she slipped a hand over her stomach. “Curious?” Rose quipped.
“Intrigued, more like,” Sam said back. “It truly amazes me.” She pushed down, and like before nothing came from it.
A short time later, they arrived at the river. It opened down into a lake, roughly half a mile away. There were other families nearby swimming and enjoying their time on the water. “That means you can’t pop a squat if you need to,” Sam laughed.
Rose rolled her eyes. “I won’t be needing that. It’s you I’m worried for. You did use the bathroom before we left the cabin, yes?”
“O-of course I did!”
They got the kayak off of the trailer and into the water, shedding their clothes so that they were clad in bathing suits and shorts, as well as a thick coating of sunscreen. Sam climbed in the front, and Rose pushed her into the water before taking her seat.
The way their kayak was set up, Rose’s legs basically had to straddle Sam’s waist. That meant that she couldn’t close her legs if the need arose, and Sam was looking forward to it.
The pair paddled for the better part of an hour, enjoying the scenery around them. For a while, both girls forgot about Rose’s challenge, and simply just enjoyed time with each other. That is, until they saw the looming clouds in the distance once they came to the lake. It wasn’t too far away, either. “Time to head back,” Sam said. Rose agreed, and they quickly paddled up the river.
Halfway there, the temperature dropped quite a bit, causing a chill to go up Sam’s back. She felt Rose’s legs clench around her and-wait, clench? Stealing a look behind her, for the first time since they got to the cabin Rose wore a look of worry, and seemed to be stressed. “Are you doing okay?”
“Peachy,” Rose shot back. “Let’s just get back, shall we?”
Without another word, the younger woman continued. She heard Rose swearing behind her a couple of times, and felt her legs shifting. Her heart raced: could she finally feel some desperation? Or is it just from the stress of getting back before the storm?
They kept going, and right as they reached the shore it started raining. Quickly getting the kayak back onto the trailer, they climbed inside their car, listening to the rain come down in torrents against the shell.
Rose was trembling, trying to gather herself while sitting behind the wheel. Her hands didn’t quite reach her crotch, but they grabbed the steering wheel to the point where her knuckles turned white. “You okay, love?” Sam asked.
“Peachy,” the older woman squeaked. She fanned her legs in and out, never crossing them. “This is day five, right?”
“Yes,” Sam agreed. “And you’ve drunk quite a bit more than you normally would. I wonder…” Her hand slipped down to Rose’s lower stomach, and she barely had to press to feel the bulge.
“Don’t…” Rose hissed, “Give me a moment…”
Sam chose to ignore that and pushed down, resulting in Rose taking in a sharp breath, clamping her legs together. She shuffled in her seat, squeezing her eyes shut. Her bladder felt swollen and hot under the younger girl’s fingers, and she had to keep herself from pressing even more.
Finally, she relented. Rose took a moment longer to recover, sitting up straight. She relaxed her body and sighed. “That’s the first time that happened,” she laughed. “Congratulations, you’ve got me desperate for a moment.”
“Only for a-”
“Yes. I was a bit worried about the weather catching up to us, and in our rush to get the kayak back on the trailer I was moving around a lot more and faster than I normally would. And to top it off, it started pouring. Imagine shaking a bottle of soda and throwing it around for a half hour.”
“So, you feel fine now?”
Rose nodded. “Absolutely. I’m afraid you’ll have to try a bit harder to get me where you want me.”
With that being said, Rose started the car, making the drive back in the rain. Although she looked back to normal for the most part, Sam took notice of her legs permanently pressed together.
The ride back to the cabin was silent, save for the rain pounding on the windows. Whenever Sam would speak, Rose would respond, if only briefly.
They got back to the cabin, and it was still raining. They made fast work of putting the kayak and trailer in its storage, and clambered inside. Both women were soaked and shivering. "W-Would you like to t-take a shower?" Rose asked.
Sam nodded, kissing her lover on the cheek as she rushed inside the...bathroom? It technically was one, but it only had a functioning tub and shower head. The space where the toilet would’ve been was instead filled with a bigger sink. The pair lost count of how many times that same sink was the reason that they had their makeout sessions in that room.
Not wanting to miss any of Rose’s withering resolve, Sam was in and out of the bathroom in under five minutes. “Your turn,” she said to Rose.
There was a brief pause. It was fleeting, but was never there before and Sam took notice. “I’ll be out in a bit,” the older woman said before retreating to the bathroom.
Sam watched her shadow pouring from under the door, hobbling from foot to foot as the water cut on. Rose practically threw her clothes to the ground, and Sam watched as her girlfriend took an even quicker shower than she did. Was the water getting to her that much now?
The older woman came out of the room, looking just a tad disheveled. The heavy boulder between her legs was protruding without her even trying at this point. After getting dressed, she took a seat next to Sam on the couch, taking in a sharp gasp as she put pressure on her bladder.
“Looks like you’ll need to use your hands soon,” Sam smirked.
“Keep dreaming, love. Rest assured that I won’t be doing that. I can make my bladder wait as long as I tell it to.”
Or so she thought.
Although it seemingly took forever for Rose to finally show signs of needing to release, once she crossed that threshold everything following happened in rapid succession compared to before. Throughout the course of the night, she went from almost relaxed to sitting stiffly, perched on her heel while her hands fiddled with anything nearby: the remote, a pillow, and then eventually her girlfriend’s hand.
That night, neither really slept that well. Rose kept tossing and turning, while Sam couldn’t help but force herself awake to watch her girlfriend unravel. By morning, Rose was visibly shaking.
It rained for the next two days, so the pair stayed inside. The longer time went on, the more it was evident that the possibility of Rose actually squatting over a bush while still at the cabin was within reach. The older woman swore that she wouldn’t, however.
Every time Sam went outside to pee, she dragged Rose along with her to hold the umbrella. The first couple of times she kept her composure, but the last half had her averting her attention to anything that wasn’t her girlfriend relieving herself mere feet away. The younger girl caught her almost, almost holding herself a few times, but at the last second she’d remember and yank them away.
Eight days in, and Rose seemed to be in shambles. She slept just a bit the night before, but Sam woke her up by sitting on her bladder, and the blonde woman was surprised that she didn’t wet herself right then. It did take her a bit to recover, however.
They had to go into town for a little bit to refresh their supplies for the week. Sam agreed to drive, and Rose struggled with the seatbelt. She tried to not use it, but her girlfriend snatched it from her hands and buckled it in for her, savoring the yelp of pain she received.
Driving to the supermarket was tortuous for Rose, who absolutely couldn’t keep still. She kept switching between crossing her legs and bouncing them around, while her hands were gripping at her thighs. The seatbelt was digging into her bladder, and she was struggling with every single bump that the car hit. At one point she reached to unclasp it, but with a burning glare from her girlfriend she kept it on.
They got to the store, and Sam watched as Rose curled into herself. “Please don’t make me go in there,” she begged. “The idea of walking around right now isn’t pleasant.”
“Afraid you’ll dart off to the bathroom?” the younger blonde teased. “What happened to being able to tell your bladder to hold it as long as it needs to? Sounds like it bested you after all.”
Just like that, there was a reignited fire in Rose’s eyes. Taking a few seconds to breathe, she sat up straight, radiating confidence all over again. She suppressed a hiss as the seatbelt relinquished its hold over her bladder, and practically fell out of the car. Sam followed suit, her own eyes glued to her girlfriend’s body.
They made it inside, and Rose grabbed a shopping cart. “You usually insist that I have the cart because you can never navigate an aisle in one direction,” Sam laughed.
“I’ll let you lead the way this time, love,” Rose said. “After you.”
Sam saw her gripping the cart as tightly as she did the steering wheel, but said nothing of it.
Usually, their shopping endeavours could take up to two hours, even longer when they didn’t have a shopping list. Rose had a bad habit of always deciding to pick up things that they didn’t need right as they were ready to check out, so they’d make the trek back to the other side, make their way to the front again, want something else, rinse, repeat.
This time, however, Rose didn’t pipe up even once. Granted, their checklist was quite smaller compared to the one they would have back at home (because they wanted to have to take back as little as possible, so they promised each other to only get what was necessary), and they had the majority of the items on said list within twenty minutes. “Ready to head back?” Sam asked.
When she didn’t get a response, she looked behind her. Rose was standing completely still, looking like a deer caught in highlights. She had one hand on the cart still, and the other dangerously close to holding herself. Sam pretended to not notice, and repeated her question.
The darker haired woman stayed that way for a solid moment, and Sam truly thought that the moment she would move, a huge gusher would get everywhere. Eventually, Rose took a pained step forward, and then another.
They got in line, and Sam made it a point to choose one right next to the bathrooms. Rose kept eyeing it the entire time, glancing back at her girlfriend every so often. She was bouncing in place, trying her hardest to keep still as much as possible while surrounded by bystanders. “Please?” she whispered softly.
Sam only shook her head. “However, I do need to. I think I’ll take advantage of actually having one here.”
Rose’s eyes widened. “You’re lying…”
“Not at all.” Sam gave her a knowing look. “But you can tell yourself to wait, so clearly you don’t need it. Right?”
“R-right,” Rose answered automatically. She seemed to start shaking even more, especially once all of their items were checked out and paid for and they started towards the bathrooms.
Sam made sure to drag Rose in the stall with her, who instantly broke out into the most animated squirming the blonde woman had ever seen her girlfriend do. She was dancing around, pacing in a circle while-and Sam could’ve squealed for joy here-holding herself with both hands. “I can wait, I can wait,” she kept chanting to herself.
“Are you sure about that?” Sam purred, drinking in the sight of her lover on her last legs. “The toilet is right here if you so desperately need it.”
Rose stared long and hard at it, the offer clearly tempting. “But,” Sam continued, “you did say that you could wait as long as needed, and we still have time to spend at the cabin…”
Doubled over, Rose moaned loudly, shaking her head. “I-I don’t...I don’t n-need it,” she gasped.
“You’re practically twisted into a pretzel, I’m sure that you do. But while you decide…” Sam was sitting on the toilet, waiting. In all honesty, her urge to pee wasn’t that bad at all (compared to Rose’s it was like a drop lost in the damn sea). Nonetheless, she had every intention of torturing her girlfriend as much as possible, and this was the perfect opportunity.
“Look at me when I go,” she commanded. Like a moth to a flame, Rose’s eyes were locked onto Sam’s body. The moment she felt them, the younger woman let go of her bladder, sighing in relief as her stream connected with the water underneath. “So much better.”
“I bet,” Rose gritted. She seemed even more contorted, balancing on one leg while the other was wrapped around it.
Once Sam finished, flushed and washed her hands, Rose tried to leave. “We’re not done in here just yet,” the younger woman grinned. “Sit.”
Rose’s eyes widened. “But I’m not-”
“-Not going, correct,” Sam said. “I want you to sit there for five minutes. And then we’ll head back to the cabin, scout’s honor.”
“You want me to…” Rose took a deep breath, uncoiling her legs from each other. “Very well. I can do this.” She sat down, and instantly went back to squirming.
“Keep your legs open, and no hands,” Sam ordered. Rose whimpered, but listened. Instead, her legs jiggled up and down, and her hands clutched at her thighs and shirt.
Sam took immense joy in this. She never thought she’d see the day where her girlfriend was begging her to let her pee, let alone actually watching her squirm. Thinking back on it, Rose had literal gallons of liquids in her bladder at that point, and it was showing. Hell, even a random woman had congratulated her on being “pregnant” while they were shopping, and Rose awkwardly thanked her while trying to hide the fact that she was pregnant, with piss that is.
As much fun as she was having, a promise was a promise, and they had somewhere to be before the groceries spoiled. “Let’s go, love,” Sam said.
Rose wasted no time getting up, the sudden movement jolting her bladder. Her hands flew to her crotch yet again, and she hurried to the door. “You really want the people out there to see you like this?” Sam laughed.
“People that I will literally never see again,” Rose snapped. “It’s either this or I wet myself-” She paled, realizing the words she said.
Sam noticed, and the biggest smirk spread across her face. “Ah, at the point of no return now? You’re at the possibility of wetting yourself?”
Rose vigorously shook her head. “Of course not! I-I was just talking, the words just slipped out. I can...I can…”
“Tell your bladder to wait?” Sam finished for her. “Well, come on then. Let’s head back, shall we?”
They walked out, ignoring the couple of stares Rose got as she hobbled out of the bathroom. She was firmly holding herself, and staggering behind Sam as they got to their car. The groceries got put away, and they got inside.
Sam put her seatbelt on, but Rose didn’t even make an attempt this time. “Put it on or I’m not leaving.”
“It’s ten fucking minutes, please!” Rose cried.
“Afraid you’d wet the seat if you did?” Sam teased. “You’re not that close to losing complete control, are you? I thought the woman who told me several times that she’s waited for days on end-and only went because why not-could hold it just a tad longer, right?”
“I…” For the first time since her hold started, Rose had nothing to say. She seemed to be torn between wanting to tap out of the bet and pushing herself to her limits, and looked to her girlfriend instead. As if she wanted her to decide for her.
“A bet’s a bet,” Sam laughed. Reaching around Rose, she grabbed her belt, clicking it in place. The darker haired woman groaned in pain, breathing heavily.
As Sam drove, Rose seemed to notice the bumps even more than last time, whining and squirming more with every passing second. The younger woman decided to feel her lover’s bladder for the first time, and with the lightest of touches Rose screamed, gargled words tumbling from her mouth as she attempted to pull away from the offending hand. “Please!” she rasped.
As much as she wanted to push, Sam also didn’t want to risk the possibility of cleaning an impossible amount of fluids from the cushion either. Besides, they were pulling up to the cabin anyway.
The moment the car was parked, Rose hopped out of the car, rushing to the front door. “At least give me a hand with the groceries,” Sam said, rolling her eyes. Thankfully it was only a couple of bags, one of which she handed to her girlfriend.
Once inside, the items were quickly put away, and Sam had all of her attention on the squirmy, fidgeting, clearly at her wits’ end girlfriend. Whatever resolve Rose had left was shattering rapidly, and she was reduced to a blubbering mess of her normal self. “You doing okay?”
“Never better,” Rose moaned. “Doing just fine, definitely holding on to over a week’s worth of piss with minimal problems.”
“Eight days, to be exact,” Sam reminded. “Don’t forget that we got here with your bladder already achingly full.”
“How could I forget? It’s not like you had me chugging water every hour by the end of it.”
“Which reminds me.” There was a half-empty bottle of water on the table in front of the couch, and Sam motioned to it. “Drink it. You’re still holding, aren’t you?”
With great reluctance, Rose grabbed the battle, and chugged it. She tossed the bottle to the side and went back to squirming desperately.
The minutes seemed to drag on as Sam watched Rose pace around the room, whimpering every so often. And just think, she was convinced that she’d never get to this point, she laughed to herself. Of course, I just had to prove her wrong. And prove her wrong, I did.
Sam was pulled from her thoughts as a loud moan ripped through the room, and her attention was averted back to her girlfriend. Rose was holding herself tightly, legs crossed three times over. Her shirt was drenched in sweat, as if her body was so full it was releasing its fluids elsewhere. “I...I-I can’t…” she whispered.
“Hm?” Sam said, her curiosity piqued. “What was that, love?”
“I…” The words seemed to fall off of her tongue, but her actions were loud and clear: she had mere moments before she would release her bladder, whether she told herself to or her body did. “I-I need…”
“Need what, sweetheart? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
Suddenly, Rose stilled. No squirming, shaking, anything. The only telltale sign of any emotion was the sheer look of hysteria in her eyes. Then, without no warning, she raced outside. Sam barely had time to think and followed closely behind.
Rose went around the cabin, into the very familiar shrubbery that Sam squatted over a dozen times since they arrived. The taller woman grabbed her pants, almost tearing them off as she squatted down. The moment the fabric was moved out of the way, a thick, foamy stream poured from her lips, sputtering against the ground with a force that could rival a rainstorm.
Sam couldn’t believe it, Rose lost! She was pissing at the cabin, the one place she swore she’d never go. “Looks like someone couldn’t hold it,” she mocked.
Rose didn’t even acknowledge the taunt, sighing in relief as the fluids from her body kept coming, seemingly never ending. The force was just as strong as ever, and the puddle around her was growing rapidly.
After two minutes of peeing, Rose finally managed to speak. “You know that you had me drink about a month’s worth of water and caffeine in less than a week, right?” she said. “I could’ve lasted so much longer if I wasn’t drinking so much.”
“Still lasted a lot longer than I expected,” Sam admitted. “You did so good, love. And yes, it was incredibly hot.”
“Excuse me while I finish, I don’t think my bladder is even half empty yet.” Sure enough, it took another five minutes just for the stream to die down, and another two for it to finally taper off. She stood up, shivering from the relief. “Good God...is my puddle really that big?”
The ground absorbed the majority of it by that point, but the ground was visibly wet, and quite a few feet in diameter. “Either way, I can assure you that I’m impressed,” Sam said. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I think I’m starting to see the appeal,” Rose grinned, pressing a kiss to the younger woman’s temple. “I would be more than happy to do this again.”
“Hmm...how about right now?” |
Finally managed to carve out some time for fun writing; it's been forever! I wanted to write a story for a drawing a did a while back;
...and here it is!
If you like what I've got here, you can commission me! My rates are pretty simple, 2k words for 25$, 3k for 35$ and so on... Regardless, I hope you like what I've got here, let me know what you think in the comments!
Kita was accustomed to feeling tense before a race, though in a manner more akin to that of a coiled spring than anxiety or pressure. In preparation to give it her all, well toned muscles would grow warm and defined, allowing her to feel the power of her body before unleashing it on the field. It was an incredible feeling she'd acclimated to and come to enjoy very much...
What she was not used to was experiencing that sensation down low, specifically, between her legs, alongside a sense of extreme urgency.
Getting settled in the gate, she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other to try and soothe some of the pain. Unfortunately, the effect was quite the opposite. Like a great ball of agony, her bladder sloshed at every motion, the bulging burden pressing outward to strain her tiny running shorts. A quick groan passed her lips as she cradled the swell in the privacy of the gate. The entire thing felt far too overwhelming to have come from the hydration regime she'd been using the past few hours, but it was all too possible the new energy drink she'd experimented with had possessed some diuretic properties... What she wouldn't give to go back in time and knock it out of her hand, this could cost her the race!
At the sound of the starting bell, she whimpered in apprehension, unsure how she might hope to proceed. The horses around her were focused, prepared, and not distracted by things so utterly avoidable... Her status as a favorite seemed tenuous at best given these new circumstances. Ordinarily she was the favorite and a well known tireless athlete... but right now, she just wanted to pee! Even if this was only a practice session, she didn't want to lose any of her hard earned reputation to something as simple as nature's calling, so she made the executive decision to preservere as she always did.
Taking her position, she gulped down a whimper of pain at the intense pressure created by the light crouch. Summoning forth the tireless determination drilled in by her coach, a powerful and solidly built Clydesdale whose visage alone gave inspiration, she fought the urge to pin a hand between her legs. Even as the plumped lips of her pussy rubbed against the form fitting spandex, making her instinct to relieve that much harder to ignore, she remained strong. A little bit of discomfort wasn't going to keep her from winning.
Muscle memory lunged her forward when the gate blasted open, but it didn't save her from the resulting surge of agony. Horses all around her charged forward in the critical first steps, hooves pounding on the dirt, and she used her innate drive to compete to avoid being left behind. Muscular legs propelled her into the ideal position even as a solid mass of liquid weighed her down. It wouldn't have surprised her if the sloshing was audible to anyone nearby, as she felt it with every step, like an ocean trying to bash its way out.
Breathing hard and heavy while sweat prematurely beaded her brow, she made a commitment to herself; she was not going to pee until this race was finished.
While that oath gave her strength, it also gave her a goal; she could relieve herself when the race was done. With that to motivate her, she surged to the front of the pack, teeth grit tight at the pain that came with every step. Though the excercise helped to keep the burden inside, it did nothing to quell the agony of supporting it. Every pump of her legs sent it all bouncing inside of her, resulting in a spasm of pressure like no other at the center of her tormented pussy, and at her pace that resulted in a burst every second. Her urethra might as well have been holding back Niagara Falls for how much every single step hurt.
Passing the halfway point of the track, her entire body began to sweat as she maintained her solid lead, panting hard from the extra exertion of holding it all in. It was a miracle she still had the energy to race, let alone to do well, with everything in her body so focused on one goal. As she was hardly in a position to question good fortune, she didn't bother to. Not even the propsect of victory was propelling her at this point. All she cared about, all she wanted, was relief.
As they came around the final bend, she saw her path almost illuminated before her, as if it had been ordained by fate. Past the finish line, beyond the press, through the locker rooms... A toilet was waiting for her.
Every step closer, however, coincided with an increase in the urgency of her situation. As if it understood that relief was drawing near, her bladder intensified its protests at every step, making her eyes well up at the overwhelming pain that came from keeping it all under control. If she peed even a little before getting somewhere private, it would be documented by the cameras already flashing at the finish line. The idea of such humiliation made holding it just manageable enough for her to keep going, but that didn't stop the pain from making the entire process torture. She could feel her sweat soaked shorts grinding against her pussy more vividly than anything...
In a desperation induced daze, she felt none of the usual joy when she crossed the finish line. Instead, there was only more urgency than ever before. She had seconds left, and she knew it.
Gasping without slowing her pace, she surged past the waiting reporters with only a quick apology, "S-sorry!"
If there was a great cluster of confusion after she passed by, she didn't know, and certainly didn't care. Things were growing more dire with every passing second now, and her eyes were welling up with enough tears that she had to rely on memory to get to the lockers. Heat was intensifying between her legs, enough that she wasn't sure if the sweat and strain was responsible, or if she'd already started to leak. Blinking her eyes more or less clear, she threw a quick prayer to whatever deity might listen as she charged to the doorway. There wasn't even time to adjust her pace.
Barreling into the lockers, she dropped both hands to her crotch and whimpered the moment she was free from prying eyes. Shaking and sweating from more than the race, she dared to hope she'd make it as she ran for the stall. All of this couldn't be for nothing. Even if there wasn't an audience, she didn't want to have an accident! Peeing down her legs a room over from a toilet was not an option, especially for a champion!
Almost unable to walk as her legs twisted together around the hands she'd buried in her crotch, her hooves clopped loudly against the tile for every step, tapping out a bit of a rhythm as she hopped her weight to each in a kind of on the go potty dance. She was close, so close, but she'd never had to pee so much in her entire life. It was the only thing she was capable of thinking of as she took those final hurried steps into the bathroom, her need growing at every heartbeat that she felt in her bulge.
More tears surged to her eyes when she beheld it at last; an open stall, with a single, beautiful toilet gleaming in the harsh light... Relief was so close, she just had to hold it a little longer!
Unfortunately, her proximity to relief and the sight of a shining porcelain throne briefly overwhelmed her, and the next spasm of her bladder made a point to let her know. A hot spurt escaped her urethra and dampened her palms, making her lock her legs together with a cry of pain.
"No! No, no, no, no!!" she keened as movement became too much, the next step threatening her with total and uncontrollable release. Dear God, why now, when she was so close?! She couldn't pee herself here, but if she moved even an inch she knew it was going to come out. Shaking and clenching her thighs together, she languished for a moment that felt like an eternity. She had to go, right now, but it couldn't be done without a mess...
A second squirt made her realize that a leak would be far more easily cleaned than a puddle, and with that, she lunged.
Removing her hands from her crotch, she started pulling down her shorts in a mad dash, tiny spurts escaping her all the while. Feeling the wet droplets rolling down her thighs did nothing to stop her as she staggered into the stall, her damp bottoms and panties sliding down until she stumbled free of both and left them behind. Bare from the waist down, she didn't bother to close the door as she spread her legs and collapsed over the toilet. A thin tinkle left a clear mark of her desperation all the way to the opening of the stall.
Collapsing against the wall, she splayed her hands on the tile as she took the only position she could with what little time she had, spreading her legs over the bowl and squatting just low enough to have some semblance of aim. She didn't even need to consciously open her floodgates.
A loud and euphoric sigh of total bliss passed her lips as she started peeing without restraint, her stream surging like only a racehorse's could into the waiting bowl below. In her standing position there was nothing to muffle the sound, allowing the whole bathroom to fill with the echoes. Her tied tail swished on reflex as the euphoria filled her from head to hoof. Of all the pees she'd ever had, none had ever been this satisfying, or filled her with such raw and primal relief. It was enough to make her moan and squat lower to help it along.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed loudly, quivering as she pushed to help it along. There was no arc in the trajectory, only a straight drop from the sheer force and thickness of the stream aided by gravity. Allowing her head to tilt forward and rest on the cool tile, she whispered in blissful contentment to herself. "I made it..."
"Not entirely."
A voice behind her made her jump, sending her stream briefly to the edge of the bowl and down her thigh before she regained control and got it back on target. Twisting her head around in a panic, she found herself looking at her coach and girlfriend, who stood in the doorway with a pleased smirk. Not at all shy about the predicament, the Clydesdale made no attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes were all but glued on the still surging stream.
"I was wondering where all that extra speed came from." she teased as the much shyer racehorse got her bearings, pale face flushing as the situation dawned on her completely.
"F-Fia!" she whined, unable to stop her stream at its current velocity. Helpless to do anything but swipe her tail at the intruder, she shrunk down and tried to finish up quickly. Even if Fianna had seen her pee before, she'd certainly never watched her lose control like this, especially after making such a show of herself. It was all she could do to huff and keep going. "Come on, don't look!"
Relenting and moving to the side, her trainer chuckled in the cocky way she did before delivering good news, speaking up to be heard over the still surging stream. "I just thought you might want to know you broke the track's record in person..."
"I... I did?" Kita gasped, so surprised her flow briefly fluctuated before she got it back on track. Time had felt like a blur, but surely she hadn't been that fast? Suddenly she could recall not seeing anyone around her, and how they must have all been leagues behind, unable to keep up to her in the throes of desperation. Taking another breath and pushing to finish up her lagging stream, she sighed softly as the full relief began to settle over her alongside the news. Not only had she managed to avoid an accident, she'd run better than ever before! That was certainly worth celebrating!
"Yup. Maybe we should start getting you desperate more often." Fia said, only sounding half kidding as she mused on the idea. Too relieved to do anything but huff at the idea, the Champion mare blushed hard as she finished up, her final tinkles pattering into the full bowl as her lover took the opportunity to tease her once again. "You look adorable when you have to go."
"Do not!" she replied in a bashful whine, blushing hard as her girlfriend reappeared behind her holding her wet shorts and panties. She'd done more than a number on both, and was more thankful than ever for her spares.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up, redressed, with a story together before we head out to greet that crowd, huh?" Fia offered, tossing the soiled bottoms into a laundry bin before going to grab some fresh clothes. Letting out a long breath at the crisis she'd just averted, Kita cleaned herself as best she could, taking a fair amount of toilet paper to wipe the mess from her light fur. It was, at least, a lot less than she had feared she'd be cleaning.
Yet, despite that, she found herself not entirely adverse to repeating the incident. Solely for the victory, of course...
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(With WarioWare:Get it together coming out soon and having a demo now,i wanted to make a story starring a Warioware character. Plus there has been a few toilet related microgames throughout the series.)
"Alright mom! I'm off!" 9-Volt yelled as he hopped on his skateboard and zoomed away from his house. His mother waved at him with a smile and then went back inside the house while taking a sip from her morning tea. 9-Volts mother (Otherwise known as 5-Volt) was now alone in her house doing her usual morning routine.
"Hmm...Maybe i'll do some bodybuilding today..." 5-Volt thought as she entered the kitchen. She placed the now empty cup of tea in the sink and went to check the fridge. Upon opening it,she noticed how little food there was in it. She then checked the cabinets and they too were missing a few things.
"Looks like i'm gonna have to do some shopping..." 5-Volt said. She went to the door and grabbed her keys. The mother then entered her car and drove off in the direction of the shops. The drive was pretty calm up until she heard a car horn. She stopped the car and noticed the long line of cars in front of her. 5-Volt let out a sigh and leaned into her seat,waiting for the other cars to get a move on. Several minutes had passed and she had only driven a short distance away from where she was first. To make matters worse,she begin feeling a familiar pang in her body.
"Hmm...forgot to use the bathroom..." 5-Volt said to herself. It seemed like the tea she drank had gone through her quicker than she had expected. She looked around and there were still cars in front of her. 5-Volt still smiled.
"I'll just go when i arrive at the shops." She said to herself.
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"My...Finally..." 5-Volt said as she drove at a faster pace. Now that there was no longer a traffic jam,she was able to continue driving at her usual speed. With no other car lines in sight,it didn't take much longer for her to arrive at the shopping district. She stepped out of her car and grabbed her bags. 5-Volt began humming while making her way to the supermarket. She grabbed a shopping cart and began looking for all the food she'd need.
"Let's see here...First we need steak." She said as she looked at the top of the list. She went at the Meat section and grabbed the amount of steak she needed. She continued making her way through the market. However,every once in a while she began feeling the same pressure in her body,only a bit stronger. But she shrugged it off.
"I can take care of it later. Getting food is more important." She said to herself as she put another item in her car. She continued going through the store until she got every item on her list. Once that was done,she went to the check out while humming. However,her mood turned slightly sour when she noticed yet another line. This time of people instead of cars. She pouted and looked around. There were no other registers open,so she had no choice but to wait. And now that she was standing still,her bladder began signalling her once again. 5-Volt tapped her feet and waited for her turn.
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"That'll be 60 coins,please." The cashier said. 5-Volt dug through her purse and gave the cashier the coins. She stood there,still tapping her feet while waiting for the cashier to give her the change.
"Here you go ma'am!"
"Thank you." 5-Volt replied and put the coins back in her bag. She began putting all her food in a few bags. And with barely any effort,she carried them out of the store.
"Heh! That work out routine has really paid off!" 5-Volt said to herself as she began making her way back to the car to put the bags in. After putting the bags in,she entered the car and then thought of something.
"Maybe i should get some new clothes for 9-Volt." She said to herself. She had noticed that a lot of his clothes had become to small for him,so a trip to the clothes store seemed like a good idea while she was here. She started her car up and began driving towards the clothes store. But thanks to another jolt going through her body,she remembered her need to pee. She exhaled and tried to ignore the pressure once again.
"I'll use a toilet after i'm done with this." She thought.
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5-Volt entered the clothes store and looked around for something her son would like. Both she and her son loved one thing more than anything else: video games. So she began looking for shirts with video game characters on them. However,all she saw were plain shirts. 5-Volt crossed her legs and looked kept looking around. She remembered there being a section with video game-themed,but her thoughts kept being interrupted by her bladder urging her to relieve herself.
"Are you looking for something,ma'am?" A voice said. 5-Volt turned around and saw a familiar face: Mona. A girl that had so many jobs,seeing her work here wasn't that much of a surprise.
"Oh. Hi,Mona! I'm looking for shirts for 9-volt." 5-Volt replied.
"Ah! Okay! We got those! Please,follow me!" Mona said while beckoning. 5-Volt followed her. But with every step she took,she felt a twinge in her body.
"Here you go,Mrs. Volt. I'm sure your son will love these!" Mona said as she pointed at the collection. 5-volt thanked Mona. But before Mona left to continue her work,5-Volt made sure to ask her something.
"Uhh...Are there any restrooms in this store?"
"Oh,yeah. But uhh...Unfortunately,They're for employees only." Mona replied.
"Can't you make an exception? I need to go pretty badly right now." 5-Volt said. Rubbing her legs together tighter in an attempt to prove her point.
"I'm sorry. But i don't want Joe to get mad at me for breaking the rules." Mona said. 5-Volt sighed and thanked her for her help regardless. At least she had found where the clothes were located. Now all she had to do was pick a few and then return home.
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5-volt entered her car and took a moment to place her hands between her legs.
"Just a bit more. All i have to do is drive home and then i'll be able to...." 5-volt said. Stopping mid-sentence when she remembered something.
"Mom! Look! I got an A for today's test!" 9-volts voice said.
"Congratulations! I'm proud of you sweetie!" 5-volt replied while clapping. She then hugged her son.
"So umm....remember the promise you made?" 9-volt asked. 5-volt chuckled and patted her son.
"I'll buy you that game as promised..." 5-volt replied.
"Whoooo! Yeah! Thank you mom!" 9-volt said.
5-volts eyes widened after remembering those words. Her bladder was protesting,but she was already shopping.
"One more trip." She said to herself.
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Thankfully,The ride to the game store didn't take very long. And all she had to do was find the game,buy it and then head home. Easy right? 5-volt made her way through the small gaming store. The store was a little crowded,so she bumped into a few customers while looking for the game. Eventually,she found the game she was looking.
"Oh,thank the Power Stars! Alright,time to go!" 5-volt said. She made her way to the register and then groaned. There was a line yet again. Granted,it was way shorter than the one at the supermarket,but it still meant her trip home would be delayed a little. She placed her purse in front of her and crossed her legs while shaking her body to try and ease the pressure.
"C'mon. Hurry up!" 5-volt said,feeling more impatient than usual thanks to her bladder. She almost yelled that sentence,but she was well aware of how scary she could be when angry and she didn't want to give everyone in the store a heart attack. So she ultimately stayed quiet and waited for her turn.
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"Ah! Finally! I need to go so badly!" 5-volt said as she began to start up her car. She tried driving as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit. Her bladder was begging for release now and the last thing she needed now was to he pulled over. She crossed her legs while sitting and she was sweating and gritting her teeth. And her frustration only increased when she saw a few cars up ahead stopping for a traffic light.
She whined and jammed both of her hands between her legs. She looked around to try and take her mind of off her bladder,but nothing was working.
"C'mon! Please hurry! I need to go!" 5-volt said. Suddenly,she heard a car beeping. The sudden noise startled her and nearly made her released all that urine. She turned around and saw the car behind her angrily pressing the car horn. She looked at the stoplight and her face beamed as she saw the green light. She immediately speed of then then slowed down to comply with the speed limits.
"C'mon! Just a few more minutes!" 5-volt said.
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The car came to a screeching halt and 5 volt quickly stepped out of the car. She was about to grab all the stuff in the car,but she stiffened up when she felt another jolt going through body.
"I gotta pee! Gotta pee! Gotta pee!" She said to herself. All the groceries could wait. Right now she had to relieve herself.
Speed up!
Stage 1
Open the door!
She bolted towards the door while holding both hands between her legs.
3
She began digging through the her purse for the keys.
2
"C'mon! Where is it! Where is it?!" She said as she hastily dug through it.
1
She pulled her hand out of the purse and saw the key. She hastily unlocked the door and entered the house.
Excellent!
Stage 2
Relieve yourself!
She ran to the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her.
3
She turned around and had a look of joy upon looking at the toilet behind her.
2
The sight of it however,made her bladder ache even more. So she quickly walked to it and hastily took of her apron. She them yanked down her pants and then her panties.
1
She turned around and plopped down on the toilet. 5-Volt was no longer able to hold it and let out a torrent of pee into the toilet bowl.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!" 5-volt sighed. Her face flushed red as she leaned her body forward. Her stream continued cascading down the toilet,filling the bathroom with the sounds of splattering water. And along side those noises were a few sighs of relief that she couldn't hold back.
"Oh. Thank the stars i made it. I was on the verge of having an accident." She said to herself. However,the feeling of relief soon came to an end. Her stream weakened and then completely stopped. 5-Volt reached for the roll of toilet paper and used a few squares to wipe herself. Once she was clean,she dropped the paper in the toilet and got up. After pulling up her pants and panties,she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
"Ah...that felt so great. Hmm...Maybe i'll try testing my limits a bit more often." She said to herself.
"Ehh..Maybe. Right now,i have to take everything out of the car." She said as she exited the bathroom with a smile.
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Yancy already kind of has to pee before she gets on the ferris wheel with Nate, but she does not say anything because she is a little embarrassed to just come out and say it like that. She is sure that she can wait until after they get back off the ride, and then she will be able to head to the bathroom, which is pretty close by, without it being that big of a deal. Right now, the urge is only slight, and she knows that the ferris wheel is going to be pretty romantic, something that she does not want to miss.
Normally, the line is pretty long, but right now, there is hardly any line, so they are guaranteed to be able to get on, another reason that she should not delay this for a very slight need to pee. She is going to be just fine, and she and Nate will have a great time on the ferris wheel, and everything will be fine. Better than fine, even; she is sure that everything will be just perfect.
The two sit across from each other, and the ride starts off, and it is a slow ascent, nice and comfortable, until slowly, more and more of the world around them comes into view. Nimbasa is always so beautiful, but especially at night, when everything is lit up, and the higher they go, the more of that they are able to see. Yancy knows now that this was not a mistake, and that it is every bit as romantic as she was told that it would be. She has pretty much forgotten the fact that she needs to pee, more focused on taking in the view, occasionally glancing over to Nate, so that she can see the look of excitement on his face.
It only makes him that much more endearing to her, and her heart races as she wonders just what is going to happen while they are suspended above the city, the bright lights sprawling out beneath them, with no one else around to hear them, or interrupt anything that might happen. It only makes sense for her to be a little excited about all of that, and that is more than enough to take her mind off of her steadily filling bladder. By the time they have made it to the top, she has forgotten entirely, more focused on the view and on her date.
Each time someone makes it to the top, the ride pauses for a little while, to give them a chance to enjoy what they see. That is why it takes so long to get up here, and it will take just as long to get back down, once they have had their turn looking out over the city. For a while, she just takes it in, not sure if she should say anything, or if that would ruin the moment. Her heart is racing a bit too much for her to think about making any sort of move, but Nate is right there in front of her, and whenever she catches his eye, she almost feels like she should go for it anyway, just to see what would happen.
However, she is not able to get up the nerve to do it, and Nate does not make any moves either, likely just as nervous as she is. Time continues to pass slowly, or at least, it feels like it is passing slowly. She would have expected their turn up here to fly by, and feel like it was over too soon, but it is starting to feel like they have been up here even longer than anyone else.
“Is it just me,” Nate speaks up, almost as soon as this thought enters her mind, “or have we been up here for a long time?”
“It does feel like it,” Yancy replies, but then she blushes, thinking of something she could say next, to move things along. “But I really don’t mind, as long as I’m with-”
“Attention, passengers,” a voice crackles through the small speaker in their cart. “We’ve run into a bit of technological trouble, so I ask for your patience while we get it sorted out.” The voice goes on to assure them that this is nothing to panic about, and that they will have the ferris wheel moving again as soon as possible, but until then, that they should remain right where they are, try not to panic, and continue to enjoy the lovely view.
Which is a lot easier said than done, because this announcement reminds Yancy of what she feels like is a very real reason to panic. She still has to pee, and it has gotten worse as they have sat up here. It was easy enough to forget it when caught up in the romance of the moment, and trying to figure out how to make a move on Nate, but now that she realizes she has no idea when she will actually get to go back down, she is starting to get really nervous.
If it were just the normal amount of time, she would have been okay. She knew before she got on that she would be fine in that case, but with these delays, she has no idea what to think. If it really is a quick fix, then she has nothing to worry about, but this could take hours, for all she knows. They did not give any real details, probably because they have no idea how long it is going to take, and if it takes too long, there is no way that she is going to be able to hold it, which is the worst, most humiliating thing that she could imagine right now.
Nothing would ruin the romance of the moment more than her peeing herself, and she is certain that that would ruin everything with Nate, and that he would be quick to cut things off once they got off the ride. No matter what, she has to make sure that she does not ruin things with him, but she can only hope that the repairs are quick enough that that does not become a risk.
“If only they didn’t look the doors on these carts,” Nate says, speaking up suddenly. “If I could get us out of here, Braviary could fly us to the ground really easily, but I bet they don’t want us taking matters into our own hands like that.”
“Probably not,” Yancy agrees, grateful for some conversation to help her take her mind off of things. “They don’t want to be held liable if you hurt yourself during your own escape attempt.”
“Even though I’d be doing it on my own, and it would have nothing to do with them. Well, except for their faulty machinery getting me stuck in the first place,” he says with a sigh. “They just want to fix everything themselves, so there really isn’t anything we can do but wait.”
“It won’t take very long, I’m sure,” she says, even though she is not sure at all. She just hopes that, by saying it out loud, she might be able to reassure herself, not wanting to have to worry so much about all of this, but she mentions none of this to Nate, not wanting him to know just how agitated she is right now. It is hard not to squirm in her seat, and she knows if she has to stay like this for much longer, she will not be able to sit still.
That is another problem that she did not think about. Not only does she have to hold it until they get back to the ground, but she also has to make sure that she does not do anything to make her desperation obvious to Nate. This is going to be even harder than she thought, and she finds that conversation does not take her mind off of it at all, and that it is hard not to be discouraged, the more that she thinks about it. With no option other than to simply hold it, with no idea of when the wait will be over, it is no wonder that she has no idea how she is supposed to be optimistic about the situation.
“At least we have the best view for the long wait,” Nate says after a moment. “It looks great up here.”
“It does!” she agrees quickly. Maybe, if things start to get romantic again, then they might make some progress in their budding relationship, and she might be able to forget how worried she is about the whole bladder situation. Maybe, but she kind of doubts it, and Nate drops the topic right after, just staring out at the city beneath them, and saying nothing else.
Yancy looks out as well, shifting a bit in her seat while he is not paying attention to her. How long has it been by now? Probably not very long at all, but every second that passes feels like an eternity as her bladder continues to ache and throb, demanding more and more attention from her, until she finds it impossible to stay still for very long, and she hopes that Nate does not notice every time that she shifts a bit in her seat, trying to keep herself from panicking as it grows steadily worse.
But when he speaks up again, he says something that she is not expecting to hear. “I just wish I’d known this was going to happen, cos I would have gone to the bathroom first,” he says with a nervous laugh. “But I guess if I’d known, I just wouldn’t have gotten on to begin with.”
This catches her attention, and when she looks closer at him, she can see that he looks a little uncomfortable, and that his smile seems a little forced. It isn’t that she is happy about Nate being desperate as well, but it does at least make her feel a little bit better to know that she is not alone. And though it will still be embarrassing to admit to, or even show signs of her need, she knows that he is going through the same thing, and will not think any less of her for it.
This is at least a positive, and she matches his nervous smile as she says, “I actually have to go too. I was hoping to go to the bathroom right after we got off here, but now…”
“Well, I’m sure we can both make it,” he says, giving her a much brighter smile, one that does not feel as forced. She feels better just from having Nate encourage her, and decides that she can make it, just the same as he can. “It just won’t be fun to wait, but we can handle it.”
“Of course we can,” Yancy agrees with a nod, and for a little while, that is enough to make her feel better about the whole situation. However, it is not long before she is squirming again, unable to stay still, but when she glances at Nate, she can see that he is fidgeting, his legs pressed close together, a look of discomfort on his face as he glances out the window, tapping a finger against it.
Yancy bites her lip, and once again wishes for any sort of movement, anything that might bring the two of them closer to the ground. Though it is nice to know that she is not alone, she also now has to worry for Nate as well as herself, and she really does hope that they can both make it. She still has no desire to wet herself, even if Nate will understand, and she also does not want him to end up in that situation, even though she knows that she will be understanding, and that it will not effect her feelings for him in the slightest.
As time continues to pass, it becomes apparent that this is not at all a quick fix, because they have been stuck for quite a while now. Yancy is beginning to grow frantic, and she is not sure how long she will be able to make it like this, especially while trying to not act too openly desperate. Merely knowing that Nate is desperate as well does not make her feel much better about squirming around too much, or doing something as childish as holding herself.
It seems like they are never going to get out of here, and she knows that she does not have much time left. Whenever she looks to Nate, he appears to be a little bit more agitated, so she knows that things can’t be easy for him, and she does not know why this had to happen to them. All they wanted was to enjoy the ferris wheel together, excited to see there was a short line and hurrying to take their turn. If they had just gone to the bathroom first, they might have been able to avoid this situation entirely, and even if they had still gotten stuck, they at least would have gotten stuck with empty bladders.
“I’m starting to get a little nervous about this,” Nate mumbles, as if talking to himself. But he looks up then and tries to force a smile. “But I’m sure we’ll be fine, so don’t worry!”
“I just don’t know about that,” Yancy replies, deciding to be honest with him. It is embarrassing, but she needs to get it out there that she is having her doubts about her own ability to hold it until the end, especially if Nate might be having his own doubts about that sort of thing. “I mean, it’s just…it’s been a long time, and it’s getting really bad.”
He shares a sympathetic, understanding look with her as he says, “But we can’t just give up! As long as we keep trying, I mean…it’s okay if we can’t make it, but we at least need to keep trying.”
“I will, I was just saying…I mean, I was just warning you, I don’t want you to…”
“I’m not going to think any less of you if you can’t,” he says, “just as long as you promise not to think any less of me if I can’t.”
“I would never,” she agrees, and though that makes her feel a little better in her heart, it does nothing for her body, and her bladder is still screaming for relief. Finally unable to help it anymore, she pushes a hand into her lap, trying to do whatever she can to make this wait a little bit more bearable. She is not sure how she is going to make the mad dash to the bathroom once they get back on ground, but that is something that she will worry about when the time comes, and not a moment sooner.
Right now, she just needs to think about making it until the ferris wheel starts to move again, and she will worry about things from there, taking it all as it comes. Holding herself does help a little bit, but not very much, and it is still incredibly humiliating to do, making her cheeks burn as she tries not to make eye contact with Nate. However, when she steals a glance at him, she sees that he is not looking at her either, but rather, he has started holding himself as well. They are both squirming back and forth in their seats, neither of them able to hold still for even a second, both fighting a battle that there is no guarantee they can win.
Yancy does not want to be the first to lose, but it hits her all at once, a wave of desperation so powerful that there is nothing she can do to fight back against it. She yelps, catching Nate’s attention as a burst of liquid leaks out of her, and though she clamps down, redoubling her efforts, there is nothing she can do to stop another leak, and then another, until it is not a leak at all, and she is flooding her panties, moving her hand aside because it is already getting soaked.
“No, no, not yet,” she whimpers, but there is no helping it. Nate looks away as she begins completely wetting herself, trying to give her a bit of privacy, but there is nothing that can really make this situation any better for Yancy. She can’t believe all of this is happening, when all she wanted was to have a romantic night, and she can only hope that Nate meant it when he said that he would never think less of her for this. Of course, she knows that is the sort of guy that he is.
But as her stream starts to slow to a stop, her aching bladder finally empty, she looks up at him to see if she can read into any sort of reaction, but instead, she sees Nate blushing furiously, staring out the window, as a dark patch begins spreading across the lap of his shorts. It seems that he did not make it much longer than she did, that neither of them were able to make it to the ground. Though Yancy did not necessarily want Nate to wet himself, she is kind of glad that she was not the only one, that she had him to share in the situation with her. Already, she feels a little bit better about it.
Of course, as soon as they are both empty, an announcement comes over the speakers and the ferris wheel begins to move, as they are informed that the repairs were finally completed, and that everyone should be making their way to the ground soon enough. They are thanked for their patience, but Nate and Yancy are a little less than pleased about the timing.
But once they exchange a glance, neither can help but laugh at the situation.
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Riruka’s agitation is obvious to you, but you aren’t sure if you are supposed to say something or not. The two of you are going to be back home soon enough, and you hope that she is able to last that long, though, once again, you are not sure if you should even bring the problem up. You do not want to embarrass her with it, and you are fairly certain that she would be horribly embarrassed by it, and that is the only reason that she is not mentioning it at all, no matter how obvious it may be that she needs to pee.
Your girlfriend probably has some sort of aversion to public bathrooms, which would not surprise you at all, considering how picky she can be about most things, but the two of you have been out for a while, all at her insistence. She had a lot of shopping to get done, dragging you along so that you could carry her bag, and after frequently stopping for snacks and drinks, it only makes sense that she has to pee now. If she were to ask to stop somewhere, you would not mind at all, but since she won’t bring it up, you are fairly certain that means that you’re supposed to pretend that you do not notice the obvious way that she is squirming around right now, the strain starting to show in the way that she walks.
The two of you will be home soon, so if she can just wait until then, she will be fine. You still can’t help but worry about her, all as you pretend not to notice the stiffness to her walk, and the way she keeps biting her lip, clearly nervous. The fact that she does not attempt to stop in any shops on the way home, prolonging your trip like she normally does, is pretty telling, in regards t just how desperate she is to not waste anymore time like this.
Finally, the two of you arrive, heading up so that you can let her in. You can tell that things are getting urgent for her, as she has not said a word for a while, obvious signs of agitation only becoming that much more obvious, and all the while she never says a word of it to you, too embarrassed by such a simple need, even though she should know by now that you would never tease her for something like that.
So close now, you stop worrying, certain that, if she made it this far, then she can definitely make it all the way. The thought that she might lose control at the last minute never occurs to you, and you feel premature relief for her, not bothering to worry for her a second longer. So when she freezes up right outside the bathroom door, letting out a strangled groan, you can hardly believe it, even though it is happening right in front of you.
Riruka is pissing herself.
At first, you are so stunned that all you can do is stand there, as a hand flies between her legs, pushing her already short skirt up so much that you are able to get a bit of a view of her panties, and even of the stain spreading across them as she loses control. And though she does fight to regain control, there is nothing that she can do about it now, having already lost it completely, unable to stop the flood now that it is out. She was so close, but she was already at her limit, and there is nothing she can do about that.
There is nothing you can do about it either, which is why you watch helplessly as the streams begin to run down her legs, oddly fascinated, not sure what to make of how you feel right now. At least until she looks up at you, tears making her eyes look that much bigger as she snaps, “Wh-what are you looking at?! Stop staring at me, you creep!”
You turn around then, and are surprised by how much you regret that you have to, which you know is completely wrong of you, since Riruka does not want you looking anyway. There is no way to deny that this has effected you in a very strange way, and you feel bad for her, of course, but at the same time, you really don’t mind that she just wet herself in front of you. Which she seems to have picked up on, or she was just lashing out like she always does, but either way, you know you will not make it out of this without her figuring you out.
You try and stay looking away from her, like you know she wants you to, but after a moment, when you hear her sniffling, you can’t help but turn around. There is a large puddle at her feet and her skirt, despite mostly being pushed out of the way, has still gotten wet. She is soaked and has her head hung low, crying in her humiliation, and right then, nothing else matters to you, other than trying to make her feel better.
You pull Riruka into a tight a hug, which surprises her, and she tries to twist away from you, protesting that you’re being weird, you’re being gross, you’re going to get wet, just stop, but you ignore those protests, because you know her well enough by now to know when she actually just needs to be reassured. You hold her like this until she finally starts to settle down, sobbing against your chest as you hold her.
“I’m supposed to be…I’m supposed to be all clean and cute,” she wails. “But now I’ve ruined everything!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you haven’t ruined anything. Your clothes will get clean, and it’s just you and me here,” you reply, in a low, soothing tone.
“But what about you? Now that you saw me, I…”
“Riruka, you know that isn’t…” you start, before hugging her tighter. “If you think that’s going to change how I feel about you…”
But rather than taking comfort in that, she snaps, “I knew it! I knew it, you really are into that! You creep, you pervert, you…you…that’s so disgusting!” Though she says all of this, you can’t help but notice that she does not try and pull out of your embrace, does not even attempt to pull back, and after a moment of silence, you can hear the way her breathing has started to shift.
Slowly, shyly, she looks up at you, her cheeks almost as pink as her hair as she says, “Well, you are into it, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t know I was,” you reply, “and I was trying not to think about that, since you were upset.”
“Well, it was still really obvious, so there. You really are a creepy perv, you know that? But since you’re being so nice to me, and since I know you won’t tell anyone…I guess I can help you out wit that,” she mumbles, looking away again as she says it. You decide to be polite, and not ask her if the reason for her change of heart is because she has realized that she might be a little bit into this too.
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A/N: A series of fic commissions I've been doing on each girl's birthday, as commissioned by my fiance, starting with Fischl. Barbara is missing from the order because he didn't get omo for her that time, but yeah!
The biggest clue that something is not right with Fischl is the fact that she is being so quiet. The two of them have spent quite a lot of time adventuring together now, and Aether is more than used to all of the talking that she tends to do. Not that he has a problem with it; quite the opposite, really, and that is one of the main reasons that he wants to keep her close all the time.
He is very fond of her, and loves everything that she does, all of the little things that make her herself. So, the fact that she is being uncharacteristically quiet is more than enough reason for him to worry about her, and think that there might be some sort of problem. The first time that he asks her, she brushes him off, when he had been expecting her to at least go into some elaborate explanation of how she is just fine, and how foolish he is to assume anything else.
Instead, she just brushes him off, with such a brief sentence that it seems as if it comes from another person altogether. There is definitely something wrong with Fischl, but Aether is not sure about how he can get to the bottom of this. If she wanted him to know, he wants to believe that she would have told him by now, and that, if she is keeping it to herself, then that means that this is none of his business.
At least, that is what he tells himself for a while, but it is hard not to be worried about her, when she is acting so different, and when she will not tell him what the problem is. If he is really not supposed to bother her about it, then he wants to leave her alone, but if she needs his help in any way and just does not know how to ask, he does not want her to feel like she can’t ask for help, like he will not help her in any way that he possibly can. If there is anything that he can do for her, of course he is going to.
But Fischl brushed him off that first time, and he is afraid to make her angry by continuing to push the issue, if she really wanted him to leave her alone. Instead, he decides to try and figure out the problem for himself, even though she probably really doesn’t want him to know at all. If it is nothing he can help with, then he will just pretend not to know, but if it is something serious, he is going to find his way to help her, no matter what.
The problem is, he can’t come up with anything unusual, beyond the fact that she is being really quiet, having barely spoken a word since he asked her if everything is okay. That must suggest some level of discomfort, but then, what is the source? It can’t have been something he did…can it? Aether tries to think back on another that may have upset Fischl so much that it would have left her silent, but he can only imagine her getting more vocal while angry with him, rather than less. He just can’t imagine her actually bottling things up like that, when she could just let him have it, and lecture him for causing any sort of problem.
He won’t say that it is impossible that this is all his fault, but he is going to rule that out for now, focusing instead on her body language, trying to look for any signs that she might be feeling sick. He does notice that there is something strange about the way she is walking, a sort of stiffness that is not normally there, and there is an expression on her face that he finds it difficult to read. She seems distracted, a faraway look in her eye, and her lips are pressed tight together, which definitely suggests discomfort.
Aether is coming up blank, but if he can help Fischl, he really does want to.
Meanwhile, Fischl is rather glad that he seems to be completely oblivious, because she needs him to remain that way for the time being, until she is able to come up wit a solution to the problem that is getting more pressing by the second. Truth be told, she is running out of time, and she still does not know what to do. The obvious thing is to simply excuse herself, but in order to do that, she has to actually have an excuse, or otherwise tell him outright what she has to do.
She has to get away from him, but since it is just the two of them, out exploring together, there is no chance for her to slip away without being noticed. If she were to just ask, she is sure that Aether would not think any less of her, and yet, she just can’t bring herself to call attention to her need. It feels like debasing herself, and that is the last thing that someone of her standing should do. On the off chance that it does cause him to think less of her, she doubts that she would ever be able to recover from such humiliation.
No, far better to keep it a secret that she desperately needs to pee right now, even though she knows that she can’t last forever, and even though she knows that she is going to have to do something about this soon. Even though she knows that simply owning up to it would be the best course of action.
The need came on slowly, and she was distracted in the beginning, barely even noticing it. She likes to be with Aether, because he makes her feel like it really is okay to be herself. In situations like that, it is all too easy for her to get carried away. She could easily ignore the slight pangs of discomfort, telling herself that she would worry about it later, but then later came, and there was still nothing she could do about it, the need growing steadily worse as she struggled to put it out of her mind, falling silent and growing distant due to all of the strain.
And so, that is how she finds herself out in the middle of nowhere, so desperate to pee that she can think of nothing else, and so determined to keep Aether from finding out that she knows she is just pushing him away and making him worry more about her. If she were to just tell him what the problem is, he at least might not worry so much, but her embarrassment about the state she is in is too strong, and so she just remains silent, ignoring his obvious concern as she tries, and fails, to come up with a plan to deal with this.
Obviously, her only option is to just tell him, but now, since she has been so quiet and distant about it all, even that does not feel like a valid choice anymore. Immediately, he will know that that was the only reason she has been acting this way, and even if he wouldn’t have thought anything of it before , she is sure that he will think less of her now, even if it is just because she has been so needlessly shy about something like this.
Things are getting really bad for her, so much so that she is struggling to even walk properly, and she prays he does not notice just how stiff she has become, all to try and prevent leaks. She is not going to be able to hold back forever, and he shows no sign of even considering turning back, not that she is sure she would be able to make it somewhere private, even if the two of them were to turn back right now. There is really no other choice for her but to be honest, and still she can’t bring herself to open her mouth, struggling to find the right words, to make herself sound even slightly less pathetic than she actually is.
Fischl is just completely out of luck, no matter how she looks at it. Honesty is her only option here, and no matter how Aether looks at her for it, it is definitely going to be better than whatever might happen to her if she wets herself. That would be the worst possible outcome, something that she would never be able to recover from. This might feel like an impossible situation, but it is probably nowhere near as bad as she imagines, and the chance to recover from her embarrassment is still there. If she loses control and wets herself like a little girl, then she knows that there is no chance at all, and that Aether will never want to bring her along ever again.
Just when she has set her mind on it, just when she is ready to face whatever she has to in order to avoid that humiliation, she is horrified to discover that it is already too late. She finds herself frozen in place, mouth hanging open, her request to be excused stopped before it comes out, as her bladder finally gives up on her. A strong spurt has already gushed out of her, and in her panic, she is too late to try and stop it from turning into something more, until she is fully wetting herself, just a few feet behind Aether, who is completely oblivious to what is going on.
It all comes out of her so quickly, feeling as though it is just pouring into her clothing, until it soaks through, running down her legs and gushing to the ground beneath her, and there is nothing at all that she can do now, not when it is all too obvious. All at once, a panicked idea comes to her, that she could try and run off, disappearing on him before he sees her in this state, but a cracked whimper finds its way past her lips, and Aether has already turned to face her. It is already too late for her, in every regard.
It takes him a moment to process what he sees, and even when she whimpers, “Don’t look,” he still finds himself frozen in place in his surprise. Somehow, it never occurred to him that this could be the problem, but now, it all makes too much sense to him. And when the tears start to fall, he feels absolutely terrible, both for not looking away when he was asked, and for not realizing the problem sooner, not doing more to make her feel comfortable and help her out.
In an instant, he is pulling her close, despite her protests. It does not matter to him if he gets wet in the process, because as far as he is concerned, he deserves that for not understanding her needs. She still relaxes in his arms, as he murmurs, “Come on, why are you crying?”
“B-because!” she hiccups. “A princess of the imnernachtreich shouldn't fall victim to such things…but I still…I still…”
“That’s not your fault, and it has nothing to do with being a princess or not, and definitely nothing to do with my loyalty to you as your knight,” he replies, hoping that he can find the words to properly comfort her. The only thing he wants to do now is make sure that she feels better. He needs her to understand that he is never going to think less of her for this sort of thing, and that he is always going to be there to support her, just as he is. Neither of them have admitted to any deeper feelings yet, but he hopes that his love for her shows through either way.
Fischl lets him keep holding her for quite some time, and as he says his words of comfort, she does not protest them quite as much. It will likely be a while before he can completely ease her worries, but at least the two of them are off to a good start. No matter what it takes, he is going to make things better for her.
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A/N: This one is a bit more sexually charged, there's some direct piss drinking, but it centers on Lisa!
Aether has been a big help to Lisa lately, doing whatever she needs done. Her job is a busy one, or at least that is what she insists when she asks him to assist her, and he is more than willing to do whatever she needs done. He absolutely adores her, and she adores him in return, especially when he is there to give her what she needs. As it turns out, the amount of tasks that need to be done during the day can actually be handled by one person, and right now, that one person is Aether.
He works hard enough that there is no work actually left for Lisa, not that she minds that at all. She prefers it this way, where she can focus on what she really needs to; her personal reading and research, and perhaps a fair bit of relaxing mixed in with all of that. In her opinion, life is a lot better with a dutiful assistant to take care of anything and everything that she would rather not do.
But after hours of sitting around doing nothing, not even bothering to get up at any point, she soon realizes that she has another task for Aether to take care of. Fortunately for her, it is now closing time, so the two of them will soon be alone in the library, once he makes sure that everyone else has left. Not a moment too soon, because Lisa has put this off long enough that she is not even sure if she is able to get up.
“Is there anything else you need help with?” Aether calls out, as he comes back to her desk. The two of them are alone now, and he can make himself very useful to her.
“I do need your help with something,” she replies, wondering if he can sense the slight strain in her voice. Her bladder is absolutely throbbing now, and she has to press her thighs together to feel like she has even a chance of holding back until he is on his knees in front of her. She has managed to ignore and neglect her need for long enough now, just waiting for the chance to let Aether take care of it.
“Under your desk?” he asks, already understanding, without needing her to say a word. He knows what he is good for, and understands the ins and outs of their relationship perfectly by now. After a long day, he knows what she needs, and soon enough, he is right beneath her desk, his hands on her legs.
Aether is gentle as he pushes her thighs apart, and Lisa fights back against the urge to let loose now, when she knows that it is too soon. He is used to this work, and gets any clothing out of the way, to make sure that she stays dry even if he is not able to pull this off without making a mess. But he never makes a mess, not anymore, not with all the practice that he has.
Aether loves drinking it too much to let anything spill.
Lisa often does this on purpose, so much so that it has become a habit, that she often forgets even when she does not intend to wait it out. At this point, it is hard to tell which it is at any time, but at the very least, she can always count on Aether and that cute little mouth of his. She feels her lips on him, and knows that he is ready for her to let go now. It is easy for her to relax, and let it all come flowing out of her.
She does her best to control the stream, as much as she possibly can so that it does not become too much for him. At least that way she makes it easier for him to not make a mess of things, so that he never has to drink a single drop. Relief washes over her all at once and she moans for him, letting him hear just how good it feels for her. She reaches a hand under her desk to rest on top of his head, gently petting him while he dutifully drinks down her piss, taking care of her every need, just like any good assistant would.
All day long, he does everything for her, so that she does not have to so much as leave her desk, and now, this is how he finishes the day. There will be more to come after this, but that part takes place in her bed, not in the library, so she can’t really count it as part of his job as her assistant. But this part? This part she considers essential at this point, and he is far too hooked on it to ever want to stop.
He moans right along with her, as he swallows it all down, bit by bit. There is a lot, because she has been holding this all day, and she knows that she would have lost control if she had even tried to stand up like this. Aether really helped her out of a tight spot here, even if it is one that she decided all for herself. Slowly, her stream comes to a stop, and he remains where he is for a moment, just to make sure.
Finally, he pulls back and looks up at her from under his desk. She smiles down at him and says, “Another hard day’s work over, huh, sweetie? I think we could both use some rest and relaxation, don’t you agree?” Aether knows what that means, and the excitement is clear on his face as she pushes back and stands up, reaching down to take his hand.
Together, the two of them leave, both excited for what is to come. Aether is going to take care of her all over again, but this time, it is not a part of his “work” at the library. This time, it is just what she lets him do for fun.
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A/N: Semi intentional with Hu Tao
When Aether asked her what she wanted to do, Hu Tao did not hesitate to tell him that she wanted to hang out with him all day. In her mind, there was nothing better that the two of them could do, and in her mind, that would make for an absolutely perfect day. She gets to do what she wants whenever she wants, so for once, she wants to spend her time on him, on the traveler that has caught her attention in more ways than one.
But hanging out all day means hanging out all day, and she does not want to miss out on a moment of it, not for any reason. Not even if she might have some business that she needs to attend to, not even if she should probably take a break from all of this. When she first feels an urge to pee, she completely ignores it, because she does not want to interrupt her day with Aether.
That would be just fine, except for the fact that it just keeps getting worse for her, and she knows that it is only going to continue to get worse if she does not go take care of it. She does not even know why it seems more important to ignore it than to take a brief break, one that would not really cut into their time together at all. But she does not want to excuse herself for any reason, and continues to remain stubborn.
The longer they continue spending time together, the worse it gets for her, until she can’t stand still, her bladder absolutely throbbing for release. It has been a long time since she has felt any need to push herself so far, usually able to take her breaks whenever she may need to. Aether has asked her a few times if she’s okay, and each time, she has completely brushed him off, telling him that there is nothing he needs to worry about. By now, she is pretty sure that he no longer believes her, but he can’t make her admit to anything.
If she just excused herself, it would all be fine, but she doesn’t want to. There is no other way to explain it; she just doesn’t want to. Every time Aether tries to check on her, every time he makes it clear that he can tell she’s hiding something from him, she has another opportunity to say she’ll be right back, and then go take care of things, but every time, she brushes him off, even when she is squirming like a desperate child in front of him.
And now she is sitting on his lap. Like this, things are only that much more obvious, but she wants to keep teasing Aether, clearly the most fun part of spending the day with him, so it is worth it. It is worth the way she squirms and writhes on top of him, fighting against her bursting bladder, and still finding the idea of seeking relief impossible. It feels better when she grinds down against his leg, her legs dangling off either side of it, so she does just that, willing to do whatever it takes to keep herself from losing control.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Aether asks her, making it clear from his voice that he already knows it isn’t. But if that is the case, then he should know better than to ask, since he already knows the answer himself, and knows that she is not going to say anything.
“Why do you ask?” she replies, her tone still playful despite the strain in her voice. Grinding against him like this feels so good…is that what this is? It took her a bit to realize that she is dragging all of this out because this feels good, because all of this, including holding it, is turning her on so much. Hu Tao didn’t expect something like this, but now, she definitely isn’t going to stop, no matter how desperate she is.
“You’ve just seemed a little uncomfortable for a while now, and I wanted to make sure…” Aether trails off, realizing for the first time the way she is panting, understanding that there is a lot more to the way she grinds down against him than just her need to pee. And he has absolutely no idea how he is supposed to react to something like that.
“I’m just fine, so stop worrying about me,” she replies, before biting her lip and whimpering. It is all too much for her; no matter what she says out loud, there is only so much that she can do about her body’s limitations. And so, right there on Aether’s lap, his leg pressed between hers, Hu Tao loses control and starts to piss herself and, as a result, starts to piss all over him as well.
Under normal circumstances, this would be horribly humiliating for anyone, but as Hu Tao gives into the relief, and as she gives into her own pleasure, the only thing she feels is pure, orgasmic ecstasy. Moaning out, she just lets loose, not bothering to hold anything back as she completely soaks Aether, who remains stunned beneath her, unable to make sense of what is happening, let alone how he feels about it.
All he knows is that he is soaked and that it is all so warm, and that Hu Tao is still writhing on top of him, still panting and moaning, and that it is the hottest thing he has ever seen in all his life. Beyond that, he is completely lost, and even more lost when she is finally done, relaxing back against him, and tilting her head back on his shoulder to look up at him.
“Don’t even try to pretend you weren’t into that,” she says, giving him the sort of grin that makes his chest ache. “I mean, you can try and deny it, but I’d just have to ask why you’re so hard, then.”
Sure enough, the evidence is right in front of her.
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A/N: Yanfei time, with her triyng to just ignore it because she would rather talk with Aether
The truth is, Yanfei has known for a while now that she has to pee, but when she gets started talking, it is nearly impossible to get her to stop until she is truly done with what she wanted to say. That is something that she likes about Aether; he never tries to stop her, always interested in hearing what she has to say to the end. Part of that definitely has to do with just how infatuated he is with her, but she knows that, in turn, his infatuation stems from how interesting he finds her.
The two of them make a good pair, and he makes for an excellent listener. When she has a difficult case, she likes to talk it through with him, explaining what she has had to deal with thus far, explaining all of the intricate ins and outs, before using the conversation to help work her way through what she has not yet uncovered. So many breakthroughs have been made just from talking to Aether, and that is why she never wants to stop, not until she is actually done with what she is trying to say.
Which makes situations like this one particularly difficult. She has been talking for a long time now, and probably should have gone to relieve herself long before she even got started on this tangent. After all, she knew what she was getting into, and that she would be talking for a good while, but she decided she could handle it, because she wanted Aether’s full attention right away. Now that she has it, and now that she is so deep into her explanation, she is not going to stop any time soon.
Her bladder demands she does, though. It becomes difficult to concentrate, easy to lose her train of thought, which makes this take even longer than it should. If Aether is able to tell that something is wrong, he does not say anything, just listening to what she explains even as she begins rubbing her thighs together, willing to do anything that she can to keep herself under control, to help alleviate the pressure of her growing need.
Yanfei is pushing herself really hard right now, and that is saying something, considering the situations she has had to hold it through before. That might be part of it; she is used to getting carried away or getting too busy to take care of her basic needs, and pushing herself until she is already at her limit, but she always manages to make it, even in those precarious situations. That thought helps her justify holding it right now, when it would be every bit as easy to excuse herself and take a brief break to take care of this, knowing that Aether would be waiting for her when she got back.
She just can’t bring herself to stop, not when she wants to keep going, not when he is listening with such rapt attention. Yanfei wants to hold onto his attention no matter what, her legs trembling beneath her as she fights her growing need. Her bladder pulses and throbs, and she bites her lip between words to try and distract from that pain, but nothing she does can make her forget it now. She is getting too close to her limit, her body sending out all these warning signs, letting her know that her bladder is not going to be able to hold out for much longer at all.
If Yanfei does not stop soon, she is going to wet herself, but she is almost at the end of this part of her story. Maybe then she can excuse taking a little break, and then getting right back into it, starting into the next phase, brainstorming where she can take the case from here. That sounds like a good idea, and that means that she just has to hold it for a little bit longer before she can seek relief. She just has to hold it for a little bit longer, but a sharp pang from her bladder sees her gasping, a hand darting between her legs to hold herself, and even that is not enough to stop her from leaking a little bit.
Yanfei is cutting it close, and now Aether is staring at her hand between her legs. “Don’t worry about that,” she says, the strain in her voice obvious. “Just let me finish what I’m…what I’m…”
“But, Yanfei, you’re-” he starts, but he falls silent once he realizes that it is already too late for her. Her eyes widen in horror when this leak turns out to be a lot more than that, when she realizes that there is nothing she can do to stop it. Her story is forgotten, her ideas are forgotten, because Yanfei has finally pushed herself too far, and now, she is wetting herself in front of Aether.
It does not take long for her stream of piss to completely soak through her shorts, creating a stain on them, before running down both of her legs. She moves her hand, but it is already wet, and that just gives Aether a better view, as a steady, strong jet of urine gushes out of her, both running down her legs and spraying down to the ground beneath her, creating a puddle at her feet. She has no one but herself to blame for this, and yet, even her humiliation takes second place to her relief, so great right now, that she can almost forget Aether is watching, that she made sure she had his full attention before this happened to her.
And all Aether can do is watch in amazement as Yanfei pisses herself right in front of him, without any real warning. Perhaps there had been some hints in her body language, but he had been too caught up in her explanations to pay attention to that until she was already at her limit. Now, he sort of wishes he had noticed sooner, so that he might have been able to help her.
Or perhaps he just wanted to pay attention to her squirming, to the way she fought to hold it. Right now, there is no denying his excitement, as he watches her stream trickle to a stop.
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A/N; Skipping ahead to post Mona today since it is actually her birthday, then will get back on track with Amber and Ningguang
At all times, Mona refuses to show any sort of weakness around Aether. She wants to appear to him as the great astrologist that she always tries to be, wants him to think of her as someone amazing and strong, someone worth looking up to. In her eyes, these are always tasks of the utmost importance, but to most people, Aether included, it would probably just seem silly, like she was taking it all far too seriously. Whatever the case, when they spend time together, she does what she can to maintain these appearances.
Which means that it is not easy to deal with such basic needs, things that she feels she should be above, but things that she will never be able to escape, no matter how hard she tries. Namely, her troublesome bladder, and the fact that she almost always finds herself needing to pee at some point when they are spending time together. But she never wants to excuse herself for that, and always worries that he will ask where she is going if she tries to be vague in her excuses.
More often than not, she is bursting and barely makes it by the time that their time together has reached its end. Often, she will wait for a chance where she can slip away, but that never happens. Even so, as long as she makes it in the end, she refuses to see it as a problem. But there comes a day when things are much worse than she is used to.
Things have been going on for way too long, and her need is getting out of control, when she knows that they are still going to be together for quite a while. Normally, it does not get this bad until she knows that they are about to say their goodbyes for the day, but right now, it takes all of her self-control not to squirm around in place to try and alleviate the pressure that is building up in her. She has to go pretty badly, and is going to have to find some chance to get away.
Just like always, she finds herself waiting for the perfect opportunity, such as Aether excusing himself first, but waiting for that does not do her any good when her own need is getting worse by the second. She will not, cannot, admit to the fact that she needs to pee right now, no matter how bad it gets. Even if she is at the point where she can no longer resist squirming, even when Aether keeps looking over to her, nearly catching her in these acts of desperation.
“Is everything alright?” he asks her, more than once, and every time, rather than taking her chance, she brushes him off, finding it so amusing he would ever think she had any sort of problem.
The more she puts it off, the more humiliated she feels at the idea of admitting that she needs to pee.
And so things carry on, with her getting worse and worse, and Aether never giving her the chance that she needs, always sticking close by her. If only she could just admit to it, but every time she tries to get up the nerve, she fails, and that just makes it that much harder for her to get up the nerve next time. If she had just gone from the start, or if she had not built up such a complex for herself, she would not be in this situation to begin with, but here she is, feeling as though she could lose control at any moment.
All she wants to do is make sure that she fights that impulse to the end, but her body is not going to last forever. When she feels a small bit leak out, she knows that she is already doomed; there is only so much she can leak before her outfit starts to show it, and the leaks mean that she has officially reached the point that her body is not going to be able to contain this much longer. At this point, the only thing she can do is speak up, and deal with that shame, rather than the shame of pissing herself.
Except by the time she opens her mouth to actually say something about it, it is already too late for her. All that escapes is a strangled whimper, and then she is pissing herself full force, right in front of Aether. He stares right at her, the expression on his face not quite as shocked as she would have expected, but she does not really have time to think about the look on his face right now, when she is humiliating herself so thoroughly. It goes on for what seems like forever, her bladder having quite a lot to empty out after forcing herself to hold it back for so long.
Tears spring up in her eyes as she finally gives up on the strain of holding back, relaxing and letting the relief and humiliation take hold of her. More than likely, there is nothing she will be able to do to redeem herself in Aether’s eyes now, so she might as well accept that quickly. By the time her bladder has actually finished emptying, there is a sizable puddle left at her feet, her clothing completely soaked through, with no way for her to hide from anyone what has just happened to her.
“Well, go on!” she finally says, after an awkward silence. “Get your digs in at me now. I’m sure you’re just itching to mock me for such a…such a pathetic display!”
“Not exactly,” Aether replies, “unless that’s what you wanted me to do? I’m still not sure how you figured out I was into this, but maybe you’re into that aspect, in which case, I can definitely come up with plenty of ways to tease you.”
He says it all so casually that at first, none of it sinks in. Mona just gawks at him, trying to process his words, and in the end, all she can do is cry out, “What?!”
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A/N: This one is more sexually charged, has Amber wetting but also Amber drinking Aether's piss so be warned
After finding out just how into this Aether is, Amber wants to keep exploring this interest. After all, not only is he into it, but she has developed quite an interest in it as a result. And it gives them a chance to be competitive about something, which the young couple always takes advantage of, always eager to find something new to compete over, to see who will win between the two of them.
This time, their contest hinges on their newfound interest in pee. The two of them are both going to hold it for as long as they possibly can, and the first one to lose control loses the contest, and has to drink the piss of the winner. Truth be told, whether they win or lose, both are going to have a lot of fun, but they obviously both want to win, just for the sake of their own pride. With both bladders full to bursting, it is only a matter of time before one of them gives in, but neither wants to be the one to go out first, no matter what it takes to keep holding on.
Amber squirms where she stands, trying to hide just how bad off she already is, but there is not much she can do about that now, not without sacrificing her ability to hold it, and ending up in an even worse situation. Humiliation aside, she has to do whatever she can to keep her bladder in check, at least longer than Aether. She feels like she could lose control at any moment, and has no choice but to jam a hand between her legs, holding herself as she writhes, trying to keep it in, just for a little while longer.
Aether is not doing much better than her, but he still smirks at her to see the way she starts obviously showing just how bad off she is. He has not resorted to holding himself yet, but he has no choice but to squirm in place, biting his lip and fighting against his bursting bladder. Amber is looking like she might cave any second now, so that is more motivation for him to keep fighting this, all the way until the end. If she gives in soon, then he will be able to make it, no questions asked.
The only problem is that he might not be able to last as long as her. All he can do is keep squirming in place, hoping that his willpower will be enough to let him outlast her. At the same time, while she holds herself and begins to fret about the state that she is in, she internally pleads with herself, willing to do whatever it takes in order to make sure that she is able to hold it a little bit longer, just long enough to make Aether drink the contents of her bladder.
Unfortunately for her, there is nothing she can do to stop it, once her body gives in. She does try to fight it, crying out and clamping down, catching Aether’s attention in the process, but she does not even spare him a glance, not wanting to distract herself with that smug look of victory that she is sure is already on his face. She just wants to try and stop this leak before it turns into something more, but it is quickly evident that the slight spurt is growing, that she is not able to stop herself from leaking. Amber is completely done, as her bladder finally gives up on her.
All at once, it begins rushing out of her, and that is all she can do. She drops her hand as she begins to soak through her shorts, a large wet spot forming and spreading, until it is running down her legs and tall boots, and forming a puddle on the ground beneath her. Just like that, it is all over, and though she is certain that Aether would not have lasted much longer himself, that really does not matter now that it is all said and done. Whether it was a close victory or not, victory is still his, and she knows that, now that her bladder is blissfully empty, she has to pay the penalty.
So why is she so excited about that?
“Better hurry up and get on your knees,” Aether says, strain clear in his voice. “Or else I won’t be able to claim my prize and you’ll have to wait until I have to piss again before we can do this.” So he is planning to collect even if he loses control and pisses himself. Amber wants it, but even if she didn’t, forcing him to wet himself by taking too long would do her no good, making it better to get on her knees and get it over with.
It does not really feel like getting it over with right now, though, because she wants it so badly. Getting on her knees in front of him, she watches with anticipation as he frees his cock, parting her lips for him so that she is ready to take it between her lips. There is no denying the fact that she is getting all turned on over this. Aether is squirming, barely keeping it together, but as she opens her mouth, he puts the tip between her lips, just in the nick of time.
As he lets go with a sigh, Amber can’t help her moan, swallowing down every drop of piss that flows into her mouth. She is sure that she must look horribly pathetic, on her knees and drinking his piss while soaked in her own, but that thought only serves to further turn her on. She enjoys losing just as much as she enjoys winning, something that she knows Aether shares. Even though they are both happy either way, they still have to carry out these contests to the end; otherwise, it would not be nearly as much fun to carry out a penalty, or claim a prize.
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A/N: Ningguang is similar to the Lisa one with piss drinking. It'll be until the next Genshin gal's birthday before i have another one of these stories
Lately, Aether has become more like Ningguang’s assistant, not that he minds this position at all. After all, he wants to be close to her and to understand what her daily life entails, and if he is going to spend so much time involved with her various affairs, it only makes sense that he should start taking part in them, helping her in whatever way that he can. The two of them make for a good team, or at least that is what she tells him at the end of each day, but they both know that they are much more than just a good team.
She is a very busy woman, so spending time with her like this hardly counts as spending time with her, and yet, he enjoys every second that they are able to spend together, even when he is just left off to the side, watching her conduct her business, and then assisting her with menial tasks that he can handle with ease. Simply being with her is more than enough for him, especially when the day is done, and they do manage to get real time alone together. At that point, she always makes sure to reward him for his hard work, the only payment that he could ever ask for when it comes to this job.
One day, however, things are a bit busier than normal, and Ningguang is not having an easy time of things. He does not realize it at first, because she is so composed, but she is definitely struggling. She is able to keep herself under control, no matter how bad it gets, but she knows that she is going to have to do something about it eventually, or else things could get really bad for her.
Even when she has a lull in meetings, she really does not have the time she would need to leave for a bathroom break. Any usable facilities are a good distance from her, and today is such a busy day that taking the time to go would certainly lead to her being late, coming back to find her next meeting waiting for her. She would rather avoid something like that, which means that it is a good thing she has Aether here to help her out.
As soon as the two of them are alone, she is ready to request his aid. Her bladder is aching terribly now, and though she is very good at keeping that to herself, it does not change the fact that she is bursting, and that she is not sure how much longer she is going to be able to hold out like this. Though the two of them have never done anything like this before, she has no doubt that Aether will be more than willing to do it, knowing the way he jumps at any chance to assist her.
“Get beneath my desk,” she orders him, not even showing any strain in her voice.
“Do we have time for something like that?” he asks.
“I wasn’t asking for that, actually,” she replies, her voice cool and collected, showing nothing but pure confidence as she admits to her predicament. “I desperately need to relieve myself, and I don’t want to be late to my next meeting. Please get under my desk and help me take care of that, so I don’t have to leave the room. Oh, and quickly, as well…we don’t want to get caught doing something like that.”
Aether’s eyes widen as he realizes what she is saying, but he is definitely going to go through with it, and make sure that he does what she says. His heart races, realizing all at once just how into that he really is, and he wastes no time in getting under her desk, doing just as she says. He has done this plenty of times before, but always to eat her out, pleasuring her and helping her relax while she works. Still, it is easy to get her clothing out of the way when he has that kind of practice, and then his mouth is in place, ready to drink down every last drop that she gives him, ready to make sure that his lover feels all better.
He could not have gotten into position soon enough; Ningguang, is at her limit now, and absolutely has to give into it all. With a sigh, she begins to relax, letting her piss flow out of her, directly into Aether’s waiting mouth. She does what she can to control the stream, since there is so much of it, but with how desperate she had been, there is only so much she can do, needing to empty out as much as she can, as quickly as she can.
Aether, however, is not deterred by any of this, and does not let this throw him off at all. He does his best to make sure he swallows it all, not wanting to let a single drop spill. What does spill only drips down his chin, not making a noticeable mess, and so, Ningguang is able to steadily empty her bladder. Once she reaches a certain point, she is able to slow her stream down enough to make sure that it is not more than Aether can handle, and once she is completely empty, the relief is like nothing she has ever felt before in her life.
As for Aether, he is left shaking in his arousal, quickly getting her clothing back into place so that he can emerge from beneath her desk, just in nick of time. It is fortunate that he is barely seen as anything more than part of the decor, because at least like this, he can blend into the walls as he tries to keep his arousal in check. All the while, Ningguang is very much aware of how excited he is, and barely able to contain her own excitement. Tonight, she will have to be sure to reward him appropriately for all of his hard work.
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A/N: Happy birthday Ayaka
Aether was at least vaguely aware how long this would take ahead of time, but he is still surprised that Ayaka is able to go through such a lengthy ceremony so flawlessly, not showing any sign of being tired or wanting to stop. He is also pretty impressed that she is able to make it feel so…well, not boring, because, truth be told, he had been very worried that he would end up bored by the end of it, and yet that is not the case at all. Which is very good, because he wants to give her his utmost attention, when he knows that she is sharing something so important with him.
As for Ayaka, she honestly wishes that this were over already, even though she knows that she can’t rush something like this. She knows that she can’t rush it, but she wants to, or at least wants the ability to turn back time and do a few things differently. After spending so much time practicing before Aether got here, all because she wanted to make sure it was perfect for him, she did not think to visit the bathroom, and a lengthy tea ceremony like this is absolute torture for her when she has to pee, and knows that she can’t take a break.
Even sitting still is hard right now, but she knows the slightest movement might throw things off, might alert him to what the problem is, and she does not want that. It’s just that she isn’t sure if she will actually be able to wait until the very end. The tea she sampled before this began has more than made its way through her, and the pouring she has to perform now is torture on her already tormented bladder. Ayaka is pushed far beyond what she should be able to endure, and can’t believe that she actually let something like this happen to her.
She is always careful about this, has always been careful about it. It’s not as if she never realized the risk of something like this happening, so she always made sure that she was well prepared in every regard. She could comfort herself with the fact that this is not anything official, but that doesn’t do much when she cares about Aether’s opinion as much as anyone else’s, perhaps even more.
She wanted to share something important with him, and now, she can’t very well excuse herself. Even if he is not familiar with tea ceremony, he would probably figure out something was up with her taking a break out of nowhere, and that thought is too embarrassing for her to deal with. She has waited so long for this friendship, and the last thing she wants to do is embarrass herself in front of him, and potentially ruin what it is that she has been striving for. So she just has to hold it, even though she can hardly sit still, even though her bladder aches so much it makes her feel sick.
What is she going to do? There is still so much to see this ceremony through to the end, and she can’t ask for a break or try and cut things short, she just can’t. She wants everything to be perfect for Aether, but she needs to pee right now, and is just trying to not let the panic show on her face when she feels a bit of a leak escape her, trying to maintain composed even as the liquid soaks into her panties.
A few more of those and she is not going to be able to conceal the evidence of her loss of control. A few more of those and she might not be able to stop them, they might not just be leaks anymore, and she will completely humiliate herself after finally finding another close friend. She is going to ruin everything with Aether no matter what she does, and the stress is so great now that she can’t focus. Her hands are shaking, she has forgotten what comes next, and he is just patiently staring at her, waiting for her to do something, not realizing yet what she has accidentally brought on herself.
Ayaka wants to keep fighting, wants to appear perfect, and she can’t. Not anymore. It’s already too late for her, and before she can even make her excuses and flee, she has already lost control, sitting right in front of him. As she loses control of her bladder, all she can do is look down at her lap, tears beginning to cloud her vision. Aether notices her slowing to a stop long before he notices what is happening to her.
“Ayaka, is something wrong?” he asks, cocking his head. He gives a soft gasp when he sees that she is crying, and starts, “Ayaka, what’s…” But he trails off as he notices the puddle spreading beneath her, as she finally gives into her bursting bladder. All at once, he realizes that she must have been struggling this whole time, and not saying anything for his sake. Now this has happened to her, and she is left completely humiliated, while he is left speechless.
Even once her bladder has emptied, Ayaka does not feel better. The relief is great, but also completely overshadowed by her humiliation, her absolute misery. Now everything is over and ruined, and Aether is never going to speak to her again. She can’t stop her tears from falling, her shoulders shaking as she begins to properly cry. It’s not as if it matters if she cries in front of him now; she has already disgraced herself enough, so what’s a little more?
She is so lost in her own tears that she does not notice him moving closer, until he is wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, not seeming a bit worried about the mess she has made. She can’t understand this, not when she had been certain that he would be disgusted with her, but as he pulls her in to comfort her, she realizes that she must have misjudged him. He is a true friend, the sort who would not be put off by such a thing.
Perhaps, then, she should have just taken a break, but it’s too late now to do anything about that. Instead, she can just be relieved that he only wants to make her feel better. And, at the same time, Aether can be relieved that Ayaka has not yet noticed how turned on he is by all of this.
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A/N: Xinyan time!
Xinyan is normally a lot more careful about this sort of thing. She can’t believe that she would be stupid enough to let herself forget something so important, all because of a boy . Granted, Aether is something special, different than anyone she has ever met in her life, and it is a big deal to her that he is here to watch her, but even so. The fact that she skipped relieving herself before going on stage, that she didn’t even think about it, because he was there and she wanted to talk to him beforehand, is so stupid, and she can’t believe herself.
But now she is stuck like this, performing with an aching bladder, and there is nothing that she can do about it. Certainly, she is not going to go running off stage or ending her set early just so that she can pee. She is going to see this through to the end, even though the fact that she is in front of all these people means that she can’t even do anything to make holding it easier, because she does not want to alert them to what is going on with her. Xinyan has to keep her desperation subtle, while also not letting it get too out of control, and she really is not sure she can manage that.
Except she has to, because people are watching her, and because Aether is watching her. If only he weren’t here, then maybe she wouldn’t have done this…but she can only blame herself, and she can only keep performing, internally wishing that she were anywhere other than here, just as long as she could have the privacy needed to empty her bursting bladder.
Xinyan rubs her thighs together as best as she can without making it too obvious, but she is to the point that does not really help. Nothing helps, as her mind keeps screaming over and over again that she has to pee, that she has to pee now, that she needs to get off stage if she is ever going to have any hope of making it. Her desperation has reached the point that she can barely handle it, and rather quickly, at that. It feels like it is made all the worse by the fact that she is on stage and knows that she can’t do anything about it, but she feels like it was just moments ago she first felt a nagging urge, and now she has to pee worse than she ever has in all her life.
Xinyan knows that she is fucked if she can’t keep holding it. She has worked hard for her reputation, and though she does wish people didn’t essentially piss themselves in terror just from looking at her, she knows no one is going to take her seriously ever again if she is the one pissing herself, especially during one of her concerts. It is one thing to lose control where someone might see it, and another thing entirely to lose control while performing in front of a crowd of fans, and a few curious onlookers, likely just waiting for an excuse to judge her further, to start mocking her.
With all of that playing in her mind, it does not make this situation any easier for her, and her panic makes it harder for her to focus. She now has another worry, the fact that this concert might not even be all that impressive, far from her best work, if she is going to keep focusing on her bladder over her music. If she puts too much into her music, her control could start to slip, but if she puts too much into holding it, she is going to play like shit, and that will not do much for her reputation either.
Damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t, and trying to balance her attention between the two is hard. She makes a few mistakes here and there, leaks a few more times than she would ever want to admit, but she keeps pushing her way through this disaster of a concert, only ever pleased when she catches a glimpse of Aether in the front row, still seeming to enjoy himself. As long as he is having a good time, then she can count this as a success, and by the time she has reached the end of her set, she thinks she can say that she managed to pull that off without too much trouble.
Now, there is just the matter of finally taking care of her bursting bladder. She is quick to flee from the stage once all is said and done, hurrying to try and find somewhere, anywhere, private enough for this. Xinyan does not have the time that she needs, and just when she thinks she is a suitable distance from the crowds, she is forced to stop running, all the movement having jostled her more than she could handle.
Her knees buckle, and she tries holding herself, tries bouncing rapidly in place, tries praying, but nothing can buy her the remaining time that she needs. It is already too late for her, and with a sigh, she loses control, moving her hand just in time so that she does not get wet as her stream of urine soaks through her panties, and into her shorts.
Her shoulders sag as she lets it all out, pissing herself completely and letting her aching bladder empty. This is far from ideal, but at the very least, it happened far enough from the stage that no one saw her. She is going to have to find some way to avoid Aether and change, which might throw him off, since they were supposed to hang out after this, but she can deal with that, as long as it means that he does not find out what happened to her tonight-
“Xinyan?” a voice calls from behind her. Slow and horrified, she turns her head to look over her shoulder, seeing Aether standing right there, gawking at her. Judging by the look on his face, he saw everything.
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